Favorite Friday - Frappe

I can seriously get down with a caramel frappe in the summer.  Actually I can get down with a frozen drink in the summer or the winter, but the same is not true for hot beverages in the summer.  My favorite summertime frappe is not from good ole' Starbucks (Although, I do really enjoy a venti unsweetened black iced tea with two splendas) but rather McDonalds ! Something about those McCafe beverages just lights my fire.

 Small caramel frappe with extra caramel sauce.  Yum!

"She eats takeout on china, and serves champagne with pizza."

So as I said, I do not enjoy a hot coffee in the summer, but what about you?

Summa Sizzla

I think it's safe to assume that my wishes for a hot summer have come true, in more ways than one.  Between the heat and my husband making sure that I get to do everything that I want, I am having the best summer!  Typically we are home bodies and enjoy the comforts of home cooking and our couch.  This season though has lit a fire up under our tushes and we have been bee-boppin all over Metro Detroit bars, festivals, concerts, you name it.

This weekend was no different.  DJ and I had a 50th birthday party to attend, but after we hit up the Pig and Whiskey even in fashionable Ferndale, centered around WAB a.k.a  Woodward Avenue Brewery.  Lots of ribs, pulled pork, BBQ, beers and of course whiskey were being tasted, tested and sampled in the hot hot heat.  It was smokey and sweaty and an awesome night all around.  The Detroit Cobras played the last show of the night and the killed it as usual. 

 Beer Tent Madness

 Raspberry Blonde - nom nom nom

After some outside shenanigans DJ and I migrated over to Small's Bar to meet up with some old friends that just moved back to town from Florida (well actually Muskeegon, but they lived in Florida before that).  DJ, is thrilled to have his long time best friend back.  We showed up late in the evening but immediately we were caught up to speed on two important topics.  First of all the juke box was ahh-mazing with everything from The Cramps to The Eagles of Death Metal and best of all you get 18 plays for $5!  Second, one of DJ's ex-girlfriend's names was on the bathroom wall in a very unflattering fashion.  (as if a name on a men's stall door would ever be flattering)  Ahhh, it was a hilarious and fun place to end the evening. 

This summer is by far one of the best summers I have ever had and my birthday is in only 3 weeks.  It's my birthday month people! Hollar leos ;)

 "Keep your heels, head and standards high."

Just Another Manic Monday

Whooooaaa, whooooaaa.  I wish it were Sunday for real.  I've been riding the lazy bus all day today wishing I was in my lazy pants on the couch.  Last night was a late one for us Bloomingburgs.  We went out to dinner and a movie with another couple and didn't get to bed until after 1am.  On a Sunday?!?!? (you ask in shock and dismay) Yes, that's right.  I put on a brave face and enjoyed every minute.  That is until my alarm went off this morning at 6:30am, reminding me of the fact that I had to work out and then head in to work.  (I hit the snooze 3 times)

Dinner was delish though and we went to see Crazy, Stupid, Love with that hottie McHottie Ryan Gosling.  Gah! It was so good.  I mean so good.  If you didn't see it this weekend, GO!

 Dayum.

 It was a long day after a busy weekend, but I must say, I love spending time with good friends, listening to good music, eating delicious food and feeling exhausted on a Monday because my husband makes sure we take advantage of every minute of our beautiful life together.

"Work hard.  Have Fun. No Drama."

Ten Images of Inspiration - Tattoos

Keeping up with yesterdays theme, I thought I would be inspired by some beautiful body art that I found on Pinterest.  There is just something so sexy about men and women adorning their bodies with ink.

And while all of these tattoos are gorgeous, I must say that my friends tattoos are even better.  Seriously, I have some hot friends with even hotter ink, unicorns and all. :)

I will dare to just do what I do, be just what I am, and dance whenever I want to. - Beverly Williams

Ink

I got my first tattoo last year.  I started a little late, but just like everyone said it would be, getting tattooed is addicting.  I went to Lucky Monkey in Ann Arbor, MI.  After a lot of thought about what my first tattoo would be, I decided to get quite a large piece.

 A peacock on my side.

