In Nashville loves you…
CBXB and Teddy
What’s in a zip code? Everything (especially for shallow folks like me).
Since moving to Nashville, I longed to claim residence on the posh West side. After searching for a place to call home a few years ago on a very strict budget, I fell in love with a little duplex in the highly coveted area. And the two top selling points – the fancy zip code and the fact that it was two miles away from my own personal Cheers (that delivers food to my front door, might I add) – a classy lady like yours truly has standards, you know. So in a leap of faith and in hopes with my fingers, toes and legs crossed that I could always make rent, I went for it.
Now I currently live in the 90210 of Nashville. Oh, snap!
How does one live only a few miles away from this house and keep it classy?
Well, I don’t. There’s not much class (not surprised are you?) in my neck of the ‘hood (which is more Skid Row than Beverly Hills – but I STILL HAVE THAT DAMN ZIP CODE!) Especially with the help of my neighbor.
When you pull into my drive and park your vehicle, this is the view of my neighbor’s gorgeous shed that might literally blow down if someone came by and huffed and puffed.
My neighbor can also grow mushrooms (that stand out like eye sores next to our crew a few miles over with their pristine yards) in our lawn like he’s Papa Smurf.
I tried to spruce up our joint yard by adding an outside porch wing to my mini manse. Click here to read about the building ordeal.
And after all of my efforts, this happened….
And then another storm blew through, further trashing up the joint…
And now, I’m adding to the lovely trashiness with my now ultra unfabulous umbrella.
I’ve even managed to grow mold with my green thumb on top of my snazzy shade protector.
But nothing quite tops what I came home to yesterday (on my neighbor’s side of the yard, FYI). A couch. In case you get tired while you’re driving by and want to stop, lay down and take a nap. Hell, I might even bring out a Skinny Pirate for you.
Keepin’ it classy in the 90210 of Nashville ‘hood. Someone’s gotta do it.
When living on a tight budget, it can be hard to spread the kind of gift lovin’ you wish…like on birthdays.
Often I get creative (in my mind) and hope my thoughtfulness doesn’t come across as a cheap, tacky “why in the F did you give this to me” gift.
I designed the cake below for a former boss and fabulous friend who always used to demand (I kid! I kid! But she doesn’t read this, so I can say what I want) Diet Cokes 14 times per day. Hence the choice of beverage here (of course, if I made one for myself, it would have bottles of wine on the bottom, Captain Morgan bottles in the middle, topped off with vodka – but we’re not talking about me, so I digress).
Here are the ‘ingredients’ for this cake…
1) Start with a 12 pack of the recipient’s favorite beverage (or beer/liquor if money is no object).
2) A fake silver platter (it really fancies up the look overall, yes?).
3) Packing tape, duct tape and your choice of ribbon. (You could skip the duct tape but it really takes cake decorating to a whole new level).
Start by arranging cans on the platter, secure with packing tape.
Continue tiering to desired height, making sure packing tape is all over the place (making it feel more like a gift, for sure).
This cake was going to a gal who loves black and white, hence the zebra print duct tape icing.
This was a perfect way for me to bake. No dirty dishes. No recipe ingredients or steps I couldn’t decipher. And all done in about 20 minutes.
If cake baking isn’t for you, become a jewelry designer (and if you’re lucky, an overnight sensation).
Go to your local hardware store and purchase a plant chain (for around $2) and two plastic numbers (intended for the side of a house). Small string, fishing line or wire will work to attach the number to the chain.
And voila! You’ll have one bewildered, amused (?) and possibly annoyed recipient!
And that’s how you, too, can give a tad on the trashy side gift and still buy groceries for the week (or in my case Teddy’s prescription cat food).
Two of my favorite blogging buddies – the always curious Knowledge Knut and the logically funny Adrian Charles Horan – nominated me for The Reality Blogger Award. Now some people pish posh these feel good warm fuzzies but not me, of course. I accept all praise and pats on the back with open arms (if you already didn’t notice). So thank you for thinking I’m a real deal…hell to tha yeah!
In order to properly ‘accept’ my award, I will answer the following questions that every blogger who achieves this accomplishment must do:
I’m going to go and have a Skinny Pirate in celebration.
Cheers – For Reals!