Okay. I love my momma's hair. It's the most beautiful, REAL red hair. Sometimes I wish my hair was red. Or dream that my little girl will have red hair.
Well, it's Fall. And in celebration of the fall season, I've been convinced (since I'm not a real redhead) to make myself a redhead!
I'm excited. Except that last time I took matters into my own hands, it came out fiery red. It was okay though. It was summer. And I was in that in-between after graduating where I didn't have an adult job yet (crazy economic problems). And of course it eventually faded.
Now it's back to my usual brownish-blondish-reddish color. I'm making moves though...back to red. This weekend. Red or bust.
It's more of an auburn color (on the box anyways...) but perhaps this is my problem. That I'm not a professional colorist and neither is Katie. But we'll see. Maybe we'll both have a new calling in life (hair?).
Hopefully it works because now I actually do have a real job. And in November, Casey and I have plans to take a we-just-got-married-this-year-and-look-how-cute-we-are picture to make Christmas postcards to send to people. FUN! Our first couple-y card.
Anyhow, here's to hoping that it turns out pretty (I'm toasting with my water bottle...toast with whatever drink you have handy...I don't judge and I don't know what time you're reading this).
If it turns out smokin hot, maybe I'll post a pic.
About Me
- Pamela K
- The youngest of three girls, I used to be the littlest lamb. Then I met a boy, fell deep in love, and now I'm a Krasen! But in my heart, I'll forever be my parents' Littlest Lamb too. I'm told I'm over-dramatic, and I prefer to think of it passionate about my feelings, but you know, whichever...I tell myself I love spontaneity, but let's be honest, if I didn't have organization, I would lose it. So I love planned spontaneity (totally not an oxymoron). I love loving. And I love to write. Enjoy the drama (passion), organization, and love as it unfolds in my life...a life that is not my own, but is dedicated to serving my God and my husband. And a life in which I am clothed in grace.
Friday, October 21, 2011
TGIF
You know how when you're a kid and the school week feels SO exhausting and you can't wait for the weekend to come? Remember TGIF? Yeah, seriously. AWESOME.
Well, it's funny how I express the same sentiment if not even more thrill at the prospect of a weekend. Oh I love my weekends. Hi, my name is Pam. I'm 28. And I'm addicted to weekends.
I tell you what. As a kid, a work day looks so easy. You know, no homework, no tests, what could possibly go wrong? I'll let you kids in on a little secret: work is tiring! And then it's not even just the idea that I have a real, live job, but as an adult, there's so many other responsibilities too. Who knew?
So now, weekends just make me so happy. Even if I still have chores to do and errands to run. Even if means going out of town and driving all over Charlotte or the east coast. It also means that I get to spend time with my fabulous family and spend more time with my amazing hubby. I get to see Patch. I maybe get to go to a movie or the mountains or random weekends away. I get to see my friends. We get to make a little nicer dinner. I get to sneak in my secret show (yes, I'm still into "Say Yes to the Dress"). I get to enjoy a long run. I get to sleep in, even if just for an extra hour. I get to lay in bed cuddled next to Casey in the morning instead of jumping (or rolling) out of bed at the sound of my alarm during the week. I get to have a life that I don't really have time for during the work week.
I wonder if kids will every learn how awesome it is that their only real responsibility is to be a kid.
Well, it's funny how I express the same sentiment if not even more thrill at the prospect of a weekend. Oh I love my weekends. Hi, my name is Pam. I'm 28. And I'm addicted to weekends.
I tell you what. As a kid, a work day looks so easy. You know, no homework, no tests, what could possibly go wrong? I'll let you kids in on a little secret: work is tiring! And then it's not even just the idea that I have a real, live job, but as an adult, there's so many other responsibilities too. Who knew?
