So many birthdays!!

I've been gone a while. My apologies; I blame it on school, which has been going just dandy, by the way. Well, with the exception of one bloody accident, but I'll mention that in a little bit. 
On to the birthdays!

Isha is the sweetest little thing ever!
She wanted to wear the dress & coat we bought her  as her bday outfit 

Last week was little Isha's 5th birthday and this past Saturday her parents threw her a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese's ("Where a kid can be a kid!"). It was super fun, my favorite part being when she grabbed my hand and wanted me to play some games with her. We were skee-ball champs!

After eating pizza and playing games with the kiddies for a few hours, we headed to our next birthday party. Our cousins (mine by marriage) had a combined celebration going on since their birthdays are so close. Happy Birthday, Coral & Arthur!! Having more people to call "my family" is one of my favorite things about marriage. I love the Buckel familia. 

Here's the quirky, almost clown-ish, little number I wore that day. I decided to combine some of my favorite things: stripes, polka dots, bows, and hearts. I thought I might've looked silly, but the get-up garnered many a' compliments from randos. Sweet! Turns out my inner Steve Urkel was pretty happenin'.  

And of course, since I got me an iPhone that day...instagram:

Shirt/suspenders/: Urban Outfitters

Jeggings: American Eagle

Bow: it came with a tunic

Candy Dipped brogues: ModCloth

Monday was one of my best friend's daughter Ava's 2nd birthday! I was there for her birth and wish I could have been there for this sweet occasion. I hope your birthday was every 2 year old's dream, Ava! 

Steph, me & a newborn Ava: Vegas -- Feb 2010

Tuesday was my best friend Michelle's 28th birthday! I love her to death. She was the first person I called a best friend when I joined the military in 2002. I don't know what I would have done without her friendship so many times. Michelle, warm 28 up for me, I'll be there in two weeks (yikes!), and I'm with you in spirit when you celebrate this weekend. 

P.s. You're aging like a fine wine. 

Michelle & I: Oklahoma City -- circa 2005
I miss these days.

And today is my brother Danny's 27th birthday!!!! He and I stay the same age every year for 2 weeks and 1 day, so it's always pretty frightening when he gets to share my current number; it just means I'll be retiring it before I can even blink and exchanging it for one bigger. I love you, Danny, you're the most amazing guy and an even better brother. I pray that your day is absolutely wonderful. 

home for Christmas: Texas 2011

Before I end this post, I want to tell y'all a story. One that the more I tell keeps sounding further from the truth. But I assure you, this really happened! 

So, on Tuesday as I was about to head to my 8:30 am class (mind you, it was the 2nd day of school), I crept into our bedroom to give Mikey a kiss goodbye without waking him up. I leaned in above his head and accidentally kicked the golf club that is kept near our bed; well, the golf club clanked our metal bed frame and at that same time the construction workers right outside our bedroom started their daily sidewalk jackhammering thing. What happened next? Between the loud clank of the golf club and the perfectly timed drilling into concrete, Mikey jolted up in a panic...his dome went right into my chin, and my top teeth cut into my bottom lip. As if it wasn't big enough already! Nope, now we add a blood clot and swelling/throbbing. It hurt! I knew it was an accident (and he felt SO bad), but my first reaction was to smack him and storm out the house. Slamming the door behind me, of course. (I'm a bit of a drama queen sometimes.) I was so embarrassed to be introducing myself to new professors and students while looking like Tina Turner during her Ike days. (I love you, Tina!) So before anyone even had the chance to see my lip and be like, "Uhh...we can get you some help", I told them what 'really' happened, assuring everyone that my husband definitely does not beat me. I told Mikey that I did that, but he thinks I pretty much just told everyone that I do make excuses for my 'abusive husband'. Haha Oh well, whatever. I thought it was such a funny, freak accident kind of story, so I wanted to share it with y'all. My lip is healing well, LOL, just some under the skin, dried up black blood. Pink lipstick is not covering it up at all. What have we learned from this? Either A) not worth the risk of kissing your hubby goodbye while he sleeps or B) shout "HEY!" to startle him awake and then go in for the kiss. hehehe :)

Sweet dreams, friends. I hope y'alls week is going super duper!

Love,

Roni