About last night....

So, I had a pretty great weekend. My good friend Crystal came into town for Renita's daughter's 3rd birthday. While waiting for her on Friday night, I read most of "Marley and Me" and watched reruns of CSI:SVU. She got in pretty late and we stayed up for a couple of hours talking, then went to sleep. Saturday morning we got ready and went over to RadiJazz for the party. Tons of cute little kids everywhere, and I reaffirmed what I had been suspecting for a few months. Renita's mother-in-law is either a little insane or she's mad at me because I didn't invite her to my wedding. I feel bad about it, really, but we don't know each other very well and we tried to keep it small with close friends and family. I figured that she'd understand even though last summer she keps telling me "I'd better get an invite to your wedding!" I thought that she was just saying that! Oh well.

So after the party we went over to Renita's house and hung out there all night. We ate tons of gummy bears, pizza and cake, and gossiped about old times. At about 1am I was exhausted and couldn't stay up any later so we went home. I climbed into bed and fell fast asleep. Until about 6am. I'm a really light sleeper, especially right now so I remember hearing this noise like someone pouring a pitcher of water on the floor. In my sleep I thought "That's not a noise that I should be hearing, there shouldn't be any liquid in here" Then I heard Chris say "OH NO!" and then it hit me. Jenny had diarrhea and shit in our bed. She sleeps with us now, (on top of the covers, of course) and we accidentally bought her a different dog food last week but didn't think anything of it. Yep, we jumped out of bed, turned on the light and there on the duvet was a big puddle of doggy doo doo butter. GROSS! I took Jenny outside to finish whatever business she had left while Chris tended to the mess. He ended up throwing the entire duvet away, we had been wanting a new one anyway. Part of me thinks that it was a real waste and I should get over it and throw it in the washer, but I'm not going to. I'll only be able to think of poop from now on, and knowing me, I'll think that I smell it everytime I lay down to sleep.

We went to Bed, Bath & Beyond and bought a new duvet and nice new high thread count sheets. I can't wait to go to sleep tonight!!! Oh, and Ms. Jenny is sleeping in her crate tonight. The only thing that sucks about that is that we'll hear her nails on the bottom of it all night because she ate her bed last week.

We are going to (at some point, hopefully soon) going to ger her in obedience training but I think that most of it she'll grow out of. We'll see!

APB on Pudding Pops?

I haven't really been craving a lot. Really nothing, actually, but I like to use it as an excuse with Chris sometimes.. haha. Except for TCBY. I'll take that cup of heaven anytime... YUM.

BUT for the past 3 weeks, all I've been wanting are Jello Pudding Pops! I cannot think of anything else, and I can't find them anywhere!!! The Randalls by my house that closed last year sold them and I only bought them once, (although I ate the entire box in 4 days) but now I can't find them anywhere! I know that everyone remembers them, you can't not. Seriously. Remember how there was that crunchy icy layer on the outside? THAT'S what I want. Well, that followed by 18 pudding pops.

So please, I am begging you! If you find yourself at HEB, Randalls, Walmart, etc and find them PLEASE let me know!

Until then.... I'll just be eating my regular popsicles. They're good too, but don't have the icy layer.

Edit- Ok, so because of my mad Googling skillz, I found a store locator and it turns out that the only place in Austin that is now carrying them is the Randalls on Bee Caves. So... tomorrow.. I'll be venturing to South Austin! Yippee!

The Start of my Insanity

I'm not a crier. I'm really not. I didn't even well up at the wedding and I was 8 weeks pregnant. It's not that I don't enjoy a good eye swelling cry every once in a while, but the opportunity never really presents itself. Except for now. I'm now 12 weeks pregnant, and my eyes well up at the dumbest things. The Applebee's commercial where the local high school football team loses and the restaurant stays open just for them. I well up. Country songs where people have cancer. Tears. Random acts of kindness. Puffy eyes.

What do I NOT cry at? The 2 hour heart wrenching season finale of Greys Anatomy. Dogs are being put to sleep, people are dying, crying, it's terrible. Watched all 2 hours with a straight face, eating a popsicle. (Which I eat about 5 of per night.. totally another story)

What DO I cry at? Wheel of Fortune where the college girl wins $100,000 at the end by solving a tough puzzle. (Cue record scratching.... ) WHAT? Yes.

I think that it's all downhill from here. Can't wait, what's next?

Awkward Jr.?

Because of my big mouth, most people know but on or around December 1, 2006 there will be an Awkward Jr.! That's right, I drank the punch. Surprised? Me too! But it's starting to sink in. Now that the wedding is over with, I am starting to get excited about it. I am currently 10 weeks along and will have my first ultrasound on Monday, May 15. That is when we'll hear the heartbeat for the first time. A friend of mine told me about this theory that the bpm is related to the sex of the baby. Not sure how true it is, but my luck is it will be somewhere in the middle so that it won't apply to me anyway.

It's really weird to think that right now I have something growing inside of me. Besides gas, I mean. Don't even get me started on that part, I could blow your mind. (No pun intended) But that's another story for another day. Well, probably not. I might just stop there and not tell you all about the reason that Chris cries himself to sleep at night.

So, yes, this little drinker is on hiatus until she doesn't feel guilty about drinking herself to sleep in front of the baby. Just kidding... But I really wish that virgin margaritas were possible. Mockaritas? Man, I crack myself up.

