#burritobeat2015 Day 49

Woman Crush Wednesday! 

Shoutout to all these tias! What fabulous role models for our little Bobbie Burrito......keep it classy ladies!

#burritobeat2015 Day 14

Feliz Cumpleanos Tio Titty Baby!

 Bobbie Burrito - Top 5 Things You Should Know About Your Uncle:

Between his facial hair and attire, some might label him a lumbersexual.

Besides Daddy and Grand Puba, Tio TB will be your emergency phone call for literally everything.

He can out drink your mom. On your 21st birthday,  if you ask us nicely, we will prove it.

The amount of hair on his back could be used to knit sweaters for the entire population of underprivileged children residing in Chicago.

He has already granted you a small portion of his big fun-loving heart and you should treasure your place there forever. It's a pretty special heart.

#burritobeat2015 Day 10

Family Christmas at Grandma Dirt's house! This photo captures the ridiculous bond between father and daughter. Grandma Dirt is well known for her unique gift giving abilities and Sergeant Bob and Bobbie Burrito counter act it with the gift of no shame. Don't be surprised if you see this goofy pair sporting these same outfits at the local grocery store some day soon. As always, we were truly blessed this holiday season with gifts galore, family fun, and love abounding.  

#burritobeat2015 Day 9

Welcome Home Tia! We got to surprise Dancing Queen at the airport today as she arrived home from the only place where all your dreams come true. Dancing Queen spent the last 6 months at Disney World and her stories prove the slogan to be true. Only one semester of school and an internship stand in the way of her return to the sunshine state. Dancing Queen made Florida her home during her short stay and though we will miss her if she chooses to make it a permanent residence, I will secretly squeal with joy knowing my vacations are practically planned for the majority of Bobbie Burrito's childhood. Welcome back for now, Dancing Queen! We plan to steal all the snuggles we can while you join us in the chilly Midwest. 

P.S. Airport lighting does wonders for this little blue eyed beauty #nofilter

Bundle up Dancing Queen! Old Man Winter will show no mercy on your warm soul.

#burritobeat2015 Day 5

Impromptu dinner date with Grand Puba and Daisy Duke. Avocados.....yum! Mom forgot to take a picture so she requested a selfie from Mimi and Grandpa. Bobbie Burrito was blessed with pretty techno savvy grandparents. Brett Favre even made a cameo. What a good lookin' couple!  

Fall Traditions

In case I haven't mentioned it before, I HEART FALL.

I heart the smell.
I heart the sound.
I heart the feel.
I heart the taste.

Fall is a sensory overload and I seriously can't get enough of it.

I believe my affinity for this specific season can be attributed to Mama Dirt and her sense of tradition. I was raised in a family that went apple picking every year the leaves began to change. We would watch football every Friday night, cook hot dogs over an open fire in the backyard, and engage in the sport of competitive pumpkin carving. I thank you, Mama Dirt, for making the time to let us breathe in the brisk fall air for I now get to share those experiences with new generations.

Unfortunately, I was unable to attend this year's apple picking trip with Huracan and his little bean burrito offspring, but the pictures I received via text message let me be a part of the action. It was reported that Beans was quite the determined little picker as she huffed and puffed and tugged at each apple within reach. Mama Dirt was forced to purchase more than a couple bushels as the stubborn Beans would just not quit. She will make a faithful employee someday. I love that girl to pieces.

This past weekend, CareBear, Titty Baby, Pebbles, Officer Bob, and I loaded up in the trusty blaze and made the trip to the orchard. The King and Niepoetter families completed our happy little caravan. We ventured out early Sunday morning. It would have been early Sunday morning had church not forced yours truly to hold up the trip. My tardiness was forgiven as there is obviously no competing with the Big Guy upstairs. In my absence from Pebbles lately, I have earned a new name. Her father has convinced Pebbles that I am "Brown Bear". Cute, huh? Yeah.....I didn't think so either. I guess there are worse things to which I could be compared. You know the saying - "Better to be a Brown Bear than a Titty Baby!"

