Sunday, December 19, 2010

Tainted Graduation

So I graduated on the 14th. Officially, I have my diploma and all that, but we won't actually have a ceremony where we walk in caps and gowns until May... which makes that once a year ceremony an excruciating four hours long.

Anyway, if you graduate in December like I did, you get a "graduation celebration" party at the Alumni House on campus where you pick up your diploma. Since it was -84,000 degrees this year, everything was done inside -- unlike last year at Mr. Preppy's graduation, where it was in the 60's and there were tents and everything outside as well. Anyway, I walked in and was directed to a room right off the entryway to fill out the information form so I could hand it to the person in charge of handing out diplomas. I was wearing a silk dress (with my pea coat and a scarf, but still, I was cold) and the door to the Alumni House kept opening, letting the Arctic chill in. This made my normally very neat handwriting become a little cramped and shaky.

Once I had my sheet filled out, I walked across the entryway to pick up my diploma. There was a table labeled undergraduate, so I walked up to the Poindexter in his tweed sport coat, complete with elbow patches (a look I love on anyone not making himself into a stereotype), a crooked bow tie, a sweater vest, and tortoiseshell glasses. Ok, my last name is a little difficult, but it definitely starts with an H. I pronounced and spelled my last name AT LEAST four times for him, as he looks back and forth from my information sheet to me. He then proceeded to look in the stack labeled "Last Names A-G," at which point Mama looked at him and said, "I'm almost positive hers won't be in there, since she just explained to you that her last name begins with an H and you're looking in a stack that only goes to G." He rolled his eyes, began looking in the correct stack, and finally found me. Then he looked back and forth from the envelope with all my goodies in it and my information sheet. He then said, in a little snit:
"Well, I'm not certain you deserve this. I'm sure that if I were your professor, I would have never signed off to allow you to graduate. I would have made sure that you took remedial handwriting first."

WTH, people, WTH?!

So, jackass Poindexter wannabe, you successfully TAINTED my graduation memory. Thanks, ASS.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Just a line...

Just wanted to stop by and let y'all know that I am OFFICIALLY a big girl with her Bachelor's in hand...

and that I will be starting my Master's this summer.

Now I'm off to work for the afternoon, spending a quiet evening at home with Mr. Preppy watching Christmas movies and wrapping presents. Back soon with more details of the last few weeks.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Okay, this time I pinky promise I'm back. I'm finally finished with all the assignment things that I have to do during my student teaching (if you're wondering, the overview of the major assignment is that I had to collect EVERYTHING I've done in any education class and reflect on it, describe what I would have done differently and why, and justify why I didn't do that in the first place). I am currently sitting in Mr. Preppy's apartment while he's at work because... wonder of wonders... schools are closed for the WHOLE week of Thanksgiving. I have started a part time job for the holiday season, but I was lucky enough to have today off so I drove up to Atlanta last night and will be heading back to go to work at 4 tomorrow.

I have two weeks left after we get back from Thanksgiving, then I'm completely finished with my student teaching, and come December 14th, I will be a college graduate!

I'm excited and will be sharing more about my plans and things in the coming days and weeks, but for now, I'm going to enjoy watching daytime TV, painting my nails (since they look AWFUL), and hanging out with Preppy Pup.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Prayers Needed

Okay, y'all, the promised updates will be coming soon, but for now, I really need your prayers.

One of my students was hit by a car this morning in front of the school. It was still really dark and there isn't a good place for those students who walk to school to cross the road. I've had one of my students almost walk into my car before, so I guess it was only a matter of time for this to happen.

We got an update around 1 this afternoon saying that he is okay and very lucky. He doesn't have any broken bones and they don't think he has any internal bleeding or anything. He's just really sore. He isn't the type of person to let something keep him down -- he NEVER misses school. He's a straight A student and one of the kindest, most genuine and respectful teenagers I've ever met. I know I'm not supposed to have favorites, but he's definitely in my top 10 students that I love teaching.

Even though he's coming through this very well, please pray both for his speedy recovery and that this serves as a wake up call to the district and county. We need better lighting and a cross walk. This should not happen. It should not be dangerous for students to come to school.

UPDATE: My student is WONDERFUL and they are investigating the driver of the delivery truck that hit him. Apparently the driver was texting and/or eating at the time... and texting while driving was just made illegal in Georgia this summer, so that's a BIG no-no.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Tap, tap. Anyone still there?

Yes, I know it's been a while, but I can't even apologize for it. I have taken a much needed breather. I said "sorry, not gonna happen" to everything that wasn't absolutely necessary for several weeks, which unfortunately includes this blog. I love y'all, I pinky swear, but I have been so drained that I really needed this time to focus on me.

I have been overwhelmed with planning and teaching, plus planning a fundraiser and being initiated into an honor fraternity, plus keeping my long-distance relationship going and trying to keep my dog from killing herself accidentally.

The stories that go with that last sentence will be explained soon, I promise, but for right now I just wanted to check in. I haven't even been reading any blogs. I missed y'all and I promise I will be better at keeping up. Thank you to those of you who wanted to check on me to make sure I was ok. :)

But for right now, I am going to go back to grading papers on the sofa next to Mr. Preppy (tomorrow is a furlough day for teachers, so I don't have school... instead I took my preppy hiney to Atlanta to enjoy a three day weekend with my love), glass of Reisling in hand and Preppy Pup wedged in between us.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Car Issues

I was hit in a parking lot a few weeks ago while I was inside a store, and the fabulous other driver didn't leave any contact information. I actually didn't even notice I was hit until after I got home because they hit the rear passenger side of my car and because of how I was parked, I only saw the front driver's side.

Imagine my excitement when I got home. Are you picturing the look of joy on my face?

Good, now picture my face when I was told that I have to pay the deductible even though I didn't do anything. I'm not sure if it's going to be my $250 uninsured driver deductible, or my $500 collision deductible, but either way I'm not a happy girl. At the very least, I'm hoping they'll say the damage is bad enough to warrant a full paint job. I'm waiting on them to call me tomorrow in the meantime.

The good part? I have AWESOME rental car coverage under my insurance (Go Liberty Mutual!). I will be driving to see Mr. Preppy for his birthday this weekend and I'm going to use this to my advantage so I can save money on gas. I went to find out the details of the damage and needed repairs earlier today, which was only supposed to be a 30 minute preliminary visit so I could set up a later time to drop the car off. Apparently in Georgia, the massive damage to my tail light is such a bad violation, it's technically undrivable. So... oops for the last few weeks.

They wouldn't let me leave in the car, so I was given a fabulously fun rental. They gave me a 2010 Mercury Milan Premier. I've had the best time this afternoon connecting my BlackBerry to the Bluetooth connections in the car so I can talk on the phone and play the media through the radio, as well as setting up my iPod in the USB port thingy. At first I was a little upset, but I am loving this car so much that the repairs could take months and I wouldn't care.

While I still don't want a sedan for myself, when Mama gets rid of her mom-car (Expedition) I think this should be what she gets. You know, so I can borrow it until I get my fun car.

P.S. My Republican elephant is actually pink, not white like it looks in the picture. Also, I have an awesome new Tennessee Girl sticker for the back window that I got right after I discovered all the damage. That will go on in celebration of getting the repairs done.


If you're like me, you live in flip flops for 3 seasons out of the year. I could not survive without my Rainbows. The only style I wear is the Single Layer Arch with a Narrow Strap. I have two pairs in dark brown (I'll be adding a third pair of this color in the spring), one pair in black, and I'm hoping to get the same style in expresso for Christmas or my birthday.

I typically get a new pair of brown every two years, but this last pair has gotten me through two and a half, three by the time I get a new "every day" pair. I have the last pair that I've worn through the rubber layer on the tip of the toe and heel that I wear for quick errands and at the beach. I do think it's funny that I have my "grungy" Rainbows and my "nice" ones, but hey, it's something about being in college, right? I typically don't wear the black pair as often as the brown, which is why I only have one pair and won't need to replace that pair any time soon. Y'all, I've even gotten Mama hooked on her Rainbows.

I do like dressier flip flops or similar styles (Jack Rogers, etc.), but for my typical spring/summer/fall uniform of J.Crew shorts/ jeans/ chino skirt and polo/ oxford, my Rainbows are my go-to shoes.

Anyway, the inspiration for this post is that I just placed an order for a new pair (same style, of course) in guess what color?

PINK, of course!! I saw that this pair was on sale for half price, making them only $23, with FREE SHIPPING. I just couldn't say no. I got a pair for myself, one for a friend whose birthday is coming up, and one for Mama. If you'd like to pick up a pair for yourself or a friend, or a pair of the other styles on sale (or not on sale... it is free shipping!), here's the website!

