Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
Dear Anonymous,
Last month, I wrote a blog post about the time where Swagger chased down Shia LaBeouf. Before you read this post, you need to go back and read that one. 1. Because otherwise this will be irrelevant, and 2. it's a hilarious story (if I do say so myself).
Anyways,
Apparently some stick in the mud had a problem with my post, and my choice of new nickname for Shia after he refused my friend's request for a photo (the nickname was and will always be Shia LaDouche).
So, in the spirit of community - a letter to my new friend, Anonymous.
Dear Anonymous,
A personal opinion of mine that I have always held near and dear to my heart is one regarding celebrities and their "private time". You know what I think you kind of give up when you get to live in huge mansions, travel all over the world (often for free, though you have the money to afford it), do stupid shit like get married and divorced in less than 100 days, and name your child things like Apple - private time. Being that fans are the very people who make celebrities famous, I think that if a fan wants a photo (certainly a fan as hottie mchot as Best Friend Swagger) - she should get the damn photo (barring innapropriate times like medical care, sauna, etc - Starbucks run is not one of those times).
I would grow up, but if I did, then I wouldn't take nearly as much pleasure in my new nickname for you - AnonyDouche.
Anyways,
Apparently some stick in the mud had a problem with my post, and my choice of new nickname for Shia after he refused my friend's request for a photo (the nickname was and will always be Shia LaDouche).
Dear Anonymous,
A personal opinion of mine that I have always held near and dear to my heart is one regarding celebrities and their "private time". You know what I think you kind of give up when you get to live in huge mansions, travel all over the world (often for free, though you have the money to afford it), do stupid shit like get married and divorced in less than 100 days, and name your child things like Apple - private time. Being that fans are the very people who make celebrities famous, I think that if a fan wants a photo (certainly a fan as hottie mchot as Best Friend Swagger) - she should get the damn photo (barring innapropriate times like medical care, sauna, etc - Starbucks run is not one of those times).
I would grow up, but if I did, then I wouldn't take nearly as much pleasure in my new nickname for you - AnonyDouche.
Sincerely,
Stress Casey
P.S. Something I found hysterical? After reading AnonyDouche's comment, both Swagger and Cute Apartment questioned if it could be LaDouche himself!
Friday, July 6, 2012
The Nail Files: 4th of July Version
I had to come show off my 4th of July nails for The Nail Files this week!
I used a nail dotting tool for the first time for this look, and the colors are:
Red - Sally Hansen Hard as Nails Xtreme Wear in 160 Cherry Red
Blue - China Glaze Nail Lacquer with Hardener in 634 Frostbite
and
White - Nima Ultra Pro in 709095 Basecoat
Did you rock patriotic nails this week?
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Disneyworld, Via Instagram
There will be more recaps to come, promise, but I thought I'd start off by showing what those of you that follow me on Instagram got to see throughout the week of vacation!
Disneyworld, Via Instragram!
Follow me on Instagram @stresscasey to see more insights into the daily life of this Stress Case.
1. Almost to the resort - aboard Disney's Magical Express transportation to and from the airport.
2. Happily Ever After Button from The Magic Kingdom.
3. Day 2: Animal Kingdom - me and my Handsome Hubster post wild rapids ride.
4. Mickey cake pop!
5. Epcot "golf ball"
6. We had an amazing dinner at Cinderella's Royal Table - HH even got a picture with fellow ginger, Ariel aka The Little Mermaid.
7. Outfit of the Day: neon pink capris and toenails to match at Epcot.
8. Beauty and The Beast short musical in Hollywood Studios.
9. The Little Mermaid short musical in Hollywood Studios.
10. Super nostalgic during the Disney's Electrical Parade.
11. Fireworks on our last night in The Magic Kingdom.
12. Back at work with my favorite souvenir - my new Tinkerbell mug!
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Happy Birthday to America, and Lil C!
Happy Birthday to...
&
Things Lil C and America have in common:
1. You are both super cool.
2. Same birthdays.
3. I love you both.
Twinsies.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Nursing Link-Up: The Dress Code
I am so excited to be linking up for the first time with Renee and Anna for their monthly nurse link-up! I have wanted to join them for the past two link-ups but haven't got a chance to sit down and get the post out - so glad to be joining them now!
The month's theme is:
The Dress Code,
focusing not just on clothes but all the little things nurses have hanging on them daily - srubs, stethoscopes, tools, and whatnot!
Here are some of my favorite nurse-y things!
My Stethoscope and Stethoscope Tag
My stethoscope is a fabulous Littmann, the king of stethoscopes if you ask me, and it was a nursing school graduation gift from my Handsome Husband. The tag was a Christmas gift from MIL Red, and I adore it! It is so stinking cute and doctors and patients alike are always commenting on it! (It is from Etsy - you can view the seller's shop HERE.)
My ID Badge Necklace
I feel like such a dork wearing a name tag. Every single time. Except when I wear this adorable necklace with my ID badge on it. It was a gift from Gardening Mom, and I literally wear it every single day! It is cute, and makes you completely forget you're wearing a dorky name badge! (It is from Brighton, and you can find it HERE.)
All-time Most Flaterring Scrubs
I promise you, this is not what I look like in regular clothes. Add about another 15 pounds to this image is more like it. These scrubs? They are magic. They make you look hot...in scrubs...not an easy feat. (They are NrG by Barco, and you can find the top HERE and the pants HERE.)
Sorry for those of you readers who are not in the medical field and found this post a total snoozefest, but I can't wait to check out some more nurse blogs!
Over and Out.
Monday, July 2, 2012
I'm Back!
I'm back, biatches!
That's right, I survived five days in Disneyworld and lived to tell blog about it!
Recap to come - now excuse me while I put my Mickey ears on and sob in my car as I head back to work.
