I Think I Missed My One Week Deadline..........

Whoops!

Labor Day is in two weeks and what have I accomplished this summer?

Bridal showers, bachelorette parties, mud runs, baby showers, birthday parties, baseball games, road races, booze cruisin', weekend jet setting, girls night outs, weddings, and lots of quality time with friends and family. Life in your late twenties is pretty darn exhausting........incredibly entertaining..........but exhausting. The 2013 fun is only half over and the fall will keep bringing the fun. - as long as The Bobs can keep up. Phew!

In the midst of the summer crazy, I have failed to get regular updates on the growing jelly bean known as Gremlin. I have failed to spend quality time with my super adorable nieces and nephews who are all approaching their second birthdays. I have failed to complete home projects in desperate need of updating (We are currently unable to use the back door as the handle fell of months ago, and I have yet to fix it - The evening walk from the back garage to the front door has become part of the Bob daily routine.) I have failed to take my poor four legged children on regular walks because I am just too tired from all my people fun. I have failed to maintain a vacuumed household. I apologize to all those who my failures have affected.

HOWEVER, I HAVE fully succeeded my ONE major goal of summer 2013 - truly enjoy life as a newlywed. Check!

Doctor Dumpster Boy

This past Saturday this guy celebrated his 23rd birthday.

 

This coming Saturday this guy will be moving many miles away from the place he has called home for the last 23 years.

In just a couple weeks, this guy will be inducted into med school with a fancy pants White Coat Ceremony.

But let me remind you that 20 years ago, this guy was my little shadow, my partner in crime, my bestest little brotha. I truly hope that never changes.
This is the guy I remember.

 

My faithful readers have witness the chronicles of El Aguila's journey from boy to man over the last few years, but one would say that his true journey has just begun.

From dumpster boy to doctor. Miracles do happen.

 "Thumbs Up" for a successful transition into your newest adventure, buddy.

FELIZ CUMPLEANOS, EL AGUILA!

P.S. Please don't forget about us little people.

A Glance Into The Future

After arriving at work this morning, I booted up my 1994 PC to find my inbox flooded with e-mails from co-workers who had apparently spent the morning catching up on the latest YouTube celebrities. After seeing that Grand Puba also caught on to the Dancing Nana phenomenon via facebook, I decided she would be the perfect subject for this week's post. I am not sure if family/friends would agree, but co-workers have concluded that the following video represents Big Boca Bob in approximately 50 years.

 

If this is how my co-workers see me, I must be doing something right. Flash forward a few decades and visualize this same video with a pretty awesome Hispanic woman dancing down the stairs with Gangam Style blasting from the speakers. I can only hope to make my future children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren beam with pride as the world views my sweet hip thrusts and fancy footwork. Skills like this just shouldn't go to waste.

 

 

I spent the last 20 minutes typing an e-mail to this woman as I truly believe she is an idol to many. Try watching this video without smiling. It just can't be done. If you prove me wrong, you have no soul and we should most likely terminate our relationship. Just kidding......but not.

 

 

"We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance!"

What Happens In Vegas............

Stays in Vegas.

Unless you are the author of a blog - in which case all stories will be posted for public viewing.

Sorry, Sergeant Bob.

The Bobs returned last night from a 4 night stint in Sin City and though I am a fan of the rock star lifestyle, I must admit I was ready to come home to my quaint little life. I have been spoiled by small town living for the majority of my existence and sometimes I forget how big, awkward, R-rated, and extremely weird this world and it's inhabitants can be. "Vegas After Dark" was a great reminder!

Key Points/Observations:

• The Dramamine/Ginger mix is a lifesaver in curing motion sickness. - Sergeant Bob has struggled all 28 years of his life with nausea in all modes of transportation (cars, boats, trains, planes, etc.....) He started the Dramamine/ginger cocktail 24 hours prior to Vacation Day 1 and remained consistent with his dosage. Results? No airborne vomiting. One "in flight" sarcastic, obnoxious, happy go lucky husband. One "in flight" annoyed wife. I think I liked him better before he found the cure. 
  
• Two words. Complimentary Upgrade. - Upon arrival at the Luxor Hotel & Casino, we were greeted with a room upgrade during our stay. Hello big screen TV and larger than life bathtub. Sergeant Bob would have stayed all four days in his rock star room had I let him.
  
