November 29, 2011

Weekly Confessional - Dr. Everything'll Be Alright

I've had Let's Go Crazy by Prince on repeat in my head for weeks now. It's appropriate for the time being I'm sure.
Yes I'm back to complain about how I am still sick. Pneumonia is still here but I think my ear infection is gone now; not so much pain there any more.
We are now starting week 8 of this shit. I can't explain it any other way than that so if you're offended by my language that will have to be too bad.
The rundown of this whole debacle goes as follows:
After being sick for two weeks I went to the "Saturday" doctor where Tyrone's primary doctor is located. We both went to get checked out; he diagnosed us as having the "same bug" prescribed us both the same antibiotic and told us to take Mucinex D as well. OK great.
Four weeks later Tyrone is better and I'm worse. I finally decide to go to the Instacare near our house and that doctor told me the first doc gave me the wrong antibiotic and told me I didn't have "some bug." They took an xray of my chest, the doctor reviewed it, told me my lungs looked normal and sent me home with an antibiotic for my ear infection and told me to stop taking Mucinex D and that it was crap and told me to take Sudafed D and Delsym. OK great.
We picked up all that prescribed crap that was recommended and went home. The next day on my way home from work I got a call from the radiologist who took the xray of my chest and she told me that I have pneumonia and prescribed me another antibiotic. One that would supposedly wipe the pneumonia and ear infection away and that I should stop taking the one I was prescribed the night before. OK great.
It's been a little over a week since then and I'm on the end few days of this antibiotic and I still feel so exhausted, I have no appetite and my cough is still here. Albeit, not as bad as it was but it's still here. Yesterday morning after taking all of my drugs I ended up throwing it all up plus any other thing that had been camping out in my stomach. The throw up sessions have been violent but few, which is a bonus I guess. But I have also been nauseated about 85% of the time.
I'm beginning to rethink this idea of procreating.
I'm such a baby when it's comes to being nauseated and throwing up. Picture big tears, whaling, body convulsions, extreme whining that could match Sammy Sweetheart, soggy red faced, literally hugging the toilet seat like it's the Virgin Mary.
And picture Tyrone putting up with me through all of that. He understands throwing up (since he does it on the daily) so he's actually super supportive and actually very motherly. This is not reciprocated when he is sick. I definitely do not take as good of care of him when he's sick as he does for me. Bless his soul.
This isn't related but I'm going to complain about it anyways since I'm on a roll. Our lease for our apartment is up soon and the new property management is raising our monthly rate if we decide to extend our lease. At first I was outraged, pissed, wished hateful obscenities their way. I have since calmed down and we have weighed our options and have decided to stay another while longer in our 1 bedroom. I'm 33, shouldn't I be living in at least a 2 bedroom? Sheesh. I thought this place was temporary but we've been here for two years now. At first it didn't make sense to stay when they're raising the rate when Tyrone is out of work but in the long run it's cheaper to stay for 6-8 months than it would be to move. I'll just have to suck it up for a little while longer which was a real pride gut puncher I'll tell you what. When you make plans for your future and think things are supposed to be a certain way when you're a certain age or at a certain time in your life and it doesn't go as planned it's hard to swallow. Apparently we're not done learning our life lessons.
I've about had it with the life lessons.
One a positive note we decided to give our large luv sac beanbag to my brother which gives us a bunch more room in our living room and that means we can put up a Christmas tree this year. So yeay!

Galaxy Mani

I was inspired by the Black Milk leggings I posted the other day. I can't get them out of my head. I WANT.

November 28, 2011

DIY Peter Pan Collar {jumping on the bandwagon}

Yes I am totally jumping on the bandwagon with this one but I couldn't resist. I've seen a lot, I mean crazy amount of peter pan collars out there but sewing a round corner has me all frazzled. This novice sewer likes to stick to straight lines. Plus keeping that round edge all straight and ROUND ROUND ROUND....sigh. I just couldn't do it but I knew that I could do it with my paint brush. Since making over tee shirts are pastime of mine I thought with a little fabric paint I could pull it off.
I found this shirt at Old Navy a few weeks ago on sale which was nice in case I totally botched it. The left side is a bit wonky. I had trouble with the fabric on this tee shirt because it was really stretchy and sort of thin, a regular cotton tee would work much better.

