Weekend Winks – Auntie Style

An unexpected trip to Iowa made for a whirlwind weekend for this Nashville gal, as among other things my sister and her family were in the middle of a move.

Fun aunts are amazing

Totally hands on during the move.

My bro-in-law saw that Anderson Erickson (the best damn dairy company on the planet) took notice of my Iowa appearance and put the most delish chip dip in the world on sale (I can typically eat a carton and a bag of Lay’s potato chips in one sitting. Don’t judge.).

Dip baby, dip.

Dip baby, dip.

The best thing about traveling to Iowa is seeing my twin niece and nephew, who are obvious geniuses as they have now mastered one steep step.

Step mastered.

Little Einsteins.

While arriving in the wee hours Friday morning, we needed a little pick-me-up when the moving festivities began at 8am.

Moonshine for the move.

Who needs mimosas when you have moonshine?

All of us but one selected suitable moving shoes.

Appropriate moving heels. Cinderella style

Anything more appropriate than Cinderella glass heels on moving day?

While some of us felt like Prince B mid-move, we were able to keep our emotions in check.

Not excited.

My condolences on the changing of your diaper.

I was able to muster the energy it took to stand and point as the movers brought furniture in all afternoon.

Traffic cop.

Traffic cop.

During my breaks, I felt it necessary to ride horses with Princess B.

Ridin' ponies.

She’s wondering what the hell I’m doing on her brother’s pony.

Lunch was accompanied by whiskey and ibuprofen, keeping spirits lifted.

Lunch break.

I should pack this in my lunch every day.

Because whiskey is needed in Diet Coke when you get to do fun moving chores like dismantle a couch to fit through a doorway.

Fun times.

Of course, I stood and ordered rather than get my hands dirty.

After feeling like my index fingers were about to fall off, the move was complete and I couldn’t decide which one of the moving men I liked better.

Watching is exhausting.

Professional, polite, fun and hard-working – call this company if you find yourself in the depths of moving hell.

No one was more exhausted after the day’s activities than my dogphew, Gunner who lounged under his Gigi’s feet all evening.


Barking is hard work.

Another perk about Iowa is getting to see my college bestie, Whitney Lover (as she has the oldest and most worn Whitney Houston t-shirt that once was white but now appears to be a stained yellow) when she has time to slide me into her hectic schedule filled with three kids’ activies.

Everyone knows of her love for WL and she was gifted with a matching onesie for her daughter.

Much to her daughter’s dismay, she received a matching Whitney Houston onesie.


We know, we know. Best photo ever.

And I got to see her little Lady E who has the biggest blue eyes you’ve ever seen.

Lady E.

Lady E with Auntie CBXB.

While Whitney Lover and I were at the bar, we noticed that a 70-year-old was trying to remain hip and cool (or copying my style completely) as she had the exact same hue of pink under her grayish white hair.Β  Please refrain from telling Whitney Lover how amazing her hairstyle was that day – we heard about it every where we stopped.

Pink Lady.

WL and I agreed that it’d be best if I just ended it all now.

In between meeting WL’s neighbors and kids, we headed to her house after a few cocktails. I had arrived late, so the entire neighborhood was about 14 drinks ahead of yours truly which made getting out of a seat belt extremely difficult for one Neighbor.

How many clicks to get out of a seat belt?

How many clicks does it take to get out of a safety harness?


WL wouldn’t know as she was busy texting.

And with not one ounce of ease and after 12 minutes, we were able to slide Neighbor out of the seat belt and secure her feet firmly to the ground.

Mission accomplished

Mission accomplished.

The next morning it was time to say goodbye to my fave bebes, so I read to Prince B one last time as he sat on his throne.


His Royal Highness loves his caterpillar book.

Princess B thought she’d give brushing my hair a whirl (and thankfully left no snarls).

Hair brushing

Brushing at its best.

On the way back to Nashville, we stopped at a gas station where my thoughts of inspiring hair color for seniors around the Midwest were solidified, as I saw an 85-year-old with pink in her pixie cut.

Kill. Me. Now.

Kill. Me. Now.

Who knew I was such a trendsetter for the AARP crowd?

Lucky me.




35 thoughts on “Weekend Winks – Auntie Style

  1. Kavalkade Krew says:

    Clearly you are diversifying your fanbase, conquering the AARP and movers.

    I think it’s a plus! Broad appeal and all that.

  2. “I can typically eat a carton and a bag of Lay’s potato chips in one sitting” – you and me both sister!

    At least you’re the wild and crazy sexy aunt!

  3. Phil Lanoue says:

    I think that is the most professional job of pointing (and of course supervising) I have ever seen. You my darling have a gift!
    Whiskey and Ibuprofen?! Very familiar. Have you been watching my kitchen/bathroom/bedroom/back porch web cam(s) again?

    • I just can’t help myself when it comes to spying on you. So much to learn from a whiskey master!
      Thank you for recognizing the professionalism of standing and pointing (and bossing). It was daunting but I somehow mustered my way through (with whiskey).

  4. JMC813 says:

    I just got done moving a month and a half ago!!! Where were you. I coulda used a good pointer. I woulda supplied the skinny pirates and chips and dip. We would each need our own container of dip and bag of lays though. I too, can put it away with the best of em.

  5. OMG the picture of your nieces trying to step down, adorable. Gosh we really do take a lot for granted. Anyway, congrats niece and nephew :).

  6. We’ll have to swap some dairy. You have your Anderson Erickson. We have our Byrne Dairy — Best. Chocolate. Milk. Ever.

    • Shut up! OK, when we meet in real life one day, you’re bringing the chocolate milk and I’m bringing the dip and cottage cheese. And the booze. I’ll bring booze.

      • Sounds like a plan to me. I’m going to have to pass on the cottage cheese, but I’ll dive into dip any day.

        We have a couple distilleries up here that give some of the big names a run for their money. Some booze will be brought in my bag. I’ll have to share a little bit of Upstate New York with you.

      • Sounds like the best deal ever!

        And more cottage cheese for me. I’ll be sure we each have our own containers of dip. Because once you start, you can’t stop. I swear.

  7. Chip says:

    Bestester dip ever is the bacon and cheddar sour cream. FYI

  8. Ms B. BAD says:

    I want to try that dip! They don’t sell it out here!!

  9. kellisamson says:

    What a pretty house! And how nice of you to help with the move. Brownie points!

  10. I was going to ask you to come and direct my house move, but after reading this, I changed my mind. I don’t think I could afford the bottles of whiskey, or the chips and dips. Congrats to the twins on their high stepping achievement. πŸ™‚ I want those Cinderella shoes and some pink hair.

  11. Moving and baby-tending in one weekend–you’re braver than I am.

  12. Holy Hot Pink Depends! I cannot believe the hair-copying-impersonators who don’t even have to pay for coffee refills!
    Otherwise looks like a stellar weekend, with nary a broken nail – insert obvious PHEW here. πŸ™‚

  13. SerachShiro says:

    Great weekend you had and I love how you are just a family lady just like me and seeing old friends is always joyful ! The twin is so cute and you can see that they are already know what they want in this not always easy but beautiful and wonderful life πŸ™‚ !

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