tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77484262625459095812024-02-20T21:03:48.717-08:00Socially awkward and completely unacceptable.When the people you love become memories, those memories become Treasures.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-3642807977122378052017-04-10T15:41:00.001-07:002017-04-10T15:41:17.550-07:00It takes a village... So it's been two and a half weeks since we came home from the hospital with our little 7 lb. 6 oz. angel, and we have never been more tired, frustrated, depressed, sleep deprived, or happier than we are now. We have sleepless nights, and napless days. We have changed more diapers and onesies than we thought possible. We have learned that our little one makes more noises when she's asleep than when she's awake. These past 2.5 weeks have felt like a lifetime and yet they feel like all we did was blink. Overall, we know that our lives have been changed for the better. From the first day when we discovered we were pregnant to now, our lives have been blessed. <br />
Some of my readers know how much we struggled with getting pregnant. It may not be a struggle like others, but for us we couldn't figure out why we were having such a hard time. In the four years that we have been married, we didn't exactly take specific measures to prevent our family from growing. So when we decided to start trying, actually trying to expand our family it took us a bit. Three months shy of trying for a year, we found out we had finally succeeded. Our day of elation began with Mike finding out before I did because I didn't dare look at the pregnancy test (for fear that it was <i>another</i> negative). Nine months of 1,000+ changes later, we came home with a tiny, perfect human.<br />
Motherhood is challenging. Nobody really talks about how hard it is, because describing it is nearly impossible. The amount of hormones racing through you and the exhausting experience of being born for your newborn, make for a roller coaster ride for which you can't truly prepare. You get anxious, depressed, happy, sad and more and then you cry and cry and cry. You cry because you're happy, and then you cry because you're hormonal and you want to be a "good mom" but you don't feel like you're making the cut. Then you cry because you feel like a strain on those around you. You feel like you're draining the strength of your husband and that he's constantly trying to lift you up and take care of the demands of a newborn.<br />
The hardest part for me is to remember that those who are around you, who want to help you, they wouldn't do it if they couldn't. They wouldn't help you if they didn't have the ability or the time or the patience to help you. And the trick is to let them help you. They say it takes a village to raise a child and that is the truth. It also takes a village to help the mother.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-83648985134482621162016-03-14T22:33:00.002-07:002016-03-14T22:33:46.304-07:00Dreams...There's something about them.Last night I had one of the craziest dreams I've ever had. And that's saying something. I have no shortage of strange dreams. But this one takes the cake.
I was with my family, and they all had errands to run. So mom left, dad was at work, Tasha went to take care of her family, Tyler was on his way in from out of state, Kindra and her hubby were finishing some finals, and Kira was out with friends. Somehow, they all knew that I was sick or that I wasn't going to be around much longer, but they understood that life goes on. So off they went. And I somehow knew that I didn't have much time left. So I wrote a note, it was on the counter of a portable table we own, and it was written in red crayon. I had basically said that I was so proud of my family and all of their ambitious goals. I hope they would pursue those goals, and that I hoped they would go on with their lives, and that this wasn't the end. I knew that as long as I had them, then everything would be alright. I was so grateful that we were a forever family because mom and dad had been sealed in the temple. After I wrote that note, I went out back and continued using the same red crayon and drew a picture on another table, the miniature picnic table that has a vinyl type of table top. In order to draw this picture, I had to move some of dad's drills and tools. Suddenly mom came home and I wanted to see her, I wanted to be with her when she found my note. To try and comfort her. As I left the table and my picture to go into the house, I turned once more to survey my art to make sure it was right, and the tools that I had thought I'd moved were back in place, and my picture was gone. But so was I. I turned back around just in time to see mom reading my note. Suddenly the family was back, and I couldn't comfort any of them. Tasha was saying that David needed a big boy bed, and mini-Tyler had grown curly hair. It was so surreal to be around everybody, but to not be with them. Then I hear this chime, it was time to go and to leave my family until they could join me. But I wasn't ready, I didn't want to leave. The chimes continued and then I realized that it was because I was alive and those chimes were coming from the alarm on my phone. I couldn't wake up fast enough.
One of my worst fears is passing away in my sleep, without having the chance to say good-bye to my family and friends. There are some nights when this fear can keep me up for hours at a time. But some how, I had this dream and it was all too real. The other problem with my dream was that Mike wasn't there. Because we hadn't been sealed yet. And when I woke this morning, I couldn't...I just, Heaven isn't going to be Heaven without my family. And my family includes Mike. I need him there. Mike was an answer to my desperation to continue living after Megan passed away. He has been my rock in more ways than one. I don't think that heaven would be a desirable place if Mike can't be there with me. Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-88292387431215818782013-09-02T15:36:00.000-07:002013-09-02T15:36:18.006-07:00Tanto tempo, e adeus, velho amigo.Well, apparently it's been quite some time since I've posted anything. I haven't shared that I got married. I haven't shared that I have a new job! And both of those are quite exciting events in my life. I haven't shared that I started school again. Which may have its abundant sides, but in the end, it's just a stressful adventure to get me where I ultimately want to be (career wise).
But all of that is fodder compared to what I came here to do. I came to vent. So, if you feel that your life is full of enough drama, and downpour of bad opinions and such, then maybe reading this now is simply not for you. Maybe you'll have to come back, or avoid this post altogether. Either way, you've been warned.
I used to have a friend. She was upbeat, slightly sassy, full of life, and full of hope for her future. Lately she has...changed. I don't know what's going on with her. I know that we've moved apart over the years, and that's on both of our parts. See, a relationship can only stay together if both individuals are invested in keeping it together. It's not hard to pinpoint when our relationship changed, and I probably wouldn't go back and change that. In truth, I feel somewhat relieved that she and I are no longer friends. But my grievance comes from seeing how her life has changed so much in just a short time period. She smokes (or so her pictures would lead you to believe). She drinks. Poses naked for pictures you don't ever wish to see from anybody you know (regardless of relationship status). Says and does things that were not a part of her original personality. Now, before you start to think these changes are a natural part of life, I know and understand that. I know that change is a piece of the puzzle to life. I know that without change we could never acheive who we are meant to be. I know that the changes we make to our own personality are ours to control. I know this. But it doesnt change the fact that people don't generally pull a 360 change. In one of my classes from college, it was discussed to no end that our personalities are stable over time. That by the time we are 6 our personalities are extremely well formed, and for the most part, permanent. To see the way my old friend has changed causes me to feel grief for her. I feel both sad and angry at the same time. Angry that she feels that she can step in at any time, and conduct a search/investigation to a mutual friend's death. Anger that she feels so entitled to destroy and vandalize another's personal property. Who is she to finally step up to rectify her guilt at not being a friend when she had the chance? Who is she to decide that slashing tires was acceptable ventilation of guilt and anger? I feel sad for her because I once saw her happy. I saw the person she was when she chose to be the best self she was designed to become. I saw her smile, genuinely and without force. I heard her laugh and joke the way she did in Jr. High. And I feel sad that she chose this path. I feel a seperation from the people who loved her the most. While I may have been a better friend at one point, and I most certainly had power to change some of my actions between the two of us, I cannot help but feel estranged. I no longer want to be her friend. I no longer want to see her posts on facebook. To get her messages for her boyfriend's art shows. I have nothing left to invest with her. Yet, I don't break that string. My sister and I were talking about this not so long ago, and she commented that maybe, just maybe I feel these feelings because I still care about my old friend. Perhaps, I still love her and I don't want to see her destroy a life that once had unobjectionable joy. And perhaps, my sister has a point. But how do you continue to befriend a friend you don't feel deserves your friendship? How do you love someone when you're also just a little angry with them? Is there ever a point in life when it's right to move on, and say good-bye to those who you used to know? When do you know? When do you find a way to judge for yourself that sometimes, just as the passing of seasons, it's time to end a relationship that's no longer there? And how do you justify to yourself, that you shouldn't feel bad about wanting the end? Sometimes it's best to walk away. Isn't it? I don't know what I expected from this post. I don't know if I crave feedback, or advice. I don't know if I will feel better after posting this. I just know that sometimes it is better to let go. I just wish I knew when the timing of letting go was right.
