tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35032326547135105352024-03-05T00:58:37.669-05:00Corey & StacieThe day by day account of dog raising, Saratoga living, and newlywed bliss.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.comBlogger726125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-88739025137605227142012-06-26T16:09:00.000-04:002012-06-26T16:09:17.588-04:00Change of addressHi. It's me, Stacie.<br />
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I know I haven't been around in awhile, but things got pretty busy over here.<br />
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I had this craft show, and I felt it was necessary this year to, you know, have some goods to bring with me. So that's what I did. I scrapped the blog thing to do the jewelry thing.<br />
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And now I'm back doing the blog thing, but over at another site: <a href="http://www.sjloriginal.blogspot.com/">www.sjloriginal.blogspot.com</a>.<br />
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Don't worry. It's totally legit. And there will be plenty of the same ol' schtuff because I'm still married to the source of most of my material. In fact, just a few days ago I was summonsed to investigate a strange bump on Oliver-dog's stomach, which turned out to be a nipple. Corey didn't have a dog growing up so he wasn't aware O would have <i>several</i>. Needless to say he was relieved these "weird white bumps" weren't something more serious.<br />
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Oh Corey. You make me laugh.<br />
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And he can make you laugh too. Somewhere else. So go there.<br />
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We'll be waiting :)Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-9001610327245352062012-06-08T11:26:00.000-04:002012-06-08T11:26:14.938-04:00Friday Confessions1. I cut off a gentleman Tuesday morning who was not planning on letting me onto the highway. My first instinct when receiving the <em>"what the..?!"</em> hands was to give him spirit fingers.<br />
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2. Sometimes I question my instincts.<br />
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3. And my driving abilities.<br />
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4. Guilty pleasure, movie edition: Don Juan DeMarco. Cheesy, oh yes. But the hunk-factor of Johnny Depp in this movie is off the charts.<br />
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A close second: A Walk in the Clouds.<br />
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Color me hopeless romantic.<br />
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5. I've been super busy getting ready for the LARAC craft festival one week from tomorrow, but as of <em>right now</em> I do not have a single necklace assembled.<br />
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I sell <em>jewelry</em>, if you didn't already know.<br />
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Whoopsie.<br />
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6. I use "your mom" in more arguments than I should.<br />
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7. I can only drink half a cup of coffee.<br />
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8. Pet peeve of the moment: <em>every single thing certain people do. </em><br />
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You won't know if it's you, but just in case, stop doing what you're doing. It might be driving me crazy.<br />
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9. Sometimes Corey wants me to sit in the living room and watch TV with him. So he turns on a game and I watch sitcom reruns on the laptop.<br />
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Compromise.<br />
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10. Here's a little too much background for something that might be amusing to only myself: I ran across an old Missy Elliot song last night, you know, the badonkadonk one. Despite feeling icky about the lyrics I used to know (girlfriend is <em>nasty!</em>) I still sang along with the parts I remembered, which led me to the chorus and my favorite nonsensical lyric:<br />
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<em>"....I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it. Is your <span style="font-size: large;">feminipiflam</span> yet?"</em><br />
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<em>"Is your feminipiflam yet?!"</em><br />
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I have no idea what the <em>actual</em> words are that she's saying; I like this version better.<br />
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Happy Friday!Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-17577655705493835832012-06-07T01:15:00.001-04:002012-06-07T01:15:18.565-04:00My thoughts, exactly: Quaker 'n snacks
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<p> But they had me at pecan.</p>
<p> And 6g protein.</p>
<p> But mostly pecan.</p>
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Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-63038807410085462432012-06-06T16:58:00.001-04:002012-06-06T16:58:45.631-04:00This DID just happenCorey decided we had too much milk last night.<br />
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His solution: cake mix. Both chocolate and yellow.<br />
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Corey: <em>"Do you think the eggs are still good?"</em><br />
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Me: <em>"Probably..."</em><br />
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C: <em>"I mean, when the power went out we didn't take them out, so they should be ok, right?"</em><br />
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Me: <em>"Put water in a bowl and see if they float. If they don't then they're fine."</em><br />
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Corey fills bowl. Inserts egg. Sinker.<br />
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C: <em>"The egg is at the bottom."</em><br />
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Me: <em>"Then they're fine."</em><br />
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C: <em>"Are you sure??"</em><br />
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Me: <em>"Yep."</em><br />