Monday, August 30, 2010

Spoiled Much?

You know your dogs control you when you a. Take them with you to grab food from somewhere and b. Go to a completely different fast food place to get them something.

**Update since I've been asked: I went to Zaxby's, but I feel guilty giving them something so heavily breaded. I then drove a mile and a half down the road (passing a McDonald's, a Sonic, and my neighborhood on the way) to Dairy Queen, where I got them a hamburger with ketchup only. Obviously Preppy Lab gets a bigger portion than Preppy Pup (especially since Preppy Pup has gained some weight recently).

And... I may or may not have also gotten myself a Reese's Blizzard while I was there. Don't judge. :)
1/2: You know your dogs control you when you a. Take them with you to grab food from somewhere and b. Go to a completely different fast food place t


Random 5am thoughts:
  • Whoever left me the profanity-filled voicemail from the unidentified number at 2:30 this morning MUST BE STOPPED. Seriously, the phone didn't even wake me up (surprisingly enough since I slept on the sofa last night), but this idiot feels the need to leave me twenty seconds of the rudest words in the English language. Not in any coherent order, mind you, just repeated over and over. Along with "man, I hate that name, hate that name... )*&%)*&#$."
  • Today's memo to self is not to ever use the recipe for Devil's Food cupcakes as I used last night because it is most definitely NOT the same as the one I used to use and have since lost. Mediocre taste, blah look, just not pretty. Waste of Hershey's cocoa. My homemade cream cheese frosting, however, could win some awards...
  • Preppy Pup is not accustomed to "roughing it" on the sofa. She is the worst sofa partner ever (By the way, I slept down here to keep Preppy Lab company, she's been having a hard time since we had to let Preppy Golden go and whines all night if no one is downstairs with her.). Our sofa is not a sleeper sofa, and it's not a giant over-sized monstrosity, either. Which means me and my 19 pound miniature pinscher (yeah, she's fat... she's gained several pounds rather quickly because Preppy Lab has managed to stop eating without us noticing because someone is picking up her slack.) were snuggled in a spot is less than half the size of my bed. She didn't care. She wanted her half of the bed. This made for a very interesting night.
  • I thought blogging early would wake me up, but no go. I'm still falling asleep. This wakeup time is almost enough to make me wish I wanted to teach middle school -- they don't start until 9. Almost.
And now I would like to apologize for wasting your time with this post. :)

P.S. Sunday is Mr. Preppy's birthday, so I need some ideas for other little things to throw in with his gifts. Will do an in-depth post of said gifts later today (maybe. maybe tomorrow.)... and don't worry... he hasn't read in a while due to me telling him if he wasn't going to read loyally EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. to not bother. So, yeah, he reads the posts I pull up and say "read!"

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Scoop of Chaos

In an effort to take my mind off the disturbing/upsetting dreams I've been having lately (don't worry, if they continue you'll be reading about them soon since I will be trying ANYTHING to get them to stop), I'm just posting this fun survey that Sarah at Wears Inappropriate Shoes (apparently one of supposed-to-be siblings since we have so much in common) tagged me for.

1. What's your signature color? Pink! And turquoise, but mainly PINK! I wear a lot of neutrals to teach in, but I always have pink polish and pink accessories. My pen pouch? Pink (actually a case that came in a Pink perfume gift set from VS). My favorite earrings? Pink sapphire studs that my Daddy gave Mama one year for their anniversary (I inherited all the good stuff post-divorce), or my pink pearl studs my Mema got me for my birthday last year. BB case? Pink. Pink Coach purses? I have two, one for winter and one for summer. Lunchbox? Pink damask (let me tell you how much the coaches make fun of that). Favorite color to grade papers in? Hot pink, of course. Preppy Pup's collar and leash? Pink. Fave Vera Bradley pattern? The retired Hope Toile, because it's pink and was one of the early patterns that was designed with breast cancer awareness in mind. Pepper spray on my (pink Masters) key ring? Pink. L.L. Bean bookbag? Pink. Rainboots? Pink. iPod? Pink (well, ok, silver with a pink silicone case because they didn't have the 16gb one in pink when I got mine). All the turquoise in my life (bedroom, clothes, shoes, Preppy Pup's clothing, my clothing) stems from it being my sorority color and blue topaz is my birthstone... plus being fair-to-medium-skinned and blonde, pink and turquoise are two of the more flattering colors for me to wear. Right now I am dying for a pink ceramic watch.

2. What's your most embarrassing moment? Umm, to this day it is when I called my mom at work and whoever answered the phone was trying to give me directions to whatever part of the hospital I was meeting her in and I said "yes ma'am...." to a man. Not just a man, but a Lt. Colonel in the Army soldier man (Mama works at a military hospital). Worst part? Him saying "yeah... I'm a guy." Let's just say that his voice did not match his job nor his build... I have never been so glad when someone she works with was transferred to another military base because I was tomato red around him every time from there on out.

3. Would you ever get anything besides your ears pierced? I had my belly button pierced from March of my senior year of high school (when my 100 pound Mama went with me and had hers done, too) to October of my freshman year of college. You UT ladies will appreciate this... my suitemate got me a UT belly button ring to change to from my original one, but it was a little bigger. Apparently when I put it in, it stretched the front part of hole out kind of thin and in the middle of Buddy's Race Against Cancer, where my pledge class was volunteering, I had to run to the Knoxville Police Department because I leaned over to get something and immediately developed a big red spot on the front of my shirt. Yeah, blood. My ring ripped through the front wall of the hole. Best part? Seeing the macho cops turn milk white at the sight of my heinous belly button and all the blood. I thought about having it re-pierced, but I was not a fan of the pain the first time, and now there's scar tissue to work around. I'm good with the one hole in each ear I have now. Oh, and one of my biggest pet peeves? Those gauged out holes in people's ears that look like they belong in a National Geographic from 1943 (which a TON of students have where I'm teaching... I hate looking at them because it literally makes me physically ill).

4. Are you a social butterfly or a homebody? Both. On weekends I fluctuate between being bored and going stir crazy if I'm at home too much and just wanted to chill out and relax. Weeknights, however, I am a total homebody. I want to walk in the door at 3:30 and wash my face and not leave until the next morning.

5. Are you done having babies, or do you want more? Umm, I haven't started yet and I'm not sure I will. I go back and forth on if I want kids or not... Having a house full of puppies will probably suit me just fine!

6. Are you loyal to your hairstylist or do you try every salon in town? Well, since my stylist is Mr. Preppy's mama, I'm pretty loyal. :) Before her, though, I saw the same person for over ten years.

7. How many times have you moved in your life? Umm... it just took me at least five minutes of discussing this with Mama to figure out the answer. Ten, if you include moving back from college the two times I moved away.

8. If you could plan a vacation with just you and your love, where would it be? The Greek Isles.

I tag... anyone who wants to re-post! :)

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Ode to Denim

So I'm sort of short. Like 5'3" if I stand up really straight. I also have an hourglass figure, complete with thicker thighs that resulted from over ten years of competitive dance and four years of varsity tennis.

For that reason, I have a tough time finding jeans that fit well and are flattering. If I'm wearing heels (or wallabees), I used to like slight bootcut dark washes. While I still love my Sevens and Earnest Sewns (and my oh so worn, can't bear to throw them out, well-loved Gap jeans from the 4 year period I was a retail slave... back when they had great fits), I've been embracing the straight/skinny leg trend (yes, I know it's been around for a while) lately. Bootcut can lean toward being unflattering on shorter people, especially if you have hips. Finding jeans that fit in the waist but aren't too tight from my hips to thighs has proven difficult lately.

Which brings me to my latest (like last 6 months or so) obsession.

J.Crew Matchstick jeans. I love these. They are flattering without being overly snug. I can wear the same pair out to dinner as well as on casual Friday in front of my students. With a butt, hips, and these freakin' thighs (yes, I am bitter, thanks for asking), finding jeans that are appropriate to wear in front of teenage boys while still looking feminine and not boxy or like I'm drowning can be an issue.

Addressing the short issue: most of my "work" pants have an inseam of 30-32 inches, so I just adjust which shoes I wear so they don't drag the ground. I do the same with the Matchstick jeans, but I have a few different inseam lengths. I have regular (33") and short (31"), but I also have some that have been altered. I think this is one of the best features of the Matchstick jeans. Because the leg opening doesn't change drastically if you go up 3 or 4 inches, like a bootcut or flare would, they still look just as perfect if you need them altered.