Anyway, thanks for letting me vent. I'll write another post soon. Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-31565531526734596412011-12-31T02:34:00.001-08:002011-12-31T03:15:19.921-08:00An honest confession of lifeI wasn't exactly a "happy" child. If you were to ask anybody in my family, they'd tell you I'm never happy. And if you were to tell them that I'm always happy, they'd never believe you. I grew up thinking that it wasn't okay to feel anything but happiness. That life was supposed to be a sugar coated land of laughter, and smiling. Where problems don't exist. <br /><br />My whole life, I've been told it's not okay to get upset. That it's the devil getting inside, and controlling me. That it's not okay to hurt, because it'll lead to depression. I've been told that it's not okay to cry, because it shows people that you're weak. <br /><br />And to be honest, I've never understood this. I figured, if there is opposition in all things, then shouldn't there be opposition in happiness? I mean, how does one fully enjoy being happy if they're never sad? How can I experience a peaceful calm in life if I'm never angry, or upset? Why should I relish in the serenity of relief if I'm never allowed to experience the storm?<br /><br />I have come to the conclusion that <span style="font-weight:bold;">it's okay to hurt</span>. <span style="font-weight:bold;">It's okay to be angry</span> sometimes. Granted being angry all the time is not ideal, but sometimes it's okay. I find comfort in the quiet hours of the morning on nights when I can't sleep. I enjoy going outside when everybody else is asleep, and looking up at the stars, thinking of what I've felt during the day. I remember the moments when I got upset, and laugh at the times when I was happy. I smile at the stupid mistakes I made. And sometimes, when I find it appropriate, I even allow myself to cry. I can't begin to describe just how good it feels to be able to cry, a good gut wrenching sobbing, tear my throat out from screaming, type of cry. I'm twenty five years old, and I am openly admitting that <span style="font-style:italic;">sometimes</span> I <span style="font-weight:bold;">have</span> to cry. Recently it's more of a curl myself into a ball, and duck my head to my chest type of cry. But it feels good to be able to get it out. It's like vomiting when you're sick. You have to get it out of your system. <br /><br />In my opinion, simply from one human to another, I am telling you this, we are meant to feel the way we feel. We have been designed to feel pain, anger, scared, depression, apathy, mute, calm, silence, joy, laughter, happiness, loved, confused, blessed, humility, shame, content. It is not a coincidence to feel the way we feel. Sometimes we have to hurt, before we get better. Sometimes we have to feel love before we are broken. Sometimes, we have to allow ourselves to sink, so we can learn to climb back up. <br /><br />I'm so grateful to feel. I know Dr's say there are only five senses; sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch. But I truly believe there are six. Being able to feel is a sense. However, allowing yourself to know what you're feeling...that is a talent. Allowing yourself to feel, is an open honesty.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-54322354103559904292011-03-18T15:34:00.001-07:002011-03-18T15:34:11.214-07:00Dear Megan,I miss you.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-37084273465956635632011-02-15T15:29:00.000-08:002011-07-27T08:42:10.598-07:00Love Love LoveI'd like to say Happy Valentine's Day to everybody! If you're married, if you're single, if you're still in school and you get a cute little valentine from your entire class, if you're in high school and crushing on a classmate...HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! Because Valentine's day is for everybody, because we all love with all of our hearts during one point or another. Because we'll someday know what it's like to lose a love, and to have our hearts repaired. Because one day...somebody special will walk into our lives & into our hearts, and they'll stay there forever.<br />May we never turn bitter for allowing ourselves to love. May we never forget how it feels to love & to be loved in return. May we always remember that no matter what happens in our lives, good or bad, that we have a Heavenly Father that loves us unconditionally (that means, No Matter What!). May we remember the ultimate price that was paid for us. So that we could live, and love, and hurt, and heal, and laugh, and cry, and sing, and dance. May we all love, and easily forgive others, including ourselves.<br /><br />I love you all!Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-11938359208377212582010-02-26T10:49:00.000-08:002010-02-26T12:05:42.332-08:00There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. ~Knut Hamsun~Okay, Here's the short story. My roommate and I got into a bit of a heated argument. There was some yelling, some of my words didn't come out correctly, but....I was finally able to get what i had been wanting to say for the past six months out of my head. And not just write them down to vent, but actually get them out...in the spoken form.<br /><br />I voiced how I thought she wasn't as honest as she was trying to say she was. I told her I didn't believe her when she said she would miss me because she hasn't been around the past Two months. I told her that her excuse for moving out at last minute wasn't valid with me because she wouldn't be saving money, she'd be losing money. I even had direct examples of how true that statement was. But that I didn't truly care because I was tired of the drama. I told her that six hours is plenty of time to throw away some garbage, after I had put a couple pieces of plastic on her coffee table was comparatively small to how often I had cleaned up after her in the kitchen. We argued about how often she "used" the kitchen. and guess what? apparently using the kitchen means using more than a cup & bowl/plate & utensils. We argued that I wasn't allowed to touch her stuff (Which I wouldn't do anyway, because I'm tired of helping her). I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I'm so tired of her. It's like she's so ungrateful for the help she does get. Selfish is the word one could use to describe both of us at this point. We argued about how everytime I try to talk to her on a serious level, she starts crying and I mentioned how much I hate that because nothing gets resolved. I mentioned that I think our friendship could be repaired if she bothers to show up when she says she'll show up. That was taken the wrong way, and we argued about that. I told her that she should have talked to her own friends. That I wasn't her errand girl, and that I didn't appreciate so many people coming up and talking to me about her since she seems so incapable of answering her own texts with a simple "I'm going to have to tell you later, I'm unable to right now". I said that her friends would have understood and they would have been fine with it. The argument ended with me telling her she could have been a better friend to everybody, and that She sucked as a friend. It wasn't a good conversation, and I didn't stay clam as I had planned. but at least I got everything (and then some) out of my system that I had been holding back for a good five months. I'm not happy to say that I do regret some of the things I had said, but this is how I feel. Never in my life have I had a lazier roommate. I admit wholeheartedly that I'm glad she's moving out. I'm quite happy that she'll be somebody else's problem. Since moving in she has complained about the cost of rent...or the location of the house...or that our neighbors are noisy...there's always something for her to complain about. Personally, Rent is just fine...Location of the house can't be changed, and if you don't like it, you weren't forced to move in...the neighbors aren't that loud but being above us there's going to be some noise, learn to deal with it.