It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas... What the..?

I cannot believe it is the second week of December, and we have only two weeks until Christmas Eve. Great googly moogly! Luckily, I have most of my shopping completed and my decorations are up. The reason the time is flying is due to the fun and exciting events that have been taking place. This last weekend, for instance, was my baby shower in San Antonio. My mom flew into Austin on Friday and I picked her up while my sister was at work. Oh, that is being way too nice, I picked her up because my sister stabbed her car on those retractable guard gates in front of the State Capitol. (Sorry to sell you out, Kate, but you know you will never live this one down). Anyway, the three of us drove down to San Antonio on Saturday morning to join my in-laws at what turned out to be one of the best baby showers I have ever been to, and I am not simply saying that because I got to keep all the presents. It was at a beautiful restaurant, the food was fantasitc (enchilads, my fav!), and the company was wonderful. My aunt and cousin and her boys got to join us, and we had a lovely afternoon. I send a big thank you to my Guerra family. They really out-did themselves. Emme is going to be one spoiled little girl, and I don't care!

Thanksgiving has come and gone, and I dropped the ball on blogging about our trip to Lubbock. I can nicely sum up the long weekend in a few words: Eat, sleep, football, 6 dogs. My mom cooked a great meal, the Aggies dissapointed us yet again this season, the couch had a permanent indentation of my rear, and we had 4 dogs wrestling inside and two dogs lounging outside. It was exactly what I needed before the hussel and bussel of December. (Crazed chef below)

Last but not least, today I had my 28 week doctor appointment. I am now officially in my 3rd trimester! Everything checked out perfectly and I got to hear her heartbeat again, which is my favorite part of the appointment. When you hear that heartbeat all of a sudden the sciatic nerve pain, swollen feet, heartburn, heatstrokes, expanding body parts, etc. seem so trivial. I would endure ten times these annoyances to have a healthy, happy little girl. Until next time.

(Meg and Ruben, Thanksgiving 2008)

Weekend in the 'Bock (that is cool slang for Lubbock)

Another week and weekend has passed us by. I cannot believe how the time is flying, and I think it is due to the fact I have so much to do before little Emme arrives! Rube and I headed off in different directions this weekend, which we do not do often, but sometimes is a necessity. He had to "work" at the Hyatt Hill Country Resort in San Antonio playing golf with customers, and I had a high school friend's wedding in Lubbock. The wedding was beautiful, and I got to see a lot of old friends that I have lost touch with since high school, which was nice. Congrats to Suzanne and Cole! What wasn't nice was that approximately 52 people touched my pregnant belly. Some asked, some didn't, some didn't just touch and actually rubbed, some patted, and although cursing under my breath I thought I exhibited a great deal of self control since my typical reaction is to jump back and block the offending hand with a quick chop block. That would have made things awkward, so I held back. Other than the wedding I spent my time shopping with mom for myself and Emme, relaxing at home with my dad while eating good food and obsessing over the Twilight series. I am so embarrassed. I am 32 and I love this teen series.

It is now the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and I am a week and a half late posting this blog. Another weekend has gone by, and we enjoyed Ruben's mom and dad, his oldest sister Monica and her husband, Steve, their two boys, Alex and Ryan, and their daughter Jessica, Ruben's cousin, Stephanie and her husband, Greg, and their two boys, Vince and Joaquin, all at the house on Saturday. I made the largest amount of chicken spaghetti I have ever seen in my life (over shot that a bit) and we had a great time watching some football. By the end of the evening, my feet looked liked Fred Flinstones and I ended up passing out in front of everyone in the 4th quarter of the slaughter that was the OU v. Tech game. Ruben promised me that I was not snoring and drooling, but he was probably just being nice. Sunday was spent doing as little as possible. I read most of the 4th and final book of Twilight for most of the day. I could not put that thing down!



Tomorrow, me, Kate and Rube plus 3 dogs are heading to Lubbock for Thanksgiving. We have a lot to be thankful for this year, so I am very much looking forward to the holiday. I hope you all enjoy a wonderful day with family and friends, and HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

I will leave you with a fond memory of days gone by when A&M had a football team. Gig 'Em!

"Looks Like We Made It"

Happy Anniversary, Ruben!