I have them in medium/dark and dark washes... I'm expanding into the more medium and medium/light washes by getting 2 or 3 pairs off eBay (sorry y'all, a student teacher's budget does not allow me to drop $98 on a pair of jeans... or much else). I'm usually not a fan of lighter washes, but I know for casual errands in the fall when it's just a little too chilly to wear shorts, lighter jeans can look great with a cute tee. Also, when I have to spend weekends driving to and from Atlanta or in the library at school working on lesson plans and my portfolio, I see myself being a lot more casual than usual. I'm looking forward to fall fashion, maybe because I want to break out my cute boots and sweaters... but probably just because I hate freezing in my classroom and sweating walking to my car. I'd like the car to class transition to be a little more uniform.

Do you have favorite, go-to jeans? Or any other staple to ease the transition to fall? How about the college student/ young professional budget issue? Any tips?

Sunday, August 8, 2010

nothing like an emergency to calm your nerves....

Tomorrow is the first day of school for students. I was nervous, until tonight.

And tonight, this happened:

I spent the evening at the emergency vet with Preppy Pup. She was stung or bitten by something and the poor thing's entire face was swollen. Tried Benadryl at the vet's suggestion, didn't work. She wasn't in pain, wasn't having trouble breathing, no personality changes (seriously, she was all about playing), but her face was swelling and was just heartbreaking to look at. So, we've just returned home from the vet, after she got a steroid shot and was sent on her way, and I have to stay up to watch her for at least another hour.

Therefore, I am too tired to care about students starting tomorrow. I mean, I have them in homeroom for TWO HOURS. It's not like there are actual lessons to be taught on the first day, it's all administrative paperwork.

Plus, I love Preppy Pup waaaaay more than I'll ever like these kids. I mean, yes, they are our future and all that... but c'mon. Preppy Pup is my girl, my princess, my fur child. There's no overcoming that bond.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Who goes home to help her mother jump off her car and ends up with a hole burned in her hood because she breaks her jumper cables?

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Shoe Obsessed?

Ok, I admit it. I am an eBay addict. I have no desire for rehab.

But I may need some help for my shoe addiction*. With the help of my mother (who is semi-financing some new, much-needed teacher-appropriate clothing), I have recently gotten a few (like 4) new pairs of shoes... don't gasp, jump, or get irritated with me, I am a BARGAIN shopper that finds steals. I got two pairs of Banana Republic leather heels for $16 AFTER shipping, so it's not like I'm spending the national debt or anything.

But right now, on my watch list of 40-ish items (several things are for Mama), 20 of the items are shoes. 20.

I find heels justifiable because I am short and need all the help I can get to appear taller/older/more authoritarian to the students I'm going to be teaching this fall, most of which are bigger than I am. But 20?

On second thought, I'm going to embrace this shoe fascination. It's going to be a hobby, a collection -- NOT something to hide.

Donations can be made to the Preppy in Pearls Shoe Foundation... just email me if you're willing to make a contribution. As evidenced by the BR heel steal, every penny counts and can make a difference!!

*Just for the sake of being 100% honest, I know I have 100+ pairs of shoes right now, but I can't remember the exact number.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Childish Humor

(Combined from a text post)

Ok, childish humor. I work at an OB/GYN office right? Well, we just had a Dr. Blueball call to refer a patient. No joke, I almost had to leave the room so coworker could talk to him because he could hear me laughing.

Oh, and apparently his name is spelled Bleubahl... still, dude, your name is blue ball.

So who said I was supposed to be a grownup?

Saturday, July 17, 2010



So after a perfectly wonderful hour of shopping for jewelry here (sadly, no purchases were made), Mr. Preppy and I went to check on his mom's dogs since she is out of town for the weekend.

When "his" dog, Willy, had an "accident" (a term I use loosely, because I am 100% positive that Willy hates me for "stealing" Mr. Preppy) on my pants.

Yes. My PANTS people. My lovely VS Linen Beach Pants.

Stupid little Q-tip dog.

Thursday, July 15, 2010


So Whitney over at The Glamour Life of a Housewife - Reviews is giving away one of these beauties... and I'm such a good friend that I'm entering it even though I already have one, just to give one of my besties a chance to win.

Anywho, if you have trouble sleeping, this could be your solution. Best thing is, if you don't win, Brookstone has them on sale for $10 on the website.

P.S. I am in love with the entire nap line... I want it ALL!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Now that I said I wanted a Volvo they're all I can see!

Saturday, July 10, 2010

No Male Readers Allowed... for this post :)

Ok, I'm just gonna dive right in and go there. We're all girls here... I'm guessing. If there are boys, sorry. Don't read any further.

PMS sucks. Seriously sucks.

Let's just glaze over the fact that I've had to get samples of prescription strength anti-cramp/anti-back pain/ anti-raging b***h medicine from our sample closet at work. I'm sure our nurses are tired of hearing me complain, because Tuesday the first box showed up on my desk. Then I complained again, and I was thrown a key to the closet*. Five boxes later (hey, the initial dose is two pills, with one ever six hours thereafter, and there are only two pills in each sample box -- don't judge), I'm finally feeling better. Now I just have those PMS cravings.

Unlike most people, I don't crave chocolate. I want carbs. Carbs and butter.

Case in point: right now I am enjoying sweet corn muffins slathered in butter. And I'm pretty sure I've never tasted anything so amazingly perfect in my life.

I'm pretty certain Jillian Michaels didn't have this kind of diet in mind to accompany her 30 Day Shred.

*Yes, our sample closet is locked. We have psycho patients. Like, some are accompanied to their OB appointments by a guard and in cuffs. Have you seen I'm Pregnant And...? That's our waiting room some days.

Friday, July 9, 2010

S&B Moments

Tiny background note... cashmere pearls 'n' boots and I were obsessed with Gossip Girl when we lived together, we decided we were actually Sabrina and Blair... for our hair colors' sake, at least. Personality wise, we both lean toward Blair. Anyway, anytime we have a nice drama/glamour/luxury/exclusivity/bitchiness/etc. going on in our lives, it's an S&B moment.

For your viewing pleasure, a pic from her trip south to see me back in February (sorry, I literally just got it off my camera).

Total S&B moment. Exclusive bar, glamourous band, Mr. Preppy fetching drinks out of the frame...

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Job Regret

Ok, so I'm a little tiny bit sad about leaving my job, if only because I will miss some (yes, some) of my coworkers.

I will NOT miss the patients, except a select few... like less than 5.

It's probably a very good thing I have 16 days left after today or else I will start actually saying the things I think/mouth/whisper when my phone is on mute to the patients... Like, "gosh, you're an idiot," or "I just made this appointment for you yesterday and you're calling to see what time it is," or "oooh, too much information lady, I just schedule appointments -- just say you have a problem..." yeah, like that.

P.S. Coworker broke her foot dancing on a picnic table over the holiday weekend... was she drunk/high/naked/stupid/all of the above? Take a guess.

P.P.S. You know someone is one of your besties when she's commenting on your blog at the exact same time you're commenting on hers. :)

Monday, July 5, 2010

Holy Carbonated Beverages Batman

I've discovered a new addiction that is... gasp!... caffeine free!!

Yes, I'm still alive. Are you?

I have developed a ginger ale addiction. Specifically Shweppes diet and raspberry flavors (If you know where I can find diet raspberry, PLEASE let me know!).

I was always one of those people who only had ginger ale when they were sick, but lately I've been trying to be less caffeine-dependant. I don't drink coffee, so it's strictly Diet Coke (NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, EVER offer me a Diet Pepsi... you will not survive the moment.) from whatever-o'clock-it-happens-to-be-when-my-eyes-fly-open (or drag open as so usually happens). As one of my Master Teachers put it during lab hours, I take my caffeine on ice, not in a mug.

But. Yes, there's one of those. But I've come to depend on drinking Diet Coke along with 800mg of Ibuprofen whenever I get a headache, and, call me crazy, I'm just not sure that's the best thing in the world, especially since my cousin had a kidney transplant in his mid 30s because he was a constant user of Ibuprofen when he played college football and it caused kidney failure (not that that's really linked to my caffeine thing, but it's related). See, those headaches happen when the caffeine in my system has gotten low, so I'm really just creating a vicious cycle. I sleep just fine even when I drink a ton of Diet Coke before bed, so I really don't have any effect from it other than as a perk-me-up in the morning and a cause of pain when I don't drink a lot. I decided to cut back over this long weekend since a) with all the rough things going on last week, I was pretty sick feeling constantly, so I was already drinking ginger ale, not Diet coke, and b) starting last Wednesday night, I had a full 6 days (Thursday didn't go to work, Friday was alone in my office and we closed early, have today and tomorrow off) to de-caffeinate my body.

