While it seemed the month of January lasted 100 days earlier this year, how in the fuck is it now the middle of June? Bananas.
I’ve taken a slide down the regression train the last two months in regard to Rapegate and its aftermath full of PTSD and what not but – BUT with the help of my family, friends and fur balls, my wheels are still on the track, although daily WD40 is required at this point. Here’s what kept me moving and grooving…
Sometimes all you need are ladies who help keep your crown held high. And wine. Lots and lots of wine.
I decided to get CPR certified, so maybe when I’m having my own panic attacks I can calm myself the fuck down (just kidding…only chewing on Xanax and getting on all fours does the trick for me). When we were practicing chest compressions on our dummies, the instructor asked who I was mad at…angry much? Yes, I believe I will be taking up kick boxing or kung fu in the near future.
It was the shit watching Nashville’s NHL hockey team, the Predators make their second appearance in the Stanley Cup playoffs, complete with watch parties.
While they didn’t make it to the end, it was a season full of fun with reasons to partake in cocktails whether they won or lost.
There’s always reminders that I need to stop and smell the
roses lilacs, compliments of my Princess B. She knows what’s up.
She reminds me that I always have time to stop and smell the wine.
Summer sports are in full swing and I think I have a sports star in the making with Prince B.
I don’t know if Prince B could do it without the support from his sister, who clearly only comes to his games to watch.
You wanna know what else is a ‘holy fuck?!’ moment? My Iowa twins graduated Pre-K. We have official kindergarteners on ours hands people.
As soon as the summer vacation commenced, these two were on it full speed ahead.
Oh and my tender-hearted nephew is about to melt your heart. Even if its dead and cold. He recently shaved his head because he wanted matching ‘dos with his dad.
In other happy news, my dophew, Spike, celebrated his third trip around the sun.
And in possibly the best news yet, the mini manse’s pool opened.
Rasta and I celebrated our one year anniversary – we met at the pool last year. Awe.
More happiness with my fabulous stylist who not only is one of my besties but makes me laugh AND makes my hair dreams come true.
The pink glitter cup he gifted me left me with surprises in my pie hole.
Bird Lady and I found a new bar, Firefly Bar and Grille, where I want to move in as they have their Christmas lights up all year long inside. Better yet, when one strand burns out, they leave it up and just put new ones over the old strand. Be still my beating heart.
When my gal pal from college came in, we shut that damn bar down while showing off our jazz hands we perfected in our collegiate show choir. Yep. We were cool like that.
There have been many a Friday night where I want to stay in and get wild with organization. But this keeps happening…
So I catch up on how to murder people without getting caught. Don’t piss me off.
I’m also happy to report that Nashville is finally joining the 1980s and offering wine on Sundays now. We still can’t purchase liquor but I’ll settle for Jesus juice.
Speaking of miracles, my loudmouth was allowed on a golf course to play a bit of put-put (or as real golfers call it, golf) while also delivering snacks and booze. All for a fabulous cause – Monroe Carell Jr. Children’s Hospital at Vanderbilt. Over $300,000 was raised for the kids.
When they told me to stock up the cart with snacks, I pretended I was on Supermarket Sweep and took just about everything in sight.
Roaming around on the golf course are sheep and being the animal lover I am, I wanted to take one home. But I settled for a photo instead, where they look like white blobs behind a big slob.
In other famous news, Princess B got all dolled up for her second recital. And while I am very proud of her, I am also beyond jealous of her costume and am considering an extreme diet so I can squeeze my ample rear end into it.
Since she supported her brother in baseball, it was only fair he happily did the same…complete with the proper dance picture pose.
I used to be an avid jogger. My bed seems so much better these days, yet, First Mate got me out of my shell and coaxed me into participating in a Coconut RAD (Random Ass Distance) Run. Rasta was so moved, she made us a support poster.
While we were far from first place, we were also far from last. And, we couldn’t say no to rum in our coconuts.
No better way to cool off than a party day with Dada CBXB.
You all know how much I love my fur balls and one in particular is having some issues. Precious the chug passed out yesterday on the way out for a walk. She’s been to the vet and had tests done, so please send your good juju her way.
That, my friends is a long winded catch up. The many reasons I have to smile has everything to do with you.