Time flies when you’re in love – and there’s no greater example than me and my baby, Martini. He’s the light of our lives and clearly deserves a full birthday month (just like his mom), so we threw a party!
Here’s the 411 on the best *and* easiest puppy birthday cake and a pooch filled photo recap:
Y’all, living in Atlanta has many perks. The weather. The people. The relative lack of pretension. I could go on forever – and plan to! But NOW we have a CB2 and it’s officially game over for all other cities and we are 1000% *not* sorry about it. Oops!
Let me show you a little sneak peak of the most perfect oasis tucked away in ever-blossoming West Midtown:
(Okay – give me *one* second to be a proud dog mom and declare the obvious. Martini (The Drag Dog™️) is the superstar fur diva of the world and you CANNOT tell me otherwise. This has been a totally unbiased review. 😉)
Anyway, back to the post! Like the title says – I’m officially declaring 2021 as the year of *fun*. Safe, masked, socially distant, blah-blah-blah dystopia compliant fun – but fun no less. More feather boas, more glitter, and so much more more – because as we creep up on a year of this madness, it’s the only shot I have at sanity.
With that in mind, here’s my completely ridiculous bucket list while I wait my turn for vaccination:
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Don’t be alarmed – yours truly hasn’t turned into an overnight food blogger.
But seeing as this blog is meant to hold the everyday chronicles of my life, I’d be remiss not to include this mind-blowingly simple and entirely delicious fridge staple that comes together in less than ten minutes.
It’s my hastily written love letter to of all the unbelievable street tacos served with salsa verde cruda (IE: “raw” salsa verde) I so dearly miss in Houston, and it’s pretty much perfect on everything. Vamonos!
I have a not-so-secret confession to make : I am 1000% the girl who’ll look up your birth chart within ten minutes of meeting you, and as such – have learned my fair share about basic astrology in my 20s. (Usually after hours with a martini in hand, but I digress!)
While I usually use this info to help, inquire, or flat out read – today I’m utilizing it for something much more necessary for this bleak ass year : hope.
Am I the only one gooped and gagged that carbs have made the comeback of a lifetime in quarantine?
It makes sense, I guess. It’s cheap, it’s filling, and more than anything.. comforting in a time of mass uncertainty while we watch the world burn/heal/etc. It’s fucking crazy, y’all. But you know what’s crazy.. good? Pasta. Fresh, homemade pasta.
I’m here to show you how quickly and easily this little culinary escape can be yours:
Listen, y’all – we’re in a shithole dumpster fire era that we’ll look back on as our ‘Great Depression”. It’s insanity – I refuse to try and wrap my head around it, and am staying the hell home at all costs unless the end-of-times supply of wine I bought runs out (priorities). This being said, we’ve gotta try and find some joy and normalcy amongst the madness.
Here’s my best tips to do so, chilled glass of Rosé firmly in hand:
Well, we did it! We ate, drank, and explored the best of NOLA with our little diva and relative ease.
To be honest, I’m shocked – Martini’s personality is unpredictable at best and he doesn’t exactly love strangers. This was definitely a social experiment and parenting test and I’m happy to report, we passed with flying colors! But you know, kind of in that fluke way that you ace a test in middle school – with zero studying and the magic of your subconscious that retained info while you were half napping in class.
Here’s what we got up to:
Well, you heard it here first – these rebels aren’t heading up North to spend Thanksgiving with the family. (Too cold, too close to when we have to go back for Christmas.) SO – New Orleans getaway it is!
Here’s how we plan to spend our time in everyone’s favorite adult playground with our five pound bundle of joy:
Ok, y’all – the silent rumors are true. I have become a bit of a.. decorator? The walls are no longer blank. Pinot Grigio is being drunk. SOMETIMES with ice. I’m one closet full of Vera Bradley away from turning into my mother in law. (Which, tbh – I’d be lucky! She’s great. But still – cue panic attack from the last shreds of my youth, you know?)
I can’t lie, though – evenings at our house are insanely cozy and bring me so much joy now. I don’t think I’ve necessarily gone overboard, but celebrating the changing of seasons (especially Halloween! Who doesn’t love a bit of frivolous debauchery? If the answer is anything less than an enthusiastic yes, kindly see yourself out of this blog) lightens my inevitable SAD and makes life feel more grounded and happy.
SO, I’m going to tell you how I did it in a foolproof way that didn’t turn our house into something juvenile, messy, or worse – a clashing mess.
