This song is just so lovely; it makes me smile to see such a wholesome girl singing about hanging out with her friends. Have a good weekend followers.
Love,
V
Daytona Days
During our relaxing stay at the beautiful Daytona Beach I finally got some time to just be with my babies (Buster and Chloe), and my best girlfriend Kim and her dog (Chauncy). Mark and Kim’s husband, Brian, took the kids to Harry Potter Land and Disney for a couple days.
This freed Kim and I up to relive our glory days, when we used to Spring Break in Daytona when we were Tri-Delts at Miami University. Oh the times we used to have, going to second with Mark, when he was a Kappa Sigma, under the boardwalk and getting the perfect tan.
But, oh how the times have changed. When these kids weren’t throwing up into trashcans they were licking alcohol off each others’ midriffs. There’s no way that is hygienic. Imagine how appalled Kim and I were as alum seeing the current Tri-Delts unable to handle their liquor and stumbling around like they never had a drink in their life. Kim and I decided we had enough when Chauncy tried to lick up the vomit of some wasted frat boy.
No worries though we plan on salvaging our break with a trip to the Saks outlet tomorrow.
Love,
V
PS- Dogs love the beach!
Spring Break
It’s that time of year again, spring break for the kids. I finally convinced Mark to take the week off from P & G. So, me, Mark and the kids are packing up the Escalade and heading down to the Condo in Daytona for the week. We haven’t been able to get away since at least new years (let me tell you, nearly four months of this weather is too long for anyone person to tolerate).
Let’s just say the Condo is to DIE FOR! Daytona is the perfect location; I get the beachfront, and it’s just a short drive to Orlando for Mark and the kids. We even gave Consuela the week off. Well all right Consuela didn’t want to come even though I told her there would be more people who speak her language here. I only want what’s best for her, and it’s better this way. Space would’ve been at a minimum between the weimaraners’ cages and all the kids’ boogie-boards.
As long as I can keep the kids at Disney and Mark on the golfing greens I might actually be able to fine some serenity for myself this trip. There is nothing like relaxing on the beach with the gorgeous Buster and lovely Chloe, for company. And to top it all off, later in the week my best friend Kim is flying down with her family and we are going to hit the Saks outlet.
Love,
V
My lovely home, and how I reaffirmed that my neighbor is a witch with a b!
I could DIE! My lovely and dear friend Kim has a cousin who works as a photographer for Northern Kentucky Homes Magazine, and they asked your’s truly if I would consider having photos of my home featured in the May edition (I later discovered this was after one of those Bengals’ wives cancelled). I was ecstatic at this opportunity especially with the quick completion of the wine cellar (it’s all granite), and immediately put Consuela on Deathcon 5 overdive to get the house in shape for the photographers. I’ve never seen floors get buffed so quickly; Mark almost slipped on the wax on the stairs. This was on a Monday, and the photographers came Thursday. They would’ve never guessed we had two gorgeous children nor 2 beautiful pure bred AKC registered Weimaraners.
The photo shoot went without a hitch, that was until they were leaving and low and behold who was standing next to their van on the street was that nosy no good b Tamera from across the street. She had the nerve to complain that the van was blocking her private drive, when it was a good ten feet away. I guess she had an emergency and needed to go somewhere in her Honda Civic. And I’m not worrying about her reading this because I just had Zach encript the Wi-Fi so that heifer can’t free load anymore off our internet.
She acts like the world owes her everything just because her husband flies for Delta. And this isn’t the first time she’s been up in my grill. Back in September she complained about the noise from my charity luncheon to help the children in Consuela’s home village (I don’t know where it is I just sign the checks), and let me just tell you my Baptist friend Barbara was there and we were not even drinking. Maybe if she didn’t have her ear pressed to my privacy fence all the time she wouldn’t have complained. Honestly, I do not pay all that money in Home Owner Association fees to have to put up with that white trash from Ludlow.
I am incensed, but the kids need to be picked up from school and the dogs have to get dropped off at the groomer. I need to maintain some semblance of composure, but rest assured I will have Mark have a word with that busy body’s husband, or have Consuela talk to her pool boy (who does a little bit more than changing filters if you know what I mean).