So now, weekends just make me so happy. Even if I still have chores to do and errands to run. Even if means going out of town and driving all over Charlotte or the east coast. It also means that I get to spend time with my fabulous family and spend more time with my amazing hubby. I get to see Patch. I maybe get to go to a movie or the mountains or random weekends away. I get to see my friends. We get to make a little nicer dinner. I get to sneak in my secret show (yes, I'm still into "Say Yes to the Dress"). I get to enjoy a long run. I get to sleep in, even if just for an extra hour. I get to lay in bed cuddled next to Casey in the morning instead of jumping (or rolling) out of bed at the sound of my alarm during the week. I get to have a life that I don't really have time for during the work week.
I wonder if kids will every learn how awesome it is that their only real responsibility is to be a kid.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Baby, It's Cold Outside
It's cold out today. I'm sorry, that came out wrong. It's cold out today!!! Usually I love the beginnings of fall. Cool, crisp days. Jackets on the way to work. Heat in the car. Tights when I run rather than shorts. Soup for dinner. I love this weather. Unfortunately I wanted to wear flip flops just a couple more times. Oh well. I'm pretty stoked for chilly for 2 reasons in particular.
1. Casey and I have a coffee date tonight. Because it's cold, we've decided to go with comfy-wear versus fancy tonight. So we've agreed on sweatpants. Which I love...a date with my hubby, curled up, at a coffeeshop, in sweatpants. Sounds pretty perfect to me.
2. Long run on Saturday at McMullen. I get to wear tights and a fleece jacket. I may even see my breath as I run and my nose might get a little pink. I always seem to have more energy and last a longer and feel a little better in cold weather runs. And this makes me happy.
1. Casey and I have a coffee date tonight. Because it's cold, we've decided to go with comfy-wear versus fancy tonight. So we've agreed on sweatpants. Which I love...a date with my hubby, curled up, at a coffeeshop, in sweatpants. Sounds pretty perfect to me.
2. Long run on Saturday at McMullen. I get to wear tights and a fleece jacket. I may even see my breath as I run and my nose might get a little pink. I always seem to have more energy and last a longer and feel a little better in cold weather runs. And this makes me happy.
Puppy Fever
Wow. Is it really already October 20th already? I'm flabbergasted. We decorated for Halloween last weekend...we have a small scarecrow and a tin pumpkin that looks cool. The lid opens. So we'll probably put the candy in it to hand out to all the little kiddies. I still can't believe it's almost the end of October though. And if I had a puppy, I'm sure we would find a cute pumpkin costume just the right size for her. Unfortunately, there's no puppy.
Last weekend Casey and I went shopping for puppy accessories. We're not getting a puppy soon. But my theory is this: if we gradually buy the items we need for a puppy then by the time we're ready for one, all we'll have left to buy is the puppy. WAY cheaper (and smarter) than getting the puppy and bringing the cute, cuddly bundle of joy home and then going to the pet store. I mean I guess it's not technically cheaper, but the cost is more spread out. I like to call this budgeting. Some people, including the guy checking us out (does that sound creepy to anyone else?...the guy ringing us up) at the pet store, just laugh at me, but it really makes perfect sense to me. Nevermind the fact that we want a bulldog and they cost over a grand anyways. I guess all the more reason to buy stuff ahead of time, huh? Whatev, it works for me. Except that now I just want a puppy that much more. I designed in my head, and ran the idea by Casey, how we would set up the puppy's play area in the house while we are gone and she can't go with either of us to work or the grocery store or something and Mom and Dad can't puppysit. I'm pretty sure he was on board with my plans. I've also been tossing around name ideas in my head all week. Casey told me he ordered part of my Christmas present yesterday, and my response was "You can order bulldogs online now?"
I'm intent on bringing the little girl to work with me...I'm not sure Dr. Nieman or my co-workers would agree. Or building management for that matter. Katie and Casey think I wouldn't get any work done cause I'd be playing with my puppy all day. I don't know, I feel like I'm pretty responsible and can juggle things and get my priorities straight. They're probably right though. I love puppies way more than I like computers.
I definitely have puppy fever.
