Sunny Side Up

No, not eggs (also, I think sunny side up eggs are weird, but, that's just me)--today. Today will be a Sunny Side Up kind of day, gosh darn it. Even if I have to force it.

Even though I'm exhausted from the last two days of late nights and data entry (I.Hate.Numbers.), I did quite enjoy watching the cheerleaders at the game I attended last night.

Now, let me explain: I'm fascinated with college cheerleaders because your SP had dreams of being a college cheerleader. Those dreams were squashed when SP shattered her elbow in multiple places, 6 weeks before try-outs. Lovely. So, I'm still slightly jealous of college cheerleaders--but, lets be honest, there's no way I'd fit in those teeny little uniforms (even if I am at my DL weight, it's still not my Goal Weight).

I got to watch Burn Notice last night (I wish I was a spy) and even stayed up late to watch Jenna Fischer on Leno ("If it was an iPod, it would be a Shuffle"--nearly fell off my bed laughing--can't wait 'till Sunday!).

So, I might be tired, my eyes might look like puffy little pillows, I might need large amounts of caffeine to make it through today, but, with the help of yoga (which, I always type 'joga' the first time--why?), Diet Coke, and a post-work Target run (finishing off my Pink Package--sorry it's late), it'll be OK. And rather Sunny, if you ask me.

How is your Friday going to be?

(I still hate data entry through)

So it's not all bad....

Yes, today might be my least favorite day of my working career ever (and to beat out the time I got crapped on and puked on all in a 2 hour period from when I was a gymnastics coach is pretty impressive), but, it's not all bad.

Case in point:

I actually weigh what it says I weigh on my Driver's License! And it was a lie when I filled that sucker in 3.5 yeas ago. This was happy news I discovered on my lunch break. Thank you, WW.

Ha, take that chocolatey caramely goodness!

I win.

I'm over it

You ever have those days? No, wait, those mornings?

I spent all last night (literally. Missed Lost. Couldn't tell you what happened) re-organizing an Excel spreadsheet of 790 names. Then, my e-mail froze this morning when I tried to send it to my work computer. It's not permanently stuck on my home computer. Lovely. (which I lugged in with me to work--don't worry, it's a laptop).

Now, I get to start on a spreadsheet of 40,000 names. Because apparently I'm a Data Specialist too. I'm so not.

Oh, and I get to stay at work until 10-11 tonight. Because I'm also in charge of events.

Good times.

Anyone want to give me an advance on my book so I can quit?

But hey, at least my skin looks better, thanks to my lovely Olay product.

So, I guess it's not all bad.

Just, don't let me near chocolate or gummi bears and we'll be good.

**Update** I may have just inhaled large amount of chocolatey caramely goodness--which, cost me 4 WW points. But, it was totally worth it.... mmm...

Witty Comments: 0, Ice Storm: 1

I got to stay home and snuggle in bed with my pups last night because I decided I prefer arriving home safely rather than going to class. I'm a star student, I know (now, if this was a real class, i.e., grades, tests and whatnot, I'd be there).

I even managed to purchase Olay Daily Thermal Mini Peel face wash and my face feels downright lovely (expect the bumps that have now spread to my cheeks--hello teenage acne)--although, I would have loved to try to high rated by the lovely Kappa Prep, Neutrogena Peel, but, apparently, all the Target stores within a 5 mile radius of my house were sold out.

The Mentalist was a re-run, so, I have no witty Simon Baker obsessed comments for today. In fact, I'm feeling rather wit-less. It must be the weather.

Although, please, enjoy this ditty from A Day in the Life of SP:

On Monday, I managed to slice my finger on a child proof apple corer. Child proof! I've gone through our supply of band-aids and am now completely useless. Typing is a task. Someone, please explain how I un child proofed something?

Cause seriously. I'm all kinds of gifted.

More Confessions of a Tarnished Tiara

My lovelies, while I do try my very, very best to be a True and Proper Princess, there are times in which the jewels come off and I am forced to be real.

Times in which SP is suffering from pityriasis rosea (um, yeah, fancy word for 'weird random, non contagious, unexplainable rash') notwithstanding.

And, when it's freezing cold outside and everyone else gets to stay home from work but me.