Highlights from the trip include the following:

• Even at 8 months pregnant, CareBear is a fearless full of energy Mama.
• I love other people's kids (most of the time). The cuteness is overwhelming.
• Other people's kids are even cuter when they call me Mrs. Febuh.
• Pebbles is an independent woman who can not and will not be contained to being carried in single file lines. She needs to be given the freedom to fly on her own terms. Even if these terms mean riding on the footrest of a stroller in a very crowded orchard market.
• Officer Bob's friends are quietly funny. Just like him. It makes me happy.
• I don't like llamas. (Sorry Tina.) I just don't see the draw in these spitting smelly animals nor do I want to pay 25 cents to feed them tiny green pellets. Gross.
• I need to kick the habit of forgetting my camera when engaging in family traditions. These memories need to be captured.  
• Pumpkin picking is the perfect activity for an independent two year old ready to make grown up decisions like big pumpkin vs. wittle pumpkin. In case you were wondering, wittle pumpkin won.
• Titty Baby and I have the same sense of humor and we will always be funny. Always.

Officer Bob and I finished the weekend by watching football and drinking hot chocolate. Love.

"Autumn - the year's last, loveliest smile." - William Cullen Bryant

P.S. I am contemplating enrolling in PSLAA (Pumpkin Spice Latte Addicts Anonymous) Who's with me?

Playing Catch Up

An update on the summer fun happenings at Casa de Bob:

I am a musical theatre nerd - a trait I inherited from my mother. After she enrolled me in tap dance lessons at the age of three, I have been obsessed with all things Bob Fosse and Broadway. Mama Dirt and I enjoyed a girls' day out at the Fox Theatre in St. Louis. I haven't had the opportunity of venturing to many theatres in my short life time, but I must say the Fox is hands down the most beautiful stage I have witnessed. Behold the beauty.  The pictures seriously don't even do it justice.

The day started with a stress free ride to the big city courtesy of Amtrak. We then headed to the famous Fox for a pre-show buffet complete with a dessert table. They were more than prepared for my arrival - the dessert buffet was stocked with churros. Ironic? I think not. We then headed to our mezzanine seats where Mama Dirt and I comfortably sat for almost three hours completely captivated by singing, dancing, and the Broadway nautical flair of "Anything Goes"

Our amateur review - Spectacular singing, impressive acting, and mediocre dancing (we are allowed to be a little critical after spending 20+ years at the Susan Basalay School of Dance) Overall rating? 4 stars - great experience with my favorite musical nerd buddy - my mama.

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Daisy Duke and yours truly are officially in business. I will expand on the state of our self-owned company in a later blog, but seeing as marketing is a must-have in the cut-throat business of event planning, I must make a plug. Please feel free to check out our website!

www.feverpitchevents.blogspot.com

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Once again, the brave Bob siblings and a few tagalongs attempted and successfully completed the Warrior Dash. A few bruised knees, a few scuffed shins, and a slightly jammed finger or two all lead to the following pictures. Man I love my family!

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Sergeant Bob and I have reserved a spot on the Bootleg Canyon ziplining tour during our Vegas vacation next month. I am 100% positive that I am more excited about this venture as I will be able to check another "first" off of my Summer 2013 bucket list. The countdown has started.
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STAY TUNED FOR MORE CASA DE BOB SUMMER FUN UPDATES!

One Man Wolf Pack

El Aguila is officially a college graduate, and I am one proud hermana.

*B.S. in Biology

*Magna Cum Laude

*And arguably the most imporant accomplishment to note?
officially a ONE MAN WOLF PACK

Thanks to his siblings, El Aguila was gifted the following for surviving four grueling years of higher education.

I'm known for my slightly inappropriate gift giving abilities, and seeing as how Dancing Queen received ink upon her completion from high school, I saw it only fit for us to offer El Aguila the same opportunity. Knowing full well that he would not be interested in matching sister tattoos, I tapped into his psyche to find the next best thing.

 

El Aguila has a ridiculous and sometimes awkard addiction to the canus iupus species......otherwise known as wolves. Its weird. I'm not quite sure I understand the connection, and I will forewarn other inquisitive minds to not ask El Aguila for specific reasoning behind this affinity for the answer only leads to more questions. However, in my quest for the justification behind the Aguila - Wolf correlation, I have learned many interesting facts about these creatures including but not limited to the science of the "pack" and monogamous mating habits. If life's journey ever leads me to a seat across from Ms. Viera on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?, I can assure you this man will be my "phone-a-friend" should a question regarding this species arise?