<br /><br />In conclusion, I'm glad she's leaving. I'm sad our friendship wasn't strong enough to withstand a bit of a talk, but...it's okay because I don't want to be her friend anymore. I'm having a celebration saturday night. and while that may seem rude, I feel like I'll be liberated. I'll have Freedom to allow my alarm clock to actually work. I'll no longer have to play the roll of a mother! hahahaha! I'm happy. I know this post doesn't truly portray that, but I am happy. <br /><br />I know I've complained a lot...but, I just have to get this out there. It's the easiest way to update everybody all at once. Thanks for reading, and I'm sorry I've rambled on too long.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-9132884585428643802010-02-15T14:50:00.000-08:002010-02-15T15:00:35.769-08:00Happy Valentine's DayHAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYBODY!!<br /><br />I hope it was a fun day full of friends and family. Because what's a better way to show love than to just be with your friends and family? Go ahead, take some quality time and enjoy yourself. It's okay to let people know you care about them. haha!<br /><br />Okay, so since we're on the topic of love....and smiles....and everything pink, purple, & red...Let's talk about the Five Languages of Love. There are Supposedly five languages to show love...<br /><br /> 1) Quality Time<br /> 2) Acts of Service<br /> 3) Physical Touch<br /> 4) Words of Affirmation<br /> 5) Receiving Gifts<br /><br />These are the ways we show love. and believe it or not, each individual has their own personal love language! (Amazing, I know). So, go ahead and take the quiz provided through the link below, and find out how you enjoy having love shown to you.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.5lovelanguages.com/assessments/">http://www.5lovelanguages.com/assessments/</a><br /><br />Next, leave me a comment telling me what you are. Go ahead, have a little fun.<br /><br />Beijos =*Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-47901878653902186432009-12-10T12:16:00.000-08:002009-12-10T13:44:12.660-08:00I only hope the world finds God again before it's too late.The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary.<br /><br /><em>My confession:</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are, Christmas trees. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, "Merry Christmas" to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu. If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from, that America is an exploicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Or maybe I can put it another way: Where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the "Early Show" and Jane Clayson asked her, "How could God let something like this happen?" (regarding Hurricane Katrina)... Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing & protection if we demand He leave us alone?"</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeliene Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill; thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK. </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave, because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."</em><br /><br />*I had read that today, and I thought I'd pass it on via my blog. I'm not sure who all reads my blog, but for those who do, I hope it got them thinking. I admit this is a topic I am quite passionate about, and sometimes get quite upset about this. I just think that there are so many people out there who are just so ignorant to what they do and what they say, and they try to blame it on religion. Have we seriously forgotten why we have America in the first place? We came to escape the burdens of having religion forced upon us. We came so that we could make our own decision on what to believe, when to believe it, and where we wanted. Our country was founded upon those ideals... And they're slowly being torn apart.<br /><br />I believe in God. I believe He wants the best for myself, for my family, and for my friends. I believe He loves me. and despite what I consider stupid actions from sometimes stupid people, He loves them too. I hope that this gets you thinking, and I hope you remember God. He gave you everything you have.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-11289061950332364302009-12-08T10:16:00.000-08:002009-12-08T11:15:19.939-08:00Just Dance!So my sister's dance team was supposed to perform at the UTAH FLASH Basketball game last night, but didn't have the opportunity to do so, due to a rumor that Michael Jordan was going to play a little one on one with Bryon Russell. Both former NBA players. The seats were packed! The speakers were too loud, it stunk like junk food that you can only find at sporting events, and there were even games behind the bleachers for kids to play if they got restless. What a night!<br /><br />Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. First because my sister & her team didn't get to perform at half time. Rather, they had to run in in-between time outs to do a 15--20 second skit of a dance. Second, we had 10 minutes of "dead-air" after the five minutes of "B. Russ" standing in the middle of the court "waiting" for MJ to show face on the court. Guess what though? MJ didn't show up. Why would he? I mean, yes it would have been exciting for him to show up, but he didn't. and quite honestly I laugh at those who came to the game Just to see him. I mean, don't get me wrong, I was excited to see if he'd show, but I wasn't holding my breath. As for those who were...HA HA HA!!<br /><br />After getting home, we sat amongst ourselves enjoying a cup of homemade Egg Nog ice cream, and talking about the game. We didn't think it'd get any news publicity. But it did! <a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&sid=8955144">http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&sid=8955144</a> The Flash owner even posted an explanation of sorts on his blog, and left it open for comments! Props to him for that. I don't think I could ever do that, let alone respond to all those negative comments.<br /><br />In the end, it was a pretty good night. I got to spend a few hours with my family, and my two most adorable nieces. Had homemade egg nog ice cream, and still got to bed at a decent hour (I love my sleep). And Trent brought me flowers before heading down to orem. :-) Brownie points for him.<br /><br />Thank you all for a good night! :-)Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-25599990207124090092009-11-16T13:22:00.000-08:002009-11-16T13:36:28.805-08:00FirefliesYou would not believe your eyes<br />If ten million fireflies<br />Lit up the world as I fell asleep<br /><br />'Cause they'd fill the open air<br />And leave teardrops everywhere<br />You'd think me rude<br />But I would just stand and stare<br /><br />I'd like to make myself believe<br />That planet Earth turns slowly<br />It's hard to say that I'd rather stay<br />Awake when I'm asleep<br />'Cause everything is never as it seems<br /><br />'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs<br />From ten thousand lightning bugs<br />As they tried to teach me how to dance<br />A fox trot above my head<br />A sock hop beneath my bed<br />A disco ball that's just hanging by a thread<br /><br />I'd like to make myself believe<br />That planet earth turns slowly<br />It's hard to say that I'd rather stay<br />Awake when I'm asleep<br />'Cause everything is never as it seems<br /><br />When I fall asleepLeave my door open just a crack(Please take me away from here)<br />'Cause I feel like such an insomniac(Please take me away from here)<br />Why do I tire of counting sheep(Please take me away from here)<br />When I'm far too tired to fall asleep<br />To ten million fireflies<br />I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes<br />I got misty eyes as they said farewell<br />But I'll know where several are<br />If my dreams get real bizarre<br />'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar<br /><br />I'd like to make myself believe<br />That planet Earth turns slowly<br />It's hard to say that I'd rather stay<br />Awake when I'm asleep<br />'Cause everything is never as it seems<br /><br />When I fall asleepI'd like to make myself believe<br />That planet Earth turns slowly<br />It's hard to say that I'd rather stay<br />Awake when I'm asleep<br />'Cause everything is never as it seems<br /><br />When I fall asleepI'd like to make myself believe<br />That planet earth turns slowly<br />It's hard to say that I'd rather stay<br />Awake when I'm asleep<br />Because my dreams are bursting at the seemsStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-78239036139658871192009-11-16T13:02:00.000-08:002009-11-16T13:20:59.786-08:00Heaven Can Waithere's a song for the nights<br />i think too much and<br />here's a song when i imagine us together<br />here's a song for when we talk too much<br />and i forget my words<br /><br />heaven can wait up high in the sky<br />it's you and i<br />heaven can wait deep down in your eyes<br />i'm yours tonight<br />lay your heart next to mine<br />i feel so alive<br />tell me you want me to stay, forever<br />'cause heaven can wait<br /><br />here's a song for the one who stole my heart<br />and ran so far, that cupid couldn't catch her<br />here's a song for the kid who aims so high<br />he shot her down<br /><br />heaven can wait up high in the sky<br />it's you and i<br />heaven can wait deep down in your eyes<br />i'm yours tonight<br />lay your heart next to mine<br />i feel so alive<br />tell me you want me to stay forever<br />'cause heaven can wait<br /><br />here's a song for the nights i drink too much<br />and spill my words<br /><br />heaven can wait up high in the sky<br />it's you and i<br />heaven can wait deep down in your eyes<br />i'm yours tonight<br />lay your heart next to mine<br />i feel so alive<br />tell me you want me to stay,<br />forever cause heaven can wait<br /><br />cause heaven can wait<br />cause heaven can waitStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-16591038413166045592009-10-01T13:57:00.000-07:002009-10-01T15:33:17.514-07:00What's in a name?So I'm hoping those who read this regularly will notice the new quote after my blog description/name...If you haven't noticed a change, allow me to tell you about it.<br /><br />*~*A look inside my goofy mind*~*Enter at your own risk*~* is what my beautiful banner reads every time you hop on this page. and I'm sure you have to admit, it is a goofy place to be. I enjoy it anyway. Well, underneath that, blogspot allows the blogger to enter a brief description of what they've included in their blog. In my case I blieve it used to be an entry on what I was using a blog for. However, as I'd changed it sometime around July in favor of jumping on the band-wagon to "decorate" my blog...I can no longer remember what I'd posted. That was a Sad day on the Stacey Blog. Now though, I've come to the conclusion that I can have some fun with this. <br /><br />I'm going to post quotes. This moment's quote reads, "Everything will be Okay in the end. If it's not Okay, it's Not the end." I Love that one because it's so true! Everything Will be okay in the end. Doesn't always feel like it. But it will be. And right now in my life, (because that's what blogs are for, random ramblings about our lives for those who enjoy a good update, or laugh) I can use this quote a lot. and it reminds me, sometimes most things in life are so small and trivial, and not even worth the time or emotion. Luckily, I'm also an optimistic (90% of the time ;-) and I can say that most of life, is worth everything you've got. So let's get off technology and enjoy it! (in other words, go outside, it's a lovely day)! <br /><br />Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-70740197859700348582009-08-31T12:25:00.000-07:002009-08-31T14:11:31.245-07:00So, I was browsing online and looking at a good handful of blogs that I enjoy looking at, and I thought to myself, "It's time to change my blog". So that's what I'm doing. I'm changing my blog. <br /><br />I started with my background. Worked a bit on font colors. Added a blinking button, and a couple normal buttons (or was that the other way around?). I listed some of the blogs I read (the same ones that inspired me to concoct this little bit for you). And then I proceeded with one more change. Adding a new post. <br /><br />I've recently moved from my nice 1 bed room apartment to a super fun & way cute basement apartment. I've got a roomie (Alli) and my two cats. We have a bowling "Alli", fireplace, washer & dryer (BIG bonus) a large & quite spacious front/back yard, with a river! Alli & I are planning on building ourselves a fire pit! So plan on some delicious s'mores & hot dogs, melted starbursts if that suits your fancy, and of course campfire songs and or Ghost stories! Because as we All know, you shouldn't have a fire without songs or some good ghost stories. ;-) If you have any other items or ideas for enjoyment around a camp fire, let me know! All ideas are appreciated.<br /><br />Now, back to our bowling "Alli"...our living room is lined with the faux wood flooring which makes for perfect sliding in flip flops or socks. haha, lucky us! With this amazing discovery, we've decided we're going to host a Swedish Crayfish party with "redneck" bowling. (HAHAHA!!! Did you get that Alli?) Anyway, we're not going to be serving real Crayfish, so you can release that shocked gasp of air pocket you've been holding in. Most likely it will be cupcakes with the swedish fish gummies on top or just to make things fun, a Large Messy Lobster cake so our guests can wear the Lobster bibs we hope to obtain (Now, I know I said it was a Crayfish party, and now I'm confusing you with all this talk about lobster, but the little cretins are so similar that unless you know exactly what a crayfish looks like, you won't know the difference) I know, it's brilliant! <br /><br />Well, I think that's all the updating I can get done for now. I'm kind of at work. Not the best time to be updating my blog...but honestly, it is the best time to update my blog (Makes me look busy). Haha! Alright my readers, until next time. Enjoy my amazing new page! <br /><br />CiaoStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-79991497086735293552009-06-24T10:30:00.000-07:002009-06-24T14:59:00.538-07:00Stacey Updated her blog! Read all about it!Okay, So I don't know what to write about. I am usually able to come up with a million things to write about but man...my head is empty. <br /><br />I changed my background today. Fun Stuff. I uploaded photos to my facebook albums. That was enjoyable because I had a lot of good laughs. You should check them out if you have not already done so. <br /><br />I am at work right now. It's quiet for once. It's nice. The radio is on of course...but I can scarcely hear it over the clickity-clack of my keyboard as I drone on and on to you about my day. However, as you are reading this, I can only assume that it interests you. So I'll continue.<br /><br />Work is...well, it's interesting. I've learned a lot. But not much of what I've learned pertains to my job description. For instance, Bob Marley, wrote a song that is absolutely horrible. Something or other about a Buffalo Fighter. Not that great. Or how about all the commercials I now have practically memorized, and can probably repeat at will? That is a priceless experience right there.<br /><br />My birthday is coming up. Hence the "Happy Birthday to Me" sign on the left column. I enjoy repeating to myself that I'm turning 23. Excitement in the making! I was planning on heading up to Idaho for the weekend, but as it turns out, Megs has a treatment and won't be able to make it. And as I'm tired of being on my own the rest of the week, I decided I didn't want to spend the weekend alone in Idaho. So, I'm just planning on heading down to orem and hanging out. Should be fun.<br /><br />Well I think that's all the updating I feel like doing at the moment. So, I'll log off, and allow you to move on to the next blog on your blog-reading list. I hope you enjoyed. <br /><br />Ciao!Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-72678035231748990512009-05-28T13:06:00.000-07:002009-05-28T13:34:19.982-07:00My New Job!Okay, so i was just reading my mom's blog (daurenet.blogspot.com) and I realized I'm one of the people who also doesn't update my blog as much as I should. I don't think I have anything to say. But in reality, I kind of do. For instance, I GOT THE JOB!!! :-D YAAAY!!! <br /><br />I had an interview yesterday for BTC Services. They provide the Heating and Air Conditioning in Commercial buildings. Well, my friend Miriam from my ward informed me that she was going to be leaving the company soon because she was moving to Colorado, and she asked if I had found a job yet. I hadn't so I said "No." She talked to her employer and then told me that if I would email my resume to the company, they would take a look at it. Well, I did this, and a couple days later, I emailed the company again, wondering if they'd had a chance to look at my resume, and if they were interested in interviewing me. They were. We set up a time for Tuesday at 10am. Friday they called and said they were going to be running late, and if I wouldn't mind moving my appointment to Wednesday for the same time. Since I had a lot of free time, I said that would be great. Well, Wed. came around, and I was nervous. I had set my alarm so that I would wake up with plenty of time to get ready, and leave early so that I would be able to find my way without any complications (since I've been known to get lost even in Orem. {night of the first pre-school graduation}). Luckily I got there five minutes early. I double checked my make-up, hair, necklace. You know, the usual girl check stuff. And I walked in. I will be pleased to announce that I walked in with a couple minutes to spare. I thought it would be impressive if I showed up early.<br /><br />We went through the interview. And it was going okay, until they said, "So, tell us about yourself." I literally froze. I never know what to say to that, and I was so nervous that I think I said, "well....haha, what would you like to know?" I know that's not the best response, and I'm sure I said other things. But jeeze! "What would you like to know?" Honestly, if you think about it, that's a fairly legitimate question to ask. I mean, if they already knew what they wanted to know about you, they wouldn't have called you in for an interview. The interview lasted for about 15-20 minutes. and I was so nervous!! I went home, tried to relax. Then ran to the library, (which is where I'm at now) to the LDS Employment Center, (because I didn't think I impressed BTC as much as I had hoped), and then I ran to walmart for some gold fish. I love those things. I watched three movies last night; <em></em>Ella Enchanted, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Toy Story.<em></em> I was too nervous to go to bed. <br /><br />So this morning, I woke up around nine, and decided I'd go hang out at a Carl's Jr. just a few blocks away, with my favorite radio station X96. I won a mug. I was hoping for concert tickets, but the mug is just as cool. At least it is now. Because as I was making my way to the Library to email my resume to Broadcasting International, a company my Bro-in-law Mark, recommended to me this morning. I got a call. I recognized the number, and I think I squeaked when I answered the phone. It was BTC, asking me if I would like the job! I was surprised, and I said "Really?" Yes, they really want me. I am so excited!! I'm probably ecstatic! Yeah that sounds about right. I start tomorrow at 8am. <br /><br />I think I'm going to celebrate! Cale Logan told me I should share the news at my volleyball game tonight, and then go out to dinner with whoever is interested. I think I'm going to do that. Well, my time on my computer is nearly up, and I still have to do my exercises. <br /><br />Thank you for reading this. Ciao!Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-82511790821945196322009-03-18T10:51:00.000-07:002009-03-18T11:05:04.395-07:00ENLIGHTENED PERSPECTIVE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqOCSqig1ya5ElMeXmGE4cayYc8PYLFbbwSRDto4IDZEG_MWg7T6ZSYUswhdiIC7QVDRAstVFwJE1bwA8RPplw6UiD87pN7O76PCTsNra4PvG1joGhyKE1QuP4oLPYMjEt5XAUeQbbUoNZ/s1600-h/TEDDY+KIDS.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqOCSqig1ya5ElMeXmGE4cayYc8PYLFbbwSRDto4IDZEG_MWg7T6ZSYUswhdiIC7QVDRAstVFwJE1bwA8RPplw6UiD87pN7O76PCTsNra4PvG1joGhyKE1QuP4oLPYMjEt5XAUeQbbUoNZ/s400/TEDDY+KIDS.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314590328776126706" /></a><br />Read all the way to the bottom: If you will take the time to read these. I promise you'll come away with an enlightened perspective. The subjects covered affect us all on a daily basis:They're written by Andy Rooney , a man who has the gift of saying so much with so few words.Enjoy.......<br /><br />I've learned.... That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.<br />I've learned.... That when you're in love, it shows.<br />I've learned.... That just one person saying to me, 'You've made my day!' makes my day.<br />I've learned.....That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.<br />I've learned.... That being kind is more important than being right.<br />I've learned.... That you should never say no to a gift from a child.<br />I've learned.... That I can always pray for someone when I don't have the strength to help him in some other way.<br />I've learned.... That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.<br />I've learned.... That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand. I've learned.... That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult.<br />I've learned.... That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.<br />I've learned.... That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.<br />I've learned.... That money doesn't buy class.<br />I've learned.... That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.<br />I've learned... That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.<br />I've learned.... That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.<br />I 've learned....That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.<br />I've learned.... That love, not time, heals all wounds.<br />I've learned.... That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.<br />I've learned... That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.<br />I've learned....That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.<br />I've learned... That life is tough, but I'm tougher.<br />I've learned....That opportunities are never lost, someone will take the ones you miss.<br />I've learned.... That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.<br />I've learned.... That I wish I could have told my Mom that I love her one more time before she passed away.<br />I've learned.... That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.<br />I've learned.... That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.<br />I've learned.... That when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life.<br />I've learned.... That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.<br />I've learned.... That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.<br /><br />To all of you.....It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND, even if it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends. HAPPY FRIENDSHIP WEEK TO YOU!!!!!! YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED! Now send this to every friend you have!! And to your family. This was sent to me by a friend.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-29635234721399449142009-02-17T13:26:00.000-08:002009-02-17T13:34:46.057-08:00One WordANSWER THESE QUESTIONS USING ONLY ONE WORD<br /><br />It's not as easy as you might think! Consider yourself tagged upon reading this and post it on your blog if you so desire. It's difficult to only use one word answers. <br /><br />Where is your cell phone?<br />Desk<br /><br />Your significant other?<br />Caring<br /><br />Your hair?<br />Curly<br /><br />Your mother?<br />Scrapbooking<br /><br />Your father?<br />Helping<br /><br />Your favorite thing?<br />Books<br /><br />Your dream last night?<br />Forgot<br /><br />Your favorite drink?