Sunday, November 9, 2008 was our first anniversary. For those of you that have known Ruben and I, we have quite a history. It all began at the Dixie Chicken in 1994. Ruben was in the corps and I was actually dating one of his seniors at the time, we will call him "Senior". I had asked Senior to set my friend up for a Kappa date party we had coming up, and Senior suggested Ruben. I did not know Ruben, so I suggested another guy. Ruben was told this story by Senior, and weeks later, after the party, I was strolling through the Chicken (as my friends and I did on a regular basis) and Ruben came up to me and explained how he was so very hurt that I passed him over for the other guy. He charmed me instantly that evening, and we became great friends. That friendship grew and lasted through college and beyond and eventually led to where we are today (minus only a few short detours). We truly could not be happier, and cannot believe in a few short months we will be parents together. Who says you can't meet your future husband in a bar! Emme, I do not mean you, young lady.

Election Day 2008

Today is election day. Instead of watching the returns, which cannot be good for my blood pressure, I thought I would use this time to blog. Those of you that know me know that I am not afraid to make my political views known. I could rant and rave about why I think the McCain/Palin ticket is the only choice that makes the slightest sense for America, but as I type, the votes are being cast across the country and all I can do is wait, and pray, and hope that enough Americans will realize that voting for Obama is voting for the type of change that will fundamentally alter this country and steer us in a direction away from the basic principles in which we were founded. I hope tomorrow morning I wake up to the hero, John McCain as President and the phenomenal, first women Vice President, Sarah Palin. If not, Katie bar the door. It is going to be a long 4 years.

On an unrelated note, Rube and I had a great weekend. We joined our friends, the Miners, and their two precious kids, Morgan and CJ for some trick-or-treating on Friday night. I did not have a kid to dress up this year (cannot wait until next year), so I dressed up my mini schnauzer, Sophie. The more disturbing part of this story is not that I dressed up my schnauzer like a lady bug, it is that I dressed her up and then forgot her at home. I really hope my parenting skills develop in the next 3 months or Emme is in big trouble. I took a picture of Sophie when we got home from trick-or-treating without her. You can see she was not thrilled.

The remainder of the weekend was spent running much needed errands and some much needed relaxing. We had a game watching party for the Tech v. t.u. game, and I have to admit that was one of the most exciting college football games I have ever seen. Go Raiders! I can cheer for them as long as they are not playing the Aggies.

This next weekend is our 1st anniversary. I cannot believe it has been a year since we were jetting off to Puerto Vallarta for a wonderful wedding week. It has been a blur of a year, but also one of the best years of my life. We cannot wait for what is in store for us this next year. In February 2009 we will be plus an Emme!

A Texas Legend

Saturday night I wanted to expose Emme to a true country and western legend, the one and only Willie Nelson. Along with exposing her to some great classics such as "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain", "Angels Flying Too Close the Ground" and "Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys", I also exposed her to an exteme amount of second hand smoke. Not exactly what I had in mind, but hopefully not too much damage was done. We met Bonnie and Brett (and Brett's fat lip from getting hit in the face with a bungy cord) at Pappasitos for some pre-concert nachos, and then headed to the largest honky tonk in the world, Billy Bob's Texas. If you are ever in Fort Worth, you must go to Billy Bob's. It is the only place in the world you can see indoor live bull riding, get your picture taken on a stuffed bucking bull, two-step under a glittering crystal ball shaped as a saddle, and see some of the most interesting dub-t, I mean people you will ever see gathered in one location. We also met the Bonos, the Anthonys, the Browns, the Lesters and some of the Lesters' friends from England. Culture shock anyone?

Willie put on a great show, even if he didn't make it to the stage until 10:45 (approximately an hour after I am usually in bed, so sad). I couldn't complain, however, because there were 3 other girls in our group who are more pregnant that I am. Nothing says wild night on the town like four pregnant women! All in all, we had a great night.

Rube went to the Cowboys game on Sunday, and I had a very stressful day that conisisted of getting a pedicure and reading a "how the heck do you take care of a baby" book. Back to work tomorrow. Until next time.

And it begins....

Today seemed as good a day as any to enter into the world of the blogosphere. Yes, I just typed the word blogosphere. I would likely be a candidate voted as "least likely to blog", but with our darling daughter, Mary Elia "Emme" Guerra, arriving in a few short months, and with our dearest relatives in Lubbock, San Antonio, Austin, Laredo, Houston and Memphis, Tennessee, not to mention our good friends scattered about Texas and elsewhere, I thought this would be a wonderful way to share the milestone moments that occur in that precious first year of life.

I promise to be as diligent as possible to update my post regulary, and I am sure that will not be a problem considering my mom will send me gently worded reminders. Love you Moms!

One more thing, I must give a shout out to my blogging friend Tiffany Bright. She is my blog inspiration, who suggested I start my own blog. I only hope I can acheive the success that The Bright Spot has achieved.