Miami Moments

Coming down off of my Miami high proves to be difficult as the ‘winter’ weather (people here act like 40 degrees is sub-zero) rages on in Nashville.

I saw this sign in Juicy Couture at the Aventura Mall (LOVE this place) and wished I could rip it off the wall but my purse wasn’t big enough to stash it in.

I need this for my mini manse.

I NEED this for my mini manse.

While on a stroll around a neighborhood, I saw the house (or the roof really) Ricky Martin just sold.

Here's what shaking your hips will get you in Miami.

Here’s what shaking your hips will get you in Miami.

Beautiful bodies were all around in the Miami heat.

The view from my beach chair was amazing!

The view from my beach chair was amazing!

Drooling is always a must while browsing the posh stores nowhere near Nashville.



On the flight home, the couple in the seat in front of me had on matching hats.ย  They had to lift their front brims every time they smooched (once every three minutes).ย  While some may think this situation was adorable, I wanted to tell them to take it to the plane’s bathroom.


Teddy and I need matching head accessories now.

While collecting my luggage, I caught a glimpse of what looked like the mother of all strollers.


Fancy wheels.

Turns out, it was a stroller – for three dogs. And, I thought I was a crazy lady (although I’m pretty sure Ted needs a stroller to accompany me everywhere now).

A fluffy crowd indeed.

A fluffy crowd indeed.

The sight of the little fur balls made me miss my own all the more. Here’s the glimpse of the view I caught while walking up my front steps.

Tail Whip

Tail whip.

And the warm welcome I received from TB.

Where the hell have you been?

Where the hell have you been?

While he’s all sweetness now, he will be hell on wheels in the very near future, punishing me for being gone consecutive days (although he was spoiled rotten at his grandparent’s house – so don’t fall for that pitiful face).

A much needed Skinny Pirate also welcomed me home.

Much needed SP from my beloved Dalts.

Showing me the love.

After a couple SPs, I got a good night’s sleep with my clingy cat (which of course we all know I love and adore the attention).

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Teddy, acting like we’ve been apart for three years.

And finally, I received this photo from my mini me’s mom. I thought I might burst from laughing so hard when I read the explanation that accompanied the image:

“A puppet of you. Complete with pink highlights and red lipstick – plus giant hoop earrings on the side. Made on the airplane. Creative use of barf bag.”

Never so flattered.

Never so flattered.

You know you’re somebodyย when your image ends up on a barf bag.


22 thoughts on “Miami Moments

  1. breezyk says:

    Ah so this is the skinny pirate!! Also, love your pink tree!

  2. kellisamson says:

    Love the puppet! You have a fan club president, I think!

  3. elkeeb says:

    Those prada shoes are amazing!

  4. Awww you guys are super cute! Teddy should deff have a stroller! =^.^=

  5. John says:

    What sweet pics of you and Teddy! You could kick some serious butt in those shoes with the spikes, and that dude in the first pic, sexy baby!! So hot. Looks kinda like me, but he’s bigger. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Glad your trip was fun ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. Teddy is so adorable! I like your glasses & they look good on you too. You may not need the retro ones.

  7. Please tell me you got the shoes!!!

  8. NancyBrown says:

    Can’t wait to see that stroller at the state fair!!!!

    Hey, 40 degrees is a heat wave!

    • Oh I know. I am just wearing a sweater with a scarf in the mornings. It’s truly a funny sight to see people bundled up like we live in Antarctica! And Teddy has always wanted to see the Iowa State Fair, therefore the stroller will come in most handy!

  9. longtooth77 says:

    Is the tree still up? ๐Ÿ™‚ And yes, Ted needs a stroller and you both need matching head gear ๐Ÿ™‚

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