Last weekend Casey and I went shopping for puppy accessories. We're not getting a puppy soon. But my theory is this: if we gradually buy the items we need for a puppy then by the time we're ready for one, all we'll have left to buy is the puppy. WAY cheaper (and smarter) than getting the puppy and bringing the cute, cuddly bundle of joy home and then going to the pet store. I mean I guess it's not technically cheaper, but the cost is more spread out. I like to call this budgeting. Some people, including the guy checking us out (does that sound creepy to anyone else?...the guy ringing us up) at the pet store, just laugh at me, but it really makes perfect sense to me. Nevermind the fact that we want a bulldog and they cost over a grand anyways. I guess all the more reason to buy stuff ahead of time, huh? Whatev, it works for me. Except that now I just want a puppy that much more. I designed in my head, and ran the idea by Casey, how we would set up the puppy's play area in the house while we are gone and she can't go with either of us to work or the grocery store or something and Mom and Dad can't puppysit. I'm pretty sure he was on board with my plans. I've also been tossing around name ideas in my head all week. Casey told me he ordered part of my Christmas present yesterday, and my response was "You can order bulldogs online now?"
I'm intent on bringing the little girl to work with me...I'm not sure Dr. Nieman or my co-workers would agree. Or building management for that matter. Katie and Casey think I wouldn't get any work done cause I'd be playing with my puppy all day. I don't know, I feel like I'm pretty responsible and can juggle things and get my priorities straight. They're probably right though. I love puppies way more than I like computers.
I definitely have puppy fever.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
A few randoms...
I'm a random person, so this post is kinda similar to what goes on in my head...random thoughts. The kind of random that makes total sense in your head. The train of thought is very clear, but you forget to actually verbalize everything, so the one sentence that pops out is, voila, random!
Well, here are a couple things:
1. I'm so so so proud of my two oldest nephews. I'm proud of all 37 (or 6) of my nephews and nieces, but parent-teacher conferences went down this week for the two oldest (1st and 2nd grade. Hollllaa.) They are getting SO big. Declan (2nd grade, 7 years) is probably the smartest person I know. Seriously. He knows more than I do. It's quite amazing. Well his teacher said that he is the smartest second grader she has ever taught! I'm thoroughly impressed. And proud. To the bone. Keller (1st grade, 6 years) apparently moves alot. Ha ha. He's an antsy guy, but his teacher said also that she doesn't have any students that can complete the level of puzzles he can solve and put together. His mind is so creative, and it truly is amazing the way he can do this stuff so quickly and flawlessly. Keller totally dominates any adult he challenges in memory. And I'd like to emphasize that all of us actually try; we do NOT just "let" him win. It's quite amazing how the mind of a child works. I love them.
2. Steve Jobs. Why does everyone's FB post say "oh, Steve Jobs, you are my hero...you are my inspiration, my dream...You've shaped the way I live my life..." blah, blah, blah.
Let me get this straight, he was a brilliant man, and he has advanced the era of technology, but seriously, people? I'm talking FB statuses that elevate and worship Steve like everyone should be worshipping our God. Steve was a human. He was good with computers and technology. He was very very smart. He was creative. I do not doubt any of these things, and it's sad that he had to pass from such a terrible disease. I also think it's sad that he is so worshipped in the way that he is, when our focus should be elsewhere. A God who is way smarter, way more creative, way more everything than Steve was...He created Steve. Just saying. I think it's kinda ridiculous.
3. That being said. Shout out to Jobs for Pixar. For selling it to Disney. For creating Toy Story, the first completely computer generated animated film. Shout out because nephew number 3 is the biggest Buzz fan I know. McCrea (preschool, 3 years) is one of the most precious little boys. I think if he had the opportunity to be Buzz, he would take it. So thank you, Steve Jobs.
4. I. LOVE. SHOES.
I went to Off-Broadway with mom and Katie the other day. I found this shoe that I'm in love with. Is that terrible? It was the most awesome strappy casual but fancy-pants and hot sandal heel. It came in four (I repeat, FOUR) different color combos. I want them all. I could wear them with EVERYTHING! No seriously. I keep thinking about them. I may go back to look at them. Just look, I promise. Maybe.