Wouldn't it be lovely if my class was cancelled tonight? I can only hope....

The weather is supposed to get worse as the day goes on.... Fingers crossed, kids, fingers crossed.

Last night, after HRH Puppy Hanna had gotten sick and HRH Puppy Butch got scared and hit is big blocky boxer head on the footboard (poor thing!), I awoke to find a piece of chocolate on my face.... Really.... Chocolate.

Which means, I am apparently, a sleep eater these days. Luckily, I discovered it was one of those Weight Watchers chocolate cake thingies, so, I'm not overly concerned.

And before you get all worried about my sleep eating habits, please know that I went to bed starving and was hopped up on anti itch meds, which could explain a lot.

Seriously, why am I not at home in bed???

Stay warm y'all!

Musings & Monday

1. I'm falling apart. And way to young for this BS. Let me explain: I enjoy visits to hospitals where they cannot solve my ailments, then, I take a shower Sunday night and am disrupted when my laundry doing husband (bless him) screams at me to "get out of the shower now!"--where I discovered that I had somehow broken out in a rash all over my body. Which is slowly spreading to my face. Lovely. And did you know since everyone and their dog has the flu that getting an appointment is like finding a diamond? Cause seriously. And a nice cool oatmeal bath never sounded so good (did you ever have to do that when you were a kid and got chicken pox? My mom totally made me do). I don't seem to be contagious, as the husband doesn't have it. Stress, perhaps? Oh, and, I have wrinkles. I'm not thrilled.

2. So, excuse me and my lovely freak out. We'll move on. Last night, I was wildly moved and humbled to learn that a family who have steadfastly lead our youth and our local church organization over the last several years will be leaving us to serve in Mexico. To know that a family that I have had the chance to know and love will be doing an even greater service was profoundly humbling to me. I am so grateful for their service to us and am so excited for them.

3. I did more house decorating on Saturday! Thank you Pier 1 Sale. I have an awesome new arts and crafts style bookshelf i my living room. Fancy.

4. Has anyone ever tried those Olay or Neutrogena microderm abrasion kits? I'm thinking of buying one this
afternoon--my face is lookin' tired and I gotta look good for family trip to Florida.

5. Is it bad that I'm making my husband spend Valentine's Day hanging out with Disney Princesses? I might finally be able to get my mini snowglobe! Wahoo!

6. Because we're lazy people (true story) we spent most of the weekend watching TV. And more specifically USA and TNT. Which consisted of holy aviator sunglasses, Michael Weston--re-runs of Burn Notice!--and, holy Irish accent, Colin Ferrel--Miami Vice. Lovely.

7. Did I ever tell you about the time I literally bumped into Colin (we're on a first name basis) at the LAX airport Admirals Club? Best.Graduation.Present.Ever.

8. Seriously, I'm falling apart. Too young! Too young!

9. I spent Friday doing arts & crafts time at work. My desk still has glue on it. Good thing I didn't use the rubber cement I was offered. (wasn't that stuff the coolest when you were a kid? No? Just me?)

10. We're supposed to get a "wintry mix" of weather the next few days. We wanted to barbecue tonight. We aren't. Sad times. But! This means I get to make peach, mango and avocado chicken. Yummmmmm.

11. Mission: Isla Fisher look alike has began. I touched up my roots (not that I ever had any) and my hair looks fab. Now, I just need to lipo the legs.

12. Have I talked your ear off yet?

I better go. I may need to go stand in our industrial freezer--will that stop the bumps?

Happy Monday y'all! If you're near me, stay warm this week!

xoxo,

SP

I love Isla

You can bet your bottom dollar that I got my grubby little hands on this magazine as soon as I could. Even if it was during an obligatory BN stop on the way to get HRH Princess Hanna Banana from a not-so-fun vet visit (she only took 260 cc's of fluid, yay!!).

I love her.

If I can't be Giada's BFF (since apparently there's a line for this job or something), maybe I can be Isla's BFF.

We'd chat about being redheads, me specifically being a faux-redhead and then she'd tell me to always keep it because then we'd be twins.



I could play with Olive and do my Borat impression for Sacha, and he'd think I was wildly hilarious.

