Frack You Friday & Shoegasm - Oh Yes I Can

It's Friday.  And I'm on my way to spend some time with my cousin.  Can you say "girls weekend", no kids, no husbands, just some girls, out having fun.

I only have one big frack you this week.  Shocker.  I love that Christy and Boobies run this little thing that I can let it all out. 

Frack me for sleeping in on Thursday.  I have worked full time for 34 years.  I have never overslept my alarm for more than 10 minutes.  Oh, but Thursday was a whole new experience for me.  My alarm started its chiming, I reached over, turned it off and promptly fell back to sleep.  1 hour and 20 minutes later, I woke up.  Look at my clock, had a total freakout.   Now, as you have seen from my photo's, I do not have the hair that you can just throw in a ponytail and call it an oops day.  Nope, I needed to shower.  I was an hour and a half late for work.  I know, some of you are always late.  This is no big deal for you.  It was a huge deal for me.  If I'm not to work 15 minutes early, I'm late.  Of course, my fellow co-workers had a hayday teasing me about it.  One of them even had this to say, "There are 3 things that you are always know is a constant, death, taxes, and Dazee never being late".  Hopefully I won't be doing that again soon.

It's also Friday's Shoegasm day. 

This weeks shoe of wow is this cute little number.  Cute but uber expensive.  I will not be buying this shoe EVER, and not because it's a stiletto, but well, I just can't spend that kind of money on a shoe.  I could go on a mini vacation with hubby for the amount of money that want for these.

Roger Vivier- Tejus Origami Sandals – $1598

All sorts of awesome, but no cigar.

Ok kids, hope you have a fun day today.  After my 3-1/2 hour drive, my day will be A-W-E-S-O-M-E!!

I Went To The Lab And All I Got Was A Bruise

Yesterday was my, one week before seeing my diabetes doctor, go get your lab work done.  Just because I'm a lovely, voluptuous woman, doesn't mean I have the biggest, baddess, stick out like nothing veins.  No-sir-ree-bob.  They are these tiny little things that no one can ever find, and they have a nasty habit of either rolling or collapsing, I've heard it both ways.  Lovely.  I have given up on them trying to find them in the normal crease of the arm place.  After being stuck 2 or more times IN EACH ARM, I now tell them that they just have to use the ever friendly butterfly get the blood thingy in my hand. 

People, you think it hurts to get it in your arm.  You should try the in the hand option.  It hurts like, well, you know, insert your own word here. 

Anygettingaheadofmyselfhere, I arrive at the lab.  Fasting for my 12 hours with nothing but water to satisfy my craving.  Walk in, hand in my lab order, sit down.  Then I saw her.  Kristine.  (yes, we are on first name basis now).  I just knew I was going to freaking love her because SHE HAD PURPLE IN HER HAIR!!  I know, right.  We were kindred spirits.  When she called my name, I almost jumped out of my seat and skipped to the loo room. 

I explained my lovely little veins of horror and she said no problem.  I then told her I loved her hair.  (I've learned that if you engage in some kind of talk, they aren't so mean to you, unless you are the other lady tech that was there, and she just has that, I'm a B#$%# look and attitude)   She starts examining my right hand.  check, push, check (all you nursing type people know what I'm talking about).  Hmmm, let's try the left hand.  Check, push, check.  Hmmm.  Well your hands are pretty cold.  Why thanks, I haven't had anything but 2 bottles of water in 12 hours, you think your body just heats up by itself. 

Then, she had me do something I've never had to do before.  I had to go out and put my hands under hot water.  WTH, makes sense, since my rings seem to fit a little tighter in the summer.  She finally pulled me away from the faucet, because, damn, it was feeling nice, and I sat back down in the torture chair.  She puts the tourniquet around my wrist.  She pokes that mean old needle thing in my hand.  "Tell me if I'm hurting you".  Hell's bells, the damn vein kept collapsing.  Freak.  "I'm going to have to pull this out and try another one".  Oh goodie gumdrops.  I can't wait.

Finally, 3 viles full of blood later, I am sent to the restroom to relieve myself.  Ok, pee in a cup.  I hate that worse than getting the blood drawn if you really want to know the truth.  First I had to wait because someone else was in the loo giving it their all.  Fun times.  Imagine me, standing there, looking all awesome and stuff, holding my little cup.  I was cute, let me tell ya.

Thank goodness, I got all that done and headed out the door.  Oh, I forgot to mention that they moved the lab down the hall and around the corner from where it was before.  Ask me how stupid I felt when I took a right when I should have taken a left right out of the lab.  Not a left/right, a left as soon as I stepped out into the hallway.  Oh whatever, you get the point.

Kristine told me to never pass out on the floor in a lab.  Ummm, Kristine, TMI honey, TMI 

Is Spring Here Or Not

Spring is springing, or so the month says.  I don't know about you, but my hubby is itching to get outside and work on our backyard.  So, being the ever, want something cool for back there, I started looking on the CSN Store site for cool things that could go back there.  I came across the outdoor lighting section, and boy of boy, I found something I think would be awesome.

It's a lighted bird bath. 

Did I say lighted?  I know, huh.

 

So those dear little birds will be able to find their way in the dark.  Me and the hubby always put out a hummingbird feeder, and at our old house, we put out a seeded feeder that the birds flocked to in the winter.  I swear we had bird conventions.  I just think this item would be so awesome.  Of course, it could also become like a public swimming pool for the birds.  Lifeguards would have to be hired, kicking the birds out every hour to check the whatever they send everyone out of the pool for to check, public intoxication of the birds.  hmmmm, we better approach this decision with a lot of thought.  We wouldn't want the neighbors to be calling the cops because the birds were causing a ruckus. 

They also had some really cool lighted house number signs.  Which would be cool, because some houses haven't found it in their hearts to put house numbers on their house or mailboxes, and that's just a big pain in the buttocks trying to find a place in the dark.  Just sayin'.

Must go now, have to decide how to bring up the bird bath to the hubs.  Wish me luck.

Dear ........ 3.1.11

 Hidee-Ho to you all.  It's Tuesday which brings around another week of Dear..... letters.  The letters I like to write, good and bad to those who are in need of them.   I'm doing things a little bit different this week.  If you want to do your own dear letters, please do them.  If you want to grab my little button for your post, by all means, grab it.  I'm not going to put a "link" up.  I only have 2 people that link up, so I know if they still want to do their letters, they will grab my button and go.   So, no more pressure.  I bet you love that. Dear Some People That I Text.  A simple answer of yes, no or go to hell would certainly be nice instead of nothing.  Just sayin'.  Dear Miss L and Miss A.  Thank you so much for the little play we were invited to on Sunday night.  It was adorable.The Invitation

The Announcement at "The Theater"

Wow, that's going to be one long play

The Thespians

Costumes and all.

Dear Jayaycee Blog.  I love your blog.  You always show the cute stuff you make and then, being the creep that you are, you show food items that you make.  You know me and food are like this ~crossing fingers~.  Then you did it.  You posted a photo and recipe for monkey bread.  I have never heard of monkey bread before.  Now, I'm not sure it was a good thing I heard about it.  You inspired me to make it on Sunday.  Oh yes you did.  You are now my baking hero.  The funniest thing to come out of the whole experience is Mr C saying to his dad, "you know dad, that monkey bread looks more like monkey poop". :)

Here is the proof of the pudding.  Haha, because you use butterscotch pudding.  I'm cracking myself up here.

While you are lusting after my monkey bread, I will bid you ado.  To you, and you and you.  (you sang it, don't lie)

Love and Kisses

DAZEE