Don't get me wrong, I still heart my Diet Coke. We have a lifelong monogamous relationship going on (at least where my dark coke loyalties lie -- and no, they're not soda, pop, or soda-pop, they're COKE people, geez -- Fresca and, now, ginger ale get the other loyalties) that is not challenged where my caffeine needs are concerned. Plus, I won't have to whiten my teeth as often now.
So in an effort to cheer up myself and Preppy Lab (who really should enjoy the water, isn't that part of a lab's DNA?), I decided to give her a fresh start in our nice, clean, welcoming, shedded (?) hair free house and give her a bath. After Mama and I wrangled her to the floor in our living room and I trimmed and Pedi-Paw'd her nails (because homegirl had some SERIOUS talons going on).

I forgot to account for the fact that she is over 3/4 my weight and that without those talons, she can dig her heels in quite literally. I stood at the top of the stairs with a treat to bribe her and she was seriously looking at me, then into the living room, weighing her options... hmm, do I want a bath or to lounge under the coffee table? So, to prove myself to be even more stubborn than she is, I got behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and proceeded to heave and struggle my way up the stairs with her in front of me, protesting the entire way.

Now, I woke up too sore to work out (it would have been day three of Jillian Michaels's 30 Day Shred) and I thought if I got up and did some things I'd have stretched out enough to work out this afternoon or tonight.

I was wrong. After cajoling and pleading and bribing and hauling and bathing and drying something that is 95 freaking pounds, I'm done. Spent. Drained.

Except... now I have to bathe myself. And Preppy Pup (although the latter isn't so tough, she jumps into the tub while I'm showering pretty frequently and it takes all of thirty seconds to clean her). My arms are having enough trouble staying lateral to type, I'm not sure how I'll be able to raise them to wash my hair.

Friday, July 2, 2010


I am no stranger to death or tough times (I'd been to 25 funerals for various family members by the time I was 9), but yesterday I thought I might not make it through the day.

When my Daddy died, it was sudden, an accident. There were no choices to make except arragements... nothing to unplug, no forms to sign. It was done, with no input from me. I honestly think this is a good thing. Daddy wouldn't have wanted to live the way he would have had to if there had been any way to save him, and I wouldn't have wanted to see my strong, loving, caring Daddy living that way either -- but if you think for one second I would have been able to make the choice that so many people have to make for their parents, when it's "time," you would be wrong. I don't think I would have been that strong.

Now, many people will probably judge me negatively for the following statement, but you must understand that as an only child, my siblings growing up have always been our animals. Yesterday I had to make the choice, along with Mama, to let one of those siblings go. I've had Preppy Golden, since I was eleven years old. Having her around for over half of my life, I don't have one memory since then that doesn't have her in it. She was never the most active dog, never the one needing attention. She was just there. I remember crying into her fur the day Mama told me her and Daddy's divorce was final. I hugged her first when I got into UT. She always knew when I felt bad, and would come lay her blocky perfect head in my lap for as long as I needed to pet her velvet ears. She was always ready to high five you for a treat, even at the end. She was a rescue dog and has had a "nub" instead of a tail since we got her because the idiots uninformed people thought she was part cocker spaniel. Obviously you can't really shake a nub, so her whole hind end would wiggle out of control as soon as she saw me walk in the door every day. When we first got her, long before Preppy Lab and Preppy Pup were thought about, she used to sleep in my bed (and she still would have if my room was on the first floor still). Mama would tuck us in at night, me under the covers and PG on the floor next to the bed, and would come in the next morning to find two blonde heads on pillows. She knew how to hop on the bench at the bottom of my bed and scoot her way up under the covers.

She was the best dog ever. Better behaved than Preppy Pup, better mannered than Preppy Lab. After we did "it" yesterday, we took her to my grandparents' farm. My granddaddy, Pa (how country are we?), had a special bond with our golden girl. They shared a love for Mema's (my grandmother) pound cake and cheap beer (both of which she got Wednesday and yesterday). He never had inside dogs until he saw how she was with us, and then he said he got it, he understood what the fuss was about. My big strong Pa, who to this day cannot accept a thank you for anything or feel comfortable saying I love you back to us, was close to tears yesterday.

I miss my girl. I know she's not suffering anymore and that it was the right thing to do, but it is the single hardest thing I've had to do in my life. Don't judge me. I'm not saying animals are better than people (although I'm certainly more , just that I've never had to make a decision like that before and it shook me very badly. I haven't been able to wear makeup all week because I start crying at random moments -- me, who never leaves her house to go to the gas station at the entrance to the neighborhood without mascara.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

I'd Like to Thank...

cashmere pearls 'n' boots, for sending me some bloggy award love. She has given me the Sugar Doll Award.

Rules are to reveal ten things about yourself. Here goes:

1. I love tennis (no pun intended), but due to ankle issues I haven't played in a couple of years.

2. I most likely, like 99% sure, have a big move coming up in December/early 2011.

3. I love my BB Storm, but HATE having a long conversation on it because it's too difficult with a touch screen. That's actually one of the reasons I got this phone, so that I was more motivated to talk on the phone instead of text. Although now I just gchat instead.

4. I have become very low maintenance since I've been working at my current job without having classes at the same time... think bare minimum makeup, slightly straightened hair, no jewelry. I am usually dressed perfectly at all times, but the fact that I wear scrubs to work and then head straight home to play with the puppies has caused me to believe that it's just not worth it. A rude awakening will DEFINITELY occur when I have to get ready at 5:30 in the morning when I'm student teaching and have to be presentable.

5. Mr. Preppy is the only person I've ever dated who has seen me without makeup more than 3 times.

6. As much as I love my mother, I can't wait to live on my own again. I just wish it was going to be in the same town instead of several hours away like it has been before.

7. (This one requires a little background story.) I was driving one of the boys I've been babysitting for since he was born (9 years ago!) to day camp this morning and as he was looking around the car he said, "One day, I'm gonna be sixteen, and then I'll have a car like this, too." I tried not to laugh as I told him I wasn't sixteen. He asked me if I was a teenager. I told him, no, I'm [insert age here]. Just to confirm, he asked, "So that makes you a grown-up, right?" As I said yes, it hit me. I'm a grown-up. An adult. For serious. And that shocks the hell out of me.

8. I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE voicemails. At work and on my cell. Seriously, I can't stand them, don't listen to them, and HATE that little icon that pops up on the screen telling me I have a voicemail. Unless the voicemail is left on my work phone (in which case, I have to return it), I can guarantee that I know and will use the shortcuts so that I don't even have to listen to one syllable of the message before I delete it. If I recognize the number, I'll call you back. If I don't, you better text me. I also screen phone calls, which kind of defeats the purpose of the no voicemail policy, but I'm fairly good at recognizing which numbers are from school, which are from work (we have over 50 lines so it's impossible to know them all), which are from the hospital where Mama works, etc., so I usually call those right back if I miss them.

9. I cannot imagine working with a class full of small children, which is why I am planning to teach high school. However, I wish I could still have craft time because I really like projects.

10. I have a recipe obsession. So much so that I have to go get a bigger binder for all the recipes I print out (my measly 1" is about to burst). I love making new things, and for the most part I try different variations on things, like spicy shrimp dishes or roast, so I know Mr. Preppy (the world's pickiest adult eater) will be sure to try them and give me an honest answer. I love cooking and making delicious things, but I DETEST cleaning up... but I'm too OCD to let anyone else (besides Mama) clean up.

I tag anyone who hasn't gotten this award yet!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Weekend Updates

Yesterday was my Mama's birthday and we took a Gilmore Girls style last minute road trip to the beach Monday night. We went to Hilton Head to lay on the beach and use Mama's store credit for Coach at the outlet. I got her a red leather bag last year for Mothers' Day at the outlet for around $75 and the trim started to peel a few months later. If you didn't know, Coach offers a lifetime warranty on their products. We took her outlet bag to the retail store at home where they sent it in to be repaired. About a month later, Mama got a letter saying they couldn't repair it, but to please accept a credit of the bag's current depreciated worth, $330.

Yes, she made a profit.

So in our bargain shopping awesomeness, we found 7 (7!) bags yesterday, 6 of which were on clearance, all 7 were leather. She got 5 and I got 2, her total out of pocket after her credit was less than $200. Look at the pics below... these are NOT tiny bags.

I definitely come by my bargain shopping ability honesty.

In other news, here's a pic of Mama's presents from me, Mr. Preppy, and the Preppy Canine Trio (please forgive the fact that they are on a wrinkled blanket, I was in the middle of packing)...