She'd support my writing and want to play me in the movie--because, who better to play me than my best friend? Clearly.

We could share clothes and she could give me weight loss advice (did you see her just a few months after having her baby? My word, she looks better than me and I've had no babies!) and give me the free makeup she doesn't need. I'd get late night phone calls from her whilst traveling and when I have my first child, I'd call her and she'd be on the first flight to my side. And then I'd name my daughter Isla and she and Sacha would be so thrilled (am I getting carried away? Why do I want to name my unborn children after celebrities?).


Most importantly, she could teach me how to do a fine Aussie accent and I would be invited to their wedding. Which I'm sure will be fabulous. And you know SP loves a good wedding.

Did I mention I love her?

Must lose weight. Must look like Isla.

(fyi, I hijacked the above images from allure.com)

OK, I'll admit it

I had this whole post worked out in my mind about how I was (dare I say it?........) kind of over Lost (I know! For shame!).

There. I said it.

The mental post went something like this:

"It was fantastic when my SIL lived in Hawaii and would report back on seeing the cast around the island and about random scenes being filmed. Then they killed off Charlie and I did not like that. Then they got all January - May on us and by the time the next season starts, I'd forgotten what happens. Also, I'm easily confused. This doesn't mean I don't love the show and think it's totally brilliant and awesome, but, it does mean that I might not be as OCD about it as I once was. (I say this now. Let's talk next week. I may be creating a Lost Patch, a la Nicoderm)."

Annnnd, after last night, I'm fairly certain that I will being the patent process on my Lost Patch today.

I'm addicted yet again. (stupid show!)

PS.

While I'm admitting things, I might as well tell you that a few years ago I swiped a rubber duckie that is wearing a tiara from my kid sister. It sits on my sink and I hide it whenever my family comes to visit. I feel terrible, but, it's a totally fitting rubber duckie and I love it. She hasn't ever asked about it. I'm the worst big sister ever (even though I bought her Heelies last year, a friggin expensive a** art set the year before, and multiple seasons of Full House plus a Nintendo DS this year)!

Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to un-tarnish the tiara and figure out a way to solve world peace, hunger and adopt all the orphans. All before lunch.

SP resumes her petty behavior

We aren't going to let a little ulcer get in the middle of SP's snarky Princess-y behavior.

I went to class last night. I had a slight anxiety attack and considered running out before the professor arrived. I didn't. I stuck it out. Because I am brave. I still suck at l'italiano. Language is not my forte. English or otherwise.

And then, I went home. Where I hogged the remote so I could flip back and forth between Troy and The Mentalist.

I'm sorry, did you think I was going to spout scholarly words about Presidential Inaugurations or discuss The First Lady's fashion choices? Ha. You've come to the wrong place.

Here, we discuss my never ending effort to lose weight (and the fact that someone is going to have to pry this chocolate croissant out of my hand--damn WW points!), chick lit (mainly, mine),babies (only cute ones), Target finds, shoes, and men with accents.

I really like that Erica Bana.

And, Simon Baker too (obvs).

And then my husband and I had a really long semi-argument over how much Brad Pitt butt is seen in Troy. I claim it's no more than Legends of The Fall (which always makes me want to move to Montana), he claims it's more. Anyone have an answer (for real)?

Wow. Did I really just blog about Brad Pitt's bum? (help)

Have I traumatized you enough? Are you still my friends? Should I go hide under a rock now?

Cover Girl

Well, not quite.

But, the horribly smug SP will promote this as far as she can.

If you fancy to know a bit more about SP (but you gotta keep it hush hush) you can pick up the February edition of D CEO magazine and find yourself a lil pic of yours truly.

I realize this isn't exactly like being featured in the New York Times or anything, but, for this little country raised chick, it's wildly exciting. Almost as exciting as when a pitch I sent got picked up in the AP. Now, that was an exciting day.

Onto more important things...

It is a horrendous shot, taken just days after the wisdom teeth removal, and I must say, I look drugged.

I have never felt so glam in my entire life.

