We have a winner for our Marley Lilly giveaway!!! Hey sissypoo...our winner is the lovely Emily Rehse!!!
Sorry I've been neglecting you, my darling friends, but it's a bad time to be a spoonie. Nothing will keep me down for long!
XOXO
~CAT
Monday, July 30, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
The Official 40 Before 40 List
40 Things I Will Do Before I'm 40
I should have started this list long ago...many of the suggestions I've gotten are things I've already done.
Learn to Scuba Dive
See Mt. Rushmore
See a Space Shuttle Launch
Learn to knit
Fight a fire
Go to a Phillies/Flyers/Eagles game/NASCAR race
Be in the paper
Be on the news
Volunteer, volunteer, volunteer!
Become an organ donor
Join the NRA
Swim with sharks (literal and metaphorical)
1: Hire a housekeeper
2: Be a "Groomswoman" (cheater alert...I will be on 11 Aug.)
3: Start my Post-Grad work
4: Re-read at least 3 classics
5: Finally start learning a new language
6: Volunteer...because you should ALWAYS give back
7: Not get ANOTHER speeding ticket
8: Fly from John Wayne Airport (SNA) to Reagan National Airport (DCA)
9: Visit the Ronald Reagan Foundation and Library
10: Lay a rose at Ronald Reagan's grave
11: Lay a rose at John Wayne's grave
12: Have a better health regimen
13: Be a better friend
14: Have a matching pill box and flask...definitely pink, preferably monogrammed
15: Make Sitch Happen
16: Have a pink, monogrammed knife (any and all weapons fall under this umbrella)
17: REALLY clean out my shoe wardrobe (throwing out one pair and calling it day doesn't count)
18: Purge my house
19: Spend more time with old...scratch old...longtime friends
20: Shop (a little) less for things I don't really need
21: Accept that women of a certain age and station, with the initials CAT, will inevitably be called Kitty
22: Have tungsten rings engraved at Tiffany's...a la Holly Golightly
23: Give up trying to explain to people that, in the book "Breakfast at Tiffany's," they're prostitutes...people!!! Yes, I'm going to let that go...
24: Clean up my language
25: Be less judgmental (never going to happen)
26: Get my Cartier Love Bracelet
27: Be grateful, every day
28: Create the perfect pink cocktail
29: Be a stronger woman
30: Learn to refinish that gross table in the garage that DH has dragged everywhere since the Colorado School For Wayward Boys
31: Start taking yoga classes
32: Learn how to get my car to talk to me (No, I don't read instruction manuals...don't judge me)
33: Have a better poker face
34: Learn to play poker
35: Stop stockpiling things (unless they're on sale or hard to come by)
36: Finally learn how to use my Kindle Fire
37: Stop taking things so personally
38: Clean out my email
39: Start a 50 by 50 list
40: Look much younger than 40!!!
And the list goes on:
1: Visit the Vatican
2: Go to the World Cup
3: Learn to Fly a Plane
Friday, July 13, 2012
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Daytona
I think we can all agree that, since 9/11, the face of terrorism has changed...I just failed to realize how much!
Husband and I have just returned from the family's annual trip to Daytona. People say "getting there is half the fun." And that's generally true...as long as you upgrade, of course. This time, forget "getting there"...just getting to our seats was about all the fun I could handle.
We had an uneventful drive to the airport...but for the fact that we had to fly out of McCarran (LAS) not Ontario (ONT)...as there were no upgrades available for ONT. I always check ONT first because it is easy to get to, easy to navigate, and closer to my home. Also, because I know that if terrorists ever try to take it over, Jack Bauer will rescue me...and the other people there, too, I guess...but, whatever, not my problem. The drive to Vegas isn't that much longer and...thank you nice people at Sirius...I have 80s on 8.
We park, easy peasy, unload the car, and, as we head from parking garage to airport, J began to question the wisdom of not having called ahead for a wheelchair. It was too late at that point, so as a friend would tell me, I Rangered Up, and continued. At the ticketing counter, no one was manning the First Class line, so we waited far too long. But...onward.
At this point, we reach the TSA Agent before the metal detectors, who compares your ID to your ticket. J and I presented our military IDs and tickets. He compares DH's ID picture to his face and name to ticket and hands it back to him. My turn. He stared!!! Used different angles and lighting! He finally asks for a second form of ID...dude...are you kidding me? I hand him my driver's license. UH-OH...it's expired. He lets the expiration slide with a stern warning and then starts the comparison dance again...both IDs and me...back and forth...squinting, staring, doing the hokey f*cking pokey. With a dirty look he returns my documents and sends us to the metal detector line. Again...this was the First Class line!!! Seasoned travelers, everything is neatly in bins, all computers out, quart size bag of anything even semi-liquid, shoes and sweater off...let's roll. Then we get pulled out of THAT line to go thru the body scanner thingy.