Mr. Preppy got her Need a Margarita body scrub and body wash from Bath and Body Works, as did Preppy Pup (hey, no one said the two couldn't get together on the B&BW BOGO sale). Preppy Golden and Preppy Lab got her cocktail napkins with drink recipes printed on them (the Queen and Birthday Girl recipes from the Lolita brand). Me... well, I got her the best birthday present ever. You may not agree, but it is PERFECT for the relationship she and I have. I got her the complete series of the Gilmore Girls. She fills up our DVR with all things Gilmore Girls and always complains because we have to fast-forward through commercials... not to mention that our DVR has not recorded 35 minute chunks out of the last few episodes we've recorded. Problem solved. And I keep my title as the reigning best daughter in the universe.
...updates coming soon on the job front for Mr. Preppy... he had an interview in Atlanta (!)yesterday and one at his (and my soon to be) alma mater today.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Semi-Downer Fathers' Day Post

Being an only child, I had the luxury of being able to be both a Mama's girl and a Daddy's girl, and both those loyalties became more pronounced after they divorced when I was in elementary school. Before the divorce, Daddy worked a lot and Mama worked part time at the hospital on weekends, so during my free time I was usually at my grandparents' or great-grandparents' houses.

After the divorce, Mama went back to working during the week so I saw her more and I had assigned times to do things with Daddy so I was able to see him a lot more, too. I became a lot closer to both of my parents. Mama and I had always gone on weekend trips to the beach and things like that, but now I was able to go on THREE vacations with Daddy every summer, plus one during Christmas break. He always took me somewhere he knew I'd love, and he and I got much much closer during all of those trips.

My last trip with him was to Gatlinburg during Christmas break of my freshman year of college. I lost my Daddy two months later. Losing a parent at 19 is something I would never have imagined would happen to me, nor is it something I would want anyone else to experience. It's very difficult to talk about him now since it's just me and Mama, and, well, they were divorced. It's a constant struggle to remember Daddy without getting upset and angry that he's gone. He will never meet Mr. Preppy, never see me graduate from college, never walk me down the aisle, never play with his grandchildren... he will miss those most important moments and I will miss out on something special without him there.

So for those of you who occasionally get angry at your father and go for a few days without talking to him, just think about what would happen if he was no longer an active part of your life. What if you didn't make the choice not to talk to him, but were simply unable to? Be grateful for what you have.

Sorry this is a downer post but I've heard several people taking their parents for granted lately, and today of all days we should simply give thanks for whoever fills those roles in our lives, be it stepparents, grandparents, Godparents (in my case, Daddy's best friend is my Godfather), family friends, WHOEVER.

I hope all of you enjoyed your Fathers' Day.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Early Saturday Thoughts

Just to let you know, 5:00 AM is even worse on Saturday than on weekdays.

Pray I don't hit a deer on my 35 minute drive to take my test this morning...

I really just want this to be over with so that I can meet Polka Dot Preppy for our post-certification testing drinks (a tradition).

I hate that rain makes palmetto bugs appear EVERYWHERE (if you don't know what those really are, just google it... I like the nice name).

I'm hoping that wearing cute J.Crew capris and a Lilly polo to take my test (pink and green of course) will be good luck.

Preppy Pup almost bit my head off for waking her up this early. Currently she is curled up on the sofa and glaring at me.

The Brookstone NAP sleep mask is amazing.

Friday, June 18, 2010

So remember a little over a month ago, when I was celebrating my last semester of "class," and was finally finished studying for tests and writing papers and was REALLY excited?

Well, I was wrong.

In all of my jubilation (sorry, I just heard that word on tv so I decided to throw it in here to make things interesting) I conveniently forgot that I have to pass my certification tests (yes, for social studies there are THREE... it's not the PRAXIS that most states use).

The first being my PoliSci test at 7:45 in the morning.

The review (accompanied with ice cream and Gilmore Girls) is commencing now.

Coming up soon: a showcase of Mama's birthday presents.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

So I will most likely be MIA for the next few days, maybe a week. I have my first teaching certification test this Saturday (at 7:45!!! and the testing center is like 40 minutes from my house!), we're going to my grandparents' farm Sunday for Fathers' Day, and then Mama's birthday is Tuesday, so I have kind of a crazy few days coming up.

Cross my heart I'll be back soon.


Monday, June 14, 2010


I'm so so so sorry for not posting this earlier! Preppy Golden has been pretty sick so I've been trying to take care of her and pretty much ignoring everything else.

The winner of the first set of polish is Patriotic Princess (just in time to pack for her honeymoon... congrats on your upcoming wedding!) and the winner of the second set is Persians and Pulitzer. Contact me at preppyinpearlsblog [at] gmail [dot] com with your shipping information and I will get things sent out this week!

Congratulations ladies! Enjoy your summery polishes!

I want to thank all of you for participating in the giveaway... I appreciate you sticking around for a year!


Friday, June 11, 2010

So Sorry!!

Ok, so please don't hate me. It will be either very late tonight or early tomorrow before giveaway winners are posted... I meant to grab the stuff so I could post at work but I ran out without it and I have plans immediately after work tonight.

Please forgive me! the meantime, check out Pink Preppy Lilly Lover's Lilly giveaway found here! She's giving away a beach towel, an umbrella, and some fabulous drink umbrellas!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

*Giveaway Updates*

Ok, so I've figured out the amount of entries to do for the giveaway, I just have to write them out on slips of paper and pick winners, which will most likely happen tomorrow night. Thank you all so much for entering!!

Stay tuned for winners and for Preppy Pup's giveaway announcement.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Reflection and Decision

"When we judge or criticize another person, it says nothing about that person; it merely says something about our own need to be critical." -unknown

I have had a few comments (that have been deleted) over the year that I've been writing this blog that stand out. They are attacks on the things I write and even on me as a person and the individuals I write about. These comments have been petty, and I have responded to them in ways that I am not proud of. I have realized that doing so makes me no better than the individual leaving a comment. I want to change that.

I will not be forced to privatize my blog. I don't think that's a good solution. Instead, I will be monitoring all comments before they are published and not allowing anonymous comments any longer. I apologize if that inconveniences anyone, but these types of comments cause me unnecessary stress and irritation.

This blog is my outlet from the stress I have in my everyday life. I write because it helps me to deal with that stress, and having the ability to have people read my writings and leave comments of encouragement or understanding is why I chose this over simply keeping a journal. The blog world is one of community, where we are able to reach out to one another and help and motivate and laugh. I want to keep that sense of community, but I will not tolerate attacks on my writing or my personal life. I should not have to question myself or things I write or choices I make because of a comment someone leaves. It's simply not fair to me, or to the readers who read because they want to read.

My final thought on the matter is that if you don't like me, or what I write, then don't read the blog. You don't have to, no one is making you, and hopefully, you're an adult who can make the smart decision to not read things that bother or upset you.

Giveaway Final Hours

Okay, this is it, y'all! Last day for entering the giveaway... it will end at midnight EST!

Make sure to enter here!

New, puppy-specific giveaway coming up later in the week...

Monday, June 7, 2010

New Blog Alert

In an effort to keep myself busy this summer, I've created two new blogs, Preppy in Pearls Does Crafts and The Preppy Book Review. Preppy in Pearls Does Crafts is just that -- a review of projects and crafts I'm doing these days as well as a way for me to be held accountable enough to actually finish them.

I welcome anyone who wants to be on the team for the Book Review, as I'm sure most people want reviews of books in addition to the ones I read.

Let me know if you're interested: preppyinpearlsblog [at] gmail [dot] com.

Don't forget about the giveaway! Only 35 hours left!

**P.S., if you email me to contribute to the Preppy Book Review and get an invite from the standard first name [dot] last name [at] gmail [dot] com, please realize that I am blonde and can't figure out how to make my blog email my login/administration email for blogger so that's why you're getting an email from an address you don't recognize. Thanks!

Sunday, June 6, 2010


That is all I can feel right now. Since Mr. Preppy was disqualified from his golf tournament, Mama and I decided to take our frustration out on our back screened porch. During the almost 4 years we've lived here, it has become a haven for things from the condo that need to go to my grandparents' to be stored, a cooling area for large batches of sweets (leaving cooling racks on the cabinet by the back door), and project central -- including closet doors that were in need of paint, new flower pots, bags of plastic bottles to put in the bottom of aforementioned flower pots to minimize the potting soil needed, a miter saw that we needed to find a permanent home for (yeah, between my mother and myself, we have more tools than most men. Seriously, a utility closet and shed outside and a closet inside.), etc. Our freezer is also out there. We just got our old freezer back from my grandparents' (the place the things they won't let us throw away go to die) because our new, bigger, nicer freezer died a few months ago. My granddaddy brought the old one back to us yesterday and took the new one away... and six hours after it was back we decided we'd really rather have an extra fridge... we aren't always the best for timing.

