Spoil Me Giveaway

Hosted by: Funny Postpartum Lady

Sponsored by:

Juvy Jewels

Michele's Thirty One

New Mom Body's Plexus Slim

Katelyn's Perfectly Posh

Get Skinny with Roni

With the kids back in school (for those of us with school aged kids) and the Fall weather starting to show it's beautiful face, I thought it was fine time for a giveaway just for ME! Well, really just for you but you get the sentiment. I have teamed up with some great Sponsors and Bloggers to bring you this FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY! 

What's in it? I'm glad you asked.

From Juvy Jewels:

Mystic Blue Topaz Necklace 

From Michele's Thirty One

Manicure Nail File

From New Mom Body's Plexus Slim:

Trial Pack 

From Katelyn's Perfectly Posh

And from Get Skinny with Roni:

One It Works Wrap


Now, doesn't this seem like a whole lot of AWESOME in one giveaway? I think so. All you have to do is enter the Rafflecopter below, cross your fingers, and then wait for the winner to be announced. The winner's name will be displayed on the Rafflecopter October 1st and they will be notified via email.
GOOD LUCK!

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An Open Letter to Men

Disclaimer:  I do not speak for all women.  SOme are overindulgent and don't mind when their men do these things.  That's okay.  As long as I don't have to do them.

An open letter to Men:

We don't care how loud you laugh at whatever ridiculous thing you are watching on the T.V. when we walk into the room.  It in no way, shape, or form provokes us to want to ask you "what's so funny?"
After a certain amount of time together, women typically learn that it does not matter what you're watching.  There is a 99.9% chance that we will NOT find it as hilarious as your sweet, easily amused, man brain does. This, my dear, is why I quit asking "Hey babe,whatcha laughing at?" when you make that ever so obvious and overly dramatic laugh.
The fact that we KNOW you're dying for someone to  ask, makes us automatically hate what you're watching and triggers the whole "LALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!" reaction.  If someone walks into the room and they're intrigued even slightly by what you're watching, they will ask.  If a woman walks passed the T.V. and doesn't give it a second look, pretend you never saw her.
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, start laughing super hard just to get our attention and force us to ask what is so damn funny on your lame ass show.
We can usually predict what it will be.  "Hey babe, watch this, you gotta see this!!" Then a dumb ass kid skateboards down a banister and crushes his "nuts".   The only thing funny about that happening is, well, he probably can't produce any children in the future, saving us all from having to watch a second generation of that video.  If you men want to crush your testicles, by all means, do it.  You won't get an argument from me.  Abort all the little swimmers you have.  Just don't make me watch.  It hurts me and I don't even have them.  Oh, and if I have to watch that women dance on that table and crash through one more time, I will scream!!

While we are on the subject of your NOT SO subtle hints, I would like to request that you not make the BIG, GIGANTIC, overly DRAMATIC, ***SIGHHHHH***
You ain't foolin' anyone with that.  We have it figured out!  We KNOW you are just dying for us women to say "Oh honey, what's the matter?  Are you okay?"  Contrary to popular belief, most of us don't really care to discuss "feeeeeelings".  When we claim to want to do that, we are usually trying to get you to run the other way so that we can have some alone time to swallow our feelings.....right out of a big bottle of wine.  If your curious, a lot of us women stash our feelings there for safe keeping.  Word of warning, attempting to find our stashed feelings in that wine bottle may result in serious bodily harm, or even death.  Do not try this. AGAIN, DO.NOT.TRY.THIS.

Anyway, like I said, no giant "sighhhhhhhhhhhs" please.  If there is something that a glass of wine or a beer won't fix, then just say "hey babe, can we talk?"  That, my dear, will get my attention.

In short, anything that is an annoyingly loud noise used to manipulate someone into asking you why you are making that noise, is a big NO, NO!

Thank you for your time, and goodnight.
Love always,
My Pleasant Nightmare

Wordless Wednesday: Remembering 9/11

God Bless America

Pumping Iron

well, not that kind

I've had an interesting couple of days.  I have anemia and to help with that little problem, I take an iron pill and get a B-12 shot every week.  I went in on Tuesday for my weekly shot.  I wasn't feeling to hot.  Well, actually, I was feeling really hot.  That was the problem.  My chest hurt and I was having pains shooting down my left arm.  My heart felt like it was pounding right out of my chest.  I wasn't sure what to think.  When the nurse asked me how I was doing, I told her that I didn't feel right.  She told me I looked a little pale and that she would take my blood pressure.

HOLY CRAP!  

It was through the roof.  They worked my right into their schedule and ran an EKG.  It came back abnormal.  The doctor read it and told me that he thought that I may not be getting enough oxygen to part of my heart.  He ran some blood tests to rule out any sort of heart attack past or present and to see how my iron levels were.  

He sent my labs off with a courier and told them he needed them STAT.  It was 2 hours before the courier even showed up to the lab.  Apparently "STAT" is not in his vocabulary.  The lab is only 20 minutes away....

Finally, we got the results.  My iron hadn't budged but on a bright note, there was no sign of a heart attack.  At the ripe old age of 31, I was praying that was the case.  haha

So, we concluded the the lack of iron is the cause of the heart issues.  He said he would set up an appointment for me to have iron infusions done.  This is supposed to speed up the process of getting some iron in my system faster.  I'm also waiting to see a cardiologist.  

Today was my first one.  I was terrified.  I had no clue what to expect.  I hate needles.  The thought of people jamming an IV needle in my arm for hours on end scared me.  It took me a half an hour to get the paperwork completed.  When I got back there, none of the nurses had ever seen an iron infusion and were confused by the orders.  The pharmacy was taking forever to send my test bag up and the nurses didn't understand why I needed to have a test bag in the first place.  I am no medical professional so I wasn't much help.  It turns out, some people have had allergic reactions to IV iron.  Who knew?  They also were supposed to pre-dose me with Benadryl JUST.IN.CASE

So after 2 blown veins, they finally found one in working order.  They flushed that bad boy out hooked up the test bag of iron and started it.  I asked if the Benadryl was in the test bag.  I could see the curse words boiling to the surface of their heads when the realized they forgot the Benadryl and just started pumping iron in me.  I had to laugh at them as they were scurrying to undo the iron and shoot me up with the Benadryl.  Nothing funnier than iron spewing all over the place, and their faces were priceless!

After I was all settled in, I looked over at my roommates.  They were all like a hundred years old.  I figured "Whatevs, I'll deal"  The old lady had control of the remote.  She was watching Jerry Springer.  She was having a good ole time too!  Laughing at the hoochie mommas on the tv with the tight short shorts, low cut shirts, bouncing boobies, and the big jiggly booties, all trying to figure out who their baby daddy was!  This woman was a hoot!  

The man next to me kept snoring and falling asleep.  He was sweet as pie.  He had been going there for 2 years to get blood transfusions.  He was telling them to hurry it along because he had places to be.  They did too.  All was fine and dandy for him.  He got up, called his friends to pick him up, and walked out using his little silver walker.  Then I hear someone screaming for the nurse.  I hear the man saying "calm down.  I'll find her."  He walking back in with blood spewing all over.  His site had not clotted all the way AND he was on blood thinners AND he took his bandage off too soon AND he tried lifting his walker.  Anyway, I was finally out of there around 6 pm!  Yep.  I was there from 1pm to 6pm.  I'm a little nauseous, very tired, and have a horrible headache.  Hopefully it will all be worth it in the end! 

So, if you ever need an iron infusion, this is what to expect.  One infusion down, 3 to go.  I hope next week is eventful too.