• Buffets are overrated. - When booking the Vegas Vacation, several friends/family gave input on the must-haves and go-tos in the big city. All mentioned the glorious buffets for which the city is known for. However, The Bobs soon realized that the heat of the Nevada sun does little for one's appetite and the buffet is not so much worth the wait. Food? Meh. Ok. Line? Ridiculously unnecessary. Cost? Maybe worth it for the gamblers. Overall Experience? 6 out of 10.
• Celebrity sightings make me giddy. - I act like an overexcited teenager in the company of celebrities. I am not known to muzzle my enthusiasm and being so close to the self-proclaimed Mindfreak made me squeal with joy. Sergeant Bob suggested the purchase of front row seats to Criss Angel's Cirque de Soleil show and while I was skeptical of the seat placement, I reluctantly agreed. This show is MESMERIZING. My husband touched Criss Angel with his bare hand and I immediately grabbed it, held it to my own, and sighed in amazement. I vowed to never wash the hand that touched the hand that touched the hand of Criss Angel. Ahhhh.........Other celebrity sightings included Ndamukong Suh and Pete Rose. If you don't know who they are, we can not be friends.
  
• Heels are a poor choice for footwear. - Wanting to fit in with the fashion fads of the big city, I made sure to pack my "hot heels" for nights out. I wore them once. The Strip does not accommodate high heeled women. Blisters will form, arches will ache, and wives will pout. I learned my lesson. 
• Sin City cocktails will knock you out. - During date night at a fancy smchancy steakhouse (at which I had the delectable lamb and Sergeant Bob opted for the tender bison), I ordered a cool cucumber cocktail to partner my meal. Remember the heels? Try walking in those after consuming said cocktail. Wowza! Luckily I was able to sober up next to my new boyfriend, Criss.
  
  
  
  
• Husbands will go to all lengths to please their wives on vacation. - Maybe this is just my husband. In that case, I consider myself extremely lucky. At the pleading of his wife, Sergeant Bob made the hour long trek down the strip (one way) not once, not twice, not three times, not four times, but FIVE times during the course of our stay in order to capture photography of the best sights and sounds of Vegas both in the sun AND after dark. That totals AT LEAST 10 straight hours of walking time. That, my friends, is love. P.S. Two of those walks ended in show cancellations and Sergeant Bob didn't bitch once about it. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
       
• Ziplining offers the most amazing adrenaline rush. - If you can first survive the long, super vertical, 20 lb equipment toting free hike up the very scary rail-less mountain, the ride down via zipline will cause your heart to jump to your throat and your blood to rush with a mixture of emotions including but not limited to fear, joy, and excitement. My palms are still sweating as an after effect of that first ride down. After polling both parties, the Bootleg Canyon Zipline scored highest in best Vegas experience. I can't describe to you in words the beauty of the views atop the mountains or the sensation of gliding 2500 ft at 65 mph with nothing but two small caribiners holding you in place - truly memorable experience with the love of my life.
  
  
  
  
• The mixture of alcohol and sun exposure bring out the crazy in people. - I devoted Saturday to a dear friend's bachelorette party in the city of Sin. 8 hours of pool time soaking up the rays and sipping on expensive domestics led to sights I will never be able to erase from my memory. I'm not sure if it's because I am in my LATE 20's or if it's due to my recent nuptials, but I will never understand the male-female interactions taking place that day. I could literally see the STD's jumping from one person to the next. Drunk people are funny. Horny and funny. Thank god for the chlorine in the pool. It kills everything, right?
  
  
• Vegas Nightclubs are NOT for the faint of heart. - You have not truly lived until you experience the COMPLETE CHAOS of Vegas nightlife. Club promoters LOVE bachelorette parties because club promoters LOVE drunk girls because club promoters LOVE drunk guys that will spend their entire life savings trying to impress and/or bed said drunk girls. It's a not-so-clever technique for increasing profit. Due to the nature of our celebration, we girls received free access to an exclusive club at the end of the strip. The term exclusive can be defined as loud, obnoxious, dark, creepy, awkward, ridiculous, and a multitude of other negative adjectives. I. Just. Don't. Get. It. Light Nightclub boasts a PITCH BLACK atmosphere as characters of all shapes, sizes, and levels of creepiness rub up on you while characters of equal freakiness shine spotlights down on the gyrating dancers below. My anxiety hit a new level when hands were rubbing all over me in the darkness and I knew they DID NOT belong to me. I was not mentally prepared to witness the outfit choices of my peers and even the free drinks being handed to us by men looking for more than I was willing to offer were not enough to entice me to stay. My Exclusive Vegas Nightclub experience was short lived. 

The Bobs truly loved the overall Vegas experience, and though we may not be experts, if you are looking to travel to the NV any time soon, please let me know if you need any tour guide advice. You just can't beat the food, fancy, and fun that this city has to offer and I'm overjoyed that I was able to cross off Summer of 2013 bucket list items.

Final Rating? 8.5 out of 10.

BREAKING NEWS!

If your summer is anything comparable to the happenings at Casa de Bob, I'm sure you can sympathize with my lack of blogging time. The days get busier, but the excitement keeps building.

And that my friends is what leads me to this post..............