Anyway, we decided it was time to get everything put away and cleaned up. This eventually caused the utility closet to be reorganized, a BUNCH of extra molding and things from past DIY home improvements to be thrown out, and all of our cans to finally be recycled. Better late than never, right?

We started this project around 9:45 this morning. We finished about an hour ago... so 4:30ish. The worst part is that the porch still needs to be mopped (there is pollen EVERYWHERE because the door to the backyard stays open for the dogs) and our porch furniture (sofa, coffee table, two end tables, chair, and two end tables) need sprucing up, so it doesn't really look like a lot was accomplished. We also still have those flower pots, but they will be taken care of next weekend when we actually got to Lowe's and find some things to put in them.

In the midst of all that, we realized there was a dead pine branch that finally fell from the tree next to our driveway into the driveway. Our garbage collectors are a little picky with our yard waste... they won't take anything over 5 feet. They will literally pick out the things that are over 5 feet even if everything is in one big pile. This meant we had to break it apart so it could get taken away tomorrow morning. My idiot self decided I could take care of that while wearing flip flops... which promptly resulted in a HUGE gash on the bottom of my foot.

So, foot hurts, all muscles hurt, stomach hurts because I haven't eaten anything except some apple dippers from McDonald's that we grabbed on our quick 5 minute trip to get rid of some cardboard boxes. My hat goes off to all the manual laborers in the world... I am DEFINITELY not cut out for it.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Online Shopping, Shoe Commentary, and Wedding Thoughts

I am seriously obsessed with polyvore now that I've caved and started using it, although it has caused me to question several things after browsing...

Is a wedding dress purchased "off the rack" for $500 (not on sale) tacky? I feel like so many people think it is, but I love the WHBM limited edition wedding gown found here. I think it is simple but has enough detail to be unique (while I love J.Crew and am a very loyal customer and love their wedding gowns, most of them are too simple). I am a bargain shopper to the core and have issues with watching Say Yes to the Dress and seeing people pay over $10,000 for a dress... seriuously, you only wear it once and while I want it to be as perfect as the next girl, I can't see spending a good chunk of down payment on a home or a year and a half of car payments or student loan payments on a dress. I am positive I will bargain shop for my wedding dress when that time comes. I mean, I'm the girl who has 20 formal dresses in her closet because I found them all on sale over a couple of years and "had to have them just in case" -- and the grand total was less than $500.

Is buying a wedding gown online the smart choice? I mean, with all other dresses it's easy to return without a problem when you purchase it online (most of the time), but your hopes are so high about a wedding gown, it is smart to create a potential for let down and additional stress by ordering something so significant online?

I do not like bridesmaid dresses. At all. I like simple, elegant dresses that can truly be worn again (See the J.Crew bridesmaid dress section. That's where J.Crew has hit the nail on the head with weddings.). I have never had a bridesmaid dress I could wear again, although, let's face it, with my dress collection the brides probably never thought I needed another dress that I could wear more than once.

I hate J.Crew wedge flip flops. Actually, I hate all wedge flip flops. I think if you want a heel, wear a damn heel. End of story. I love J.Crew critter flip flops, but I miss the old sole... the foamy, cushiony, soft one. The new rubber one makes the shoe heavier and it doesn't mold to your feet as well. I remember the first pair I had (and still have to be completely honest... we know what it takes for me to part with shoes)... pale pink with orange angel fish. My newer pairs (only two because I wear my rainbows so often it doesn't make sense to buy too many) are hot pink with navy tennis racquets and pink and white striped with daquiris. I find myself not wearing the newer ones because they are heavier. Has anyone else noticed this?

And no, no engagement yet... just looking because several close friends are getting married. And we all know that every girl keeps a wedding idea book... and reasoning behind my subscription to Martha Stewart Weddings... yeah, that's my story. To y'all and to Mr. Preppy. Yeah.

Don't forget about the giveaway!

Giveaway Update

I found the polish colors on polyvore, so I made two sets showing them and added them to the giveaway post. Check it out here!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010


So this is how Mr. Preppy (whose last day of work is tomorrow) and I (who am bored to death at my job) have spent our days. His gchat is blocked, but outlook is not, so check out this excerpt from our emailing (please ignore the language implied by the asterisks, I've had a bad day so far):

Me: I am SICK of this idiot *****.

Mr. Preppy: im sorry baby, u will survive

Me: She just will not SHUT UP about things she should have realized a year ago… she’s complaining because any appointment calls when they go to the automated system go to her extension because she’s the only full time appointment scheduler in this office all the time. She is just a ******* and a whore and I seriously can’t take it anymore.

Mr. Preppy: baby u are only going to be there a few more months at the most so just think of that baby

Me: 42 days

Mr. Preppy: u can handle that baby, are they upset u are leaving?

Me: Yeah, [immediate supervisor] is. She hates idiot ***** and wants me to be able to stay. I have to write a resignation letter and I’m going to put in there that I hope they will keep me in mind in the future if they need any help.

Mr. Preppy: im sure that if u do it properly they will hire u back baby

Me: Good grief she’s a dumbass… she didn’t realize she wasn’t scrolled over far enough on a webpage and is freaking out and yelling at me to tell her what to do to fix it.

Mr. Preppy: Just ignore her.

Me: But [Mr. Preppy’s IRL name that I type out so that it’s really long and he can tell I’m whining], it’s hard when her cigarette and booze odor is only two feet from me!

Don't forget my giveaway!

Giveaway Alerts

Ok, y'all, in addition to entering my giveaway, head over to Kitchen Belleicious and enter her giveaway. She is giving away a $25 gift certificate to Beaucoup... check out the website to see all the fun favors for parties and weddings and other decorative items they have!

P.S. Don't forget my giveaway... remember, enter on the original giveaway post!

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Blogiversary Giveaway Numero Uno

Ok, so I just ordered the products for the giveaway, so I do not have my own pictures yet. No etsy people contacted me, so it will just be my own favorite items...

Drumroll, please...

OPI Nail polish! I will pick two winners, a first place and a second place. First place will receive
Gargauntan Green Grape, Osaka to me Orange, Miami Beet,. Second place will receive
Osaka to Me Orange, Make Love, and Peace Baby. Entries will be earned as follows:

  • Become a follower and leave a comment saying you did so (or let me know you already are) - one entry
  • Add my button to your page - two more entries
  • Blog about the giveaway - two more entries
  • Have someone tell me you sent them to enter in their entry comment (if this is confusing let me know and I will try to explain better) - one more entry
For example, if you are a follower and comment telling me so, add my button, blog about the giveaway, and someone enters the giveaway and gives you credit, you would get a total of 6 entries. For each additional person who tells me you sent them, you get an additional entry, so the possibilities are pretty much endless.

I will write your name down on a slip of paper for each entry and mix them up the old fashioned way in a hat and draw one to determine a winner.

****VERY IMPORTANT**** all entries MUST MUST MUST be left on this post. Any entries on later posts will NOT be counted. I will direct you back to this entry in ALL later posts, so PLEASE only comment here. It will make it much easier for me to keep all entries together. Giveaway will end Tuesday, June 8th at midnight, EST. I will post winners by Friday June 11th.

Update: Here are the polyvore sets I made showing the colors, I hope you think they're as fun as I do!

Also, there will be a giveaway numero dos for those readers who own (or know someone who owns) a dog smaller than Preppy Pup (a 16ish pound Miniature Pinscher) - so pretty much a Chihuahua (funny sidenote, I always have to say cha hUa hUa to spell that) or Maltese or the like. Also, if you have a porkier miniature pinscher (no judging, Preppy Pup was 24 pounds at her biggest... thank you, Purina One Healthy Weight Formula), or something similarly sized, stay tuned. I've found another item I purchased that is far too big for her but too preppy to go to waste.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Impatient Much?

So I know summer hasn't even officially started and all, and it IS my favorite season of the year, but I cannot wait for fall. I am bored out of my skull at work and can't wait to begin student teaching. Add to that being 3 months closer to graduation, (hopefully) having a little more certainty on the job/ post grad plans front, Mr. Preppy moving out, and football season, and this girl couldn't be more antsy.

Plus I was finishing swapping out my fall/winter clothes for spring/summer (flannel pj's for cotton and silk, sweaters for shorts, etc.) and saw all of my cute argyle sweaters. If there is an outfit I love more in the fall than a pair of dark skinny jeans tucked into tall boots with an argyle sweater, I haven't found it yet. I am an argyle-aholic. If it didn't look so out of place in the spring and summer, I'm sure I would find a way to wear it then, too. As it is, I'm content to whip out the seersucker and polka dots.

