Weekend Winks – Home for the Holidays

My God I love this bird.

My God I love this bird.

Our Nashville fun headed to Iowa this past weekend to see these two turkeys celebrate their first Thanksgiving.

B & B - my two butterballs.

B & B – my two butterballs.

I packed with great care, being sure moose mugs and moonshine made the holiday journey (God forbid we watch a football game without our precious liquor).

Perfectly packed.

Winning combination.

Upon our arrival, we quickly enjoyed the freezing weather and warm spirits.


Faux fur? Check. Cocktail? Check.

An instantly mouth-watering menu awaited my devouring, compliments of my bro-in-law (who really could have a second career as a chef).


Hit me.

Hit me.

Gobble. Gobble.

What does a gal do Thanksgiving night after endlessly stuffing her face? Fight the crowds at Target for deodorant, of course.

Well, deoderant of course!

WTF was I thinking?

My dogphew gently reminded me (the entire trip) that he needs some lovin’ after being moved down to third notch on the belt, due to the twins. How much does he love me? Enough to maul my brains out on a chair meant for one.




My constant lap dog. So tiny.

After being jam-packed full of turkey, what does one do for football Friday? SNACK!

Let's eat! Again.

Let’s eat! Again.

My Iowa Hawkeyes closed their regular football season by playing the Nebraska Cornhuskers.


This lucky sweater combined with my jazz hands mean we MUST get the win.

Our family touchdown moonshine tradition was even more fun as we gulped (and gulped and gulped) north of the Mason Dixon Line.


Bottoms up!

A win is always satisfying (especially if you’re used to the ho-hum seasons my beloved football team has been delivering the past few years) but even more satisfying?

Kicking your opponents ass when they have nothing but a Grade A dick of a head coach named Bo Pelini. A head coach who disses his team’s fans when speaking freely (a direct quote, “F you fans. F all of you”), a head coach who acted like a complete ass clown when being interviewed before half-time, a head coach who received a 15 yard penalty for “unsportsmanlike conduct” (throwing his hat at an official when he disagreed with a call) and a head coach whom I completely lost any ounce of remaining respect after his bawl baby of a press conference (where he basically taunted Nebraska to fire him) after the game.

As I was vocal (surprised? anyone?) in regard to my distaste of Pelini, my cousin, a Nebraska fan, sent me this photo of coach and said,” Give Bo a break. See, he likes cats too!”

Ass clown.

This made everything better. For me.

After eating my way through Thursday and Friday, it was time to day drink on Saturday with my college bestie who just had a baby two months ago.

Sweet Baby E

Sweet Baby E.

My sister and I were beyond impressed with our gal pal since she’d just had a baby (joining two big brothers), completed Thanksgiving AND had all of her Christmas decor out. Until we found her Halloween pile on the kitchen floor. Then we knew she was still human.

Merry Halloween!

Merry Halloween!


Day drinking at its finest.

By the time we arrived back, it was time for stories, snuggles and bed.


Gpas and aunties make the best storytellers.

And as we pulled out for our 9 hour drive home (joy. pure joy) our two little loves wondered where the crazies from the guest bedroom went.

Where has all of the compnay gone?

Where the hell did everyone go?

Hope you had a fabulous Thanksgiving weekend!

I still can’t button my skinny jeans.



45 thoughts on “Weekend Winks – Home for the Holidays

  1. Phil Lanoue says:

    You braved the Thanksgiving crowd at Target for deodorant. I did the same at Walmart for breakfast cereal. I gots to have my fiber.

  2. Your posts always make me laugh out loud. What fun you all had, and I love those darling ‘Butterballs’ and your friends cute baby. ๐Ÿ˜€

  3. Christopher S. Malone says:

    Everyone is all about the Dogphew. I’m all about the deoderant. (That sounded better in my head.)

    I’ve gotten super excited over Old Spice sales before, and I’ve almost spiked a stick due to the excitement, but luckily I hadn’t. Cannot go wrong with Target, though; crowds or no crowds, make a game of it.

  4. REDdog says:

    You’re gonna need a bigger lap for your dogphew…classic!

  5. Ms B. BAD says:

    I seriously had to re-read the word “dogphew” more than once to make sure I was reading correctly and to grasp what the word meant hahaha The pictures helped me. Sounds like you had so much fun!!

  6. Tracy says:

    OMG I love the leopard coat with the hot pink scarf. I have a leopard coat so now I need to find that scarf! Now, I am on a mission!! Merry Thanksgiving to you!!

  7. Kaufman's Kavalkade says:

    Bo and his cats both look like terds. What’s with his smile? LoL… “Derrrr… Try to smile Bo… I am damn it…”

  8. I hate Bo Pelini more than I hate Lane Kiffin, if that is possible. Such a self entitled, defiant crybaby. Are you getting the snow and freezing rain later in the week? The groceries are full, people are in freak out mode.

    • Ah, freakout! We’re slated to get some on Thursday but it’s going to be in the 60s tomorrow and Wednesday. Weird TN weather!

      And as for Bo. Bo, Bo, Bo. I couldn’t agree with your statement more. I just can’t get over how someone with an attitude like that can guide young men on the field. I’m SO GLAD he’s not affiliated with my school!

  9. markbialczak says:

    What I love about this post: Dogphew. A new canine term of family endearment, courtesy of CBXB. Your willingness to keep your feelings about Bo Pellini all bottled up inside of you. The picture of you and the Hawkeye bird, both ready to conquer. Jazz hands. I guess I pretty much loved the whole dang thing. Welcome home.

    • Ha! Thanks Mark! I know how subtle I can come across and just really wanted to “let it all hang out” this one time. ๐Ÿ™‚ Good to be back home after the monster of a drive yesterday. Hope you’re week is off to a fab start!

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