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C: <em>"??"</em><br />
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Me: <em>"I read it in several places."</em><br />
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Corey adds eggs. Stirs.<br />
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C: <em>"Are you going to eat this?"</em><br />
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Me. <em>"Yeah, why?"</em><br />
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C: <em>"I'm not. It just seems funny."</em><br />
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Me. <em>"Gimme a break! The thing sunk, the eggs are fine. Call your mom if you don't believe me!"</em><br />
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C: <em>"Hey mom...(chatter in the other room)....ok thanks. <span style="font-size: large;">Don't worry beetle. The eggs are good."</span></em>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-37613032937299162262012-05-25T17:30:00.000-04:002012-05-25T17:30:01.020-04:00The results are in....Congrats to E and Betsy!<span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span><br />
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You each won one of these beauts to wear for days at a time because they're so light you literally forget you're wearing it.<br />
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And <em><span style="font-size: large;">Thank You</span></em> to everyone who donated to my Relay For Life team...I reached my goal and we all did something pret-ty good.<br />
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Go ahead. Pat yourself on the back.<br />
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And if you call yourself E and you chronicle your daily happenings in Portland, email me your address: staciejlucas(at)gmail(dot)com.<br />
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(Bets, I think I know where to find you!)<br />
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Keep on keepin' on!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*there were some commenting issues so I included everyone who donated. period.</span>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-86104664315078796932012-05-22T16:14:00.001-04:002012-05-22T16:14:40.625-04:00Solving the world's problems one felt ball at a timeOff-topic: have you seen this dude, Flula, on Youtube yet? I spent a good 25 minutes watching his videos and now everything I think has a German accent.<br />
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Google Flula and rock, paper, scissors.<br />
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Or Flula and Jennifer is a party pooper.<br />
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<i>"Jennifer poops at parties?!"</i><br />
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But I digress.<br />
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People, you have just three days to donate to Relay For Life to find a cure for cancer!!<br />
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Oh, and to win one of these!<br />
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<a href="http://coreyandstacie.blogspot.com/2012/05/fight-cancer-with-me.html">Click here</a> and follow the directions to win one of two of these handmade, 100% merino wool necklaces from your's truly. It's easy: after you click on the thing you go to a previous post, click on another link that takes you to my Relay page, donate some money, I'll scream "THANK YOU" all the way from upstate New York, then come back and leave a comment.<br />
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I guess you can leave the comment <i>before</i> you make the donation. That would save us some time, wouldn't it?<br />
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Low entries so far, so there is a pret-ty good chance you're going to win.<br />
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And if I man say so, these necklaces are cool.<br />
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And, of course, cancer is really bad.<br />
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So go do your thing.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-90409170077790559572012-05-15T13:46:00.000-04:002012-05-15T13:46:53.899-04:00Cel-e-brate!!Friends, this is a day for the history books!<br />
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One that I will remember until I forget!!<br />
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A day that brings Corey & Stacie to the <em>masses!!!</em><br />
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No really, this is huge.<br />
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Well, I mean it's huge for a certain population.<br />
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Like, um, those who are concerned about the appearance of their upper arm area.<br />
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But I'm <em>sure</em> that is soooo many people.<br />
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Try this (don't worry, it's 85% safe), Google "arm fat crease." Who do you see??<br />
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Hmmm? I'll give you a minute.<br />
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So??<br />
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Who is it that pops up right under a probably very reputable and informational site on the subject of arm fat?!<br />
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It's <em>this girl!!</em> So exciting. On the subject of arm fat creases I have found my way up the ladder to the number two position of authority on the condition. It's not something to take lightly, folks. People look to me before they look to someone else after realizing that I am, in no way, a professional, and that is <em>the highest</em> form of flattery.<br />
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So today I'm going to give myself a little pat on the back, let myself know the journey to the top isn't over, and then set off to work on bringing "brownie turd" up to it's rightful number two spot.<br />
