Whim Wham Weekend #20

{best friends since 1994}

Highlights

*Convincing the stud hubs to start his Thanksgiving vacation early, on Wednesday.
(it was either 8 hrs. of civil engineering or 8 more hrs. with this smokin' hot bod right here. tough choice)

*Long life conversations/shopping with my best (and bumptastic) friend, Em.

*Giving thanks* all day long with family! Brunch at 10AM, Feast at 3PM, Dessert at 5PM, 2nd Feast at 9PM + leftovers. *thanks to Baby Bean for staying put. I feel adequately prepared for some labor and delivery now.

*Days filled with mulled cider and peppermint mochas.

*Trader Joe's Gingerbread Men cookies and pumpkin spice cupcakes with cream cheese frosting.

*{Hotlips Pizza} their fruit soda is amazeballs.

*College football, good friends, homemade spicy curry, and Christmas movies.

*Rainy afternoon drinking coffee and playing cribbage with Daniel.


Hope your weekend was full of warmth and bubbly love moments!
Did anyone happen to invent time travel, per chance?
I would greatly appreciate a ride back through the past 5 days, if at all possible.

it was that good.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Gobble Gobble

No words.
Just take it all in.


Happy Thanksgiving!


xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Giveaway: Shabby Apple

{Bacciami!}

See that feisty striped number up there?
Could totally be hanging in your closet and ready to wear for the holiday season.
Free of charge.
No strings attached.
Out of the kindness of my heart*

*bonbon-ese translation: the kindness of the hearts over at Shabby Apple,
{www.shabbyapple.com}
with their gorgeous online boutique of women's dresses and so much more.

You know 'em.
You love 'em.
Let's do this thing!


How to Enter

*Must be a follower of The Whim Wham Life
*Must "like" Shabby Apple's facebook page {here}
*Must enjoy winning things and twirling in front of the Colosseum


{Winner will be contacted Friday November, 25th}

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Whim Wham Weekend #19

{just me. saying hello}

Really though.
I'm saying hi. and that's that.
This post is written out of guilty feelings with a side of blog abandonment issues.

And to confirm that I am still uberrrrr-pregnant.
I've spent the past three days relishing,
utterly relishing
in all things lazy. gluttonous. slothful.

You know the futuristic space world in Wall-E?
Everyone's hovering around, drinking slurpees, losing all their muscles...

{treats and snoozin. snoozin and treats}

ding ding ding.
that was my weekend.

it was perfection.


Come back tomorrow for a giveaway!
a.k.a I solemnly vow my return to being productive/contributing to society

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Dancing Barefoot in a Barn...checkmark

Weddings.

I love 'em.
From the processional to the send-off, and everything in between.
I'm just a true romantic at heart.
{The potential free buffet doesn't hurt either}


Of couse, a certain Summer day in Oregon full of love and bbq chicken always pops into my head.


Oh. What's that?
You don't know what happened on August 21st?
It was kind of a big deal.
The stuff of legends, really.

Check it out {here}

Thanks to the sweet Joelle for letting me reminisce on her blog today!
And entrusting me to give some advice.
That's always a dangerous thing.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Snuggle Bug

{via}

i.can.hardly.wait.to.cuddle.my.bebe.

honestly though...

the whole "new life entering into this world" thing would be ideal after Thanksgiving.
Maybe even after day 2 or 3 of re-heating turkey leftovers.
I ask you, what good is a year without the traditional gravy-induced food coma?

{those would be my true priorities speaking. yikes}

Then I flip through {this} magazine,
and all thoughts of green bean casserole and pumpkin pie fly right out the door.

Yes.
I just typed that sentence with my own two hands.


xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Operation Surprise Party

I'm exhausted.

Exhausted from planning a surprise 25th birthday party for Daniel.

Exhausted from making cupcakes, ice cream cake, pulled pork, sweet potato fries, macaroni/cheese, baked beans, etc. etc.

{Mainly} exhausted from keeping it all a secret for over a month.

And lying up a storm the past seven days.

"What'd you guys do today?" ..."uhhh, baking day...all day with Rachael."

"Did you bring any of it home?" ..."ummm, it's all for Thanksgiving. and Christmas."

"What's all that meat for?"... "uhhh, it was on sale, and I'm gonna cook it and freeze it and...and then we'll eat it. All 12 lbs. of it. Yeah."

"What movie do you want to watch?" ..."what is this, 20 questions?!" Leave me be man!"

Edginess and paranoia were beginning to set in.

