Birthday Fun...

I'm a week behind on blogging, but that's always pretty indicative of good times. Last weekend was my birthday and it was such an excellent shove into my mid-30's, ha! Rob threw a pool party for me at our new little rental and we had a blast. We might as well soak up that kicking pool cabana while we have it...it's legit.

We stayed up the night before making "Pete's Poppers", a factor-line production that would make any sweat shop owner envious. These poppers are truly one of the most delicious things ever - a half a jalapeno (de-seeded lest you make your intestines hate your guts {no pun intended, but still brilliant, if I do say so myself} and leap out of your body as if on strike) with cream cheese in the middle, wrapped in bacon and BBQ'd until brown, creamy, salty goodness. I think I just drooled on my keyboard a little bit.

The day of the pool party was glorious and we had a great time.

Of course the birthday girl got some balloons - Robbio sure knows how to pamper a girl.

I may be biased, but I loved my birthday poster:
And of course, kicking it with my friends is the best gift ever:

Rob was the day's grillmeister, we all bow down in reverence to your poppers and burgers.
Some misc shots:



I love how Bennett always gets passed around, clearly that little dude is never going to suffer a poor self-esteem or feel neglected.

So, as one of my steps in the 12 step Mrs. Fields addiction support group, I am forced - Yes, FORCED - to buy a big ol' cookie cake once a year and stuff myself senseless into diabetesville. Don't judge, unless you join the group and are taught the secret handshake, you don't get to know the deliciously evil 12 steps. They're truly fantasticly evil and at this point, the only reason to even have birthdays (other than to celebrate the "x" anniversary of my 29th birthday, of course). Slurp!
A very happy day and a very happy birthday, for sure!