I walked into the tattoo parlour on a Friday afternoon to an artist about drawing something up for me.  I talked to an guy named Jesse Stark and told him that I wanted a peacock that looks like something like what you might find on a grandmothers wallpaper.  He said to come back next week and he would have something for me.  I came back the following week and he had two options for me.  Both were amazing! I could hardly decide.  I chose this design because it was a big more intricate.  After I saw how beautiful the drawings alone were, I felt totally confident.   It took two sessions, each about an hour and a half.  I was warned that this is the most sensitive area to have tattooed and to be honest, I'm glad I didn't have a previous reference to compare the pain to because I probably wouldn't have lasted.  Jesse gave me the option to take as many breaks as I wanted, but I just wanted to get through it and enjoy the finished product.   And to be honest, I absolutely love it.  It's exactly what I wanted.

This was not the first tattoo I planned to get but I'm so glad I did.  It turned out amazing and I get tons of compliments.  I've spent the last year wanting more and more.  Last week, I went back in to get my second tattoo.  This was my original plan for a first tattoo.

It seems more appropriate for a small amount of script on my forearm, as a first tattoo, but the peacock was just too beautiful to wait on.  This has been my favorite quote for years.  It's a line from the song by The Doors called "Soul Kitchen".  There is something about those lyrics that just struck a chord with me.  It's just so true.  I always thought that when people said that they could forgive but never forget that they were insane.  You can't forgive if you can't forget and move past the situation, whatever it may be.  

"Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen, Warm my mind near your gentle stove"  The Doors

Worst Dressed

GQ Magazine just ranked the Top 40 Worst Dressed Cities in America and lucky #31 goes to...that's right you guessed it, Detroit!

"We don't kick people when they're down, and we don't mock their dress when times are tough. Few cities have been hit harder in the decade past than Detroit. But it's not the poor and unfortunate that are the prime offenders in the D. No, it's the moneyed that singe our eyes and steal our souls. Consider disgraced former mayor Kwame Kilpatrick and his penchant for pinstripes, broad-shouldered suiting, and unbearably prideful cigar-chomping. A city weeps from hardship, while fat cats sully a once-proud town's blue collar grit with fat, ungainly lapels."—Sean Fennessey

Damn-it-all if that Kwame Kilpatrick won't stop bringing our city down. 

Despite being voted the #31 worst dressed city in America, my husband and I powered through our tears and did some shopping.  I apparently am really into wild animal prints and colors this season.  My husband of course is sticking with the classics, black and plaid. 

Style and fashion are 100% in the eye of the beholder so I'm willing to take this news with a grain of salt.

"You know what the midwest is? Young and restless. - Kanye West

Weekend Wardrobe

Back to the grind, after another awesome weekend and I have a serious case of the Mondays.  We've been having a serious Detroit heat wave so my go-to style has either been a torn-to-shreds pair of Levi's boyfriend style cut-off shorts (literally they used to be my husbands jeans), a sun dress or a bikini.  This weekend was a mix of all three.  With tons of running around to do on Saturday I went with a short sun dress and the husband was rocking it out too!

Saturday night my husband and I went downriver to the Wyandotte Street Fair to see The Detroit Cobras.  First of all, I love them, second of all the temps didn't go below about 79 degrees even at 11 o'clock at night.  So my choice to wear skinny jeans was not so smart, but I wore a pair of killer heels and enjoyed the music of one of my favorite bands.  After the show, we got to hang out with the lead singer Rachel Nagy, and while she was showing me a special, ummm, certain female pleasuring device in her truck, that she picked up on the way to the show, my husband snapped a few pictures.

Apparently he's not so hot with the photography because you can hardly see anything.  Probably for the best because both of us were fighting frizz and sweat pretty hard.

Besides a quick trip to the grocery store, Sunday was spent sun bathing at the in-laws again.  I have a hot pink bikini that I'm in love with this year.  It makes me look so tan!  I wish I was still floating around on the raft today.  Instead it's the beginning of a new work week.  Albeit, a short one (only working Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday) it's still a time suck away from my favorite bikini.

"You don't knock, strain, push a hole. The door's wide open a-waitin' for your soul. Ya don't knock, ya just walk on in." - The Detroit Cobras