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F.A.F.

This week’s F.A.F. is celebratory- Bev is sling-free, folks! In honor of this occasion, I’ve set up a night of merriment for myself.

My boy, Rick, is coming over to provide some beautiful music while I sit on my couch, dick around on the internet, and drink champagne. Rick is one of my Funny Animal Friday favs- you can read about him here and here. 

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Rick still enjoys life as a truck driver, but his real aspirations are to be on American Idol, and subsequently, tour with Adele. For now, I’m just hoping he’s learned more tunes than ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb’ and keeps his freakin’ paws off my champagne.

-Bev

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It’s a Sling Thing

Ya know how, sometimes, you’re out at Target or the grocery store, wearing your team’s gear and you’ll get a random smile, nod, high five, or ‘Go Team’ from a stranger? Turns out the same thing happens when two people are wearing slings. More the smiles/nods, but it happens. I feel like I’m in a secret club. I wonder if there’s a secret handsha…. probably not.

-Bev

Saint West

I have to say I absolutely love this name choice. I was (and still am) put off by ‘North’ but Kimmy nailed it with Saint. Only because I think we all know what’s really going on here:

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I’m also willing to bet that Kanye got to pick North, and Kim chose Saint.

Cheers, Saint, North, Kim, and Reggie!

-Bev

F.A.F.

 

It’s time for an early Christmas present, readers. I’ve been keeping this one up my sleeve for a while now, but he just can’t stand to be contained any longer.

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His name is Jules, and I’m pretty sure that’s creme brulee. 

-Bev

Just… creme brulee.

Hello

OK, I finally just watched the Jimmy Fallon ‘amazing classroom instruments’ video of ‘Hello’ by Adele. I just gotta tell ya- I like Jimmy Fallon and all, but by God- you give Beverly Goldenstein a goddamned spoon that she beats against her chin, and she sounds amazing while Adele sings next to her.

On to the next one, Fallon. Please.

-B.G.

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We’re Just Klose Like That

Finally watching yesterday’s Keeping Up episode, where Kim flew to New Orleans solely for the food. Just when I thought we couldn’t be more simpatico… (OK, yes, I know I go more for the booze, but I do love me some etouffee)

I am also totally hoping that going to New Orleans makes Kim all Regstalgic (that’s code for Reggie nostalgic), she leaves Kanye for him, they live in New Orleans forever, and we become best friends when I move there. Stranger things have happened, people. Stranger things have happened in this family, actually, so I’m not letting that dream die just yet.

Aaaaaand, Bev is predicting the baby is born within the next week. I have absolutely no reason to think that. Other than the fact that Kim and I are likethis. 

-Bev

F.A.F.

Some F.A.F.s have  a special place in my heart, for various reasons. The first one I ever saw, my favorite ones, and the ones that I actually know/have met, etc. 

This week’s F.A.F. falls in that last category; I have actually met this little bundle of joy. It’s the animal cousin of my good friend, Petunia Smalls. I present to you…. Dave.

 

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Dave is a pilgrim. Naturally.

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Dave is also a girl, which is part of the reason I love him (yes, I know I should call him a ‘her’ but for some reason, I like to use masculine pronouns for Dave. He doesn’t mind as long as someone keeps his glass of Cab full).

Happy Thanksgiving, Dave. And all of you readers.

-Bev

New Shit Has Come to Light

Well, a lot has happened since you last heard from me…

I survived the 11-hour road trip on Friday with Sam. Last two hours were less than fun.

I survived another 3+ hour road trip on Saturday morning. Passed the time by counting the 56 cars in the ditch along the way. Also less than fun.

I partied for 13+ hours at my team’s football game/in my college town off 45 minutes of sleep the night before (and didn’t die).

I got in a few quality hours with the nieces, where I actually uttered the words, “Girls, you can’t tickle me. I might have to move my foot, and that might hurt my back.” I used to think I was the cool aunt.

I went on an all-day shopping trip with Maude and MamaG. Got those nieces hooked up, so ‘cool aunt’ status might be back again someday soon.

And then I fell off of a hoverboard, and sprained/jammed, and possibly fractured my arm. So now, Smokey G and I are in matching left arm slings (his still from his rotator cuff surgery a few weeks ago). It’s not a big deal, because Mama G isn’t preparing for the largest Thanksgiving crowd she’s ever had or anything. 19 people are showing up at the Goldenstein residence for lunch tomorrow, with another 9 showing up in the late afternoon, and for round 2. It’s high octane around here, people.

-B.G.

F.A.F.

This week’s F.A.F. also qualifies as ‘F.B.F’- Flashback Friday… as I’ll be rolling home 11 hours with ol’ Sammy in the car again. This time, the ‘no A/C’ won’t be a factor, but the ‘winter storm warning’ might be. Wish Tin Cup and me luck on our journey that a) we don’t go in the ditch, and b) Sam doesn’t touch me.

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TGIF, folks!

-Bev