Don't get me wrong...I am a safety nut. I have been since I worked with a wonderfully security conscious (read: paranoid lunatic) officer for 2 years at the Sheriff's Dept. back home. J is also a bit hyper-aware (read: slightly obsessed) of Force Protection. I'm all for any safety measures necessary to keep our nation safe...at the airport...or anywhere else. I understand and support the need for our Govt. not to lay everything bare to the masses. Though I disagree with the way most gun nuts interpret the 2nd Amendment, I AM a gun nut!
HOWEVER...am I the new face of terrorism?
Let me set the scene...
All 5'1 (if I stand up really straight and the nurse is nice, I'm 5'1, damn it) of me...chin length, ginger hair, pink, monogrammed, polo dress, matching monogrammed cardigan, pearls, and my new Marley Lilly Monogrammed Penny Clutch. Really? There's a rosary in my bag! The only person I look like I could terrorize is a Protestant midget in Ireland!!!
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Husband and I have just returned from the family's annual trip to Daytona. People say "getting there is half the fun." And that's generally true...as long as you upgrade, of course. This time, forget "getting there"...just getting to our seats was about all the fun I could handle.
We had an uneventful drive to the airport...but for the fact that we had to fly out of McCarran (LAS) not Ontario (ONT)...as there were no upgrades available for ONT. I always check ONT first because it is easy to get to, easy to navigate, and closer to my home. Also, because I know that if terrorists ever try to take it over, Jack Bauer will rescue me...and the other people there, too, I guess...but, whatever, not my problem. The drive to Vegas isn't that much longer and...thank you nice people at Sirius...I have 80s on 8.
We park, easy peasy, unload the car, and, as we head from parking garage to airport, J began to question the wisdom of not having called ahead for a wheelchair. It was too late at that point, so as a friend would tell me, I Rangered Up, and continued. At the ticketing counter, no one was manning the First Class line, so we waited far too long. But...onward.
At this point, we reach the TSA Agent before the metal detectors, who compares your ID to your ticket. J and I presented our military IDs and tickets. He compares DH's ID picture to his face and name to ticket and hands it back to him. My turn. He stared!!! Used different angles and lighting! He finally asks for a second form of ID...dude...are you kidding me? I hand him my driver's license. UH-OH...it's expired. He lets the expiration slide with a stern warning and then starts the comparison dance again...both IDs and me...back and forth...squinting, staring, doing the hokey f*cking pokey. With a dirty look he returns my documents and sends us to the metal detector line. Again...this was the First Class line!!! Seasoned travelers, everything is neatly in bins, all computers out, quart size bag of anything even semi-liquid, shoes and sweater off...let's roll. Then we get pulled out of THAT line to go thru the body scanner thingy.
Don't get me wrong...I am a safety nut. I have been since I worked with a wonderfully security conscious (read: paranoid lunatic) officer for 2 years at the Sheriff's Dept. back home. J is also a bit hyper-aware (read: slightly obsessed) of Force Protection. I'm all for any safety measures necessary to keep our nation safe...at the airport...or anywhere else. I understand and support the need for our Govt. not to lay everything bare to the masses. Though I disagree with the way most gun nuts interpret the 2nd Amendment, I AM a gun nut!
HOWEVER...am I the new face of terrorism?
Let me set the scene...
All 5'1 (if I stand up really straight and the nurse is nice, I'm 5'1, damn it) of me...chin length, ginger hair, pink, monogrammed, polo dress, matching monogrammed cardigan, pearls, and my new Marley Lilly Monogrammed Penny Clutch. Really? There's a rosary in my bag! The only person I look like I could terrorize is a Protestant midget in Ireland!!!
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From the front? A basic, flat, clutch that is deceptively large enough to fit the current issues of Town & Country and Vanity Fair
and still look flat with loads of room for your essentials.
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This back pocket?
Fits your favourite E-reader with room to spare!
Just to make more versatile,
There are wristlet and cross-body straps included!
When traveling, the cross-body strap makes life SO much easier!
I love the bag so much...that Marley Lilly is letting me give one away!!!
So here are the rules:
1: Follow Marley Lilly on Twitter
2: Follow me on Twitter
@PrincssPrepPink
3: Like Marley Lilly on Facebook
4: Share your "favourite" travel story here
And because Marley Lilly is so generous
5: Like The Queen of Hearts on Facebook
Good Luck!
