Weekend Winks – Snoop Dogg, Fang Fingers and Flat Tires

When a gal pal wants to treat you to a night out for a belated birthday par-tay, why in the world would you say no? Of course we know I said yes, especially when the evening involved a Snoop Dogg concert. I was especially excited to escape from my reality after some particularly bad news came my way last week. A girl’s night out was just what this chick needed.

I over packed and lugged my beauty bag, taking over Funk 49’s kitchen counter to gussy up for a rainy night out in Nashville.

Yes, my bag of beauty tricks includes alcohol. Doesn’t yours?

Known for my booblegging skills at public events where liquor is priced like it’s solid gold, the glass below may or may not be Pepsi.

Sneaky sneaky.

The night was so full of fun that I forgot what a shit show my life has been for the past 24 months.

Problems? What problems?

After the concert, I didn’t want the night to end so I borrowed my Uber driver’s coffee on the way back to Funk 49’s house for a little perk me up.

Don’t worry. We gave him five stars – and I gave him back his coffee.

We kicked off our rainboots and did what ever girl party does after an evening out – ordered two pizzas for three ladies.

Hubba Hubba.

Upon stuffing my pie hole with at least 1.5 of the pizzas, I tried to coax Funk 49’s dog, Buddy, to lay with me in his bed…I don’t know why he seemed so annoyed.

My version of doggy style.

So I settled for a little downtime the following day with my own puppy Presh.

Prescription sunglasses are the only way to go when rehydrating on a Saturday morning.

While I was hunkered down in my Princess and the Pea bed, the Iowa twins were stuck inside for a third day in a row due to rain storms. So what did my genius sis do? She turned the garage into a bike bonanza for four-year-olds.

Rec room.

The Nashville Predators are in the NHL playoffs and my crew settled in for the third game of the series against the St. Louis Blues. Rocky, Princess Elsa Pants and Ted proved three times a charm, as the Preds skated their way to a 3-1 victory.

Fang Fingers.

I nestled into a Sunday full of job searching, #girlbossing, therapy homework, with a side of Glamour.

Sunday Funday.

No weekend would be complete without an evening full of leopard couch time with Ted – who now has his own personal shadow named Elsa Pants.

Forced Sunday snuggles – with extreme patience.

I found out that my first furry friend in Nashville crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge last night. Caesar was my constant companion when I worked as a personal assistant for a family when I first moved to Music City. He was my only “co-worker” and kept me company so many lonely nights in a new city. Love and miss you little guy.

Trying to keep the wheels from falling off my fragile state of mind, I hit the alarm early for a 7am yoga class today. But about .0005 seconds into the commute, I was t-boned in my parking lot, causing my chariot to come to an immediate halt for the time being.

No zen in sight on this Monday.

I decided it best to switch my morning coffee for something a tad stronger while on the phone with my insurance company.

A bloody mary to help ease spiked blood pressure.

So while I seem to be running into a tad of misfortunes lately, I can’t help but wonder…

I’m wide open for suggestions.

CBXB

CBXB!

 

Three Weeks of Winks – Bruised Legs, Egos and Victories!

You know those times that can just kind of suck you into a funk?

Well, I’ve been there for the past month due to circumstances out of my control (decisions being made for me, being called not-so-friendly names and revolving in a constant run around) but no one is in charge of your happiness but you, right? A swift kick to my own ass and a much needed life break over Thanksgiving helped put the pep back in my step (with help from the knowledge that karma is a mother fucker and the bad juju is not headed my way).

With aid from my brand new phone case that speaks for me without my gigantic yapper even having to open, I’m well on my way to kicking ass again.

Truth

TRUTH.

Taking a rather large spill at the beginning of November pretty much paralyzed my work out (not to my dismay) abilities due to an out-of-commission shin and ankle.

Anger issues, perhaps....

Ah the joys of being a klutz.

But a little leg limp didn’t stop the Nashville party wagon from traveling to St. Louis for Dada CBXB’s birthday, where we were able to meet up with Sister Nuts, who drove down from Iowa.

STL baby!

STL party weekend!

Being that our hotel was directly across the street from Busch Stadium, I became an immediate Cardinals fan upon walking into the gift shop. Naturally I got a leopard and pink Cardinals hat, a silver foiled team jacket and a bedazzled tee.

All in.

All in. Even though I haven’t been to a Cardinals game since I was eight.

