HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUIES

The whole fam damily headed down south for the birthday festivities. We crammed as many activities and food in as possible.

What better way to celebrate than with YOGURTLAND and My Little Pony cupcakes?! And babies eating those cupcakes. Hello 26!

Can't beat a lazy Sunday morning at the Buie Manor. Happy Birthday Scott T!

And more outings and presents....for Adam's Birthday of course. I spy....2 babies, a bear claw, and 2 brothers with the same scary expression on their face.

Phew! I'm birthday-ed out. We walked away from this trip a little bit older and a little bit plumper.

Until next year!

Happy BIRTHDAY to ME!. and you, ugh, and you.

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Off to St. George & Vegas for a triple-threat bday weekend! Sharing a birthday weekend with 2 other family members doesn't bother me as much as I think it bothers Adam. I'll try not to steal his thunder.

Adios!

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Did you know succulents are also known as fat plants?
Today i'm feeling succulent. I have been chugging water every day like there's no tomorrow-and I swear it feels like i'm storing it in my butt for the winter.
shouldn't I be peeing this out??
ay ay ay.
I was researching succulents because I was standing over a jade plant yesterday for 10 minutes debating whether or not I should buy it. I think i'm going to go back and get him. he was pretty cute. just don't tell Adam--we are paying our second mortgage payment this week and the last thing I should be spending money on is fat plants.

shape up or ship out

Last year just a few months before my wedding my Mom and I took a trip down to San Diego to finalize wedding plans. Our good friend Pia suggested we come see her personal trainer and have a work-out session at the gym. I thought it was a good idea-after all, i've always wanted to see a trainer and Pia's got a rock-hard bod, so I thought what the heck!
This was a bad decision.
I have never worked out like that in my life.
The warehouse was intimidating enough, but Markshane? are you kidding me? Her trainer is a dark chocolate Greek God? And i'm expected to focus. heh.

"excusemehellohowareyouitisapleasurewhythankyouthankyouyesi'mready,yes."

So the work-out began. He told me multiple times to go outside. to puke.
And if that wasn't enough-he got down in my face while doing push-ups and in true-drill sargeant fashion yelled, "C'mon E! 5 more! Here comes the bride!"

At that point I didn't care if I looked like Jabba the Hut walking down the aisle. I wanted this to be over.
The next day was worse. I literally couldn't sit up in bed.
P.A.I.N.
So when Pia sent me this video today with the note, "We missed you at the workout!", I had to admit, I didn't miss them at all.

Don't let that 89 1/2 year-old woman fool you.
I'm sure she's got buns-o-steel. And can bench a buck and a half.
Oh, and FYI-Pia is the one doing the ring push-ups. She's a machine.

puke.

magic 8 balls and bowling balls.

Last night we went bowling on a whim. The game only lasted about 15 minutes.
geez, that was an expensive 15 minutes.
This boy is so cute I kick myself when I think back to the times I wanted him to stop asking me out on dates. I told his friends to tell him to stop asking me out on dates.
I'm a brat.
One night while dating we were at his parents house and I found a magic 8 ball in their guest bedroom closet. Don't ask me why I was rummaging through their guest bedroom closet; I realize this makes me sound like a paranoiac--going through my boyfriend's parents stuff, but that glowing black ball immediately peaked my interest. I was in the bedroom alone, and without hesitation I asked the magic 8 ball my million dollar question:

"Am I supposed to marry Adam?"

With a quick flip of the ball, I waited for the floating triangle to settle in place--

"Outlook not so good"

Gulp.
Now I don't know about the rest of you, but I have always been pretty superstitious. In highschool, Emily and I would play with tarot cars at night on the back deck and light candles....but that post can wait for another day. ANYWAY, the rest of the evening I thought that magic 8 ball was the answer to my destiny.

Today we have been married 13 months. and my outlook has never been better.
I threw that damn ball away.

Now lets bowl.

No, I didn't die. I just lost all motivation to blog and i'm sorry I neglected my 3 readers. Maureen was especially concerned-"i've been checking your blog daily-are you OK?"
Why do people assume the worst if you haven't posted in 5 days?

Ok maybe it's been longer than that....
Actually-it was food poisining! Yuuuck! barf. barf.
Actually we have been so friggin busy.
Actually I have been running in circles trying to put our house together.

Actually our Refrigerator broke down and it almost put me in tears. shocker.

(why did I capitalize Refrigerator???)
Actually my flickr account expired and i'm too frugal to cough up the 24 buckaroos to renew it.... we now have a mortgage people!
But that didn't stop us from antiquing yesterday with Ice and Soph and buying super-cute old stuff.
AND....I haven't been getting much sleep:
A. Food poisining
B. Excessive Caffeine intake
C. Adam yelling in the middle of the night in his sleep. yelling.

But I am back. And what's a better way to start off than finishing up our UK adventure with pictures of LONDON!
I love London. Holy Canoley. Holy Fish and Chips.
Notting Hill? Are you kidding me? Portabello Road? Really?

Right off the tube we met up with these crazy cats and had a bALL. No, I am not in my second trimester. It was the fried waffle and ice cream I just snarfed.

I may or may not have watched "Notting Hill" on our flight to London....

THE END.

I apologize for the skee-wonky/fuzzy/bleh photos.

Being frugal sucks.

anywho,

I vill be back.