Plus... fall will get me a little closer to receiving the nice shiny hunk of metal and glass that I may or may not have gone to pick out with Mr. Preppy yesterday afternoon...

Oh, don't forget, blogiversary giveaway coming up Tuesday!

Sunday, May 23, 2010


Ok, going with very married's suggestion, I am on the lookout for anyone with an etsy shop who would be willing to donate an item for my anniversary giveaway... c'mon, you know you'd like the publicity!

I will also be giving away one (or some, I haven't quite decided yet) of my favorite things, but that will be a surprise!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010


So my one year blogiversary is coming up June 3rd and I'm trying to think of something, some sort of giveaway, to celebrate. It won't be too big, given my current financial situation, but I want to thank all of you for sticking around for so long.

If you have any ideas, please let me know!

Facebook Privacy

So I thought my Facebook was secure and everything, except that friends of friends can send me a friend request (which I HATE HATE HATE and if any of you know how to change that, please let me know, I've been trying for MONTHS).

I was wrong.

Apparently my current city, activities, interests, and a few other things were available to everyone. I found this by doing a privacy scan, found here. I highly suggest you all do this, especially those of you looking for jobs or entering professional degree programs (education majors, pay attention!).

Tuesday, May 18, 2010


Ok, so my work computer now has Facebook unblocked, but has blocked Texts from Last Night. There's only so much time I can spend on Facebook, or playing Cosmo Beach Sudoku, so I'm re-reading Philippa Gregory's books... this is going to be a loooooong summer of work. Weddings and parties, hurry up!

Monday, May 17, 2010

Monday, do you HAVE to happen every week?

So my record time for being annoyed at work has finally been broken... it took all of 11 minutes this morning. I'm already planning to crawl straight into my bed as soon as I can make it home from work this afternoon (although in all actuality, I sent Mr. Preppy a BBM saying that may be how my day ends when I was on the way to work at 8:15 this morning, so maybe it's a self-fulfilling thing?).

I KNEW I should have called in sick.

Sunday, May 16, 2010


Ugh, I wish I had taken a picture of my nails yesterday after I finished scrubbing bathrooms. I had to grout paint off of itty bitty shower tiles for three hours, after which I scrubbed floors -- all so my condo can look as perfect as possible next weekend. I wore surgical gloves, not those too-big yellow gloves everyone thinks of, and my pretty Elephantastic Pink manicure still became history in a matter of hours.

Not to mention the back spasms I am now having which caused me to cut dinner with Mr. Preppy short last night so I could come home and go straight to bed.

I'm off to shop for a couple of hours with Mama, then hopefully laying out with Mr. Preppy and some of our friends by the pool.

Enjoy your Sunday loves!!

Friday, May 14, 2010

Money Woes Again

On top of everything else with my financial aid, I just received an email saying my tuition will be increasing from $107/ credit hour to $143/ credit hour (yes, we have amazingly low tuition, but any increase is a shock). I was part of a guaranteed tuition trial that began 4 years ago... but I failed to realize that it was only guaranteed for those 4 years.

I still have not sold my condo (potential buyer looking next weekend), I will have no job after the end of July (because I can't work and student teach at the same time, and tuition is going up and I am losing a scholarship. I really don't know what to do right now.

Please pray that things work out. My mother and I are incredibly stressed over this and I know I'm not making things any easier for Mr. Preppy because I am so stressed over everything.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Education Cost Woes

Let me tell you how @$$-backward the federal government is in regard to education. My FAFSA was "due" March 1st (not that it matters, because they take them any time and apply it ASAP), but you need all your tax information to fill it out. Based on previous years' experience, I believed (and was led to believe by the Financial Aid Office and the FAFSA website) I needed my mother's information to submit my FAFSA because although I am no longer a dependent, they still believe she can contribute a quarter of her salary to my education (no, seriously, our "estimated family contribution" is a quarter of her pre-tax income).

Believing that, and because she never files taxes until the very last second, I only completed my FAFSA earlier today (I've waited that long the last two years also and it hasn't had any negative effects, knock on wood.). Imagine my surprise to find that I DON'T NEED HER INFORMATION THIS YEAR!!! Remember, I filed my taxes in JANUARY and could have submitted it well before the deadline. Also, because I don't need her information this year, I qualify for several additional grants (one of which is strictly for teachers but my school is not allowed to participate until next year at the earliest... thanks, feds, for snatching that highly anticipated $4,000 from my trembling hands). One of these is first come, first serve... which I will most likely not get, because, again, I was under a false impression that was backed up when I tried to file my FAFSA early.

Also, I've paid (the majority of) my own bills for the last 3 1/2 years. Why is it that they are only recognizing that fact and rewarding it with grants for my LAST SEMESTER of college?

Plus, our tuition is going up in Georgia. Hopefully this will not affect me too much because they will still have to honor my guaranteed tuition, but they will be able to pile on all the extra fees and surcharges they want. The biggest thing is that I'm no longer eligible for the HOPE scholarship because it only covers the first 127 credit hours (including all taken at other institutions and those that you ever withdrew from without credit).

Needless to say, I am a little frustrated.

P.S. Coworker is on the phone with her daughter discussing the best place to get an abortion. Ick.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

An Open Letter

Dear Annoying Coworker,

You are simultaneously lazy, a pain in my rear, and a moron.

Please work on this. Perhaps turning your cell off while you're at work will help you because your white trash children and "friends with benefits" (including, but not limited to, your ex-husband, landlord, on and off boyfriend, and cousin(!)) will be unable to call continuously. Also, sending your youngest to boot camp so he doesn't try to escape from alternative school again is a suggestion you might consider.

Edit: Also, if you could refrain from talking at top volume about how your son steals your "malt licker" and your cartons 'o cigarettes, that would be just fabulous, darlin'.

Not Management

P.S. Bless your heart, we're all praying for you.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Spoiled Pooch

Now, I am the first to admit that Preppy Pup is spoiled. She has more clothes and accessories than most children, but her wardrobe consists of sorostipooch necessities - polos, sundresses, and pearls (with the occasional holiday outfit thrown in).

However, some people go too far in spoiling their canine companions.

In an attempt to find her a new set of pearls, I stumbled across a website that shocked me into silence. I am APPALLED at the fact that these dog dresses cost more than I would pay for a dress for myself (the bargain shopper that I am, you know I never pay retail unless forced), let alone Preppy Pup. Take a look at this.

Seriously, I hope your jaws drop and you have fits of hysterical laughter.... I don't want to be the only one with that reaction. I wonder how much business this woman actually does.
After three doses of Exedrin Migraine (I was too sick to eat anything substantial or I would have taken my no fail Imitrex... seriously, it is the best Rx migraine medicine but it makes me sick unless I've had a ton to eat.) over the course of the last 18 hours my head is FINALLY starting to feel better.

(Boring*) Plans for today:
  • Work til 5.
  • Tan. (no judgements please)
  • Home to work out - Bridget's 15 Minute Boot Camp from the Girls Next Door Workout DVD. (again, no judgements, this is an awesome workout - you will be sore for days if you are unaccustomed to exercising regularly)
  • Cook dinner for myself and Mr. Preppy.
  • Laundry.
  • Try to update my calendar with all known weddings and other activities for the rest of the year.
Anyone else have anything exciting coming up?

*I never thought I would be bored because I wasn't in class... apparently I need to get my priorities in order.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Boo to Migraines

My newest facebook status update?

Dear migraines,
You suck. Period. Go the heck away and disappear forever.
Don't feel bad for me. Feel bad for Preppy Pup (who I am clinging to for dear life) and Mr. Preppy (who has to get constant BBMs complaining about this situation). You know how people say doctors and other medical people are the worst patients? Well, they were wrong. The children of medical people (a nurse in this situation) are the worst patients because we have to be -- otherwise our parents would tell us nothing was wrong with us (which is why I didn't have a surgery I needed until after I'd needed it for 2 1/2 years, but that's another fun story for another post). Sadly, this trait does not go away when we grow up. It just gets more pronounced.

For example, I felt the need to describe, in detail, how badly my whole body hurts, when I put a heating pad on my back, how much medicine I've taken, and how nauseated my migraine is making me... all to poor Mr. Preppy. Seriously, if I have a boyfriend after tonight, it will be an act of God.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Dean's List

Ok, I can stop ranting now. I made Dean's List... so yes, I was freaked out and worried for no reason. Oops.

Good luck to the UT girls just starting finals today!!!!


I HATE that grades were due to the registrar by midnight because that makes the fact that they are still unavailable to ME unacceptable.