And don’t think we didn’t meet up with the Iowa Hawkeye St. Louis club to watch the football game. Aunt Bert and my cousin G were able to hang with us, although you know the birthday boy was the real center of attention.

Family celebration with a front and center star.

Family celebration with a front and center star.

Our traditional touchdown shots were accomplished (we even brought our own lucky shot glasses) as our waiter kept bringing us a ‘bartender’s choice’ after every Hawkeye score against the Indiana Hoosiers.

Bartenders choice? Yes please.

Oh how our waiter Marcus helped make the 9th Hawkeye win of the season a drunken victory!

But because Dada and I are pros, we were still standing when it came time for a real family photo-op.

Still standing for a little fam time.

I even held a baby. I’m so maternal.

Not long after our return from St. Louis, I took another tumble down some concrete stairs injuring my other leg.

Missed five of the six stairs....

This is what happens when you miss five of six stairs.

I ended up with a fractured foot, putting yet another damper on my ability to work out (at least my right bicep is still in full tact, making sure my Skinny Pirates hit the mark every time!).

No, I typically don't have cankles

No, I typically don’t have cankles.

Yet another injury couldn’t slow me down when it comes to Iowa Hawkeye games.Β  This gimp celebrated with friends at the Nashville Iowa Club party, watching our team move on to 10-0 against the Minnesota Gophers (I mean, what kind of mascot is that?).

Victory is sweet! Er...make that saucy....or let's just call it liver friendly.

Victory is sweet! Er…make that saucy….or let’s just call it liver friendly.

Yep. Waaaay liver friendly.

Yep. Waaaay liver friendly.

The following week, nine inches of snow blanketed the home field at Kinnick Stadium on game day. But the snow removal crew cleverly cleaned the area and it was prepped for kick off against Purdue.

Hawks don't care about nine inches of snow.

Hawks don’t care about nine inches of snow.

My Iowa men were able to pull off a 40-20 win over Purdue, upping our record to 11-0 for the first time in school history (and our football program has been around since 1847).

Another victory!

Fifth shot for yet another victory!

In between football shots and falling down stairs, I visited Miss America who recently added twins to her gaggle of kids (seriously, this woman now has five kids six and under).

Miss America and the 11th runner up.

Miss America and the 11th runner up.

Another adorable set of twins in my life!

Another adorable set of twins in my life!

Speaking of k-ute twins, check out the faces of my Iowa twins after seeing their first snowfall this year.

Snowall can really take breath away.

Oh the wonder of white powder…and yes, I’m talking about snow.

Snowfall means it’s time for expert Christmas tree decorating and if anyone is taking over in that domain, it’s Princess B.

Bottom heavy.

Even if her contributions make for a bottom heavy tree.

Prince and Princess B are also trying to master the art of being under the mistletoe this time of year.

Mistletoe mania.

Almost but not quite.

Yet another set of twins in my life, Clark and Cousin Eddie are not really wanting to leave Dada CBXBs’s abode as he has been spoiling them rotten while Ted is still on the mend for his recent bought with pancreatitis.

Clark and Cousin Eddie

A comfy Clark and Cousin Eddie.

To know me is to know I love Captain Morgan and my Skinny Pirates more than water. I couldn’t love my fur ball Ted more if I’d birthed him myself (yeah, I said it). My birthday and Christmas are my two favorite days of the year, with Halloween coming in at a close third (because why not celebrate as much as humanly possible?).

BUT I can’t say there’s much more I love right now than my Iowa Hawkeyes.Β  They took to the field against Nebraska this past weekend and won, making school history as no team has ever gone 12-0 in a single season (and here I was just hoping for a winning season).Β  Although Dada CBXB and I weren’t together, we were able to celebrate our touchdown shots together through FaceTime.

Touchdown shots even though we're 600 miles apart!

Still doing shots 600 miles apart.

I can’t even begin to tell you the excitement of being one of the two undefeated teams in college football right now. And this weekend, we’re packing up and heading to Lucas Oil Field in Indianapolis where the Iowa Hawkeyes will take on the Michigan State Spartans for the Big Ten Championship title.

Even though we’re the underdog going into this game, when a rapper is on your side, shouldn’t that be the team favored to win?

Even this dogg is a fab of the Hawks.

What could go wrong if Snoop Dogg is a fan of the Hawks?

Bandwagon up for my team, pretty please. We’ll need all of the help we can get in an unforgettable season.

Cheers!

CBXB

CBXB!