A crazy lady named Captain
Stuffed her cats in Irish hats to entertain
New Cat squealed
But both pussies still showcased their disdain.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
The Nashville weekend shenanigans contained a little St. Patty’s Day pre-parting and I was thrilled to partake in the events.
My twins in Iowa were more than a tad excited not only for the upcoming hunt of leprechauns and gold but also to eat chicken for lunch (it’s the little things, isn’t it?) on Saturday.
Elation over poultry, a new playhouse and the making of their first ever mud pies kinda made me wish I was up in Iowa with my favorite twosome. But then they’d have wanted me to help with the pies of dirt and you know, my nails are “jewels, not tools,” so it’s better I viewed from afar.
Remember sweet Mighty Dog, who belongs to one of my fave couples? A few weeks ago she was recovering from cancer surgery and I asked you for good karma, hugs, purrs and prayers that she’d get back to her old self.
Guess what? It worked!
She’s back! She’s better than ever! She’s cancer free!
Feeling the need to celebrate everything under the sun (that finally came out in Nashville after a dreary winter – yeehaw!) Saturday evening activities commenced, starting with costuming my Glamingo (what grown ass woman doesn’t have a flamingo to dress up?).
classy party staples were chilled to perfection.
And the most handsome Captain ever was at the ready to accompany me through the evening’s events.
The topper of the night? A spectacular light show that enhanced every aspect of the party…and then some.
Sunday was spent in typical fashion – with New Cat frolicking to the couch, only to see he was again too late to partake in lap love as Ted pretends he’s made of stone and has been fast asleep for three centuries.
Know what I can’t ignore?
Animated faces ready to party among leprechauns.
Here’s hoping you find a pot of gold tomorrow!
My St. Patty’s Day weekend proved I’ve become a leprechaun in reverse with no overflowing gold in my pot.
Ever have multiple seconds turn into minutes that roll into hours and then days that make you wanna pull your hair out strand by strand?
Friday morning started with this lovely event…
A second punctured tire in the last three months requiring me to purchase yet another brand new fucking piece of rubber. Thank you streets of Nashville.
While I was quite the damsel in distress (let’s remember my nails are “jewels not tools” so no I don’t know, nor care to know how to change a flat tire), I luckily work in a warehouse full of knights in shining armor.
Adding to my mounting car frustration was the fact that I just spent $1000 on brakes last weekend. So between dropping a cool thou enabling my car to halt and throwing another $250 into the wind for a new tire I thought about to pushing my car into oncoming traffic.
Then I remembered I’m not done paying for it.
And I need transportation to and from work in order to pay for my piece of shit vehicle.
Knowing I just drained my entire year’s worth of spending money in two weeks on a hunk of metal about sent me over the edge…all before noon on a Friday. But the fellas at the warehouse know how to take care of an edgy gal – with endless compliments (your day sucks but you look really nice!) and a cigarette (if I’m smoking, it’s bad as I smoke one cigarette every 1,789 days).
In order to get my heart rate, blood pressure and sanity back in order, I drove across town to visit Ted, the little fur ball love of my life.
Why is my beloved on vacation from yours truly? Because New Cat, the stray we opened our home to in January is sick (and pretty pathetic looking in his cone).
Saturday fun was all about New Cat visiting the vet where we found out his eye is not only worse, he’s somehow developed an ear infection, which means another week away from my precious Ted and $100 less grocery money for moi. I feel like the appropriate name for New Cat is now Money Pit.
Finding out that my nephew is a mini LeBron James lifted my saggy Saturday spirits.
What made me want to do happy cartwheels around my mini manse? Seeing a photo of my niece, a budding shoe hoarder….
The final act in turning my frown upside down included the main squeeze in my liquor loving life. Captain Morgan.
Turning my pissy pants into party pants was complete with my concoction of green holiday treats.
With a little hitch in my kick, I’m happy to say this Nashville gal has the leprechaun spirit in overabundance today.
Here’s hoping some Irish luck finds you, making this a very happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Captain, gin, vodka, oh my!
What would a Nashville Friday be without a Skinny Pirate keeping me company?
After a few rounds on the patio, I moved inside and spread my liquor lovin’ wings to a cucumber gin martini, which turned out to be ultra tasty.
I greeted Saturday am with an adorable picture from my nephew in Iowa. He’s just crazy about this blog.
My gal Coco spotted this clutch at a local Nashville boutique, Fire Finch. A little Alexander McQueenish, a little CBXB – but still $72 and out of my budget.
Ted spent the entire weekend enjoying the spring weather.
So much so, that he tried to break free from his ‘prison’ by busting through the screen.
I slipped on my pot-o-gold shoes and headed to the movies Saturday night.
Of course I did a little bar tending inside the theater…cocktails make movie going so much more fun!
Still thirsty after having to share my movie cocktail, we headed to get a nightcap at the Cheesecake Factory, where I always order the heavenly strawberry martini.
St. Patty’s Day called for dazzling up my Glamingo in traditional Irish threads (and yes, I realize I’m a grown ass woman dressing a flamingo…nothing I can really say to this except that Teddy was thrilled to be relieved of holiday dress up duty this year).
A hike in the park proved no leprechaun sightings.
Parched after my 6 mile jaunt, I quenched my thirst with a green dream.
Ted’s Uncle Elvis came in for a play date – and immediately took over Mr. Bear’s perch in the bathroom.
My mom brought in a pre-birthday gift (PBG) to commence my celebration that I like to drag out the entire month of March.
The cats could have cared less about one another once tissue from my gifts hit the floor.
We took our green party cocktails to the patio, enjoying the last bit of weather and weekend.
After all of the hoopla, Teddy spent the rest of his Sunday like this….
And I did too!