 

But I digress........

 

Unfortunately, I was unable to attend the official branding of my brother so I sent along Sergeant Bob for photography purposes. Keep in mind there is no man more afraid of needles than my poor husband, and I'm equally as upset that I missed the chance to see him witness several tiny needles puncturing human flesh. I'm sure the facial expressions were quite dramatic.

It was reported by both Sergeant Bob and Dancing Queen that El Aguila tolerated the pain with poise and only flinched a time or two during the hour long process.

Thank you, Sergeant Bob, for also making sure to photograph the extent of my brother's obsession. Sergeant Bob's detective skills led him to discover the secret stash of wolf t-shirts not so hidden in El Aguila's car. Apparently trying to decide on your wolf attire after receiving your very first wolf tattoo is one heckuva difficult decision and one that El Aguila struggled with until the very last minute. He had to bring several options for such an occasion. Dedication will get you places, mi hermano.

The road has not ended for the one man wolf pack. In fact, I am quite certain that his journey is just about to begin. Medical school will start in the fall at which time he will be buried in books and academia - way too intellectual to hang out with us less educated folk. I'm ok with it as long as a lifetime supply of free health care and/or medical advice are included in the familial contract.

My Dearest Brother,

I once read that in the medical field you will call upon your decision-making skills frequently. You will make "good decisions, bad decisions, decisions that will occupy a moral grey space in between, and even decisions to not make a decision and merely wait until circumstance makes a decision for you."

I am not going to condescendingly lecture you on life as an adult. You have already been making adult decisions for several years, and I have faith in those choices - past, present, and future.

Congratulations, mi hermano. For once - I have no advice to give as you are embarking on a journey that I have never ventured. Pave your own way and I wish you nothing but success, Future Dr. Aguila.

Te amo,
Your Very Proud Older Sister

The Premiere After-Party

 

If there is one thing the family of Mr. and Mrs. Bob know how to do, it is throw one rockin' party. Seriously. Props to the hosts - Mama Dirt, Osama Bin Father, Daisy Duke, and Grand Puba. The food was fantastic, the dancing was delightful, and the party was one for the ages.

 

Following the vows, the wedding party hopped in the limo for a blissful ride (for most) to the reception hall. 

 

Chasing RumChata with Miller Light was one of the best decisions I ever made.
Absolutely refreshing. 

 Don't let the smile on Officer Bob's face in the picture above fool you. Approximately 20 minutes into the slightly winding rock star limousine ride, I look over at my very pale, very uncomfortable husband of less than an hour. Motion sickness has been somewhat of an issue for the better portion of this man's life and unfortunately it reared it's ugly head on such an important day. An emergency phone call was made to the father of the groom and the new Mr. & Mrs. hopped into a slightly less glamorous ride for the remainder of the trip. I for one did not mind as my large dress in such a small space created somewhat of a cocoon suited perfectly for a beer drankin' passenger.

We made a pit stop with the photog for some candid photos.........

 

and arrived right on time for our grand announcement.

"Ladies and Gentleman, presenting Mr. & Mrs. Officer Bob!"

In true Bob fashion, the reception hall was decorated to the nines. Custom movie posters lined the head table, movie-themed favors and movie-themed centerpieces adorned the guest tables, and thanks to Grand Puba, guests were able to pose in a truly authentic Academy Award head-in-hole cutout. Two words. Sa. Weet.

 

 

The Karate Kid

Top Gun

Nacho Libre



Oscar Winners

The multi-flavored film cake made a beautiful cameo. Which by the way, Officer Bob was surprisingly very polite in his feeding of the bride - a shocking discovery to most.

The Matron of Honor gave a touching speech, the Best Man gave a humorous speech, and the Maid of Honor made an entire room of mothers, grandmothers, and sisters cry. It started with a song and ended in a blubbering mess. Thank you, Dancing Queen. I hope to return the favor some day. 

Dinner was served. The bride and groom made the rounds, and the DJ made the formal announcement for the first dance. This is the point at which I must squash a few rumors. The first dance was COMPLETELY and TOTALLY and ABSOLUTELY Officer Bob's idea. I understand I tend to have a flair for the dramatic, but Officer Bob was the creative mind behind the montage of movie dances ridiculousness. I have yet to receive video documentation (calling all guests), but as soon as I do, I cannot wait to burn that baby and lock it in the vault to be shown at all future family events. My husband is one helluva white boy dancer and ladies - he's all mine! I'm not quite sure the amateur photos do it justice, but they will have to do for now. 