I wish I could wear more heels to work. I'd rock them out like they were going out of style.
5. My New Year's resolution (or September-resolution...either/or) for large amounts of water consumption is still going well. I really do feel like a new person. Yay for water. And the constant availability of clean drinking water. I really am thankful for that.
6. I love Casey. He had a hockey game Wednesday night. And those things are so late, so I was asleep when he got home. So yesterday morning he says "I scored two goals." So I said, "oh, so you won!" And he said, "No, we didn't win. I don't care though. I scored two goals. My first one was awesome. I picked the corner. And it went there."
He's so funny. I think you had to be there. To hear the way he tells his stories and see his expressions. He makes me laugh at least a million times a day. Seriously, I was telling my mom a story the other day, and all she could say was "CASEY IS SO FUNNY" and she meant it. He keeps me and Kate laughing all the time.
7. IV catheters are no joke. Do not mess with them. I'm participating in a study at work about the bioavailability of a product in two forms (beverage v chew). We have blood drawn 6 or 7 times, so we get a catheter put in. I can go about my work in the in between time of each draw. It's really so easy. Well, yesterday, I got thrombophlebitis. It hurt like a mother. I hope I survive this. All in the name of research...
8. I've come to the conclusion, after some personal research over the last months, that all the d-bag drivers in the early morning hours (I'm talking 5:30-6 am) on 485 and 85 are drivers of trucks. Not tractor trailers, but pick-up trucks. So rude. They always tail me (and I'm going fast!) and swerve around me hugging my tires and sides. It's scary. This also alarms me because Casey drives a truck. I don't think he does that stuff to people. Cause it's rude, and he's not.
Well, here are a couple things:
1. I'm so so so proud of my two oldest nephews. I'm proud of all 37 (or 6) of my nephews and nieces, but parent-teacher conferences went down this week for the two oldest (1st and 2nd grade. Hollllaa.) They are getting SO big. Declan (2nd grade, 7 years) is probably the smartest person I know. Seriously. He knows more than I do. It's quite amazing. Well his teacher said that he is the smartest second grader she has ever taught! I'm thoroughly impressed. And proud. To the bone. Keller (1st grade, 6 years) apparently moves alot. Ha ha. He's an antsy guy, but his teacher said also that she doesn't have any students that can complete the level of puzzles he can solve and put together. His mind is so creative, and it truly is amazing the way he can do this stuff so quickly and flawlessly. Keller totally dominates any adult he challenges in memory. And I'd like to emphasize that all of us actually try; we do NOT just "let" him win. It's quite amazing how the mind of a child works. I love them.
2. Steve Jobs. Why does everyone's FB post say "oh, Steve Jobs, you are my hero...you are my inspiration, my dream...You've shaped the way I live my life..." blah, blah, blah.
Let me get this straight, he was a brilliant man, and he has advanced the era of technology, but seriously, people? I'm talking FB statuses that elevate and worship Steve like everyone should be worshipping our God. Steve was a human. He was good with computers and technology. He was very very smart. He was creative. I do not doubt any of these things, and it's sad that he had to pass from such a terrible disease. I also think it's sad that he is so worshipped in the way that he is, when our focus should be elsewhere. A God who is way smarter, way more creative, way more everything than Steve was...He created Steve. Just saying. I think it's kinda ridiculous.
3. That being said. Shout out to Jobs for Pixar. For selling it to Disney. For creating Toy Story, the first completely computer generated animated film. Shout out because nephew number 3 is the biggest Buzz fan I know. McCrea (preschool, 3 years) is one of the most precious little boys. I think if he had the opportunity to be Buzz, he would take it. So thank you, Steve Jobs.