I am currently interrupting your summer fun to bring you this SUPER BIG ANNOUNCEMENT. Pebbles and her adorable little piggy tails have some news to share:

No - your vision is not failing you. Pebbles can hold her excitement no more. This only child expires November of 2013 and I know SEVERAL family members who are anxiously awaiting Baby Gremlin's arrival. Titty Baby once again gave himself the task of creating the in utero name for his offspring and he has settled on the title Gremlin. I think I can see the Titty Baby resemblance! :)

 

 

Unfortunately, I am already failing as an aunt in the realm of Gremlin blog time. His older sister will start to rub it in his face if I don't make up for lost time by incorporating the kilbasa bearing child into more written word. That and the consistent pressure from his mother has got me pecking away at the keyboard once again.

I am making a vow to Gremlin here and now as witnessed by blog readers both near and far. I solemnly swear to post AT LEAST once a week for the remainder of the summer in an effort to allow the unborn hairball to build as much fame as his older sister. It won't be easy. Some posts may fail to impress, but I WILL do it. Are you happy now, CareBear?!

"Gremlin Gab" has been initiated. Follow-ups can and will be expected.

Happy Summer Bloggers!

Hobby Turned Business(ish)

The excitement from the Saturday Night Fever wedding has finally subsided, and I quickly found that my passion for event planning could not go ignored. This could also be attributed to two things:

1. A consistent push from my mother-in-law to turn this hobby into a kinda sorta business venture.
2. Growing up in a house with Mama Dirt - the true professional DIY crafter

These two beautiful women in my life can be credited with giving me the courage to share my creative talents with the world.

HOW IT ALL STARTED...........
After a full tiring day of wedding planning for Daisy Duke's youngest, the fumes of hot glue and the empty bottles of wine lead to a discussion of making event planning more of a full-time biz. Daisy realized she could officially count the weddings of her children on MORE than one hand and Big Boca Bob confirmed that she too had plenty of experience in her several roles over the years including but not limited to invitation designer, interior decorator, pianist and lead vocalist in the wedding band, bridesmaid(s), caterer, baker, etc. At the time, we may not have appeared to be the most professional of event planners and the original name for the business was created - Hot Mess Wedding Planners, Inc. Since that evening, Daisy and Bob have evolved into much more than what the original name conveys. Together they hope to share their enthusiasm for custom event planning with you and help make your event both successful and truly memorable.

Fever Pitch Events has been born - we even have business cards. This is for realz.

Sergeant Bob and Grand Puba are not exactly thrilled about their wives going into business together as both men have already been recruited as volunteer employees. Little did they know that by saying "I Do", they signed a verbal contract to serve their wives upon request for all future business ventures. I guess you gentleman should have read the fine print.

It has been established that both Daisy Duke and I still need a little guidance in the whole money making part of owning a kinda sorta business, but we are still in the learning process.

PLEASE check out our website (blog) here and share with all your friends and family! We are already having so much fun with the creative themes our clients are bringing to us. Seriously - check out these adorable Alice In Wonderland Theme Invites we just completed for a first birthday party. It doesn't get any cuter.

 

 

The creative juices are flowing and there are no limits to the partnership of Daisy Duke and Big Boca Bob (and several other recruits).

Weddings, parties, and more - oh my!

Let the event planning fun begin! :)

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

Proud Wife

My husband makes me uber proud every day by waking up in the evening, lacing up his boots, keying up his radio, strapping on his duty belt, and heading out the door to a highly NON glamorous job while the rest of us in the central time zone are getting ready to put our heads to the pillow and drift off to dream land.

Officer Bob has a work ethic that rises above the majority of other men I've met in their late 20's. He has had the same employer for almost 5 years and has NEVER missed work or called in a sick day - even at the begging and pleading of his then girlfriend for a Sunday Funday at home. He is one of the most humble men I know and struggles with embarrassment every time I gloat about him, but he is truly deserving of all the praise he receives.

I have no doubts I will experience MANY proud moments as his wife in the years to come and the collection of those memories has officially started.

This past Tuesday Officer Bob brought home the following:

 

 

He nonchalantly sets a giant plaque on the table and says, "I got promoted today." It comes out like this is a no-big-deal occurrence that happens all the time in the same way one would proclaim "I ate breakfast today" or "I took a dump today."

 

What my husband lacks in expressing emotion, I make up for in excess. I will have you know - this is a big deal - not only because it takes him longer to get dressed every morning since he has to pin on super important fancy schmancy Sergeant bars, but also because I have to make an OFFICIAL blog name change. This has never happened in the history of the Big Boca Bob blog, and I'm sorry to report that my request for a formal ceremony has been denied.

