Weekend Winks – a Win, a Wedding and Wee Wee Training

Even brides love jazz hands.

Even brides love jazz hands.

After a long work week accompanied by dreary weather, snuggles on a stormy Friday night helped soothe our weary spirits.

three amigos

The chug, the pussy and the broad.

As much as Precious the chug and Ted the pussy try to refrain from showing their insane love for one another, I kept catching the feline bathing the dog.Β  Their faces say it all…

Make out.

Caught.

While my fur balls were rolling around the mini manse, my Iowa twins were rollicking around on their new play set.

Steps

Princess B making her fashionable grand entrance on the deck.

No fun.

Prince B unable to contain his excitement for all things fun.

NO FUN.

Think they like their new digs much?

Saturday started with very normal routines at the mini manse. Gearing up for college game day to watch my Iowa Hawkeyes take on the #19 ranked Wisconsin Badgers required some help from bloody marys as I was a tad bleary eyed for the 11am kick off.

Morning kick-off mania.

Morning moonshine and marys makes my world go round.

While Dada CBXB and I were prepping for football, the twins found themselves trying to create a new routine for their mornings….

Saturday morning routine.

Potty training time!

The wee wee updates proved to be more exciting than the Iowa game BUT our fellas were the first to score a touchdown and you know that meant moonshine!

#1

The one and only shot.

After last week’s Hawkeye 62 – 16 win (and nine – yes I said nine shots of Popcorn Sutton) I think the universe was giving our livers a much needed cleanse.Β  There was only one touchdown the entire game and regardless of how ugly it can get in a half, the Hawks pulled out the win with a score of 10-6.

So, naturally we did a victory shot to celebrate our team’s 5-0 record (and also to not starve our livers).

5 and 0 baby!

5 and 0 baby!

Busy living it up with shots, the twins found themselves still trying to score in their own way even after the football game.

Still at it....only changed media.

Shitters are not yet full.

The partying continued into Saturday evening as two fabulous friends got hitched.

Groom's dream come true.

The groom’s dream come true.

Lady and the Tramp.

The Lady and the blonde Tramp.

CBXB ran into an old fan!

CBXB ran into an old fan!

Sunday called for some errand running with my favorite co-pilot who has become quite famous as she accompanies me to get oil changes, pick up prescriptions and make deposits at the bank.

Sunday errands.

Who could forget this face?

Sunday snuggles found Clark and Cousin Eddie who are spending one more week with Dada CBXB while Teddy is almost back to his old self.

Clark and Cousin Eddie still stnugglin

The twins not hating the spoiling at Gpas.

Lovin’ found its way into the mini manse, as Ted openly gave Presh a Sunday evening lick down.

Fur ball kisses

Finally not giving a fuck who sees this display of affection.

Adulation was in the air this weekend as the twins found themselves spreading their own love to one another.

Kisisn'

Precious moments.

Here’s hoping you find yourself with some of your own lovin’ this week.

Cheers!

CBXB

CBXB!

Weekend Winks – Jazz Hands and Pull Ups

Why do weekends seem to disappear faster than a Houdini magic trick?

Girl time!

I only get my jazz hands out on the weekends.

My Iowa twins continue to transform into little people as potty training progresses.

Big shit.

Big shit.

Princess B never ceases to amaze me with her mad multitasking skills as she can blow her nails dry while trying to urinate in her port-a-potty that resides in the hallway so she can keep dibs on everyone.

Multitasking at its finest.

Triple threat.

While my niece was trying to get down to business, I was busy keeping dibs on a camera while out with the gals Saturday night in an attempt to capture the perfect picture.

The

Fail.

Perfect

Fail.

photo proved exhausing

Success…for some of us.

I detoxed the rest of my weekend away by running jogging in the sunny, 75 degree weather…

Run it off.

Running it off.

…soaking in bubbles while caressing my liver with vino…

Soaked if off.

Soaking it in.

…and almost getting my face licked off by an overly slutty pussy.

Practically got my face liked off.

New Cat loves to maul.

Cheers to a fabulous week for you!

CBXB

CBXB!

Rock ‘n’ Roll All Night…

For CBXB, it’s rock ‘n’ roll all night….and pay for it the entire next day.

Jazz hands just scream rocker chick, right?

Jazz hands just scream rocker chick, right?

It was a girls’ night out in Nashville as Motley Crue brought their farewell tour to honky-tonk central.

GNO Crue

Me and my crue.

After six two rounds of pre-party cocktails we headed to the arena, where we stocked up on more libations before going in to see Alice Cooper, the opening act, pretend to be decapitated on stage.

Sobriety

Sobriety is no accident. It’s also no fun.

Naturally, after the besiege of concert cocktails we felt it necessary to hold a photo shoot at every location in which we graced our presence.

Photo shoot begins.

Pictures in the hallway.

My one and only move still going strong.

Photos at the bar with my one and only dance move.

Bathroom selfies!

Selfies in the bathroom….. like all the classy ladies do.

Show selfies

Seat selfies.

With all of our modeling, we almost forgot that there was an actual reason we’d come to the Bridgestone Arena. Luckily for us, we didn’t miss Tommy Lee’s impressive drum solo he performed while his kit moved up and down the lighted truss at .000000001 mph.

Oh yeah, there was also a show going on.

A trick as spectacular as a its geriatric pace.

After the concert it made perfect sense to do an additional whiskey shot in celebration of the kick ass farewell concert performance Motley Crue delivered. But something in my mind was doubting my capabilities to get up for work the next morning.

What the fuck is half of 2/3 cup? WHAT?

What the fuck do you think you are doing with that Fireball?! It’s a school night for Christ’s sake.

Naturally I downed that whiskey like it was Pepto Bismol, which is why I look so effortlessly chic and fabulous today.

Looking how I feel...

I wear my sunglasses inside ’cause I’m cool like that. And still burping up Fireball.

While my exterior appearance mimics exactly how I’m feeling on the inside, I need to get my shit together as I get to do the same thing all over again tonight when attending a Sir Paul McCartney concert.

For free. In a suite. With food. And booze. Free booze.

My liver is screaming “kill me now” with my feet expressing their disdain for my attempt to prance around in my high-heeled hooker boots for a second night in a row. But who cares what my feet think, I’m going to see a music legend, right?

And as Paul McCartney says….Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da life goes on bra.

Although I have a feeling my motto tomorrow will be more along the lines of “Live and Let Die.”

ROCK ON.

CBXB

CBXB!