All kinds of Nashville party shenanigans were had this past weekend for Teddy and me.
We had a wild Friday evening sorting through my bins of winter threads.
Speaking of wardrobe, my little niece and nephew love going naked as they proved with a pic on Saturday am.
Saturday game day party ingredients were prepped for our Iowa Hawkeyes 11am (ugh…too early!) kick-off. I worked my ass off setting liquor bottles on the kitchen counter. Exhausting.
As soon as the first play was underway, Ted assumed his fave football position on his Gma’s lap.
Of course, his beauty sleep was interrupted by our moonshine shot tradition that we guzzle after every touchdown.
Our halftime show featured a celebration of my dad’s birthday complete with a whopper pie (made by yours truly) and gifts.
The sign I gifted my dad reads:
“Dad, no matter where I go in life, who I get married to, how much time I spend with guys, how much I love my boyfriend, you’ll always be my number one man.” And the last line should have included – don’t tell Mr. Bear.
Of course, Teddy had something to say about this revelation and gave my dad a stern talking to on the porch.
After all was settled, TB sauntered into his Juicy Couture Pussy Palace to ignore all of the birthday and football celebrations taking place.
We carried on to our 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th moonshine shots…
Which of course led to Dance Party USA – then turned into a victory celebration as our Hawks won the game.
I drug Ted out of his Pussy Palace to see if he felt like a whirl and twirl.
After almost losing an eye to a claw, my dad and I ran to the liquor store in order to prep for the Tennessee Titans game on Sunday (you like how we have our priorities straight, don’t you?).
Sunday greeted us with a gorgeous day for football – sunny, cloudless and 60 degrees.
As the players were suiting up in their uniforms, I was putting the final touches in my Sunday attire.
After our photo shoot, I headed to tend bar in the bathroom.
And as the Titans continued to suck it up the entire afternoon, my dad and I turned into comedians while we were people watching. Our most clever observation was spying the oldest jersey in our section, being that Pac Man Jones hasn’t been with the Titans since 2006.
The Titans may have lost to the worst team in our division BUT my dad and I gained hats. Oh so many free hats we collected as other fans ran out of the stadium with their heads hung in shame.
And we refused to leave until the end of the game – which was perfect as the Titans scored another touch down and we were able to finish the last little bit of tequila we had with us.
The highlight of game day was the halftime event, which honored local veterans and active duty members of the military. Lee Greenwood sang “God Bless the USA,” the crowd witnessed a re-enlistment ceremony for 50 members of the Army stationed at Fort Campbell and the color guards from the five branches of the military were on the field.
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Love Mr Ted’s eyes when you pick him up!
(and definitely watch your eyes!)
Does he like his private (yet violated)palace? Need to increase the armed guards! Keep your claws sharp troops!
I am still confused on 11am being early…aren’t you still awake from the night before? (that is my old attitude, I cannot do it any more)
Well, an 11am kick off means that I have to get up extra early on a Saturday to exercise and then prep for the ‘tailgate’ we have. I like to lay in bed ’til about 10am (because I must have been a vampire in a past life and love staying up all hours of the night) and then workout before a 2:30 kick off game…oh the things I do for my Hawkeyes! 🙂
Teddy loves his private, violated palace. I have to coax him out at night to go to bed!
LOL! It’s great that you’re so close to your dad. Tell the pussy it’s not nice to hit a girl (especially when she feeds him). You’re always a riot, my friend. Always.
Ha! I love the message you’re sending to my pussy and I will be happy to pass it along to him this evening!
Happy belated birthday to Dad :). You both know how to party like rock stars.
Now you all know where I get it!
That last pic is so wonderful to see. A very moving tribute to brave men. Your dad looks like a lot of fun. 🙂
It was truly moving seeing the veterans throughout the stadium, on the field and messages from soldiers to their Tennessee families on the big screen. A very cool salute.
And my dad is all kinds of fun, which is why we hang together so often! 🙂
Fab idea for the troops! Thanks. xoxo
I thought it was pretty cool, too!
Ahaha wish I looked that cute naked. That cracked me up. xD There should be an inflatable poofy michelin-mode built in for every human.
I couldn’t agree more. Maybe we should invent this inflatable poofy mode and become gazillionaires. Sound like a plan?
A big happy birthday to your dad, and yes, you’re right, alcohol kills germs (and I have a lot of germs in my mouth:))
HA! Thanks for the germ reinforcement! Thanks for the birthday wishes – he had a big weekend of fun!
Ears back, claws out, that never ends well. He looks so mad.
I am going to pay with my life one of these days, as Ted’s claws ‘accidentally’ hit a major artery after all of the shenanigans I put him through…!
I thought that was your dad on twitter.
(Boy am I glad I behave myself.)
He is. And he can handle it, as I’m his daughter and can tend to lean toward the side of inappropriate often!
I’m risque but no offensively rude I hope.
But scardey of men that are bigger than my son.
Survival insticts! 😉
Ha! Well if you can’t tell, my dad is a big teddy bear (and my cat Bear has the attitude that my 6’4″ dad should have). You’re mot offensively rude in any stretch, so keep on keepin’ on!
I thought so from your writing.
It was pretty funny when you called him pussy, but that actually made me wonder if it was your Dad or just a remarkable lookalike, haha.
I erred on the side of caution and didn’t put underwear on your head in the Route 66 .png.
Poor Stevie Boylan and his dignity! 😉
Ha! Underwear on my head is acceptable. PoorStevie Boylan’s dignity might be in shambles BUT it’s so funny!
It’s hard to come up with a plausible #Toastersodesdarkside with underwear on your head.
Maybe you can borrow Conrad’s g-string to sneeze on or something.
No telling what else might come up though.
I gain inspiration from regular conversation. So anythings possible, I suppose. haha.
I love it!
The next ones gonna be The Lion Sleeps tonight I decided while napping… err workng from home!
Wait! That’s not what I meant! I wanted to comment on both aspects of your post but didn’t mean they were connected! oh lord! I’m sorry
LMFAO! I didn’t think anything at all of your first comment but now…I’m dying! Thanks for the fabulous laugh! 🙂