Need a Laugh? Try Me!

I always joke around and say that I'm that awkward person that all weird things happen to. Not always bad, but just weird. Humorous usually. It's like I never really got past that clumsy stage in life.

I'm getting married in roughly a month and a half. I think that for the most part, I'm pretty prepared. Sort of. There are tons of little bitty details that I still need to iron out and that just takes the time and energy which I seem to be lacking lately. I sent out the invitations a few weeks ago, and one of the little details that I so proudly had taken care of were the hotel arrangements for our out of town guests. Since I worked in the hotel industry for 6 years or so, this was the one thing that I sort of knew what to do about. I slipped an insert into each of the invitations with the details of the hotel block and rate info. I made one slight oversight. When I typed the toll free numbers for each of the hotels, I accidentally put 800 instead of 866 for one of the hotels. Normally, you would just think "Hey, it's a simple mistype! Not a big deal! It's okay!" But you know what? It WOULD be okay, but only if the 800 number that I sent to all of my friends and family wasn't a porn line.

That's right folks, this lucky girl sent all of her friends and family information so that they would call a number and have a breathy girl talk about "young horny sluts" while sounding like she's having an orgasm. This could ONLY happen to me. Only to me, would all of my Dad's cousins (whom I have only met a handful of times) call to make hotel reservations and end up calling a sex line.

See what I mean?

**Edit**

Eric was kind enough (?) to transcribe the message for me:

"Want to get with the sluttiest girls your nasty imagination can dream up? Errrrr. We can be what ever you want us to be baby, after all it is your fantasy and we live to make it real. Whether you want to take us spread eagle on the bed or while we're on our hands and knees, me and my ultra hot girlfriends will do what ever it takes to pleasure you After entering your credit card you'll be able to chose from the following options...

Nice.... very nice, Katie...

My Birthday Rocked!

I know it's a little late (yeah, like 3 weeks ago) but my birthday was a blast this year! Many of you know how clumsy and awkward I am (mostly clumsy) so you know how I ran into a pole with a brown stain on the butt of my dress last year and then won that stuff for making an ass out of myself on the radio afterwards. Because I'm stupid and clumsy. Well, you know that stupidity and clumsiness apparently pay off. One of the prizes that I won was a stretch limo for 6 hours. We're way too old to ride around in a limo for 6 hours, hanging out the sunroof so instead we did a wine tour of Texas... nothing like starting the booze cruise at 10am! Jackie, Todd, Chris, Alma and I rode out to Fredericksburg and picked up Nina and Kevin, who were visiting from the valley for their 2nd wedding anniversary. (Or 1st? Not sure BECAUSE I WASN'T INVITED. It's okay, we lost touch, I just wanted to rub it in.) Anyway, so we packed up the vodka, OJ and champagne and made a mini road trip out of it. Sooooo... after 3 wineries and 6 hours we were all sufficiently drunk enough to start my birthday day off with a bang! Not that I need to get drunk to have a good time, anyone that knows me knows that I'm always willing to make an ass out of myself for a few laughs.



So later that night we went to Berry Hill for dinner and drinks. Mmmm... they have awesome margaritas and tacos.. I felt kind of bad because I didn't really get to talk to everyone, I feel like it went by so fast. After dinner some of us headed out downtown to meet Eric and his crew. Man oh man, I always have a blast with those guys! We did shot after shot after shot.. I didn't even drink the entire big beer that I had ordered. Tacho was there with some chick with crazy hair and a scary animal print dress of some sort. A friend of theirs apparently has some history with Tacho so we talked shit about his date all night. That was fun. Sometimes I love talking shit about people I don't know... ahh, good times. Apparently at some point in the night I decided that Chris wasn't having a good time (He didn't feel so well after having been drinking all day) so I think that I did some Supastar thing, like the 90's SNL Molly Shannon character. Don't know why... oh yeah, because I'd had 64 shots.















Anyway, long of the short of it, I had an awesome birthday! Thank you to everyone that made it so much fun!!!

Balloon Butt

So, being the procrastinator that I've never denied being, I am finally dieting and exercising. You might try to humor me and say "Why Katie, you look great, you don't need to do a thing" (Doesn't matter what you actually say, I'm going to hear that by the way) But who are we kidding? In the past 2 1/2 years that Chris and I have been dating, I've gained about 17 lbs. To many, that's not much. To a 5'2" elf, that's an ass and a half. I've been talking about losing weight for about 2 years now, but haven't done. Instead, I've gone out for many happy hours, eaten many cheeseburgers and indulged in many wing and beer nights. And by exercising, I sit on the couch and think about running. Or I'll watch 8 minute abs. Just watch it. And laugh, I might add. Guys in striped leotards are funny.

Getting back to the subject at hand... So, 2 weeks ago, at my final dress fitting for the wedding dress that I will not be wearing (that's for another story, to come shortly) a very embarassing thing happened. The russian woman that was helping me into my dress couldn't button the back. I was wearing one of those girdle bras, sucking in, and pushing my waist in. All at once. And it barely closed. Man, oh man... then when it was on and strapped up, I realized how much I needed to get serious. So, for the past two weeks I've been lean cuisine-ing it, and for the first time in my life... I joined a gym. I joined Gold's Gym last week.

Anyway, my point is that I've lost about 7 lbs so far and I'm on my way. Whoopee!