I feel so free now, (I've heard the truth will do that for you and whatnot).

Thankfully, NFL Red Zone and a pizza kept the stud hubs busy for most of Sunday, as everything was being set up over at my parents' house.

He had no clue.

And he was so spoiled and loved on.

Nothing else makes my heart happier.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Hooray for the USA

I love America. Even with all of her quirks and faults. We are blessed.

Special thanks today to everyone who has served this country and sacrificed to preserve our freedom here on earth.

Especially my sweet southern Grandpa.
A former fighter pilot in the Navy.
He was pretty hot stuff.
And he still enjoys a good roller coaster at age 75.
{the g-forces reminds him of his days flying high in the big clear sky}


Lots of Red, White, and Blue love to you!

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Rock On

{via}

We're slowly beginning to get things ready for Baby Bean's arrival. Things like, packing the hospital bag, washing and folding a thousand teeny tiny socks... and practicing our hypnobirthing techniques.

I've been all natural-crunchy-granola-Ina Gaskin-rainbows-and unicorns-minded this entire pregnancy.
But I can't wrap my mind around some of the recommended birth music. Meaning, we just end up laughing. Real mature.

Anything with 80s synth, a sitar, wind flute, and humpback whale noises though...
reminds me of the good ol' college days, in {Mr. Looking Wolf's} class,
{Obviously, I was a student who formulated an intense credit course, to push myself. heh}

I just can't.even.go.there.

So, we've introduced, The Album Leaf, Damien Rice, Travis, Jamie Cullum, Amos Lee, Kye Kye, etc. into the music mix.

Maybe a little Explosions in the Sky too?

Except the word "explosion" doesn't really mesh well with the whole peaceful, relaxing vibe we're aiming for.

Darn.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Shake Your Bon Bon

{this post is rated PG. I think}

While I was at Walmart, picking up some photos, I had an epiphany.
It was twofold.

1). Walmart in the Pacific Northwest is deeeeepressing. Whenever my southern belle cousin Sara visits (from Arkansas), she can't believe how sad they are.

2). I normally would order my prints from Walgreens.


But. I had "THE" pictures developed there.

"THE" pictures were part of a wedding gift to Daniel, from me.
Me ala boudoir photo shoot. ooo-la-la.
And in a time crunch, I sent them to Walgreens. 1-hour pick-up. good idea.
About 2 minutes after I clicked "order," I realized...no. bad idea.
Cute, little, ol' twinkly-eyed grandpas work at Walgreens.
As do pimply-faced hormone filled teenage boys.
Neither of which I would want to face after being "hot off the presses."

Basically. I wimped out.
I sent a friend inside to pick them up.
And I have yet to brave the use of their print services since then.



Thanks for that life reminder, Walmart.
I am forever enslaved to your dreary photo processing center.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

Full-Term

{big bun in the oven}

I've hit that magical number in pregnancy world. 37. weeks.

deep breath in. deep breath out.

That's me envisioning my happy place.
I'm hoping a mixture of my happy place, high pain tolerance, humor, and stubbornness will ease me through labor.

And of course, having the stud hubs right by my side.
With promises of bacon cheeseburgers, fries, milkshakes, and {Local Boys} as my push present.

Seriously.
Instead of shouting, "You're doing great!" Daniel has been instructed to say things such as, "Do it for the shoyu chicken with an extra side of macaroni!" or "5 more pushes, and then you can order your #5!"

We're gonna make an awesome team.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

It's a Hoppipolla Day

How do I begin my version of a perfect November morning?
With leg warmers, messy hair, journaling, a spiced cider candle, and making up my own words while humming along with Sigur Rós, of course.

Sigur Rós= a dreamy musical version of an Ikea catalogue. pretty much.

Also, a vanilla latte and some hardcore button-sewing shall soon commence.

Makes me feel all Project Runway-ish.

le sigh.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}

36 Weeks: Let's Hear it for the Bean

{80s bebes}


Dear Baby Bean,
You tiny Ukrainian/Korean/German bundle of joy you.
Perhaps not so tiny anymore, (thanks to the European parts of you), but a bundle of joy nonetheless.
We are getting excited to meet you face to face. A nervous excited. Heavy on the excited part, don't worry.

Even with all of the unknowns...

{What will your name be?}
{Will you have your Daddy's ears? totally fine if you do.}
{Are you going to be grumpy after a nap, just like your Mama?}

...we do know one thing for sure.

Baby, we are in love with you.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}