Love,
V
The Fort Thomas Bubble
Yesterday on my way to have my hair done I decided I would stop to grab a bit of luncheon with my girlfriend Debbie. Debbie, unbeknownst to me, had been out running errands with her friend Gayle. If there is one person that I dislike more than my neighbor Tamera, it’s the pretentious pretentious PRETENTIOUS Gayle.
Gayle is from Fort Thomas, and she loves to let you know it. People from Fort Thomas seemingly live in a bubble. They never have to leave Campbell County (one of the three counties that make up the REAL Northern Kentucky), and you would think from the way they go on that it’s heaven (aka Ladies’ shoes at Nordstrom), but it is a LIE.
The one thing that people from Fort Thomas all love to do is talk about how they’re from Fort Thomas. I don’t know where they get off! You’re SO special living in your 1950’s 1,100 square-foot detached bungalows. You’re so fantastic. Literally the only good thing in Ft. Thomas is the school system, and of course it better be considering they expel students with sub-par performance and send them to the county high school right before exams and state testing.
These bourgie people leave a taste almost as terrible as “Wild Irish Rose” $2 wine in my mouth. Cake-eaters one and all, get off your high-horse and quit looking down your nose at the rest of Northern Kentucky, because I certainly don’t look twice out of my Escalade’s tinted windows when I drive by your exit on my way to Kenwood.
Love,
V
PS- If you skipped part of the above entry, Ft. Thomas sucks! It sucks the awesome from Northern Kentucky like my mother-in-law sucks pits out of the olives in her martini.
Wine Cellar Fiasco
So, I grew up in a small house in Hyde Park. There were no butler pantries; Consuela sure don’t need the space, and my best friend Kim is always saying I should do something in there. So, then Mark had the bright idea that we make it into a wine cellar to accomodate our ever growing collection of Chilean, Argentine and French wines (and no Consuela is not from any of those countries).
From day one, DAY ONE, Consuela has been having a fit over the workers tracking in dirt and mud on our marble floors. What am I paying her for? And to be quite frank I’ve had it up to here! What the h can I say to the workers? She’s the one that speaks their language, not me. Mark has been no help, staying late at the P & G Towers, where he works every night this week.
Between the construction, the animosity between Consuela and the workers, and driving the kids to and from school, tennis practice, golf lessons, and ballet classes (because how else is Lindsay supposed to get into the School for the Creative and Performing Arts?) I am losing my mind, especially when I have to fill up the Escalade. I don’t even want to begin to tell you how much that costs ($85.72)! Kim and I are going to have to do some serious retail therapy to sort ourselves out. Thank God we are within driving distance of Nordstroms and a Saks.
LOVE,
V
Steals and Deals of Nordstrom
Bust out your defibrillators because you will not believe the deals I got at Nordstrom’s today. Kim and I hit hard, but then again we always do. I’ve been searching for that perfect pair of nude peep-toe heels all winter, and I finally found them right on the cusp of Spring. These Jimmy Choos were a steal at $725. Let’s keep these deals rolling Kenwood!
Well, I’ve gotta run Mark just opened up a bottle of Yellow Tail Merlot.
Love,
V
Dear Diary,
My name is Victoria, but everybody knows me as Vicki.Mark and my friend Kim suggested that I begin blogging as a way to express myself, now that the kids are in school, and Consuela manages the house.
I feel like I should better introduce myself. I live in Triple Crown in Northern Kentucky (NOT to be confused with Kentucky). I live with my husband Mark, our two well-behaved children Lindsey and Zach, our two dogs Buster and Chloe, and of course our house-keeper of eight years Consuela. Okay so she doesn’t live here but she sure as h spends all of her time here cleaning our gorgeous 20,000 sq. ft., 8 bedroom, 4 and 2 1/2 baths, 4 car garage home. Who could ask for more? Well as Mark likes to say, “You always can Vicki.” So next week we’re beginning the construction of our wine cellar.
When I’m not keeping up with the kids and Mark in my white 2007 Escalade, or trying to understand what in the h Consuela is saying (The English is not her first language, and I’d tell you where she’s from but I can’t pronounce it.) I enjoy shopping at Kenwood (Nordstroms) with my girls Kim and Debbie. Then I top my day off with a glass of wine. I am a Franzia connoisseur.
Well that’s me, your average Northern Kentucky housewife (except for the stuck up hussies in Fort Thomas). I gotta go supervise Consuela in the kitchen because sometimes her exotic cooking does NOT agree with Mark.
Love,
V
