Time To Get A Gun

January 19th was William's birthday. He turned the big 27. That is three years from 30. Wow old man. Because it was his birthday and the numbers are getting rather large we celebrated. And in full tradition it truly was his "birthday week." I wish I had a "birthday week."1st, as we always do, we celebrated with Winterfest and the teens. It actually was not half bad this year. Then on Tuesday his dad came in and we went to Reata (only the best restaurant known to man) and to the Fort Worth Stockshow. We saw an excellent rodeo and because I was with Will, saw a few people he knew... and one I knew. Glad I put makeup on for that one. On Wednesday we had to go to church, cause that's Will's job and all. But he got a great surprise. A CAKE!

Sweet Jaley had a birthday on that Friday so she got to help Will blow out his 27 candles.

On Thursday we went on Will's birthday date to Blue Mesa. Excellent. And on Friday we had a day off. We were very tired from all of our celebrations.  

Saturday... let me just start at the beginning to get the full effect of Saturday's events. Because if you know us, nothing can go on without a hitch. A few weeks ago I began being very sneaky sneaky and planning a surprise party for the hubs. As long as we have been together he has never really had a "party" so I figure now would be as good of time as any to spend the day with his buddies he has made in the DFW metroplex. So I awkwardly asked multiple people to be my facebook friend and sent out this long facebook message about BBQ and Whirlyball.  Everyone got super excited....ok Carson and I got excited. No one else replied. I was a big girl and called Whirlyball to make a reservation for our group. Whirlyball is a very popular thing to do on a Saturday. So plan B. I google, I research, I call and nothing is happening. We resort to plan B. Just BBQ and fellowship. The Sunday before our good friend Jace spoiled the secret by catching Will in the hall and taunting, "I know something you don't know." The next day the bestie Christin texts me and says, "How are the birthday plans going?" Guess who was holding my phone at the exact moment the text came through...yes William Morris. So he now knew something was up. But I played it off real good..... I think. Saturday morning he gets up and exclaims..."Let's go skeet shooting!"  Uh what? The next thing I knew I had eaten a MacDonald's breakfast and was dressed in a bass pro shops hat and a frumpy jacket....just like a hunter. Julia Roberts has turned into Miranda Lambert. We got in the truck...cause you can't take a normal car to the gun range and drove to the hometown of "My Big Fat Redneck Wedding", Kennedale, Tx. Which is unfortunately not that far from where we currently live. We get to our stand or whatever you call the shooter thing on the table and start "pulling" these clay skeet things. I completely embarrass myself on my first round. Imagine me...in jeans, ugg boots, a scarf and a jacket...with an oversized gun trying to point it at a three inch disc flying a million miles per hour across a field. Think elephant trying to do ballet. After a quick tutorial I shot three clays in the air and broke one in my hand for a total of 4! My dad was proud. 

This is the gun I learned to load. And the bullet....excuse me... "shell."

Look at that birthday boy

Will wants me to buy me a gun...cause I'm a midget and can't properly hold his. I'm thinking something like this... 

When we left Redneckville we came home and I did a little errand. Then we went to work out. Yeah....work out. While I'm passing the time on one of the awkward running machines that reminds me to the 1990's gazelle I was sweating beads because I needed to find a way to get Will all the way to Pappa Brothers BBQ in Dallas. Let's not kid people, like I was sweating beads from my work out. I tossed ideas such as a movie at the grand (its closed if anyone was going to go see a movie there) or mom and dad wanted to make up for the fact they forgot his birthday and take him out for bbq to I'd just put him in the car and drive him there. I settled on a movie and dinner. It worked. With yet another snag. Christin got sick and she was supposed to bring the cake. But have no fear, Karen and Grady were at the rescue and dropped of the cake. Just in time for us to get there and see Grady pull around the parking lot. The conversation went like this....

"What is Grady doing at Pappa Brothers?"

"Oh I don't know maybe he just likes BBQ."

"Why are the Mittigs here...and the Hockadays?"

"I don't know Will, maybe they just like BBQ"

And the surprise was pulled off! We had a great time. Thanks to all the friends and family that came out to celebrate. And sorry for the stomach virus that hit 50% of you afterwards. 

But his birthday is not over yet! Christin dropped this by yesterday for him. I think it deserves a place on the mantel.

Our Family Forever and Always.