4. I. LOVE. SHOES.
I went to Off-Broadway with mom and Katie the other day. I found this shoe that I'm in love with. Is that terrible? It was the most awesome strappy casual but fancy-pants and hot sandal heel. It came in four (I repeat, FOUR) different color combos. I want them all. I could wear them with EVERYTHING! No seriously. I keep thinking about them. I may go back to look at them. Just look, I promise. Maybe.
I wish I could wear more heels to work. I'd rock them out like they were going out of style.
5. My New Year's resolution (or September-resolution...either/or) for large amounts of water consumption is still going well. I really do feel like a new person. Yay for water. And the constant availability of clean drinking water. I really am thankful for that.
6. I love Casey. He had a hockey game Wednesday night. And those things are so late, so I was asleep when he got home. So yesterday morning he says "I scored two goals." So I said, "oh, so you won!" And he said, "No, we didn't win. I don't care though. I scored two goals. My first one was awesome. I picked the corner. And it went there."
He's so funny. I think you had to be there. To hear the way he tells his stories and see his expressions. He makes me laugh at least a million times a day. Seriously, I was telling my mom a story the other day, and all she could say was "CASEY IS SO FUNNY" and she meant it. He keeps me and Kate laughing all the time.
7. IV catheters are no joke. Do not mess with them. I'm participating in a study at work about the bioavailability of a product in two forms (beverage v chew). We have blood drawn 6 or 7 times, so we get a catheter put in. I can go about my work in the in between time of each draw. It's really so easy. Well, yesterday, I got thrombophlebitis. It hurt like a mother. I hope I survive this. All in the name of research...
8. I've come to the conclusion, after some personal research over the last months, that all the d-bag drivers in the early morning hours (I'm talking 5:30-6 am) on 485 and 85 are drivers of trucks. Not tractor trailers, but pick-up trucks. So rude. They always tail me (and I'm going fast!) and swerve around me hugging my tires and sides. It's scary. This also alarms me because Casey drives a truck. I don't think he does that stuff to people. Cause it's rude, and he's not.
I love Christmas...
I'm pretty stoked about Christmas presents this year. You know when you find some good stuff and are so so excited to give it to people? That's me. This girl right here.
I just want to splat the list of gifts on this page, but I can't or it'll give all my secrets away. But I'm done with Christmas shopping!! Woot woot. I'm so relieved. I mean, I actually still have 3 more items to purchase, but I know what they are going to be. I just don't have any time to get to the stores I need to. So in my mind, I'm done. According to my bank account, I'm not done. But I will be in the next 2 weeks. I'm sure of it.
I love Christmas. I do. I love what it's about (the real reason) and the things and feelings associated with it. I love Christmas mugs and decorating the tree and chillier weather (chilly...not freezing) and wearing down slippers and eating soup and watching Home Alone and Elf and wearing a scarf and seeing the lights at neighborhood entrances and on houses. What I don't like is when Hallmark prematurely takes out my all-time fav line of greeting cards (namely for birthdays) in order to put in the Christmas card stock. Seriously? It was September when this happened to me. Is it too much to ask to be able to buy a couple of my favorite birthday cards? I was even being Polly Planner getting them 2 months early. But since Christmas stuff is out 4 months early, I guess I'll have to start card shopping for the entire year circa January-February. Note to self.
I guess, really, I can't complain can I?...considering I've started my Christmas 4 months early by doing all my shopping...I am justifying that with the argument that I'm budgeting and planning. Who actually buys Christmas cards 4 months early? Show of hands? I didn't think so...let's just say I've got a knuckle sandwich and roundhouse kick all ready for somebody at Hallmark.
**I know this post is really early, but apparently the world is ready for Christmas by September, so "early" is relative...
I just want to splat the list of gifts on this page, but I can't or it'll give all my secrets away. But I'm done with Christmas shopping!! Woot woot. I'm so relieved. I mean, I actually still have 3 more items to purchase, but I know what they are going to be. I just don't have any time to get to the stores I need to. So in my mind, I'm done. According to my bank account, I'm not done. But I will be in the next 2 weeks. I'm sure of it.