Materials needed:
Tee shirt
Fabric paint
Chalk pencil or fabric marker
Sponge brush

First I ironed the shirt so that I could paint on a flat surface. I then used soup cans as weights to keep it in place.

Once it was as flat as I could possibly get it I took my chalk pencil and drew an outline of the collar around the neck of the shirt. I wasn't super worried about making it perfect.

I then took my fine tip, matte, white fabric paint and painted over the chalk outline.

Filled it in with the sponge, let it dry and then it was done. It took awhile to dry and took more paint than I thought it would. I added a few pretend buttons for an added touch.

November 27, 2011


So Thanksgiving was lovely regardless of being contaminated with Pneumonia and all.

I can't wait to tell you all about it and show you the non-existent pictures that I took. You'll have to have a vivid imagination.

We woke my mom the next morning to be pleasantly gifted with a story about a dream she had about a jaguar and my dad.


November 23, 2011

Black Milk

I might be slow to the roll on this one but I just discovered Black Milk and I'm dying over their leggings. I want just about every pair but especially the galaxy and skull leg ones.

{i was not paid or bribed to post this but if I had been that would be okay}

November 22, 2011


I have pneumonia and STILL have an ear infection.

It's a long story.
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Experiencing H&M with Onslo

Two Sundays ago my parents drove up to our place to check out the new H&M that SLC just got. It's a pretty big deal for our state. We also got a Crate & Barrel but I couldn't give a rats ass about that one. My wallet especially has a bad taste in it's mouth for C&B. Tyrone and I tried to check out H&M the evening it opened but if you follow me on the Twitter you know that didn't go over well. It was way too busy. There were lines out every door and burly security guards in fancy suites guarding each one like they were the secret service. Sunday was busy as well but we decided to rough the long line anyways but it turned out to not take long at all.

I kept getting the biggest kick out of seeing my dad (hater of crowds) standing in line with us and a grip of "fashionably hip" young people. My mom, Tyrone and I would look at him and then giggle nervously like we were waiting for him to take the entire line out with a shot gun. Because that's what cowboys use, shotguns. Or more realistically, a Leatherman pocket knife, I won't lie to you he can get pretty stabby at times. He can whip that thing out faster than an old timey sheriff in a stand off.

We walked in and it was crazy crowded. They weren't doing that good of a job of crowd control. I couldn't relax and enjoy the deals because of it. When you're more worried about strangers invading your personal bubble you start to rethink your decision. But I pushed through and we ended up finding a couple of shirts and then headed out as quickly as we could.  Most of the time you could see Onslo towering above the crowd in the least populated section brushing his mustache with his index finger and thumb mumbling, "Must not strangle anyone." There was even another man there that looked like he ran in similar circles as Onslo did wearing his cowpoke scarf, hat and wool vest on leaning up against the nearest rack of clothes to where his wife was shopping. Every now and then I would look up to catch Onslo's eye and he would shoot me the "I'm doing fine but not really psychotic grin." This naturally amused me and I would just chuckle and carry on. Do you know how many John Wayne movies this man has made me sit through? How many painful times he's made me sit through The Sound of Music while he gently weeps in his recliner during Edelwiess?

Once we left the club, or clothing store, it was hard to tell the difference between the two with the annoying DJ playing crappy house music and the strange gay man bumping up against you from behind from time to time. We had to take a picture as evidence of Onslo standing in front of the store. I was shuffling through my purse to find my phone but I couldn't find it in the pocket that I knew I left it in. I searched for at least a good 4 anxiety inducing minutes with assistance from my family before my mom made some After School Special comment about leaving it in the open for some stranger to steal easily while she pulled the mutherfucker out of her her pocket and handed it to me. I don't remember exactly what she said when she was lecturing me in her proud yet rare moment because I was BLIND with rage. Thanks for the life lesson Mom!!

November 19, 2011

November 17, 2011

Random Photo Dump

The lazy bloggers filler post.

Dying to see this little one!!!!!!!!

let's go back to October shall we?