Staircase to Heaven

Dear Santa,

Looking for any last minute Christmas gift ideas for me?

Here’s a thought  – a sparkling diamond staircase.

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My fabulous friend Amanda from Celiac and Allergy Adventures spotted this on Pinterest and thought I might want to add it to my Christmas Lust List.  I think she might know me a little better than you – unless this was already locked and loaded in the sleigh.

C’mon Santa!

I’ve been extremely well behaved this year. And it would actually be like two gifts wrapped up into one because Teddy might just DIE from delight every time he prances up and down the staircase (with me right behind him in my sequin robe, feather slippers and Skinny Pirate in hand).

Please have the elves install it quietly on Christmas Eve. Ted and I need our beauty sleep.

I’ll leave an extra tall glass of Captain out for you this year.

Love,

CBXB

Just One of the Guys

I’m never accused of being sensitive.  You can tease the bejesus out of me and not only will all of my feathers remain unruffled, I’ll be dishing it right back at you.

My sister and I were the only two girls out of 11 cousins on one side of the family and we encountered relentless teasing, rough housing and endless boys against girls games (is nine against two ever fair? And furthermore, we could NEVER make good machine gun sounds. This is a trait that males are born with. Seriously.).  I learned very early on how to stand my ground, play hard and tried not to cry (or “the boys will know it’s getting to you and that’s what they want,” true words of wisdom from Mom).

So if I had to play G.I. Joe with my boy cousins, you bet your ass they played Barbie when visiting my house. Being oh-so-sweet (and such a little shit), I even gifted my cousin D a Ken doll one year at Christmas (his best received present ever).  And of course, I wanted to do anything and everything my cousins did. I was a little bedazzled dude with attitude (which has bled into my adulthood).

You can imagine my dismay one Christmas when all of my cousins got football helmets of their favorite teams. I jealously scowled on as they posed for a picture (how could a photo be snapped without my presence?! I wanted – rather needed a helmet! How dare Santa leave me out!).

But what happened next was a true Christmas miracle.  My cousin D didn’t like his helmet (and became an actual bawl baby) because it was too tight on his head.

Tears of tightness

Tears of tightness

Oh the horrors for him but sheer holiday delight for yours truly. All too happy to take a helmet from a hysterical, big headed boy.

I can do anything you an do better....

Dry eyed and helmet headed. Eat your crying heart out, boys.

Who needs Barbie when I look so good in a football helmet – feathers intact?

CBXB

CBXB!

Weekend Winks

A beautiful sunny and 70 degree Nashville weekend to enjoy….

Introducing sweet Miss M to Dalts. A beer and a baby do go hand in hand, don't they?

As I sipped on my Skinny Pirates, I introduced sweet Miss M to my personal Cheers – Dalts Grill. A beer and a baby go hand in hand, don’t they?

Little glitter under the tree...

A few PCGs (Pre Christmas Gifts) glitter wrapped and under the tree.

Received my cyber Monday goodies from My T Bad with a hand written note.

Received my oh-so-fabulous cyber Monday goodies from MyTee Bad with a hand written note enclosed. This site, along with the accompanying blog Style Me B.A.D. rocks!

I found out that if you don't have wood for the fire, you can just rake some off the tree out back.

I found out that if you don’t have wood for a fire, you can just rake some off the tree out back.

I also learned that you must make a wood tee pee for the fire to breathe best.

I also learned that you must make a wood tee pee for a fire to breathe best. Duh.

Teddy wanted to go on a drive Saturday afternoon...

Teddy wanted to go on a drive Saturday afternoon…

And promptly tried to take over the wheel.

And promptly tried to take over the wheel.

Which drove me to drink one too many Skinny Skulls.

Which drove me to drink one too many Skinny Skulls.

Upon driving his mother to drink, we were toast by the end of the weekend. Yes, I woke with a bad kink in my neck.

Upon driving his mother to drink, we were toast by the end of the weekend. Yes, I woke with a bad kink in my neck.

And now I’m counting down the days ’til fun day Friday…

CBXB