XOXO
~CAT
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Congratulations!!!
We have a winner for the gorgeous Pink Monogram necklace!!!
Emily at Live, Laugh, Shop...it's all yours!!!
For those who didn't win, don't worry...there are more giveaways on the way...and in the meantime...Pink Monogram is always open for a little shopping!
XOXO
~CAT
Emily at Live, Laugh, Shop...it's all yours!!!
For those who didn't win, don't worry...there are more giveaways on the way...and in the meantime...Pink Monogram is always open for a little shopping!
XOXO
~CAT
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Beyond Fabulous, Summer Kick-Off, Pink Monogram Giveaway!!!
If you have read my blog in the past, you know that I have a serious monogram addiction...if you haven't read my blog in the past, what's wrong with you? I mean, Welcome...glad you could join us! You may also know that my sponsor, the amazing and generous Pink Monogram, is one of my favourite places to feed my addiction. (Often to my husband's and credit card's dismay.)
The lovely Monica at Pink Monogram not only sponsors my blog...and provides, a few times a year, a brilliant item for me to review and one of my lucky readers to win...but also steps up with a wonderful and generous item for me to review for you and be bid on at the Queen of Hearts Aloha Fundraiser on Labour Day weekend!!! It's a charity dear to my heart and her support is truly just amazing and generous...there are no other words! But that, my friends, is not until Labour Day...so enough about that.
She has provided me with an unbelievable item to review and giveaway to kick off summer!!! With tomorrow being the first official day of summer, we kiss most of our monogrammed sweaters adieu...sigh. Sure, we have our monogrammed towels and home goods...but, and I don't know about you, I feel naked without a monogram. The Pink Monogram is solving that problem for one of my lucky readers! What shows off a summer tan better than a necklace that gives a girl a bit of a glow? I'll tell you what...a MONOGRAMMED NECKLACE!!! The pictures do not do this necklace justice. It's even better in person!
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The lovely Monica at Pink Monogram not only sponsors my blog...and provides, a few times a year, a brilliant item for me to review and one of my lucky readers to win...but also steps up with a wonderful and generous item for me to review for you and be bid on at the Queen of Hearts Aloha Fundraiser on Labour Day weekend!!! It's a charity dear to my heart and her support is truly just amazing and generous...there are no other words! But that, my friends, is not until Labour Day...so enough about that.
She has provided me with an unbelievable item to review and giveaway to kick off summer!!! With tomorrow being the first official day of summer, we kiss most of our monogrammed sweaters adieu...sigh. Sure, we have our monogrammed towels and home goods...but, and I don't know about you, I feel naked without a monogram. The Pink Monogram is solving that problem for one of my lucky readers! What shows off a summer tan better than a necklace that gives a girl a bit of a glow? I'll tell you what...a MONOGRAMMED NECKLACE!!! The pictures do not do this necklace justice. It's even better in person!
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Let me see if I can sum up what I'm trying to say here...
Now to the rules for this giveaway.
One entry each for:
1: Follow Pink Monogram on Twitter
2: Follow Preppy Pink Princess on Twitter
3: Like Pink Monogram on Facebook
4: Follow my blog
5: Tweet about this giveaway
6: Blog about this giveaway
7: Post this giveaway on Facebook
8: Post your favourite Pink Monogram item on the Pink Monogram Facebook Page
A winner will be drawn at random on 26 July...GOOD LUCK!
For those of you who don't win...fear not!!! The Pink Monogram will be more than happy to sell you one!!!
Friday, June 8, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
COOTIES!!!
First, my I say, I'm terribly sorry for having been missing lately...I've been adjusting to...not 1, but 2 new meds. I don't know about you, but I LOVE medicines that were created for something else and then suddenly the medical community realizes...whoopsie! For example...did you know that Viagra was created for pulmonary hypertension. Isn't that FANTASTIC?!? I LOVE it!!! One of my meds was created to ward off/treat MALARIA!!! That's right people, you can get malaria and I can't! Jealous much? You are...don't lie.
I ADORE my rheumatologist. He is a fantastic doctor, really listens, and you can tell he absolutely has his patients best interests at heart. This is probably why I always have to wait for at least an hour for my appointment...Grrrrr. BUT...the minute I see him, the rage brought on be the waiting dissipates. You see...this amazing doctor is a Sikh. For those who don't know, Sikh's wear turbans. My rheumatologist doesn't just wear a turban...he WORKS a turban. It is soooo awesome!!! He coordinates his entire ensemble...even his socks!!! I LOVE this man!!!
