Weekend Winks – Pussy Party!

My Nashville weekend consisted of celebrating a pussy’s anniversary, twins entering their second year on the planet and seeing a girlfriend move to the beach (that bitch).

Celebrating New Cat not being new anymore.

Yeehaw! New Cat’s not so new anymore.

First Mate packed up her bags and moved her tiny ass to the beaches of Florida on Friday. Now I know you don’t feel sorry for her but can you feel a teeny-weeny tiny sad for me?  She’s one of my only unmarried without children friends who can still do things on a moment’s notice. Poor me…guess I’ll just have to go visit her at the beach.

Bon Voyage First Mate!

Bon Voyage First Mate!

My Iowa twosome were extremely busy gearing up for their second birthday party.

Twosome getting ready for two. Mellow Rreading time.

With a little reading time.

Mellow snow time.

With a little snow time.

Mellow hug time.

With a little hug time.

My folks and I were not only celebrating the twins in Nashville on Saturday but we were also cheering on our Iowa Hawkeye basketball team AND honoring New Cat’s first 365 days in my mini manse.

Impromptu Iowa game watch AND mini celebration for NC

Impromptu Iowa game watch combined with a mini celebration for NC.

We may or may not have done a moonshine shot every single time Iowa made a basket.

Happy with the fifth...

Who needs a touchdown?

No, we really didn’t do that.

Or did we…..?

Lead us to doing toe touches like the Golden Girls.

Relax, that’s just water in my cup.

I really did need some moonshine while trying to stuff New Cat in to his anniversary giddy up.

Not so picture purrfect.

Not so picture purrfect.

But Grammie CBXB brought in an anniversary card accompanied by a felt fish laced with catnip.  Being that I am a person who doesn’t consume anything unhealthy (unless it’s a Skinny Pirate, wine, vodka, moonshine, white whiskey or a fried food – obviously my body is my temple) it never dawned on me that New New would be interested in something that might mellow him the fuck out.


First time for everything.

Mission accomplished.

Mission accomplished.

Helping mellow out Dada CBXB

The poor fish ended up on my dad’s teeny tiny foot.

While we were busy getting felines high, Prince and Princess B were partying hard with birthday cake and candles.


All about those babes.

Thankfully they were able to work off their sugar rush in a bouncy house.

Bounced it outta their system.

I can’t wait to jump in there with them.

Turns out, both my nephew and niece take after yours truly (much to the chagrin of their parents) in some special way…

Prince B eats just like his Auntie CBXB.

Prince B eats just like Auntie CBXB.

Why take a tiny bite when you can shove it all in at once?

And Princess B is mastering the art of a selfie.

I might as well have birthed her.

I might as well have birthed her.

No Weekend Winks post would be complete without the star of my life, Mr. Ted E. Bear, who was more than displeased that none of the weekend shenanigans had anything to do with him.

Had it with all of us party goers necause none of it had to do with him.

The world revolves around me. Shut up and let me sleep.

Obviously my cat also takes after me…



Weekend Winks – Did I Do That?

A free weekend can be all kinds of fun, as long as you just roll with it. Which is exactly what I did…

Double trouble.

Double trouble.

Ted and I tried hanging a few things up around the new mini manse. He was more than eager to investigate and approve any and all decor I was preparing to display.

Ted the electrician

Taking an overview of the product.

Griswold Kitty

Taste testing the product (and trying to mimic the fried pussy cat on “Christmas Vacation”).


Chandelier approved!

Although, this pretty piece didn’t get to hang on my ceiling after all because I couldn’t get the damn hook to stay in whatever cheap material the builders of my mini manse used 35 years ago (I had all kinds of nice words to say about it, too). So, Teddy’s delighted to gnaw on his now favorite chew toy that occupies a corner of my floor (which I have put tape around the cord – sticky side out – to remedy this new habit. And it is hysterical watching a cat react to being stuck to something for one second).

After all of the chandelier nonsense, I needed a cold, tasty cocktail and what better to do on a Saturday night than drink Skinny Pirates with pals?

Mermaids. They DO exist!

Mermaids. They DO exist!

My friends had an overflow of liquor that they wanted to share, so of course they called a cocktail expert in to help.

The photobomber gets bombed.

My expertise of photo bombing has become somewhat of an epidemic, as it now happens to me regularly.

As the evening wore on, I collected new buddies to adorn my cocktail glasses. What goes together better than a donkey, giraffe, deer and a mermaid?

New buddies

Party animals.

While I was busy playing with pieces of plastic, one of my hosts tried to tell me that I did this single-handedly…

Did I Do That?

Did I do that?

Now, I will cop to putting a dent in the Captain Morgan but I’m pretty sure I’d still be having my stomach pumped if I double downed.

Upon my return home, I was greeted by an extremely pissed off pussy.

The look of losing beauty sleep.

The look of losing beauty sleep.

I tried to coax Mr. Bear back into a good mood by making one of his favorite dishes…

Steak style

Peas. (You thought I was going to say steak, didn’t you?)

Which won him over with the ease.

Won him over with the greens.

I know how to get this little monster.

And we were back to being snuggle buddies in no time flat.

Hand pillow.

Just what a hangover ordered.

Thanks to the veggie, all is well at the CBXB household. Phew.