Weekend Winks – FUN

The Nashville weekend was brimming with basketball, booze and those babies I adore in Iowa.

Ted was so happy to finally get a full bowl of his prescription cat food Friday night that he acted as if any kind of nourishment hadn’t touched his lips in three years (TRUTH: I couldn’t get to the vet early enough this week, so he and New Cat were forced to eat tuna, poor things).  It was such a lip smacking good party, Ted couldn’t get his head under the bowl (well, in his case martini glass) fast enough and ended up with food all over his furry bod.

Getting crazier by the second in the mini manse.

Getting crazier by the second in the mini manse.

My Iowa twins were gussied up in their finest Iowa threads in order to cheer our Hawkeye basketball team in the first round of March Madness.

Hakweyes most dynamic duo.

The cutest cheerleader and football player my eyes have ever seen.

Although Princess B could have cared less that the Hawkeyes won when she found out the celebratory meal would take place at Chili’s….home of her beloved salsa.

Mostly excited for the salsa at Chili's.

Who cares about basketball?

Wishing I was guzzling salsa with Princess B, I instead gave my kitchen a facelift with a new rug. First I thought it was a bit busy for the room – but who a I kidding? The busier the better in my mini manse!

You like?

You like?

There’s also something I’ve neglected to share with readers and for that I am sorry. Because I know you hang on every. single. aspect. of my trashtacular life.  So it is with great pleasure that I remind you my birthday is this Wednesday.

As in two days.

As in exactly three months after Christmas.

If you second day air mail packages, you’ll be right on time. If you snail mail, it will just keep my party going. I accept well wishes all year round however, so please don’t refrain as I obviously hate hearing about myself.

Birthday!

First gift of my birthday month!

Speaking of presents, I gifted Princess B with an Elsa swimsuit in which she promptly put on and pranced around.

Iowa's very own Elsa.

Iowa’s very own Elsa.

And when this tiny chick is in love with something it’s full on, full force. So she demanded to wear it out to play – with her leopard shades of course.

Too cool to take the suit off. Outdoor Elsa.

Outdoor Elsa.

The second round of March Madness came on Sunday night for the Hawkeyes, and Dada CBXB was luckily in Iowa not only watching the game with the twins but also on a big screen.

Back to the madness that is March basketball.

Not hating life in the slightest.

When all was said and done, Iowa got their asses handed to them and we decided to mourn the loss differently.

Hawks lose. Losing kisses.

The twins kissed their blues away.

While I decided to drown in my sorrows with the fullest martini I’d ever seen.

martini so full

A martini worth the moola.

A cocktail so full, I couldn’t use my hands to move it, therefore I sipped it as if I was a classy lady.

Look ma, no hands!

Look ma, no hands!

Upon returning home, I found my two pussies in a shoving match atop the pink sparkly hamper (which is normally Ted’s domain only).

Shoving match ensued. But I was face first into a martini, so....

Two’s definitely a crowd.

Upon the completion of the feline WWF show, I decided to make us friendship bracelets, as a reminder we can all get along.

Good idea, I think yes.

Again, crazier by the second here at the mini manse.

Here’s hoping you have a crazy fun week friends!

CBXB

CBXB!

 

 

Weekend Winks – Birthday Style!

Pre-birthday Nashville shenanigans all weekend long!

Bad birthday hair cover-up.

Brunch with my gal pal Coco at my own personal Cheers bar, Dalts.

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What’s a brunch without a mimosa?

Coco gave me a gift that I will put to very good use…

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A pink sparkly flask, perfect for my bathroom bartending!

When dessert came and we didn’t have a candle, my ever ready pal had the next best thing in her purse – a match.

No candle? no prob!

No candle? No prob! We tried to inadvertently burn Dalts down.

I returned from brunch to one of the best birthday cards ever from my Mama.

Well, frankly my dear...

Well, frankly my dear…

Saturday night party time with one of my fave couples…

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CBXB party with the soon-to-be Mr. and Mrs.

Many toasts took place…

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Skinny Pirates for me while watching March Madness.

I was presented with a gluten-free chocolate chip mini bundt cake, which I immediately felt the need to take a bite of at the bar.

Cake can't wait

Keeping it classy, as always.

After a few cocktails, it only seemed reasonable to pose for pics with jazz hands. My show choir teacher would be so proud to know that I’m keeping her legacy alive.

Jazz hands!

You’re welcome Mrs. White.

While drinking at the bar, why would it make sense to put the glass of rum up to your mouth when you can bend all the way over and take a drink? Well it didn’t, obviously.

drining the same way

Look Ma, no hands!

What goes better together than drinks and shopping while supporting a fabulous cause?  Cute girls selling t-shirts for cancer came through the bar and while I might have been happy enough buying the entire bar t-shirts, I limited myself to just one.

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F Cancer! The proceeds of this tee go to prostate cancer research.

Saturday night festivities led to Ted and I eating the rest of my birthday bundt cake in bed Sunday morning, while watching our favorite Bravo show with Andy Cohen.

Lazy Sunday

Lazy Sunday

My girl Tiss Face read about my want of a overly priced bag last week – and look what she found for my birthday in an alley of LA! (I hope she didn’t have to perform alley tricks to purchase the bag…)

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$20 for this fabulousness!

After Sunday afternoon hot yoga (I needed to ‘cleanse’ my pores after the Saturday festivities), I treated myself to my favorite Pei Wei snack – Vietnamese chicken salad rolls.

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Afternoon delight.

Then promptly went home and planted it on the couch, napping and waking up to this in my face.

Willing me to wake up from nap

Willing me to wake up with an icy ‘feed me right now’ stare.

And if you’re looking for any last-minute gift ideas (and no, it’s not Frank Shirley with a big red ribbon on his head), here’s one…a diamond Chanel J12 watch.  I’m sure the entire blogging universe would have to kick in a year’s salary each to afford the damn thing but still, wouldn’t it look fabulous on my arm?

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If you’re interested in finding out how much this baby costs (I’m not) – (800) 550-0005.

What’s a birthday without decor? I’m dining off my favorite napkins today.

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It’s what any good birthday gal does.

Can you tell I hate the day I was born?

CBXB

CBXB!