Weekend Winks – Home for the Holidays

My God I love this bird.

My God I love this bird.

Our Nashville fun headed to Iowa this past weekend to see these two turkeys celebrate their first Thanksgiving.

B & B - my two butterballs.

B & B – my two butterballs.

I packed with great care, being sure moose mugs and moonshine made the holiday journey (God forbid we watch a football game without our precious liquor).

Perfectly packed.

Winning combination.

Upon our arrival, we quickly enjoyed the freezing weather and warm spirits.


Faux fur? Check. Cocktail? Check.

An instantly mouth-watering menu awaited my devouring, compliments of my bro-in-law (who really could have a second career as a chef).


Hit me.

Hit me.

Gobble. Gobble.

What does a gal do Thanksgiving night after endlessly stuffing her face? Fight the crowds at Target for deodorant, of course.

Well, deoderant of course!

WTF was I thinking?

My dogphew gently reminded me (the entire trip) that he needs some lovin’ after being moved down to third notch on the belt, due to the twins. How much does he love me? Enough to maul my brains out on a chair meant for one.




My constant lap dog. So tiny.

After being jam-packed full of turkey, what does one do for football Friday? SNACK!

Let's eat! Again.

Let’s eat! Again.

My Iowa Hawkeyes closed their regular football season by playing the Nebraska Cornhuskers.


This lucky sweater combined with my jazz hands mean we MUST get the win.

Our family touchdown moonshine tradition was even more fun as we gulped (and gulped and gulped) north of the Mason Dixon Line.


Bottoms up!

A win is always satisfying (especially if you’re used to the ho-hum seasons my beloved football team has been delivering the past few years) but even more satisfying?

Kicking your opponents ass when they have nothing but a Grade A dick of a head coach named Bo Pelini. A head coach who disses his team’s fans when speaking freely (a direct quote, “F you fans. F all of you”), a head coach who acted like a complete ass clown when being interviewed before half-time, a head coach who received a 15 yard penalty for “unsportsmanlike conduct” (throwing his hat at an official when he disagreed with a call) and a head coach whom I completely lost any ounce of remaining respect after his bawl baby of a press conference (where he basically taunted Nebraska to fire him) after the game.

As I was vocal (surprised? anyone?) in regard to my distaste of Pelini, my cousin, a Nebraska fan, sent me this photo of coach and said,” Give Bo a break. See, he likes cats too!”

Ass clown.

This made everything better. For me.

After eating my way through Thursday and Friday, it was time to day drink on Saturday with my college bestie who just had a baby two months ago.

Sweet Baby E

Sweet Baby E.

My sister and I were beyond impressed with our gal pal since she’d just had a baby (joining two big brothers), completed Thanksgiving AND had all of her Christmas decor out. Until we found her Halloween pile on the kitchen floor. Then we knew she was still human.

Merry Halloween!

Merry Halloween!


Day drinking at its finest.

By the time we arrived back, it was time for stories, snuggles and bed.


Gpas and aunties make the best storytellers.

And as we pulled out for our 9 hour drive home (joy. pure joy) our two little loves wondered where the crazies from the guest bedroom went.

Where has all of the compnay gone?

Where the hell did everyone go?

Hope you had a fabulous Thanksgiving weekend!

I still can’t button my skinny jeans.