Weekend Winks – Super Bowl Snuggle

As my Nashville weekend kicked off I found myself at my favorite local watering hole, Dalts Grill.

Fridays taste so good.

Fridays taste so fucking good.

Rib me please. Finger Lickin' good.

Fridays are also finger lickin’ good.

Saturday had something new in store for me as I attended my first Arenacross event. I was happy to be up high enough in the seats to avoid the dirt accumulating on my face (I’m so sporty) as bikes flew through the air.

Motorcucle

Happy the dust settled 30 yards from me.

At intermission, I was somehow shocked that bulldozers came out to smooth out the mounds of soil.

Bulldoze me.

Just me and my blonde thoughts.

Being that Arenacross was held in the same place where Nashville’s NHL team, the Predators play I for some reason thought I’d see a Zamboni machine being used for the same purpose…

Ice the ice.

It’s really, really, really, really hard being blonde.

While I was busy figuring out the differences in large machines and which ones are used for ice versus dirt, my Iowa twins were enjoying the 12 inches of snowfall received over the weekend.

12 inches of snow makes for a fun day in the snow.

Sunday fun day indeed.

Heavy snowfall is always an exciting way to get out and play the day away, unless you’re a smarty pants like Princess B, who kept warm watching her twin brother throw snowballs.

Especially when you're Princess B and watch your twin bro in the snow as you keep warm.

Priorities.

It was then time to assume seats and snuggle down for the Super Bowl game.

Gidd

Game day giddy ups.

Teddy was front and center on my lap as we tuned into the Hallmark channel and watched the cathletes on the Kitten Bowl.

Kitten Bowl

Teddy is now demanding a Kitten Bowl championship ring.

When New Cat tried to join in on the snuggling, Mr. Ted E. Bear showed him who was boss.

Three's most deinitley a crowd.

Three’s a crowd when pissy pussies are involved.

So Newie snoozed through the football game like a fat guy in a little coat.

Kicked to the leopard pedestal.

#1 sports fan.

Keeping up with my trashtacular ways, I turned an otherwise low calorie, healthy celery stick into a heart attack waiting to happen by dunking it in rotel and Velveeta.

Junking up healthy food.

Football food at its finest.

After I stuffed my face for the entire first half of the game, Tedstar decided enough was enough and got me right where he wanted me…

Settled down for a super bowl nap.

Snuggled down for a super bowl nap.

Some things never change.

CBXB

CBXB!

 

 

GO HAWKS

Follow my lead.

Cats on my back pockets…surprised?

Even though I am much more of a college football fan, I always tune in to the Super Bowl – mostly for the commercials, to see if the National Anthem is lip synced and to judge the quality of the half time show as I am shoveling Eat Shit and Die guacamole into my mouth wearing the stretchiest pants in my closet.

College football is just so much more fun!

The atmosphere at college games just kicks the NFL’s ass.

Being raised by a dad who played on a national championship college football team and played for the Colts when they were in Baltimore, I know a thing or two about the game.

Yep. Dad was a stud.

Yep. Dad was a stud.

While I couldn’t follow in his footsteps (or rather, didn’t really want to as my fingernails are jewels, not tools) I did what I could to carry on tradition since he ended up with daughters…I pranced around in his college jersey.

Grown up on it.

Only missing the muscle.

Typically this time of year, I could give a shit about who wins the Super Bowl and end up rooting for the team with the best outfits (aka uniforms) as I am already counting down the minutes to College Gameday’s debut on ESPN in August.

Football Fashionista

A fashionista could care less about the outcome of America’s biggest football game.

Sunday’s game presents the Seattle Seahawks against the New England Patriots and this year instead of cheering for whatever team colors I like best, I’m rooting for the team from Washington to win.

I’m cheering for the Seahawks not only because my dad played for the Colts and the Patriots handed their asses to them last weekend (45 to 7…ouch!) but I have a hard time cheering for a team that can’t follow rules and never seems to get punished (not just referring to the most recent Deflate-Gate but also to the 2007 cheating scandal).

Celebrating the stud one birthday.

Did I also mention that the current Patriots coach, Bill Belichick was on the sidelines staff of the Colts back in the ’70s and was the man who released my dad from the team?

I know your mind is blown by my expert analysis of picking a team to root for on Sunday but at the end of the day does it really matter?

That's right, nothing's changed.

Wait, the Steelers aren’t playing?

As long as the commercials are funny and the touchdown moonshine is flowing, I’ll be good to go.

Trashy touchdown tradition.

Bill Beliwho?

Here’s hoping your team wins.

GO HAWKS!

CBXB

CBXB!