 

After recovering from the marathon of a first dance (I no kid when I say the exact length was 7 minutes and 22 seconds of fast pace footwork), I was able to share a genuinely touching dance with my  proud papa. It's no secret that Mexican men have a natural rhythm. Dancing with my dad will remain at the top of my most memorable lifetime moments. Truly meaningful. 

Officer Bob shared an equally beautiful dance with Daisy Duke and her long gorgeous locks!



Garter removed? Check. Garter tossed? Check. Bouquet tossed? Check. Bouquet caught by beautiful Maid of Honor and sister of the bride? You betcha! Isn't she purty?!

Bullet Points from the remainder of the evening:

• Dancing began with the much anticipated dance-off between Big Boca Bob and Punkin. Punkin had the task of selecting the song. Sexy and I Know It provided the soundtrack to some pretty intimidating moves from Punkin. It was clear from the first cartwheel that she was NOT about to let the bride walk away with a victory just because it was her special day. It was a sweaty battle of kicks, turns, bumpin', and grindin', but ultimately Punkin walked away with the W. Splits just weren't happening in my spanks and Punkin's lack of concern for displaying her undergarments to a room full of strangers gave her an edge up. Punkin was presented with her mirror ball necklace and Big Boca Bob, though slightly disappointed, made an effort to recover from the loss.
• Daisy Duke and Mama Dirt were both groped heavily by a few drunk gentlemen. This is why I love our friends.
• One guest chose to consume the entire stale popcorn contents of at least 10 centerpieces on the second floor.
• The infamous YMCA spotlighted props of all sorts including but not limited to police officer apparel, construction hats, and flower girl dresses worn as head dresses.
• Titty Baby performed his rousing rendition of "Baby Got Back" for possibly the last time at a family wedding.....until Pebbles ties the knot of course.
• Mexicans mingled. Lots of Mexicans mingled.
• Officer Bob spent the majority of the evening reminiscing with old frat buddies..........

• While Big Boca Bob spent the majority of the evening tearing up the dance floor.
• The Bob's were incredibly overwhelmed with the support and true love of family and friends surrounding them.

The red carpet is no longer and the stars are enjoying life as newlyweds.

From the bottom of our hearts........

A sincere thank you to all those that made our day so incredibly special. I am crazy in love with the man of my dreams and I have every single one of you to thank for being party of our insanely beautiful life.

Let's do it again next year! :)

Siskel & Ebert Give It Two Thumbs Up!

Brace yourselves. The much anticipated final review of the premiere of the year is officially published. I have been married for exactly 24 days, and if they are a sign of the rest of my days as a Mrs. I am totally not prepared for this.........just kidding! Married life is bliss. Right Officer Bob?

Without further ado..........

I give you a somewhat complete, occasionally exaggerated, and frequently biased review of SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER (through the eyes of the bride).

*NOTE: Official photography is yet to be released. Facebook has provided the amateur photography you are about to witness. I appreciate your understanding.

Ahem........

We will start by completing skipping over the details of the evening of the rehearsal dinner. I kinda sorta maybe had a hard time keeping my cool as I felt as though I was drowning in wedding details. Here's what you need to know.

• Dinner was delightful (Thanks, Grand Puba and Daisy Duke!).
• Quality time with family/friends was incredibly entertaining (per the usual)
• The eve before my wedding day was spent with the most loving, thoughtful, beautiful people I know and I am truly fortunate to have been able to create forever memories.

Mexican cousins = Love.

Bridesmaids = Family.

Mama Dirt and Dancing Queen gave me a cute little girly sleepover that night and though I can't say I got great sleep, I will admit that the thought of saying "I Do" to the only man that holds my big 'ol Mexican heart kept me in an oddly relaxed state through the hours leading up to the vows. 

 

SATURDAY MARCH 23, 2013

 

Wake up call: 7:00AM - However, it was reported this was slightly earlier in Pebbles's room as she was more than ecstatic to roll down the aisle on her Uncle's big day.....or maybe it was the thought of free movie theatre popcorn. Can you blame her?

