Texas Girls

My favorite tee...thanks Mom!

*Another post from my weekend in Texas.*

This weekend Fiance and I flew to Texas for our second wedding shower. That’s right, TWO wedding showers for this lucky couple. Typically showers feel awkward as everyone sits around and watches the bride open kitchenware after kitchenware. She pretends to be excited about the toaster that she herself picked out… Well, I now know that it is not at all awkward when it’s my own shower.

I love opening presents (especially ones that I picked out!), I love being the center of attention, I love seeing my friends and family, and I LOVE snack food. My shower was perfect. I got to see SSOOO many people whom I rarely get to see, some I haven’t seen in years. My first grade teacher even came! Although, I am probably the only person in the world who still talks to her first grade teacher.

Fiance and I got so many gifts that we feel like the most spoiled couple! My mother ordered a pretty awesome cake for the event, and even arranged for some special vegetarian/dairy free finger foods for me to enjoy. I am even excited about getting back and starting on all of our thank you cards. I truly enjoy writing cards and letters to people so thank you cards feel more like pen pal writing than a chore for me.

The best part of my weekend in Texas though, was spending time with some of the most freakin’ cutest adorable little babies I’ve ever snuggled! THREE of my close friends had babies in January. I am always so sad to miss big events like that, but it was so great to get to see them this weekend…all boys by the way.

The only picture of me without a baby in my arms.

I am pretty sure that some people walking into my shower had these thoughts running through their mind:

Oh shoot, is this a baby shower?!

Did Hilarie have a baby?

Why isn’t there a nursery?

That was definitely the look on some faces as they came through the door, mostly because I had a baby in my arms through the entire event. I was actually told I had to put the babies down to open presents.

It’s amazing how much you can love a baby the first time you hold them, or even before you hold them. I am just so happy for all my friends who have started their beautiful families. And, thank you for allowing me to call myself “Aunt Hilarie” every time I’m around. Also, I’d really appreciate it if you show them my picture at least once every day and repeat my name a few times. I’d hate for them to forget their favorite honorary “aunt” who promises to bring presents each time she comes to visit. Thanks.

Love this face!


“Aunt” Hilarie

Flying Sucks

If I wasn’t charged 50 bucks per piece, I’d always travel with this much luggage.

*I wrote a few blog posts over the past couple months for fun…here’s one I wrote after my trip to Texas.*

Remember the good ol’ days? The days when flying was glamorous? Everyone dressed up, traveled with round shaped luggage, drank free martini’s, got free meals, and smoke cigarettes without someone hassling you? Yeah… me either.  (Although, thank God no one is allowed to smoke anymore…I mean seriously, can you imagine a smoke filled plane? Eww.

I did not fly for the first time until I was twenty years old, just 7 years ago. However, flying seemed much more fun even that short time ago. I never had to pay for luggage, the planes were rarely full, all snacks and meals were free, most flights had a movie playing, and I did not have to get felt up and stripped to my bare essentials each time I went through security.

Still, I like to pretend that I am glamorous when I fly. I dress nice (mostly). That just means I never wear shorts or sandals, and I fix my hair. I use my laptop like I’m doing something really important. I go through the “expert flyer” line in security and scoff at the “family” line. I always order ginger ale and black coffee from the attendants. I buy a new fashion magazine to browse, and a snack from one of the bookstores as a treat for all the hoopla I have to put up with now. Basically, I spend even more money to pretend that flying is still fun.

It’s hard work to pretend to be Audrey Hepburn flying first class in the 50’s though… my laptop dies too soon, I forget my headphones almost every flight, I get patted down because my socks are too tall (that actually happened), the airport security yells at me (again) for forgetting to take the bottle of water out of my backpack (This is especially embarrassing in front of everyone in the “expert flyer” line…although they often miss the bottle of lotion floating around in the bottom of my purse.), they’re out of ginger ale, magazines are double the price, and the person sitting in front of me has their seat back against my knees.

I am sure there are great reasons why flights are getting more and more expensive,  why we have to pay for every bag, even why snacks aren’t free anymore, and  why few flight attendants are still friendly… but I can’t help but long for the good ol’ days of Pan Am.

At least no flight is ever low on coffee.

God Speed!

P.S. Don’t forget to book your flights to Disney for June 9th!