October 18, 2011

Crazy girl...

Weekend before last, my baby cousin got married.  She also turned 22.  It was quite a celebration.

She did things a bit backwards (had a baby, got engaged, got married), but that's how she rolls and I couldn't be happier for her.  She and her husband - ohmygod - are finishing school and are living with my aunt and uncle to save money.  Sad thing - they live in Virginia, so I don't get to see them near as often as I'd like.  They were in town the whole week before the wedding, so lots of wine was consumed (a few glasses broken), and we hung out a lot.  Oh, and I was in the wedding, so there's that.

Her wedding was held at a private residence, and there were probably about 100 people there.  They were married in the front yard, overlooking a pond.

Here comes the bride

All we are are bridesmaids dresses and veils in the wind...

You may kiss the bride

Keep it PG for the kiddos...

Cute kiss from the brother

Sweet family photo op

Baby girl, directing traffic after mommy and daddy tied the knot

The wedding was really pretty and really intimate, with just good friends and family there.  We all had a great time, and even though it rained (poured, really) half-way through the reception, dances were still danced, toasts were made, and drinks were consumed.

A few too many drinks for one individual in particular, if you ask me...  I'm all for boozing it up - hell, that's half the reason I go to weddings!  FREE DRINKS!  (just kidding...kinda)  But one of my cousins bridesmaids was so tanked BEFORE the ceremony, that the 2 girls on either side of her literally held her wasted ass up during the vows.  She stumbled back down the aisle after the bride and groom exited, and proceeded to fall flat on her face before pictures were taken.  Needless to say, homegirl wasn't in any of the bridal party shots after the wedding.  She was so drunk, it wasn't even funny to watch.  I was pretty embarrassed to be in the same color dress as her.  Tacky, tacky.

Moral of the story, folks - a glass of champagne (or 2...lets be honest) before the ceremony is no big thing, but a BOTTLE is a completely different story.  Basically - if you're in someone else's wedding, KEEP YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.  At least until the bride starts doing keg stands, right?  I mean, really...keep it classy.

Happy Tuesday!

October 11, 2011

So deep in my daydreams, but it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy baby

I'm not what you would consider a "girly-girl."  I don't like pink (much), I have little to no interest in trying to keep my nail polish chip-free, and while I have branched out and I wear more dresses than I used to, it's mostly because it's hot as fucking HADES in Houston and shit needs to breathe, ifyaknowwhatimean...

Go read something else, then!

I've always been into sports and I love me some football and occasionally, I get really into it and even yell at the TV.  However, never have I ever been interested in playing Fantasy Football.

Until this year.

I didn't understand Fantasy Football - so, what?  You make a FAKE (fantasy...dur) team out of players from all the different teams and then track them to get points?  I just didn't see the point.  I'll just watch teams I like, thanks.  I don't give a shit about what that random running back, playing in the game I'm not watching, is doing right now.

Except now I totally do.  I got suckered into joining a league with some of our friends and, not gonna lie, I'm pretty into it.  I downloaded an app so I can track my player's stats and keep up with my team all weekend.  I get really excited when my guys (they are totally myyyy guys now) score points.  I can actually speak intelligently about players on other teams besides the ones I normally watch.  The flip side of that, though, is that I have become a heartless monster who gets pissed before feeling any compassion towards players on my team that get hurt.  Arian Foster has a hamstring issue?  GET YOUR ASS OF MY BENCH AND SCORE ME SOME POINTS!


So far I'm 2-3 in the league...not terrible, but not awesome considering my brother-in-law drafted his whole team based on players who had double E's in their names, and he is 1-4.  That win was not against me, though, thank God.

I'm curious - any other ladies out there gettin' down with the FF?  If you are, got any super awesome sleeper picks that can up my win quotient?!


October 3, 2011

When you scan the radio I hope this song will guide you home...

So this past weekend was full of all kinds of fun events, which I of course have no photos of because even with a sweet new camera I am picture-challanged.  Saul is just beyond thrilled to have spent that money on me and my fickle habit, I'm sure...

Friday night was spent with the madre, going out for early drinks and appetizers downtown, followed by "Giselle," at the Wortham theater.  I love the ballet.  I danced when I was younger and while I was never close to prima-ballerina status, it will always hold a special place in my heart.  I really enjoy watching stuff (sports, dance, competitions) that we all know is just crazy hard, but the performers/contestants make it look stupid simple.  Ballet is so physically demanding, but they all just make it look as easy as breathing.  We had killer seats and had a really good time.  We have tickets to 3 more ballets over the next 8 months, and I am pretty stoked.  So is Saul, because one of the 3 ballets is the Nutcracker, and since I am going with my mom, he knows he won't get roped into going this year.

Saturday was kicked off with an early morning 5K.  Bestie Chandra and I ran for boobies!  Each year I run in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure, supporting Breast Cancer.  It's a great run - pretty course, good cause, and TONS of people.  My grandmother and aunt are both breast cancer survivors, so I run in celebration of them, and with the hope that someday, some brilliant person will find a cure for this shitty disease.  There were some really funny t-shirts displaying team names (May the Cure be with you, Bad Mammary Jammas, Save a Titty - Run the City!), but my favorite shirt just said "FUCK CANCER."  It was super inappropriate, as the run is totally advertised as family-friendly, but i really just wanted to go high-five the dude.

The race was followed by breakfast at Onion Creek.  I seriously love that place so much.  I had the breakfast flatbread pizza, which was flatbread covered with pesto, mozzarella, roasted tomatoes, bacon and an over-easy egg.  YUM.  Everything is amazing, but the frozen mimosas are really what seal the deal.  I could drink those bad boys all day long.

Sadly, I could not, as I had to book it back up to the north side to get ready for baby cousin's bridal shower!  She's getting married on Saturday (her 22nd bday, incidentally) and I am a bridesmaid.  I am the oldest bridesmaid by like, almost 7 years, since pretty much all her friends are still in college.  Womp womp.  It's kind of refreshing, though, to see her wedding through the eyes of a bunch of girls who have never been in one before, seeing as how I have been in like, 10, not counting MY OWN.  They're all so excited (not to say, I'm not...I just approach these things as a veteran, y'know?), and I try not to laugh at the questions they ask me - "Does she need a corsage at her shower?  The websites all say she needs a corsage at her shower!!" - and I am doing what I can to guide her Maid of Honor through planning the pre-events without steam-rolling her because I could basically do all this shit with my hands tied behind my back at this point.  The wedding will be beautiful and I can't wait to see my little cousin in a wedding dress.  I changed the chick's diapers, I've held her hair back, and now I'll stand with her at her wedding.  How very circle-of-life-ish ;)

Family starts getting into town on Wednesday, and we'll have a full house this weekend, so yesterday was spent cleaning.  Also, I made banana bread with the suuuuper ripe (read - almost black) bananas in the fruit bowl and I am going to brag for a minute and tell you all that that shit was FUCKING PHENOMENAL.  I don't bake.  I don't have the patience for it - all the measuring and following the recipe...I much prefer to wing it in the kitchen and adjust based on personal preference.  But follow a recipe I did, and for my first ever loaf of bread, it was a winner.

What was an epic FAIL, however, was leaving the loaf of bread on the counter within reach of my asshole, banana bread-loving dog.

Bella ate the shit out of that bread, y'all.

Glad someone enjoyed it.

Happy Monday!  
It's October already?  WTF.
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