Musings & Monday

1. Loving the 3 day weekend y'all--I figure if you're going to feel like butt, it's nice to at least have another day to recover.
2. Still no definite answer as to what was causing me to feel like death. My doctor friend thinks possibly an ulcer--my family concurs. Lovely! I've been put on some meds, which I think is helping. Thank you for your concern--I really appreciate it! I'm feeling better :)
3. Yeah, haven't been following my WW points the last few days--it's pretty hard to be motivated to lose weight when you feel like ick. A little worried about weighing in tomorrow, but, oh well.
4. I'm at home. Watching Giada. I love her. I want to be her. Or her BFF. Would it be weird if I named my firstborn after her? Cause I'm considering it.
5. Class starts on Tuesday. Sure. I'm actually really nervous because I was feeling lost in l'italiano towards the end. I see office hours in my future.
6. Hanna puppy is at the vet. Husband is at the dentist (he lost a chunk of tooth!!)--we are just blowing through our Benefits like crazy.
7. Note to self: You know when you mom told you to always have on clean undies because you don't want to be in a car crash and in the hospital with, um, you know? I have decided that also applies to shaving your legs. Let me tell you, nothing classes up those lovely hospital gowns like 5 days worth of hair growth (don't judge me, it's winter). I know, I'm a winner.
8. I was considering cleaning my bedroom and bathroom today, but, you know, I make take a raincheck on that one. Clearly, I am a Domestic Goddess.

Well my lovelies, I better go--Giada is throwing a Moroccan party and I have to go pretend I'm invited.

Have a lovely day!

xoxo,
SP

My doctor makes house calls

Sort of. BFF C's husband is a doctor (C just happens to be a lawyer--I know!), but, not a practicing doctor and after 3.5 days of excruciating pain and several nights of hysterical tears, I broke down and called him. Because I'm afraid of actually going to a doctor or hospital, duh.

He doesn't think I'm dying, which is good, because I'm not ready yet (I haven't learned Italian!), but suggested I call a doctor or check-y check myself into the ER if it doesn't get better. Now, please, allow me to replay the convo with another doctor's assistant this AM:

Me: "Hi, I need an appointment today. Like now. I need to get in as soon as possible. I'm in intense stomach pain and can hardly breathe. I've been sick since Monday and I can't work, I can't sleep, I can't do anything. I need help."
Assistant: "OK, how about 11:15--"
Me: (thinking to self 'well, that's a little early, I am on deadline today.... whatever') "Great!"
Assistant: " On Monday."
Me: "OK. There's nothing earlier? I need to come in today."
Assistant: "No."
Me: "Not even a referral?"
Assistant: "No. Can I get your name and insurance?"

So, after twenty minutes of "No, that's not how you spell my name!" and "I told you I have insurance" later, I ask about the cancellation policy:

Assistant: "Oh, you want to cancel?"
Me: "No, but, if I need to cancel, I mean, I need to see someone today, and, so, if I cancel on Sunday, will you charge me? Since it's 24 hours notice?"
Assistant: "Um... No. I think you'll be OK. I just cancelled it."
Me: "WHAT?"
Assistant: "Oh. You meant our cancelation policy? It's OK. I'll fix it.....So, you're coming in for stomach pain?"
Me: (very annoyed at this point, because yeah, sure, stomach pain, take some Advil and Maalox, you're good to go, this is like death) "Well, yes, stomach pain. I can't eat, I'm the size of a house, I'm nauseous, I am so puffy that I can't breathe, it's putting pressure on my back, my ribs and my chest and I'm in severe, severe pain."
Assistant: (in an all too chipper tone) "OK, see you Monday."

So, I have an appointment on Monday (which I am fairly certain I will be cancelling today).

If I have to suffer through this on my 3-day weekend, there is a real chance someone might get hurt. Besides me.

Wish me luck.

Any doctors out there?

**Update**
After being harassed by my "second mothers" at work (bless them) my husband picked me up and took me to the ER. After 4 hours and numerous lovely tests later, I was discharged with several prescriptions, a referral to another doctor, and instructions to come back if I'm still in pain in 12 hours. It's been 2 and I still want to die. BFF C's husband called to check on me--I get the feeling he thinks it's an ulcer. Fun!

Thanks for your kind words and concern--hopefully this will pass in the next few hours. Until then, I'm takin' my meds and goin' to sleep.