<br />Juice<br /><br />Your dream/goal?<br />Teacher<br /><br />What room are you in?<br />Office<br /><br />Your hobby?<br />Games<br /><br />Your fear?<br />Mind<br /><br />Where do you want to be in six years?<br />Home<br /><br />Where were you last night?<br />Home<br /><br />Something that you aren't?<br />Bored<br /><br />Muffins?<br />Blueberry<br /><br />Wish list item?<br />Brazil<br /><br />Last thing you did?<br />Talked<br /><br />What are you wearing?<br />Clothes<br /><br />TV?<br />blah<br /><br />Your pet(s)?<br />cat<br /><br />Friends?<br />Amazing<br /><br />Your life?<br />meh<br /><br />Your mood?<br />okay<br /><br />Missing someone?<br />yes<br /><br />Drinking?<br />nothing<br /><br />Smoking?<br />Sick<br /><br />Your car?<br />Toyota<br /><br />Something you're not wearing?<br />jewlery<br /><br />Your favorite store?<br />downtown<br /><br />Your favorite color?<br />Blue<br /><br />When is the last time you cried?<br />Today<br /><br />Where do you go to over and over?<br />work<br /><br />My favorite place to eat?<br />Home<br /><br />Favorite place I'd like to be?<br />HomeStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-42512773893585208342009-02-17T09:22:00.000-08:002009-02-17T13:03:55.419-08:00Where I stood.I realize that everybody is their own person with their own thoughts and feelings. And I realize that everybody is different. Even though sometimes you wish they weren't. It's something that you don't think about consciously. It's something that's just there, and you can't change it. Because if you could and if you did, you would be playing God. <br /><br />It's hard to accept things you can't change though. I don't mean things like the color of your hair, or what kind of car you own...I mean things like the weather, or how other people see you, or even how other people feel. Even though so badly you want to. It's like being a parent, or a teacher...There's really only so much <em></em>You <em></em> can do. Sometimes I hate it. I hate feeling so helpless. It's too unfamiliar and just so frustrating. It's like sitting on the sidelines, watching yourself head straight for a wall at full speed. Not being able to stop it. And then you realize, it wasn't you because you were sitting there the whole time. <br /><br />Sometimes you think you have life all figured out. You think you know all you need to know, and you're just out taking a walk enjoying things...when all of a sudden a train hits. And you wake up three weeks later, just to be hit by another train. It sucks because there's nothing you can do...suddenly no matter where you walk, you're just on another track with another train heading straight for you. Sometimes you can jump out of the way, but other times you can't...most of the time you can't. And there's nothing you can do.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-75147461918952712442009-01-23T16:27:00.000-08:002009-01-23T20:13:24.136-08:00Spring Cleaning is Done!!I decided to clean my apartment today. I did a fantastic job. I moved all the furniture in the living room and my dinning room. I vacuumed under everything, and I used that weird carpet powder. You know the kind you sprinkle all over the place and vacuum up a few minutes later. It made my apartment smell really nice. Well, that including my awesome little wall flower plug ins from Bath and Body, and the febreeze air spray that I have. The funny thing is, my carpet dust is Black Berry smell, my wall flowers are some kind of berry, I want to say it's Raspberry Vanilla or something, and my air spray is some kind of Tropical Breeze or something of that sort. And oddly enough it didn't clash too bad. I think it smells wonderful. But oh! what a job it turned out to be. <br />I got up this morning at 7:30-ish. And after not doing a whole lot, I decided that I would clean my apartment. I started with my bathroom as maintenance was going to come over and fix the leaky faucet in my tub (He ended up arriving around 10:30-ish, and now my tub is no longer leaky and the caulking job has been re-done). I admit it's very nice not to listen to the water run all the time. Anyway, once I got that done, I headed out to the living room. I picked up all the stupid ads I get in the mail. I swear I get about one thousand a day. It gets annoying you know? I think ads in the mail are as great as Telemarketers. (no offense Kindra), I just think they're annoying and a waste of paper. That and only about one eighth of the ads are actually good for anything. <br />Once I was done going through my whole apartment cleaning up the ads, I pulled out the vacuum. I moved my couch first as I knew there was definitely going to be some packing peanuts under there. I could see them. So I pulled out the couch. I cleaned underneath, and I pulled out the bed hidden in the couch, (AKA: A hide-away-bed) and I cleaned in there. I moved all the furniture in the living room. Sweeping a layer of carpet dust over everything. and then vacuuming again! I feel like I worked that machine over and over again. I emptied the can at least a dozen times just to make sure it wouldn't get clogged (It didn't by the way).<br />I then cleaned my dinning area. Under the table, shaking off the table cloth, clearing off the extra books that have piled up over time. I inserted the silly light covers in my kitchen that my cats somehow continuously knock down. I vacuumed my kitchen floor, just because I can. I vacuumed my room. I cleaned up every last piece of paper that was ever on the floor in there. I put away the silly exercise ball that I never use. and then, I cleaned out my closet. My shoes are all lined up. My dirty laundry and any other article of clothing that I assume is also dirty and needs to be washed was put in it's proper pile of one. and then I vacuumed in the closet. Oh, it is nice to have such a clean apartment. I feel like I've just moved in. Kind of nice. I hope I can make this look last. ;-)<br /><br />This blog post has been brought to you by the letter V, and the number One. (V for Vacuum). Specifically speaking of the vacuum that I received for Christmas from My Mom and Dad. Thank you Mom and Dad.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-42342715975280727542009-01-14T13:44:00.001-08:002009-01-14T15:48:05.351-08:00War.While I was at work today, I got a call from a gentleman wanting to know where one of our products was made. The product he was asking about is manufactured in Korea. As it turns out, this gentleman was a WW2 veteran. He informed me that he was a P.O.W. and that because of his experiences from that, he would never forgive them for what he claims they had done to him and the other soldiers they had captured. He then asked if I understood his reasoning for that. I told him I did not fully understand that as I have never been a P.O.W. but that I did understand his feelings on a small degree. He didn't appear to like that answer very much, as he went on to explain that they dramatically tortured him. He said he would never buy any product manufactured in Korea or China. He also said he would never forgive them for that. It got me thinking.<br /><br />So I went and asked Burt and Marc from the warehouse, If they would ever forgive somebody for torturing them in the same manner as the P.O.W's were in WWII. They responded that it would be difficult if they were able to do it at all. Burt then explained that in the vietnam war, one of the most used methods of torture included taking a long glass rod, inserting it into the bladder of the captured men, and breaking it. This would cause the men to bleed everytime they used the bathroom. And there is nothing you can do for somebody who's been through that, It never goes away. The second most favorite form of torture was to take bamboo sticks, and shove them under the P.O.W's finger nails. I cannot immagine the pain that would cause. I can see how it would be hard to forgive them for doing that....I can understand what it's like wanting to hold a grudge. I have held grudges. I know what it's like not to Want to forgive people. But compared to why I hold grudges, and why this man was holding a grudge, is worlds apart. He was tortured, I was given a splinter in comparison. But what about what WE did to our P.O.W's? <br /><br />What about what America did to our own citizens? Citizens of Japanese descent were thrown into "Internment Camps". Or what about the Atomic Bombs that we dropped on two Japanese cities AFTER they surrendured? The way I see it, there is something wrong with us. Just as much as other people see problems with other countries, I see problems with ours. And in this we are just like the Germans. The Germans do not teach their students about what happened in WWII, They do not teach them what they did to their citizens. A lot of Americans think that is crazy. Yet we are not taught enough of what We did to our citizens either. Or like Guantanamo Bay, we are taught nothing. Way to go America.