33 years ago this week, MamaP was blessed with a beautiful, blonde, sweet little baby…
But first they pulled me out, a scrawny blotchy skinned red head chock full of drama, in an apparent Buy One Get One deal going on at the hospital:
Today holds the promise of a brand new year of life and…
Picture courtesy of here.
(getting the crap highlighted out of my hair also helped in this endeavor.)
I couldn’t be more grateful for all that I have and all of the people I share my life with – they fill my heart up to the very brim. I’m blessed, I tell ya.
All Hubs wanted to do for his birthday is go to a Denver Nuggets vs Minnesota Timberwolves basketball game. A few weeks ago, we made that happen.
It’s in Hubs best interest to feed me before we go anywhere or do anything. It’s just better that way. Before the game, we did it up right and grabbed subs from Snarfs – the best sandwich shop EVER (their famous pickled jalapenos are amazing!).
After snarfing down some carbs, Hubs and I hopped in the car and headed to Denver. In predictable selfish form, I snoozed the entire way while Hubs fought through despicable Denver traffic (poor guy).
I perked up when we got to the stadium and we snapped this pic me and my birthday boy:
Then, once inside, this happened:
To be even further ridiculous, we purchased matching Denver Nuggets shirts:
(even though we were actually there to cheer on the T-wolves. Aren’t they cute though?)
Once we scooted to our seats, a guy came along and asked to take a picture of us. We assumed our matching shirts screamed SUPER FANS and thought to ourselves, why wouldn’t he want to grab a pic of a sexy couple like us to use for marketing/general Nuggets propaganda? Then, Hubs noticed he was “shooting Nikon” and so he asked if the guy would snap a quick pic with our camera too. He obliged awkwardly after asking us to hold on to a card (see below), and just before tip toeing away, whispered with a wink “You could have gone to the website and just taken a picture of your picture.”
Yes, we were *that* couple that accidentally took advantage of the picture-taking-guy that you buy the pics from later, online. Wow, how could we have not known?
Besides the previously mentioned embarrassing interaction and KLove’s concussion (sad face), the buffalo wings were nice and spicy and the game was a tight one. Yes, I ate for a second time and the Nuggets won, btw.
So, that’s what we did for Hubs birthday gift. I hope he thoroughly enjoyed himself because my birthday is TOMORROW and I have high expectations that it’ll be the best birthday of my life.
All that my all pink ensemble needed was a slammin’ accessory to kick it up a notch. Mission accomplished.
That’s my great-grandma Amanda sitting next to me…she lived until she was 97! The only cooky thing she did in her old age was try to answer the Dust Buster when she’d (vaguely) hear the phone ring. A fair mistake for someone born in the 1800s!
Why don’t you sit perched somewhere with a smirk – it’s Friday after all!
*It’s true, I really can read!
THE BOOK: BossyPants by Tina Fey
My thoughts (which most likely carry little to no influence): Here’s the thing – I didn’t really get a lot of the jokes. They fell into three main categories: growing up in the 70s as a theater nerd, SNL (duh), and 30 Rock – all of which, I realized, I knew nothing about. Instead of taking me on a funny ride, I spent almost the entire book learning a lot about stand up comedy and how especially difficult it is for women to be successful and respected as comedians. One thing is for certain, although self deprecating and humble, Tina Fey works her tail off! Her journey to stardom was not an easy one and she has earned every bit of her success. That being said, I didn’t really care for the book (I blame my own ignorance, not her) except for the last chapter on motherhood which was beyond hilarious. That alone would be worth the read!
Would I recommend it to a stranger on the bus (trying to make his way home)? The last chapter, sure. The rest? Probably not unless they were a huge fan of SNL or 30 Rock.
What I am reading now: Nothing! I tried reading Mockingjay, the final book in the Hunger Games trilogy, but had to return it to the library unfinished since it was overdue and had holds on it. Phooey! I’ll try again this summer, if I can manage to get my dirty paws on it again.
This sunny spring weather has given me the urge to throw open the windows and CLEAN stuff. Mind you, it’s only an urge. But why not document what little I have accomplished on the internet for all of you even so?
I started off my Spring Cleaning with a purse purge (and later on, a swap).
I dumped out all of the contents which I sorted/filed/trashed, as well as organized the contents of my wallet and coupon book. Then I stuffed it all into my $13 Target score from a few years back.