 

The lovely ladies headed to the salon bright and early to get their pretty on while the manly men slept in and waited to partake in a 5-star Grandma breakfast served late morning.

 

Dear God,

 

Thank you for blessing me with family/friends willing to consume a few alcoholic beverages at 8:00am.

 

One word. Verdi.



One of the best decisions in the entire wedding planning process? Splurging on the flaw-hiding, ugly face curing, airbrush makeup. To all future brides - DO IT. For realz.

I do updo? Check. Picture posing with beautiful bridesmaids? Check.

Off to the theatre!



Completing Maid of Honor duties, Dancing Queen zipped me into my surprising comfortable princess dress...........

 Handed me a brewski.......

And sent me on my way to the altar.

 

This is where things start to become a blur. I will offer a bullet point list of the memorable moments/things learned leading up to the kiss.

• After prepping for official photos, the wedding party was running approximately one hour and 45 minutes behind schedule. Whoops!
• Itineraries are pointless on wedding days. The groom will do whatever he wants.
• Mexican families can fill up almost half of a small town theatre on their own.
• A movie themed wedding is super fun when the guests get popcorn, candy, and 3D glasses.
• Parents barely know their children in regards to movie trivia.
• When deciding on hostesses to walk children down the aisle, it might have been a good idea to pick individuals who are more kid-friendly.

As a perk to all blog readers, I would like to offer the chance to allow you to view what guests had the opportunity of witnessing on the big screen before the classier moments of the day.

 

REPLAY SAVE THE DATE

 

Be prepared to Awwwww.....Officer Bob was one cute kid!

 

Laughter and oooo's and ahhhhh's filled the theater (or so I hope) as I emotionally prepared to make one of the most important and memorable walks of my life. 

 

Cue the moms who both looked as gorgeous as ever!

 

Cue the groom and groomsmen.

 

Cue the best 6 women in my life.

 

Cue the hostesses/flower girls who greeted the guests with the occasional "HI" while making an entrance stealing the hearts of 99% of the guests. It would have been 100%, but one of the hostesses isn't exactly prepared for motherhood proven when she bribed Beans not to cry by tossing popcorn in her wagon and barking orders to "eat and be happy")

 

Cue the emotionally overwhelmed bride and her strong, proud, happy father. Yes. I said happy. I realize the moment I stepped into the spotlight, my eyes should have instantly met the eyes of my future husband (and they did) but I took a moment to look into the eyes of my father first. It's no secret that being happy is a struggle for Dad and his personal fight against mental illness. At that moment in time, I saw happiness in the depth of his eyes. Happy to be there in the moment with his daughter and family from many miles away. Happy to be alive. Happy to be the Dad I needed him to be at that exact moment. Happy to be himself. No anxiety. No fear. No worry. I will NEVER forget that moment on that day. Items # 5 AND 23 crossed off the bucket list. Have my father walk me down the aisle and witness my dad be truly happy for a day. Whew!

 

......back to the emotionally overwhelmed bride witnessing her super adorable groom sporting a hunky tux and tennies ready to take her hand. Huracan and El Aguila provided the perfect guitar soundtrack to the walk down the aisle, and I promised myself I would pause and truly take in that once in a lifetime moment. Pure magic.

 

 

 

 Rev. Jamsa began the service, and only those in attendance will ever be able to truly understand the raving enthusiasm and true showmanship he offered in his role as officiant. Seriously.

 

He said "I Do." I said "I Do Too." He cried real man tears. I may have done the same. (Only because he started it) And two became one. Officer Bob, mi amor, became my husband. I became Mrs. Bob, and I am still grinning ear to ear as I say it out loud. True love exists, kids.

As our anthem Night Fever blasted through the theatre speakers, the stars of the show exited in true Bob style. The small town streets lined with adoring fans waiting to meet the happy duo and as we made our way back down the red carpet, guests showered us with popcorn and love - which in hindsight, popcorn, though very fitting, may not have been the most practical choice for celebration.I was still picking kernels from unmentionable areas hours later.

 

SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER

Five stars.

A must-see for all ages.

 

 

 

 

 

Next Up? An uncensored review of the post-premiere party. I promise it won't disappoint.