We all know life isn’t fucking fair. There are constant small reminders of the good, fabulous, bad and ugly.
Current life status via photo.
But then there are the gigantic catastrophes that just take your breath away. Last week, with extreme suddenness, a friend, former colleague, father of three, stand up, bad ass, nicest kinda guy you know passed away. While twists and turns are inevitable, I can never fathom why bad shit happens to good people. But it does. Big Al, you will be missed beyond measure. We love you.
Support your peeps at all times, friends.
As we also all know, life moves on just as quickly as it changes. I’ve started a side hustle, pet sitting, dog walking and basically loving on all fur balls. I was beyond thankful to have a fucking cute client (I’d like to kidnap) at the mini manse for some playful diversion. He seems to take after my beloved Teddy Bear, by killing tampons and presenting them to me as presents.
Tampon terror.
The Pussy Posse is less than thrilled with some visitors but on the plus side, they can climb away from the mini manse menace.
Shedding on the clean, black laundry, avoiding tampon time. And yes, I see the typo – it’s slowly driving me crazy.
I also welcomed family into town and as I do with all visitors, being that I reside in the Bible Belt, I took him right to church.
Just kidding.
I showed him the alley door from the world-famous Ryman Auditorium (the old Grand Old Opry) where the performers used to leave the stage and head straight to the bars without being bothered by fans. Funny how I know that…
Back alley church.
We also headed to Bailey’s bar downtown Nashville to watch my Hawkeyes football with the Nashville Iowa Club.
Glitter for game day.
Touchdown tradition shots ensued – even though Dada CBXB wasn’t present, with some technology we were able to cheers together. But, it just wasn’t enough. My Hawks lost to a last second field goal scored by the Purdue Boilermakers.
Family Tradition FaceTime Fail.
So, we went to eat our emotions at Outback, a restaurant not found in small town Iowa.
We’re sorry, not sorry Sherri!
With a busy Saturday under our belts, we hung around the mini manse and enjoyed the fall weather Sunday.
Venturing out for some brunch at a new spot that I fell in love with (due to their availability of gluten free bread – what? what?!), Wild Eggs. The buffalo chicken omelette didn’t suck either.
Food coma fabulousness.
A final wine(d) down on the weekend includes bubbles and vino via lavender candlelight, as always.
Sudsy self-care Sunday.
Sometimes, it really is the little things that keep the wheels turning.
CBXB
Cowboys and Crossbones 