PS How awesome possum were my guest bloggers? Loved all the old photos!
Friday, June 29, 2012
The One Where We Miss Our Flight
By the time you're reading this, I will be 75% through my Disneyworld Florida vacation, and probably running on fumes after three days of park hopping.
But I'm writing this? Sitting in the airport for going on 3 hours, becausewe I did the unthinkable.
In the most uncharacteristic thing I've done in years, I managed to memorize the time of our departing flight to Florida wrong, and never bothered to double check. Granted I was traveling with three other adults who could have checked the time also, but that's neither here nor there. It was my fault, I had taken charge of all of the details of the trip, and the feeling of messing it up is mortifying.
We waltzed into the airport a little after 6:00am, for what I thought was our 7:24am flight, thinking we had planned it perfectly and would get through check-in and security right at the time boarding started. We waited about 30 minutes in line, and when we tried to check-in on the self-service computer, an error message popped up saying something along the lines of too close to departure time - please contact representative. Thinking the machine had an error, I asked the first agent who walked by for help, who asked us when our departure time was. When we answered 7:24am, he informed us there were no flights departing at 7:24am that morning.
Obviously now (not in the days or hours prior to departing, of course - that would be silly) was the time to confirm our flight time, and when I looked up my itinerary on my phone, I was horrified - I had mistaken the time, our flight was departing in 20 minutes.
People who have zero sense of urgency? Airline customer service agents, for future reference. There was zero mention of getting us quickly checked in and back to the gate - our only option was to rebook for a later flight.
After lots of apologies, a few tears on my part, and an initial verdict of having to split our group of four into two different planes - we were rebooked for an 11:45am flight, still brining us into Orlando late tonight. (I'm pretty sure the tears helped, FYI, if you ever find yourself in a similar situation.)
A bumpy morning it's been, but I was so grateful for the grace my beautiful mature Sisters handled the situation with. I would not have been quite so understanding at their age. Handsome Hubster however...he's just sad he won't get to meet Mickey tonight.
But I'm writing this? Sitting in the airport for going on 3 hours, because
We missed our flight.
Leisure time at the John Wayne Airport
(Because they wanted to share, Sister Singer is reading Castmember Confidential by Chris Mitchell, Sister Swimmer listening to The World As I Know It by Jason Mraz, and Hubster engrossed in One L: The Turbulent True Story of a First Year at Harvard Law School by Scott Turow.)
In the most uncharacteristic thing I've done in years, I managed to memorize the time of our departing flight to Florida wrong, and never bothered to double check. Granted I was traveling with three other adults who could have checked the time also, but that's neither here nor there. It was my fault, I had taken charge of all of the details of the trip, and the feeling of messing it up is mortifying.
Wanna know how we found out?
Sure you do.
We waltzed into the airport a little after 6:00am, for what I thought was our 7:24am flight, thinking we had planned it perfectly and would get through check-in and security right at the time boarding started. We waited about 30 minutes in line, and when we tried to check-in on the self-service computer, an error message popped up saying something along the lines of too close to departure time - please contact representative. Thinking the machine had an error, I asked the first agent who walked by for help, who asked us when our departure time was. When we answered 7:24am, he informed us there were no flights departing at 7:24am that morning.
Obviously now (not in the days or hours prior to departing, of course - that would be silly) was the time to confirm our flight time, and when I looked up my itinerary on my phone, I was horrified - I had mistaken the time, our flight was departing in 20 minutes.
People who have zero sense of urgency? Airline customer service agents, for future reference. There was zero mention of getting us quickly checked in and back to the gate - our only option was to rebook for a later flight.
After lots of apologies, a few tears on my part, and an initial verdict of having to split our group of four into two different planes - we were rebooked for an 11:45am flight, still brining us into Orlando late tonight. (I'm pretty sure the tears helped, FYI, if you ever find yourself in a similar situation.)
A bumpy morning it's been, but I was so grateful for the grace my beautiful mature Sisters handled the situation with. I would not have been quite so understanding at their age. Handsome Hubster however...he's just sad he won't get to meet Mickey tonight.
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Thursday, June 28, 2012
When Amber Was 18
Hey there Stress Case lovers!
I'm Amber, and I blog over at Brunch with Amber.

I am a 20something living in Dallas, TX. I blog about everything and anything. My blog is kind of a mish mash of it all. I promise you'll be entertained. ;) Come see me!
I'm Amber, and I blog over at Brunch with Amber.

I don't know about y'all, but I am SUPER jealous that Casey is at DisneyWorld. I have never been. I was deprived as a child, obvs.
Okay, maybe I wasn't TOO deprived.
I did have a pretty fun time in high school. I grew up in a TINY town, and we made the best of what we had, which meant we often did things that would get us in trouble but rarely ever got caught. ;)
Here's me and my gorgeous little sister (whose name is also Casey!)
A big group of us at some random house party - those are the MOST fun times, I tell ya!
Remember that small town I said I grew up in? Well, there were A LOT of pastures and backyards. We had bonfires and parties out there too. That's why we never got caught. ;)
Oh the silliness that comes when you mix 18-19 year olds with a few beers!
This is one of my all-time favorite pictures of me and my best friend. I just can't believe how young we look!
Oh prom. Aren't those the best memories? It's one of the most important times in a high school girls life. I know that I had the BEST time at prom.
I was a cheerleader all throughout high school which is something I miss terribly, even after being out of school for so long. I had a hard time finding pics of me in my uniform online, so this is the best ya get. I'm on the far right. Yes, I look like a 12 y/o. Don't judge!
I learned so much at 18, and had more fun than I probably should have. But ya know what? I wouldn't trade those years for anything!
Thanks for having me Casey. Hope you and your sisters are having an amazing time! xoxo
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