 

Congratulations, Sergeant Bob

 

I am 100% positive about two things:

1. You will excel in your new role.
2. I will enjoy serving as your super hot trophy wife.

 

Small Town Life

I have lived in a small town the majority of my short 27 year life and I have lived in a small town ALL of my memorable life. Every single memory I have is a result of small town living and its effect on raising a family. I have called cities home, towns have been temporary addresses, but I currently reside in a village. The same village my husband has called home for over 28 years. To many this would mean I have been demoted in terms of residential living, but I must admit I spend most days very thankful that the population of my home town is over 50 times smaller than the maximum capacity of Lambeau Field. A young Hispanic woman does indeed stick out like a sore thumb in this town as proven by my initial welcome at the local watering hole and the persistence of neighbors needing to diversify their self-owned businesses. However, most days I put up with the less than mediocre and completely over-rated Mexican jokes spouting from the crackas I call friends because I truly love the camaraderie and comfort that comes from small town life.

I like to think my parents played a large role in this decision. I was much too young to remember the cross-country move my parents, older brother, and I made to central Illinois, but it was that choice that has influenced my opinion of rural areas. Thank you Mom and Dad for choosing to raise me right. Not too many children grow up knowing the name of every classmate (both the jocks AND the nerds). In fact - at my high school the jocks WERE the nerds. Not too many children are raised knowing the principal will come knocking on your door when you skip school or the town gossip at the hardware store beats anything you would ever find on facebook. Urban legends helped form my opinion of certain residents and the most scandalous events took place at the park next door. If your family is experiencing a crisis, there is a hot meal waiting on your doorstep every day until that crisis is resolved. When visitors ask directions to the closest grocery store, you direct them to the combination gas station/fast food restaurant/video store/local market within walking distance. These traits create the quaint environment that I could not live without and could only hope more Americans could witness even for a day.

However - I have but one small complaint regarding small town life. Small town politics are dirty - grimy, grody, disgustingly sleazy dirty. I believe during my adolescent years,  I was too naive to notice the unfortunate happenings at city hall, but now that I am a home owning adult the rumors from town meetings are quite disturbing. I will admit that I am not a voice of change in the village and I have done little to correct the slowly building volcanic eruption of the village board so my complaints may fall on deaf ears. I am simply taking this time to vent my frustration with the politics of "who you know" decision making. I would rather be associated with a "what you know" democratic way of life, but apparently secrecy and pointing fingers overrule that citizen promise. If these types of morals and ideals are modeled in small town government, I will no longer question the acts of corrupt leaders sitting in much higher positions. I am happy to hear that dirty political decisions are starting to attract media attention, and I am especially happy that the same village I was bragging about in earlier statements is also home to several proud strong-willed residents who are not afraid to stand up for what is right. Even behind the ugly curtain of dishonorable debauchery, there are individuals prepared to take the stage armed with truth, facts, and knowledge of a distint difference between what is right and what is wrong. My faith in humanity is restored when those individuals receive the opportunity to step up to the podium and voice genuine concern for the future of our generally happy way of life.

Thank you, Small Town America, for you give me something to stand behind. I am hoping my future children will someday understand the importance of what it means to be a supportive neighbor and live in a town where truth and open communication trump secrets and negativity in the character traits of those holding office. I will continue to reside in my little village until those ideals become obsolete. Faith keeps hope alive.

Summer Fun Suggestions

With the tiny glimpse of warm weather this past week and my constant desperate need to get out of the house, I have recently started researching summer fun activities. Now that I am a wife to a third shift employee, it is totally up to me to create an affordable activity-filled itinerary for the upcoming months. This is where I am recruiting the help of my friends - both those I have and have not met. I would like to dedicate this summer to a series of firsts. This mindset was sparked by a recent purchase of a Vegas vacation totally made on a whim (But of course with my significant other's prior approval. Apparently you need that once you get married - total buzzkill for impromptu vacation planning.)

I have started a list of potential "firsts" I would like to accomplish this summer. This is where you come in. I need your help and expert advice for some of these. Any tips or suggestions for the following would be much appreciated:

• VEGAS VACATION - National Lampoon Style
• *reservations made* HOLLA!
• FULL DAY HIKE (Picnic Lunch Included)
• *any hiking hot spots you suggest?*
• NOODLING aka Hillbilly Handfishin'
• *I could not be more serious about this one and I MUST find a way to make it happen*
• WINERY TOUR
• *can you believe I've never done this before? possible girls' day? anyone wanna join?*
• GO TO DRIVE-IN MOVIE THEATRE
• *do these even exist anymore?*
• ZIPLINING
• *there has got to be a place somewhat local, right?!*
• VISIT SMALL TOWN FESTIVALS IVE NEVER BEEN TO
• *let me know of any good ones*
• BIKE A CENTURY
• *ride 100 miles in a day* I need help planning a route.

Any other ideas? Activities should be somewhat affordable, somewhat out of the ordinary, and somewhat entertaining for a soon-to-be 27 year old gal and her friends (if she can recruit them)

What does your summer schedule look like? Can we cross anything off our bucket lists together?

Every summer has a story. The memories are just waiting to happen <3 p="">

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! :)