Monday, March 30, 2009
Dear Birthday Fairies,
Hello. My name is Pam and on Sunday I will be officially in my late 20s. In the hopes of boosting my spirits on this whole "age" thing I have composed a birthday wish list. It includes things I have always wanted but in no way will ever buy, selfish things, selfless wishes, and things to make me feel young.
1. Mercedes SL600 with some serious bling (swaroski crystals) WOW!
2. Cure for Cancer
3. Window treatments for living room
4. Carolina Panthers to win the Superbowl this year. (Yah, I have high hopes!)
5. A husky puppy. Last year, I got my new kitten Link for my birthday. My husband says we have enough animals but I think the birthday fairies could bring me one and he would have no say!
6. All the painting in my house to be complete. Can you make this happen?
7. A pink bike with a banana seat. I used to have one when I was younger and it was the bike I learned to ride on.
8. A baby.
Yah, I said it and I meant it.
Any of these gifts would be great. In all reality I would be happy with a beautiful day spent with my husband.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I had to redo it or get rid of it.
I painted it black and bought new knobs for the drawers. I think it turned out very cute! It matches our bedroom nicely since we have the aqua, black and white thing going on.
Here are the award rules:List 7 things that you love, and then pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you love! Be sure to tag them and let them know that they have won. You can copy the picture of the award and paste it on your sideboard letting the whole world know...you are Kreativ!
1. PINK (who knew??)
2. The beach on a hot day
4. Coach bags
5. Thrift store shopping
6. My husband, family and friends
7. My crazy animals
The bloggers I choose are:
Let me rewind to about two months ago when I got my hair cut. Love it! Well, all hell broke loose after that. For the first two weeks, every day, NO EXAGGERATIONS HERE, I got told this:
Stranger: "You know who you look like"
Me: "Umm, no, who?"
Stranger: "Rachel Ray"
Patient: "You remind me of someone"
Patient: "That woman on t.v. who cooks and has a talk show"
Me: "Rachel Ray?"
lately it has been:
Stranger/Patient/anyone in sight: "You know you look like..."
Me: (interrupting just because I am so tired of it) "Rachel Ray"
Stranger/Patient/anyone in sight: "Have you heard that before?"
Me: "Yes, only 4,390,964,958,456,435,809,358,439 times"
Okay, well I don't say it mean like that but you get the point.
To settle my question of if these people are crazy or I'm the one who is crazy I turned to my trusted husband and infamous roommate Baby Joel.
I showed them one of her cookbooks up next to my face and asked their opinions
It looked like this:
Don't get me wrong, I love Rachel Ray. I watch her show, have some of her cookware and books. I just do not know how much longer this can go on without me going crazy. It has now become a daily thing at work, no joke. Good thing I only work 3 days a week, whew.
Monday, March 16, 2009
3. Pain medication (wish I had some for myself)
4. Peritoneal Dialysis
5. Not eating
6. No sleep
As you can tell I was working all weekend. BOO! Duke winning made up for it and the fact the I came home last night to Chinese food from hubby without even asking. Awww, he can be sweet.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Last year on the weekend before the holiday we attended the St. Patricks Day parade.
We awoke early (6 am) to get dressed and head over to the pregame house (yes, that early in the morning)
Little did I know that the day after my most embrassing moment in my life so far would happen.
My life is full of embarrassing moments that I feel only make me a stronger person because I have learned to laugh it off. This particular story is by far the worst for me. Just to forewarn I am a nurse and bodily functions do not gross me out (when you get pooped, peed, vomited, etc on everyday the smells become your perfume. Yes, eau du poop is my fav scent and husband just adores that smell on me; note the sarcasm.
After the St. Patty's Day parade my husband, friends Ashley and Brandon and I went to Olive Garden. I got what I always got which was soup, salad and bread sticks. Ashley ordered the eggplant Parmesan and a salad. The boys did not get any salad at all. We gorged on this feast and continued on with the day of celebration. Later on that night around 3 am we awoke to Ashley hugging the porcelain god. Since the day consisted of "celebration" we thought nothing of it and proceed to make fun of her as we do with everyone who worships that god. The next morning she was still feeling horrible and had to drive about 4 hours home. We wished her luck and proceeded to go about our day.
Later on around late afternoon I told Jason that I was not feeling well. I went to lay on the bathroom just in case. Well, boy did I need to attend "church". My whole life flashed before my eyes as I got sick. Now, when either Jason or I get sick our house becomes a Lysol cloud and we sleep in separate rooms. He proceeded to pack up his things in the bedroom and prepare to move into the guest room for night even after I told him that we had slept together the night before and smooched during the day. I think in my head I was kinda hoping he would join me on the roller coaster ride (cruel but we like to do things together).
Anyways, I was on the bed with my head in a bucket and prayed I could get off this ride. I could not even move my head, heck could not even blink without getting sick. Later that evening Jason went to shower. Our apartment had only one bathroom. Jason and I have never had a problem going #1 in front of each other, however #2 is private and no one should witness that!
As he is showering I realize that the creature from the Black Lagoon is trying to gnaw its way out of my stomach. I manage to crawl to the bathroom with tears rolling down my eyes because I know what is coming. I tell Jason, well I sob to him,
"Stay in the shower".
He is like "What? Whats wrong? You going to get sick again?"
I then proceed to "release the beast" crying my eyes out because my husband who is suppose to think I am an adorable, beautiful woman is standing in the shower next to me as my bowels move.
