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.
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.).
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.
While arriving in the wee hours Friday morning, we needed a little pick-me-up when the moving festivities began at 8am.
All of us but one selected suitable moving shoes.
While some of us felt like Prince B mid-move, we were able to keep our emotions in check.
I was able to muster the energy it took to stand and point as the movers brought furniture in all afternoon.
During my breaks, I felt it necessary to ride horses with Princess B.
Lunch was accompanied by whiskey and ibuprofen, keeping spirits lifted.
Because whiskey is needed in Diet Coke when you get to do fun moving chores like dismantle a couch to fit through a doorway.
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.
No one was more exhausted after the day’s activities than my dogphew, Gunner who lounged under his Gigi’s feet all evening.
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.
And I got to see her little Lady E who has the biggest blue eyes you’ve ever seen.
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. Please refrain from telling Whitney Lover how amazing her hairstyle was that day – we heard about it every where we stopped.
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.
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.
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.
Princess B thought she’d give brushing my hair a whirl (and thankfully left no snarls).
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.
Who knew I was such a trendsetter for the AARP crowd?
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 🙂 !
You got that right about the twins! They are bound and determined with new experiences, as we all should be! I am such a family gal – know you are too. Which is why we’re fab friends! XO
Hahaha…………..right girl 🙂 🙂 !
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. 🙂
Broken nails be damned!
And, I think you’re onto something with the hot pink Depends…something I may need to introduce to my AARP peeps!
Clearly they would listen to you! 😉
Moving and baby-tending in one weekend–you’re braver than I am.
And way more exhausted. Still. On Wednesday! 🙂