I love Christmas. I do. I love what it's about (the real reason) and the things and feelings associated with it. I love Christmas mugs and decorating the tree and chillier weather (chilly...not freezing) and wearing down slippers and eating soup and watching Home Alone and Elf and wearing a scarf and seeing the lights at neighborhood entrances and on houses. What I don't like is when Hallmark prematurely takes out my all-time fav line of greeting cards (namely for birthdays) in order to put in the Christmas card stock. Seriously? It was September when this happened to me. Is it too much to ask to be able to buy a couple of my favorite birthday cards? I was even being Polly Planner getting them 2 months early. But since Christmas stuff is out 4 months early, I guess I'll have to start card shopping for the entire year circa January-February. Note to self.
I guess, really, I can't complain can I?...considering I've started my Christmas 4 months early by doing all my shopping...I am justifying that with the argument that I'm budgeting and planning. Who actually buys Christmas cards 4 months early? Show of hands? I didn't think so...let's just say I've got a knuckle sandwich and roundhouse kick all ready for somebody at Hallmark.
**I know this post is really early, but apparently the world is ready for Christmas by September, so "early" is relative...
My Beef with the Government
First of all, go USA!
Second of all, due to recent amendments and what not, I have this one little beef. A small soap box that I'm going to jump on for a second. I guess it's not necessarily with the government, but more with the LGBT movement.
Also, brief interjection (and for the record): HUGE thank to you all soldiers, servicemen, and military. You are awesome.
Way to go for equal rights, and I have no judgement with regards to the fact that I do believe people should have equal rights. I can't push my morals or beliefs onto anyone else, but I can still believe what I believe (and think that I'm right, right?). I put forth no judgement though. I get that LGBTs want to be treated equally, but they always say that their sexuality does not define them, just as the fact that I like boys (or this one boy in particular) does not define me.
So, I also don't think their sexual preferences should get them kicked out of the military...service is service, and I appreciate the sacrifices. But this whole recent thing with the repeal of the "Don't ask, Don't tell" policy is kind of a moot point. It's been done. What I hate is all the coverage and interviews with LGBT service members and people with all kinds of claims and recognition and "I'm so proud...I feel free..." blah, blah, blah. They are totally letting their sexuality define them in this. It's such a hypocritical move, and I'm kind of annoyed. But whatev. I know that's just the way it is, and I wanted to speak my piece.
I have more qualms with the government and whoever else than just that, but really, this isn't the time nor the place. And I'm a little bit ignorant on some issues, so who am I to start ranting and raving?
Okay. I feel better now.
Second of all, due to recent amendments and what not, I have this one little beef. A small soap box that I'm going to jump on for a second. I guess it's not necessarily with the government, but more with the LGBT movement.
Also, brief interjection (and for the record): HUGE thank to you all soldiers, servicemen, and military. You are awesome.
Way to go for equal rights, and I have no judgement with regards to the fact that I do believe people should have equal rights. I can't push my morals or beliefs onto anyone else, but I can still believe what I believe (and think that I'm right, right?). I put forth no judgement though. I get that LGBTs want to be treated equally, but they always say that their sexuality does not define them, just as the fact that I like boys (or this one boy in particular) does not define me.
So, I also don't think their sexual preferences should get them kicked out of the military...service is service, and I appreciate the sacrifices. But this whole recent thing with the repeal of the "Don't ask, Don't tell" policy is kind of a moot point. It's been done. What I hate is all the coverage and interviews with LGBT service members and people with all kinds of claims and recognition and "I'm so proud...I feel free..." blah, blah, blah. They are totally letting their sexuality define them in this. It's such a hypocritical move, and I'm kind of annoyed. But whatev. I know that's just the way it is, and I wanted to speak my piece.
I have more qualms with the government and whoever else than just that, but really, this isn't the time nor the place. And I'm a little bit ignorant on some issues, so who am I to start ranting and raving?
Okay. I feel better now.
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