Jason then proceeds to ask me if I am vomiting but midway through his sentence I think he realized what was going on. I think he actually started to laugh which led me to cry and laugh. I then proceeded to start screaming at him to "STAY IN THE SHOWER" out of fear that he would not only hear what is going on but see. He had finished his shower but stood in the bathtub with the curtain closed until I told him he could come out which was not for another 20 minutes.
Needless to say I had food poisoning from Olive Garden salad. BOO!
My husband witnessed an "explosion" that could have ruined his image of me.
However, he was the kind, caring husband he always is and took care of me.
Even if he did joke about it for a long time. That's okay though because I can tell the story now and laugh about it. By far the most embarrassing moment of my life so far. I am sure there will be many more!!!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
I found this purse today at Coach.
LOVE IT. I have always had a thing for butterflies. I have a tattoo of one of my ankle and I also own many purses with butterflies on them but this one would combine two of my loves: butterflies and Coach. Oh Birthday fairies please grant my wish for this bag come April 5.
Unfortunately, my husband just bought me a new Coach purse for my birthday at the outlets this weekend so I do not know if I will be able to convince him to get me this one also. (I will still dream and wish that he will find it in his heart to get me this).
In other news from the Dirty Durham, our trip to Aruba has been postponed due to Baby Joel not being able to get his passport. Darn Baby Joel! Its not really a big deal since hubby works for the resort company because we can go whenever. We decided since the time off has already been given to me at my job that we are still going on a vacation. Super excited to about this trip because it is in:
We wanted to go somewhere fun and a place we will not be able to go when we have children. Since we are staying in the states a lot more of our friends are not jumping on the Vegas wagon. I still have to try to get into a bikini. Bummer!
Monday, March 9, 2009
I kinda like it that way.
Yes, I would love neighbors from a security sense. They can watch after your house and vice versa. Also, it would be nice to see friendly faces in the yard, etc. I would love in some nice young couple moved in who had the same dislikes and tastes as us.
However, I am perfectly fine being alone on this street for a few months more.
On nice weekends lots of people come down our street to look at the houses. Everyone waves at us and stares because COME ON we are the freak shows of the block since we are the only ones living here. My husband, roomate and I sit out front and give thumbs up or down for the people driving by. Now, do not take this the wrong way. We are nice people, I SWEAR. We just want people to move in who are like us in the same way: young couple who like to live in a nice house with nice things, like to hang out and have fun but not Crazy Fun, barbecues, outdoor activities, people with young children, etc. This is one of the reasons we bought in our community because it is geared to these types of families.
I do not want a neighbor who is not friendly, who will call the cops when we decide to have a barbecue at reasonble summer hours, etc. We lived next to people like that before and they drove us insane.
In order to deter the "wrong" people from buying on our street we utilize this man:
He plays the part just right.
He walks out looking like this, with a beer in his hand and his hat cocked to the side. Instant neighbor repeller.
I mean, come on, he picks his belly botton lint in the driveway. How sexy would that be to live next too!??!
He yells and screams and throws his beer cans around. People really do turn around in the middle of the street and go the other way. I know I would not want to move in next to this man.
If that's not enough to scare people:
"Baby Joel" is a registered trademark of the PP residence. He in no way is like this in real life. He is a sweet, caring man who enjoys life. He does not dress nor act like this on a daily basis only when our neighborhood is at stake.
I use to hate the taste and smell of coconut. I still do not even really like pina coladas (unless they are from Margaritaville in Jamaica because those were delicious). But, lately I have become a huge fan of coconut. I guess my taste buds and scent receptors changed.
I love coconut pie. It is so good with whipped cream and coconut flakes on top. I am drooling just thinking about it.
My whole house needs to smell like it to with candles. If you don't like the smell than I guess you better plug your nose when you come to visit.
I lather myself up with Exotic Coconut from Bath and Body. I thought they discontinued this stuff but when we went to the outlets this weekend the B and B outlet had some. I bet you can smell me from where you are.
Even Haagen Dazs is in on my obsession. This ice cream has been around for about 2 years now and it is YUM YUM.
Would it be weird if I rolled myself in coconut just so I could smell and eat it all the time?
P.S. I bet my husband would fall in love with me all over again!!!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
NOW IT IS TIME TO WATCH THE DUKE/CAROLINA GAME. I <3 Blue Devils!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I love you when you let me buy a heart shaped Cuisinart dish that will be perfect for serving many "loving" meals.
I love you more when you give me a perfect brown and blue decorative platter for my kitchen, no wait living room, umm okay so have yet to place you in your perfect spot but for $1 you will have a home!
I love your boldness for selling me a wonderful set of candle holders for my bright aqua bedroom for only $1.50 (excuse the fingerprints on glass. I have yet to clean it.)
I adore you for having the perfect shade glass bowl for my kitchen. Looks great on top of my cabinets and you only charged me $2, not even the price of coffee.
You melt my heart when you give me a large glass hurricane candle holder for my fireplace for less than the cost of the candle I will buy to place in it.
Butterflies form in my stomach when I find numerous books on your shelves for .25 cents.
I adore you for letting me find the perfect antique glass color lamp that I can fix up for my house. (I am going to paint the gold parts silver)
Oh, and lets not forget the wonderful Pottery Barn silver centerpiece dish that I made into a flowered centerpiece. Cost of dish: $2 Cost of the joy you will bring me when I look in my dining room: Priceless!
I have so many more things that I have received from my numerous (heck lets be honest biweekly trips) I wish I could go everyday!