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-10451425178515542332008-12-16T09:02:00.000-08:002008-12-16T10:24:52.803-08:00The Nutcracker!It was a wonderful night out! Chris took me to see the Nutcracker this past Saturday, and it was truly amazing. <br /><br />The day started off with my dying my hair...and worrying that it was going to go wrong. Luckily it didn't and I'm now a few hair shades darker...almost black, but not quite. It's really pretty, and only accents my natural hair color that didn't quite get colored....good thing I picked a color that does that. <br /><br />Next, Megan and I joined up with Mark (my brother-in-law) and my niece Emma, for an hour or two at the mall. It was cute because Emma decided that she needed to carry her baby doll around with her. Unfortunatley for me I didn't get my Christmas shopping done as I'd hoped. Thankfully Mark didn't seem to mind. I hope I didn't waste his time. Thank You Mark, for going with Megan and I to the mall. Once we were done at the mall, we quickly stopped by Costco. And then we were on our way home,and I was going to drop off Megan as she also had to get home. <br /><br />How lucky I am to have Megan as a friend! She helped dye my hair by the way, and luckily she liked it! :-) She also let me borrow a beautiful black dress for the Nutcracker. It really was pretty. It had a square neckline, an empire waist with a floral arrangement of beads to accent the line. It was long, and it flowed as I walked. Which I really liked. :-) And the best part about it...It fit! I could breath, and it fit. Which was the icing on the cake for me. See, the dresses I tried on from my mom and dad's....Let's just say this, I'm totally not the same size as those dresses. <br /><br />After Megan gave me the dress, I hurried home to get ready. My mom pulled half of my hair up, and pinned it with some bobby pins, and she gave me a square necklace with matching earrings, that just happened to match the dress, (my Mom's cool that way, she has a talent for matching). I did my make-up, my mom took some pictures (I'll see if I can't post a pic or two). And then I was out the door. I safely hurried up to Salt lake, Where Chris and I headed out for our date.<br /><br />We picked up our tickets, and ate at a cute little German Deli/store that was next door. It was delicious and authentic. We sat at the bar that ran along the window (there were only about 5-7 tables, which were all full). We got a really good view though. The snow was falling down, and people were doing stupid things in the street, but we had a nice view of The Monaco Hotel. Once we were done with dinner, we bundled up and went back to The Capitol Theatre. Where they were just opening the doors. I was so excited! But that lasted for a very short time....because by the time we got to our seats...my excitment had been drained a bit. We were two rows away from the back wall....in the second balcony. And because I'm me, and my brain is slowly loosing it's correct wiring...I had a blond moment. I was sitting there thinking, waiting for it to start, and something in my head said "I wonder how they're going to project this far...They'll probably use microphones, but I don't see any speakers up here, oh well I guess I'll just find out when it starts". I did find out when it started. I found out it was a Ballet. No microphones needed. Smart. I know. <br /><br />But the performance was amazing, and even though there were kids in laps in front of me, (supposedly you're not allowed to do that) and the people behind me were having seating trouble, the show was really good. and I personally, cannot wait until next year to go again. and have better seats, I hope. <br /><br />So that was our night out. It was amazing. and I loved it. Thank you Chris!Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-11448718230202078032008-12-12T10:25:00.001-08:002008-12-12T16:08:35.177-08:00WhirlWinds and SnowFlakesThis week has been one heck of a ride for me. Work has been extremely busy. So much that nearly everybody is ready to bite everybody else's heads off! I know I want too. But because I'm not a cannibal, it's not going to happen.:)<br /><br /> Monday started out keeping me busy, and I am so happy about that. However, because of the high volume we've been seeing,I guess I've been making a mistake(?). I don't know for sure because nobody tells me what I'm doing wrong. If anything at all of course. In my opinion, I've just been doing what I've been told to do. I don't see how that is a mistake. I guess I'll just have to wait until the end of the quarter to find out, seeing as Cathy (who probably wants to bite my head off as well) isn't correcting me at this time. So I find it's best if I don't do anything to make it seem like I'm provoking her. HA! HA! HA! (Funny). Let me clarify here. Cathy is the order desk personnell. She takes the orders and places them. She only uses my help when she's got too much on her plate. But she never admits that she has too much because she's Wonder Woman, and she can do it all (not really, but sometimes I humor her). So sometimes I help her out. Lately she's been giving me more and more work like she's supposed to, and I've been doing fantastic! (again, only as far as I am concerned because there is a lack of communication going on here, so I don't know if I really am. But since nobody is saying anything....I can only assume that I'm doing Fantastic! In other words, I'm doing Fantastic!). So that has been the entire week! No doubt about it, regardless of the economy, or perhaps because of the economy right now, we haven't slowed down at all. Granted, we're not as busy as we were last year (from what I hear of course), but we're still busy. And that is good to know.<br /><br />So, I've been busy all day everyday this week. Yesterday was the worst day ever though. Our phones kept cutting people off. Much like the cell phones tend to do when your in a particuarly bad spot. So I had taken three times as many phone calls. However...nine times out of ten it was the same person three or four times in a row. Finally, whenever I picked up a call, I would quickly explain the situation, ask for an email, and we were able to continue with business as usual as it could possibly get. Thank goodness for Friday is all I can say at this point.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-63161919116005272012008-11-24T12:38:00.000-08:002008-11-25T12:11:15.381-08:00Surprise!Okay, so saturday wasn't the best day in the world but over all I'd say it was fairly good. It started off with nothing going on and ended with a Bang! (literally). And since the bang is the part that gets fairly interesting because there's more to say about that than the other activities I participated in that day, I'll slowly fast forward to that time.