Have you had the urge to think about spring cleaning like me, but not do much of anything except eat left over Easter candy?
Twas the trip that changed everything.
Happy Friday the 13th and don’t forget to squeeze in some great views this weekend.
Money has been on my (mad) mind a bit…you know, ever since I upped and quit my job last summer. Sure, I got a new job (with a handsome boss) but the pay is lots less than what I was making before. And in truth, money has always been something I’ve thought hard about, even as a little girl. I can get all ninja psychoanalyst and tell you the root of why I feel the way I do, but let’s not waste your time. Since you’re already here though, I thought I’d start a running conversation about some ways I am trying to cut spending, save greenbacks, but still live life in between.
Last time we chatted I talked about using stuff up and as an update: I’ve already used up two lip products and the washer ate two of them (coincidentally ruining Hubs clothes in the process). This is not helping us in the saving money department as much as I had hoped. But, at least I’m whittling them down with persistent dedication/ineptness – so go me!
Today’s topic: Dyeing my own hair
A confession: I’m only a half-blonde. You know the type. The type that started off as a sweet and innocent blonde kid/young adult, but now her angry roots come in as a green/ash-y/cat-pukey brown color. Once the sun has at it; it morphs back into something reminiscent of a sunny semi-pleasing blonde hue again. But, it always looks dyed, even when it’s not. As soon as the days grow shorter and the sun heads south of the equator, my roots stage a mutiny and take over my hair life. I’m forced to highlight the heck out of it. Have you any idea how expensive, in both time and money, highlights are – especially for fast growing long hair? It costs a small fortune. No wait, it actually costs a fortune. I was super stingy about it before but now that I’m on a tight budget, I’m even more so. In fact, I haven’t gotten highlights in almost a year.
Instead, I’ve taken to highlighting my own hair. It’s DIY at it’s finest and I’ve been saving SO MUCH MONEY!!!!!
In addition saving SO MUCH MONEY!!!!!, I’ve been walking around looking like a complete dweeb because, turns out, highlighting my own hair is a talent I do not possess. See?
I have random bright blonde SPOTS (that go 20 layers deep), and dirty roots playing right along side general orange-y hair drama. You can’t really grasp the hideousness of it all, but it’s bad. It looks far from decent, and I’m self conscious of it.
I told Hubs I can’t do it anymore. I have to find some sort of compromise. From here on out, I’m going to do a mix of getting it professionally done and doing it myself. So, in essence, this is a Mad Money FAIL. I tried to save the green but it just didn’t work out.
How about you – any Mad Money fails that you’d like to let your hair down and vent about?
Here is my Top 7 (yes, 7) list of March loves. In other words, another chance to List thing-ys. *claps*
1. Lately I’ve been sporting these diamond earrings – a gift from my Grandma for my college graduation but was always too nervous to wear. But, I figure life’s too short to *save* them for only special occasions. They are the perfect amount of bling to shiny up my days, but they are easy to wear to track practice each afternoon.
Best of all, I feel like a piece of my Grandma is with me wherever I go (even though she lives in Minnesota) and it comforts me.
2. I roped Hubs into being the scorekeeper at our home track meet. Quite a view from the track, eh? I can’t believe I get to do workouts here every day. #soblessed
3. The Hunger Games movie. Besides being completely irritated by the general public (a very germy young lady coughed/hacked through the entire movie and we had the pleasure of sitting next to two overly loud middle-aged women that had a few “cocktails” before stumbling into the theater and gracing us with their incessant chatter), the movie was pretty decent. Did any of you see it and what did you think?
5. The weather has been outrageously awesome, I’ve already had to whip out the summer clothes (oh lawdy) and sunscreen!
6. Hubs and I have been snowboarding every Sunday. Then, we come back into town and hop on our bikes for a bike ride – in shorts! The strange dichotomy of our new found Sundays is perfect in every way.
7. Morning running buddies. I was so lucky to have loyal running buddies in Minnesota and now I’ve found two pretty ladies to spend my mornings with here. Running in the morning with a friend is the very very best, I tell you.
March marched out of my life and in burst April, my birthday month. Birthdays are my favorite time of year, so hopefully Hubs gets me lots of pressies!
Just for old time sake, take a look here to see March 2011 Raves and Faves.