Plus, the little calendar announcement thingy in my school email says "Friday, May 7 - Grades Viewable." I ask you, without a specified time in the announcement, what person in their right mind would think that that ISN'T an all-day event, which would mean it started at 12:01 am?

Apparently, it is beyond the capabilities of my small school to post grades in a timely manner... especially when there is one anxious student waiting to see if she actually managed to make Dean's List because she finally (!) took initiative during her classes.

This would not be a problem if my two of my professors would actually tell their students their grades before they were officially posted.

Stupid privacy rules.

Ok, that's my rant. For the next several hours I will be hitting the refresh button on my computer until my grades are viewable. Oh, and I'll be getting ready for work and all that, but mostly just the refreshing.

Back when school manages to appease me.

Monday, May 3, 2010

She's Allllliiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvvveeeeeeee!!!!!!!

Yes, I am still alive and kickin'. I'm sorry for taking such a long break but I've been a tad overwhelmed with schoolwork for the last month. I had to finish up student teaching for this semester and then do all the accompanying work, including about twenty reports and presentations and reviews, PLUS the work I had for my Political Science classes and Chemistry class.


As of 2:28 this afternoon (or, technically, 6:15 tomorrow night when I have to turn in a final paper that's already finished), I was finished with this semester. I am finished with my last semester of undergraduate classes... I begin student teaching August 3rd. I take the first of three certification tests June 19th.

I am taking a day or two to decompress because I have literally been wound tighter than a three day clock (have y'all heard that one? My great-grandfather used to say it ALL the time!) for the last week. This weekend all I had to do was study for the final I took today and finish the paper for tomorrow, but I forgot to budget my time to include a First Communion that I had to attend (that ended up lasting from 11 am to 5 pm...). I ended up at the library at 6:15 and stayed until close to midnight (when our ridiculous library closed... what library CLOSES during finals? and doesn't open until 1:30 the next afternoon?) and then camped out from 12:30 (in the only open building on campus until the library opened) until 6 last night to get everything finished. Mr. Preppy took pity on me Saturday and met me at school so he could force me to go eat something.

Anyway. I will be back full-time by Wednesday at the latest and will be catching up on blogs in the meantime. I missed you blog buddies!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Insert Sad Face Here

So... I stink. I left my power cord for my laptop at work last week, which is why I haven't been able to blog. However, I think I am going to take a blogging break for the next few weeks so I can concentrate on finishing my last semester of undergraduate classes (woohoo!) on a high note. I will be back, I pinky promise, but I'm just not able to promise when exactly that will be.

I will be trying to keep up with blogs but I probably won't be commenting very much. I'll be a lurker for a little while.

Back in a few weeks. XOXO.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

So sorry blog friends... I've been a horrible blogger lately. Hell week finally ended Thursday and I've been going nonstop since then. However today is my last day of work for the week (yay!) so I should be better at blogging the rest of the week. I'll post again tomorrow (I'm supposed to go to an outdoor concert tonight, but those plans may change because of stupid pollen) if not tonight.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Prayers Needed

Update of this weekend will be coming shortly...

Right now I need your prayers for my boss/doctor/sometimes stand-in dad/fellow church member/friend. He left Saturday with a group of people from our church and two others that included several other doctors and church members to go on a mission/ aid trip to Chile. His wife accompanied him.

On the flight she started feeling ill and was rushed to a hospital as soon as they landed. She died at the hospital of a pulmonary embolism. They believe she developed a blood clot in her leg during the flight and when they landed it broke free and went to her lung.

There is no way to describe the depth of pain this is causing our work and church families, as well as our entire community. He is a favorite doctor (my aunt, one of my Godmothers, and several friends are also patients of his) in Augusta and the surrounding areas. Many of his patients will travel hours to see him and all of us wait (thankfully I'm at work and get paid to do so) a while to see him. He takes time with each patient, regardless of what his schedule is looking like. He is one of the sweetest, most caring men in the world.

He is flying back from Chile tomorrow. If you have a moment, please keep him in your prayers.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Wedding #1 Attire (and a vent session)

So the first of this year's weddings is this weekend. My cousin is getting married** on Saturday in a field in North Carolina. Fingers crossed that it stays 76 and sunny as is currently predicting. Because me? I'm wearing this:

I'm trying to figure out what shoes to wear. My options are nude peep-toe slingbacks with a tiny bow on the front (think 1950's) or silver Nina peep-toe slingbacks. I'm probably wearing a pearl and silver jewelry combo. Both pairs are as well-equipped for standing in a field (no seating is provided) as anything cute I can find. No dancing (or drinking) due to the fact that the reception is being held in the student center of a Theological Seminary.

Mr. Preppy and I will be leaving Augusta around 9-ish Saturday for the 4pm wedding (since it's a 5 hour drive and I have absolutely no clue how to get there except my picture/text/map versions from GoogleMaps). We will also be driving back to Augusta as soon as we can slip out of the reception (no alochol = no need to stay there for the night). Please pray for him (more so than me, I'm used to the snide/rude/barely concealed comments and insults -- he isn't -- and he's meeting everyone for the first time). All I can say is he must love me because he's been warned in advance and he's still willing to go.

***This has caused major drama because he is the golden child on that side and even though I'm not engaged, his engagement managed to spark a lecture from his mother (!) to me through another cousin (who actually took my side and was just giving me a head's up in case my aunt decided to actually go there with me) about why I shouldn't get married or rush into anything. Umm, hello? He's known this girl for less time than Mr. Preppy and I have been a couple. Apparently it's ok to rush in if you met at a Theological Seminary. Anyway.
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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Just In Case You Were Wondering...

...this is what happens when you are up until after 3 am (when you started before 9 pm) working on a county library budget (a faux budget for a non-existent county for a public administration class that will NEVER help you when teaching high schoolers about government... not that I'm bitter or anything) that must be completely rearranged. After you've been up since 5 am and been thrown into a subbing assignment at a school that you only went to in order to OBSERVE a teacher and you are dealt with the WORST KIDS IN THE SCHOOL WHO MAKE YOU FEAR FOR YOUR LIFE AND STRIKE THAT SCHOOL FROM YOUR "I MAY WANT TO TEACH THERE SOMEDAY" LIST IMMEDIATELY.

You get a little silly because you can't wind down to be able to fall asleep.

At which point you start posing your fur-child (who has been asleep since 9 pm on her puppy bed under the bench in your room to avoid your aggravation) with her favorite squeaky toy, Monsieur Monkey (yes, that is his name, and yes, I say it with a horrible French accent).

... and at that point, you can finally go to sleep.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Spring, Sundresses, and Sewing

Need help ladies.

I have some deep orange linen material, white on white seersucker material, pink on white seersucker material, and red on white seersucker material... that I've had for literally 3 years and done nothing with.

That's going to change. I am dusting off my Singer (that's my sewing machine, y'all, not some American Idol castoff I purchased on the black market) and in an effort to welcome spring I will be attempting to make some sundresses. My favorite style sundress is a simple strapless with a natural waist and some flowy-ness (I know, I'm making up words here) at the bottom. Slightly above-knee to knee-length. Kinda like this J.Crew embossed beach dress (that I may or may not already own in a couple of solids):

The problem?

I have no pattern. And in no way, shape, or form am I willing to cut apart one of my (totaling over 100 at this point) dresses to make one of my own. I am running out of places to look online to see if any are even available (for such a classic silhouette you'd think there would be several). I'll be hitting up Hobby Lobby tonight on the way home and JoAnn's and Hancock Fabrics over the weekend. Cross your fingers pretty please.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Read at Your Own Risk

As I sat here typing the following post, coworker hacked up a chunk of either bodily fluids that have congealed or a part of her lung... not sure which... ON TO HER COMPUTER SCREEN AND IS PLAYING WITH IT.

Ok, so today's vent:

Coworker's stomach is making very not-nice noises because she decided to go get soup from Ruby Tuesday's AND an assorted "value" (I'm using the term loosely because I "value" my life way too much to eat one of these) meal from Taco Hell. I am almost sick to my own stomach because of the concert hers is giving.

This started after she reached into another coworker's jar of jelly beans with her bare hands although a silver scoop was provided after she's been coughing and sneezing all over her hands all day and brags about NEVER WASHING HER HANDS AFTER SMOKING OR USING THE RESTROOM.

Also, her 14 year old son (in 6th grade) has multiple STDs and she has been blaming the school system during the entire morning. Seriously?

And we just had to explain to her how the lottery works and why there is never a guaranteed winner because she just "ain't understandin' how in this whole big ole wide world with all these folks a-playin this here lottry [no e sound] ain't nobody won." I just cringed typing that sentence.