<br /><br />Chris and I had gotten lunch at Gandolfo's (So so good). Then we went back to his apartment so that I could watch the Cougars game on TV, and he would watch a movie on his computer (He doesn't like football at all, he's a soccer fan, and I can say, that soccer players are very talented). Okay, so I'm trying to set up the TV to receive channels. And with his TV...you kind of have to mess with the antennae constantly to get it to receive the best quality through out the whole show. For instance, when we watch The Office on Thursday nights, we probably fiddle with the antennae about 100 times during the show. We've discovered much to our anger-fueling-ness, that any movement, Any Movement, will set it off. The people upstairs....if we wiggle a toe...it's just absurd. So, I was getting the TV ready for amazing football experience, only to find out that the Mountain had contracted the game to be played only on certain channels. SO I WASN'T ABLE TO WATCH THE GAME!!! Grrr!!! So I went and grabbed Chris's radio and turned it on to KSL News Radio 1160 AM. That was just painful in every possible way. One, I don't know names! I've never had to pay attention to that because I used to be able to just watch the game on TV. But noooo! I can't this year because of the Mountain! *(Sigh)* So I just sat listening...waiting for the score. BYU lost. But that's not a bad thing since you know, now they get 1.4 million dollars for their school. And I'm sure the other schools in the conference were happy about that because they also get money for their schools. So see? It's not a bad thing.<br /><br />Anyway, so all through the game, my mom is texting me asking if I'd like to come down and go to Kira's dance recital. I say yes and head off to my place to shower and basically get ready for the day. I mean it's not like I was in my pajamas but....I just smelled like bleach. And that's just a nasty smell all together. So I'm getting ready for the day at 5:30 in the p.m. Chris comes over, picks me up about fourty minutes later, (6:10-6:15 pm for those who didn't pay attention) and we head down to Provo to watch Kira dance. The concert doesn't start till 7:30, and we got there at 7:20. So we're chilling, figuring out how to work Tasha's video camera, and then the action starts. Kira dances, and she did a fantastic job! Kudos to Kira. Mom sold an apron for $25, and a purse for $20. Not too shabby Mom! And Chris and I leave to go to Mom and Dad's for some dinner. :)<br /><br />So we're driving along heading towards the place of food....and a deer pretty much pops out of no where in front of us. I screamed, "DEER!!!" Chris slammed on his brakes, and pretty much just comes to a complete and very abrupt stop. But not without hitting the deer. It dented his fender, busted a headlight, and a couple other minor damages were done to the car. The deer of course is fine. We were pretty lucky. Basically, we had seen it just in time to hit the brakes as hard as we had, to stop as fast as we did. Otherwise I'm sure the antlers would have gone through the windshield and we probably would have gotten at least a few scratches if nothing else. So the deer ran off, and Chris and I pulled into a parking lot to asses the damage, and to allow me time to get my breath back. I was more shaken up than Chris was. So he called his mom to see if he needed to report it to his insurance, and then he called his insurance. Luckily we didn't have to call the police and wait around forever for that paperwork (somehow it always feels like an hour when the police have to file papers for you). As time would have it though, it was about 45 minutes later that we finally got to my parents house. And by that time both families knew about it, and I was still having trouble standing up ( so I didn't do that until we got some food).<br /><br />Today, Chris took his car to a body shop, and they gave him a rental. A toyota Yaris. He says it seems like it'd be a good car for his parents. I agreed, and that's the last update I got from him.<br /><br />That pretty much wraps up that day. Now back to Friday night.<br /><br />I had just gotten home, it was about 11pm and I was checking my mailbox (I seem to do that alot in one day) and I heard screaming coming from the apartment closest to me. I glanced up and saw through the blinds, that a TV was turned on to cartoons. So that automatically states that a kid is living in there as well. So that kind of caught my attention pretty fast. The other thing that caught my attention was, the awful words coming from the house. From what I can gather, the mom was yelling at her kid. For whatever reason....But she was absolutely rigid and horrible! She was yelling at her kid, saying things that are completely unacceptable in any situation. Saying that if he (I think it is a boy, because of the bikes they have on the balcony) If he ever messed things up again, she would literally f-him up (that's what she said) Poor kid was just bawling his heart out, she's yelling and screaming at him to shut up. Something is hitting the wall....I was frozen, horrified that somebody could be that cruel. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to call the cops, I wanted to pound on her door and just yell at her...I was just so angry at her for acting like that in front of her kid. I didn't pound on her door, I didn't let her know I knew what an awful person I have decided her to be. I didn't call the cops. I didn't do anything. I went into my apartment and cried. Mostly for her kid, and for the coward that I was. She would never have known it was me that had called. But I didn't call, and the only excuse that I have is that I didn't know if I could. I didn't know if I could call without evidence or whatever. But now I know that I can call, and so next time I will. I've started paying special attention to my surroundings when I'm near that apartment, and hopefully I won't have to call the cops.<br /><br />Now, let's fast forward to Sunday! (it's a much happier experience).<br /><br />Mostly this is going to be about the amazing chef I have become. I say that because when I used to cook for Chris....let's just say it was a nice thing that his fire alarm doesn't work. However now that I've become quite the chef, he could probably put batteries in it, and not worry about it going off. Unlike my apartment that has a powerful alarm.<br /><br />So, I made a zesty Lemon chicken, with mashed potatoes, and rolls baked in butter (gives it a nice flaky texture) and Chris sauteed mushrooms, onions, and squash. So good. And nothing was burnt. Yes, I am very pleased about that.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748426262545909581.post-8986243773838547242008-11-20T15:58:00.000-08:002008-11-20T16:13:21.813-08:00Quick Updates-about upcoming events<span style="color:#ff6600;">Okay, so here I am getting ready for a fattening weekend in about a week? That's right! Thanksgiving! A wonderful holiday to pack on some pounds! and I mean it. Chris and I are going to his parents house first. Then we'll be heading down to my parent's house for another fantastic meal. Hopefully though we'll be able to have enough room in our stomachs for both places. I hope so because I'm sure there is going to be alot of fantastic food. Also another perk that comes with the Thanksgiving time of year is the BYU vs. U game. GO BYU! I'm sure they'll win. At least that's what I'm hoping for. It should be pretty awesome. I plan on watching the game over at Chris's place in HD! Good stuff, hopefully though the TV will work. He's had trouble with his antanae since he got it, it's a bit sensative to movement. Anyway, there's this and next weekend for ya.<br /><br />As for next month...December. Chris plans on taking me to see The Nutcracker. :D should be fun. and I plan on spending Christmas with my family. and hopefully we'll be going up to Idaho as well, since this time I will be able to have at least some time for that this year. and I'm hoping to get some serious snowmobiling in. Hint hint.<br /><br />So that's it as far a s plans for the rest of the year go. I'm not big into planning too far ahead, though I have been known to plan ahead for a few things. My family can probably tell you that much. But for now, that's everything. Well I hope you all enjoyed...and I'll be back tomorrow to do some better blogging for everybody who reads this thing (and that's only about what? four people?) hahaha, oh well, it's fun anyway. Alright, peace everybody! I'm going home!</span>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10051852819794906398noreply@blogger.com