That Time You’re Recognized From a Facebook Photo

So my weekend was pretty interesting. I got invited to a party weeks ago and was really excited about it. The host posted photos of the decorations he was putting up all month long and my anticipation and excitement grew as the date came closer. I debated what I should be. Katniss? A crazy cat lady? A zombie Mitt Romney? Nothing seemed right until one day, I was struck with inspiration for a costume that was truly perfect and screamed NATALIE. And also something else, but I’ll get to that.

The party was great. Perfect amount of people, great food, PLENTY of drinks (and when I say plenty I mean enough to get Texas drunk), and the host went all-out. I mean it. He decorated every single room in his house. It was amazing! I had a wonderful time, met some fun people, had too many Jell-O shots, played with a Ouija board and acted like I knew what the hell I was doing, ended up piling in a car with two Oompa-Loompas (one was sober), a zombie cat lady, and Honey Boo Boo and we drove off to the (very haunted, if you believe in that sort of thing) Chickamauga Battlefield at 1 A.M. like a car full of 16 year olds with nothing better to do.

All in all, it was an extremely fun night.

On Monday, I walked into Nellie’s day care only to be stopped by one of her teachers:

Her: Hey! I meant to ask you – how do you know Justin?
Me: *frozen* Uhhhh… Justin *lastname*?
Her: Yeah!
Me: You…. saw the tagged Halloween party pictures on Facebook, didn’t you.
Her: Yeah, I did! We went to high school together, and I was looking through the party pictures and saw you and thought you looked familiar, but it was hard to tell with your costume. Then I saw your name and was like OMG that’s Nellie’s mom!
Me: *mentally running through the tagged photos I saw and wondering if I was caught taking Jell-O shots* Ha.. haa… Yeah! It was.. a fun time…

Miraculously, the party paparazzi didn’t snap a single photo of me imbibing. It did, however, catch me in all my costumed glory:

I’m not sure if this is more or less embarrassing than a photo of me double-fisting Jell-O shots and eating pigs-in-a-blanket while hunched over a Oujia board. While I’m not embarrassed of my costume (because it’s fucking AMAZING), I learned from the party that trying to explain ERMAHGERD to someone who hasn’t heard of it is the most awkward thing ever. Luckily the girl did not ask about my costume and let me go on my awkward way.

OH, FACEBOOK. YOU AND YOUR TAGGING MADNESS. You crazy ass social bastard.

Being Showered with Babies

That’s what a baby shower is, right?


Har har. I kid. I know what a baby shower is. And I’m excited to say that my first one is THIS SUNDAY! I can’t freaking wait. I know things are going to get that much more real for me at the shower. I’m also looking forward to eating delicious food and hopefully, cake.

Speaking of baby showers, I’m a terrible person. I have been sneaking peeks at our baby registry for weeks now seeing if anyone has bought anything from it and I am vowing not to do it anymore. Seriously. I promise. Yesterday I looked at it and saw the usual three items that have been purchased for about two weeks; a set of baby caps, booties and a onesie… Plus one more item.

Now, it’s not an extravagent or fancy diaper bag, it has no bling and no bells or whistles but it’s cute as hell and I’M SUPER PSYCHED THAT SOMEONE BOUGHT IT. I think this officially makes me a mom; the days of longing for a Coach purse are over and the days of celebrating over a diaper bag have come.

We also have our ridiculously belated Halloween party tomorrow night. I know, I know. If you don’t know me, or my family you’re wondering why in the hell we are having a Halloween party two weeks after the fact. Any explanation you may need is at this post.
We are also moving closer to Moving Day; which is actually two weeks from today. I cannot wait to get into our new space and get started on Nellie’s nursery. I feel like a runner who is eager to begin a race but hasn’t heard the gun go off yet. I’m ready and raring to go, but we can’t get started on anything for her until we get into our new home. So I’m just standing at the starting line, wiggling my butt like a cat getting ready to pounce on something unsuspecting. Revving my wheels. Chomping at the bit. ….Is that enough puns for you yet?
I’m always in a good mood on Fridays for obvious reasons. It’s also a great day because I get paid today, and having money in the bank makes me shake my tooshie in celebration. And I have a sizable tooshie, ladies and gentlemen.
I’m also practicing with my quartet at some point in the next few days, we have to get ready to audition for our chorus on Tuesday. SO EXCITING. I’ll be sure to announce our name and everything once we pass our audition… You know, for anyone who might care a little bit about my quartet, hehe. For those of you who may be new to my blog and don’t know about the “musical side” of me, check out this post to get up to speed.
Okay friends, it’s time for me to get to work and feign productivity until 5:00.
I kid, I kid. I’m going to do some actual work.

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