Weekends are meant to be enjoyed to the fullest. I consumed most of my Sunday cleaning, crafting, and being an NSYNC Twitter groupie – so I apologize for the lackluster post on this wonderful Monday morning.
I promise the rest of the week will be better, but I wanted to give you some weekend moneymakers for me. These are the 3 moments that really just shined for the short work break.
Brunch is meant to be enjoyed with friends and not one, but two birthday girls. Along with brunch, you are required to partake in mimosas and chit chat about the Queen herself, Beyonce. You will shower your co-sister (we moved beyond co-workers a long time ago) with gifts and love because she is worth it. All while proceeding to tell her to hold those tears back, because you refuse to let her ruin her make up. Pictures are a must and we showed out. I am so thankful for the wonderful people that Teacup Chihuahua has bought into my life (along with her feisty and beautiful self).
Spoiled pups are exactly what they are called, spoiled. I managed to get some quick sewing projects in with not one, but two puppy beds. Jonah is slowly understanding the concept of his puppy bed, since he decided to chew the door off his crate. Leo would much rather lay on the couch and have his bed on top of him; he lives such a hard life. I think they are both very happy with the new beds and I just have one more to make for the littlest (but top) dog of the house. No tutorial, because its not like its rocket science to make a dog bed. You can find tutorials any and everywhere these days.
The last gem of the weekend was Justin Timberlake (and *NSYNC) owning the VMAs. We knew it was going to be epic when *NSYNC joined the Twitterverse, when knew it would be epic when Justin tweeted those chrome tipped shoes, and epicness arrived when the video montage started up prepping us for the arrival of the newly appointed President of Pop.
You heard that right, the President of Pop and he ruled his nation of followers. We were taken through all of the sweet sounds of our fearless pop leader. He wooed us to be his senorita, made a few of us cry a river, and I’ll be the first to admit that I was rocking my body the entire time. Then the Barclays Center darkened and the mood shifted from memories to stardom. We were about to become witnesses of the single greatest moment since the 2000 VMAs with the gnarly dance screens.
Flanking our beloved President of Pop, 4 figures ascended from the stage to create the ultimate boy band of the 90s and 00s, *NSYNC. The sound that came from my body was unnatural, I can tell you this because throat burned from the sheer pain of the scream. That sweet pain continued as I
sang screamed two short songs and mimicked my best Bye, Bye, Bye moves in my living room. I lived again. Regardless of how short the moment was, it was so sweet and a sight I never thought I would ever see.
Bravo Weekend! BRAFUCKINGVO!