BUT...he wants to add a new med to my cocktail. He thinks its time to add one of a group of meds called "Biologics." Maybe it's just me...but that just SCREAMS cooties! The fact is, they are similar to vaccines. They are a group of medications made by biological, rather than chemical means. In theory, that should be a good thing, right? When I shop for groceries, I always go with the most natural choices and organics. So it would seem to follow that I would feel the same way about medications...right? WRONG!!!!
First of all, they are administered by either needle or infusion. I may or may not have shared this with you in the past...but I have a violent, pathological, terrifying needle phobia. Lots of people dislike needles...but that is sooo not even close. Just writing this, my heart is racing, I'm starting to sweat, see double, my heart is racing and there is xanax in my immediate future. As a matter of fact...wait one...
Ok...let's hope that helps. You have understand...when I say violent, I MEAN violent. Sure there is the sweating and crying and nervous breakdown. But then comes the biting, kicking, punching, scratching...somebody gets their blood drawn...know what I mean? DH and I have developed a system. It involves copious amounts of xanax, calling ahead to the lab, specific instructions to the phlebotomist or tech...do NOT say what you're doing, occasional additional techs to hold me down, and DH with a trashy magazine on the other side distracting me...and then taking me home and pouring me into bed as he heads off to work.
But that's the least of my issues with these Biologics. They are, " living entities such as cells and tissues. Biologics are isolated from a variety of natural sources — human, animal, or microorganism." What about that does not positively SCREAM COOTIES?!?!?!?! If you consider having a lovely pineapple that is, in fact, a pump bottle full of anti-bacterial gel in my foyer in by collection of pineapples on my foyer table for EVERYONE that comes into my home a germophobe...then I suppose I'm guilty. I also carry every conceivable type of wipe in all my bags, antibac gel...and I can't lie...a small lysol or alcohol (or both) in my bag for public rest rooms...if you consider that a germophobe...guilty!
So you can imagine what the idea of a needle or infusion of COOTIES is putting right over the edge. I do not want needles...but needles full of cooties?!?!?
Kill me now.
XOXO
~CAT
I ADORE my rheumatologist. He is a fantastic doctor, really listens, and you can tell he absolutely has his patients best interests at heart. This is probably why I always have to wait for at least an hour for my appointment...Grrrrr. BUT...the minute I see him, the rage brought on be the waiting dissipates. You see...this amazing doctor is a Sikh. For those who don't know, Sikh's wear turbans. My rheumatologist doesn't just wear a turban...he WORKS a turban. It is soooo awesome!!! He coordinates his entire ensemble...even his socks!!! I LOVE this man!!!
BUT...he wants to add a new med to my cocktail. He thinks its time to add one of a group of meds called "Biologics." Maybe it's just me...but that just SCREAMS cooties! The fact is, they are similar to vaccines. They are a group of medications made by biological, rather than chemical means. In theory, that should be a good thing, right? When I shop for groceries, I always go with the most natural choices and organics. So it would seem to follow that I would feel the same way about medications...right? WRONG!!!!
First of all, they are administered by either needle or infusion. I may or may not have shared this with you in the past...but I have a violent, pathological, terrifying needle phobia. Lots of people dislike needles...but that is sooo not even close. Just writing this, my heart is racing, I'm starting to sweat, see double, my heart is racing and there is xanax in my immediate future. As a matter of fact...wait one...
Ok...let's hope that helps. You have understand...when I say violent, I MEAN violent. Sure there is the sweating and crying and nervous breakdown. But then comes the biting, kicking, punching, scratching...somebody gets their blood drawn...know what I mean? DH and I have developed a system. It involves copious amounts of xanax, calling ahead to the lab, specific instructions to the phlebotomist or tech...do NOT say what you're doing, occasional additional techs to hold me down, and DH with a trashy magazine on the other side distracting me...and then taking me home and pouring me into bed as he heads off to work.
But that's the least of my issues with these Biologics. They are, " living entities such as cells and tissues. Biologics are isolated from a variety of natural sources — human, animal, or microorganism." What about that does not positively SCREAM COOTIES?!?!?!?! If you consider having a lovely pineapple that is, in fact, a pump bottle full of anti-bacterial gel in my foyer in by collection of pineapples on my foyer table for EVERYONE that comes into my home a germophobe...then I suppose I'm guilty. I also carry every conceivable type of wipe in all my bags, antibac gel...and I can't lie...a small lysol or alcohol (or both) in my bag for public rest rooms...if you consider that a germophobe...guilty!
So you can imagine what the idea of a needle or infusion of COOTIES is putting right over the edge. I do not want needles...but needles full of cooties?!?!?
Kill me now.
XOXO
~CAT
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