Bob Typhoid

My friends and co-workers are obsessed with my future name change.

At first, it was funny.

Now......

It's kinda sorta still funny.

Example 1: They have inappropriately re-written the words to Cat Scratch Fever. I must write a sincere apology letter to Ted Nugent.

Example 2: I come back to my desk to find my name written in thermometers.

Example 3: A few former classmates have started calling me 98.7. And I respond.

Example 4: They have defined a disease using my hyphenated name complete with symptoms and treatment methods.

Example 4 has resulted in a heavy debate of when it is reasonable to hyphenate a name. I have been told that I should no way no how do so as someone may honestly think I have contracted a disease upon hearing my full name. Of all the details surrounding our wedding, I honestly had not predicted that a potential hyphenated name would cause discussion. However, some extensive research (thank you, Google) has shown me that my name would not hold a candle to several other women.

After reading these super awesome wedding announcements, I am seriously debating changing my current last name to Hay, Scarlet, or possibly Rheumatic. 15 seconds of fame on the Jay Leno show might actually be worth it.

My Name Is Big Boca Bob

And it has been two weeks since my last entry.


The Llama's wedding has jumped straight to the top of my "things to do" list. There are crafts to be completed, ribbons to be tied, candy dishes to be filled, musical duets to be rehearsed and one bride-to-be to keep stress free. The last item might become the most difficult to accomplish in the coming weeks.
Twenty-seven days and counting until The Llama becomes a Mrs., and if her bachelorette festivities last night serve as a preview for the wedding events, I can assure you it will be one heck of a camo sportin', ol glory drankin', cowboy boot stompin' party. Thanks CareBear for providing a fabulous girls night out and thanks Daisy Duke for providing most of the entertainment for the evening. :)

As my hobbies as a party planner, dance recital coordinator, and wedding diva become a full-time job, Officer Bob and the boys have felt a little neglected - and they aren't afraid to show that they are utterly unimpressed with my lack of free time.

Luckily, Officer Bob has stepped up to the plate to share a little extra quality father-son bonding time with the boys.

I honestly don't know what I would do without him..................





Oh wait......nevermind..........
I would sleep in my own bed!


Please excuse my part-time demotion of blogging on my priority list. I promise to move it up the list immediately right in between folding laundry and vaccuming the carpet I'm sure is hiding under days of dog hair.

Don't give up on me yet, blog readers! The fun is just starting!

Officer Bob's Big Screen Debut