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Onward.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-12302761506098573972012-05-14T15:07:00.001-04:002012-05-14T15:07:53.139-04:00About that dream...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Raise your hand if whenever you say <em>"I had a dream last night..."</em> you then sing <em>"cuz it looked just like a dream"</em> from the Romeo and Juliet soundtrack that you <em>still</em> listen to because it reminds you of <em>the</em> best movie of eighth grade even though you get all weepy because Leonardo DiCaprio dies at the end.<br />
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Me too.<br />
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So, I had a dream last night that I pooped on the couch.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-48664843350011714352012-05-11T09:57:00.000-04:002012-05-11T10:00:21.405-04:00Friday Confessions<br />
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1. I haven't been skipping "Confessions" because I've been an angel the past few weeks. I've been skipping "Confessions" because I was on vacation, and then I was getting ready for vacation, and then I just plain <em>forgot</em>.<br />
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2. Phew. Glad I got that off my chest.<br />
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3. On Monday I took my car in to get inspected. I noticed a few weeks ago that "February" was punched, as in that is when it expires. After dropping it off I got a call from the repair shop:<br />
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<em>"Uh, hey this is Bob from Warren Tire..."</em><br />
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<em>"Hi."</em><br />
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<em>"We pulled your car in for that inspection and, um, it was just inspected in February."</em><br />
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<em>"What??"</em><br />
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<em>"Yeah, I mean, unless you want it inspected again, it's good until next year."</em><br />
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I <em>completely</em> forgot. And not only did I forget, apparently I can't <em>read</em> either. "February 2013" written on my sticker makes it pret-ty clear when I'm supposed to taker her in again.<br />
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4. I was embarrassed.<br />
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5. I was driving to the mall with my sister, Kimberlie, and we noticed a brightly decorated store called The Monogram Hut.<br />
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<em>"Isn't that where they squish your boobs??"</em><br />
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6. When stuff like that happens I make sure to call everyone I know. I can't be the <em>only one</em> peeing my pants.<br />
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7. Now I have to stop and actually think before I spell the word monogram. <br />
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8. I've honked at several people over the past few months for not yielding on the on-ramp. I kept thinking, "that yield sign is so obvious, why do these people keep ignoring it?!?"<br />
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That sign is for <em>my</em> lane.<br />
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9. I should probably have died at least seven times by now, the way I drive. I play out this hilarious scenario in my head: so there's Jesus standing in Heaven and he's talking to these <em>exhausted </em>angels. He's like, "guys, I know she's a train wreck," and they're going, "no Jesus, you don't get it, she puts her feet up on the vents to air out her toes," and then Jesus goes, "gross, I know, but you gotta keep on truckin', you know, because I need her later."<br />
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I have, like, 17 guardian angels where you probably only need one.<br />
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I'm not a good driver, is what I'm trying to say here.<br />
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10. I just made Corey's day. He's been saying this for years.<br />
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And speaking of Corey, he just had a birthday yesterday...Yay!<br />
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Happy Friday to all! And don't forget you still have time to enter to win one of two necklaces made by me! All you have to do is, you know, fight some cancer. <a href="http://coreyandstacie.blogspot.com/2012/05/fight-cancer-with-me.html">Go Here.</a>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-62628424434487640162012-05-08T09:34:00.001-04:002012-05-08T09:34:19.051-04:00Fight Cancer With ME!!I wear sunscreen.<br />
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I don't smoke.<br />
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I exercise regularly.<br />
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I stand <em>at least</em> five feet away from the microwave when it's in action.<br />
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I avoid "mystery meats" and growth hormones.<br />
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I have good intentions to eat vegetables and other foods packed with vitamins and antioxidants.<br />
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I'm scared of cancer, is what I'm trying to say.<br />
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I try to avoid it like, well, cancer.<br />
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In my list of fears a diagnosis in myself or someone I love is definitely in my top six.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(The Dark is ahead only because it's one of those unavoidable things; it <em>is</em> going to be dark, and that is where serial killers live.)</span><br />
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It <em>literally</em> scares the pants right off of me. If you said, "Hey, did you know wearing those pants causes cancer?" I would <em>take them off.</em> <br />
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And then I would harass you and your mom and your best friend and your neighbor to take all of your pants off too because it would hurt me to see you hurt.<br />
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Of course, we would need to find a pants alternative, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there.<br />
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It's this <em>persistent</em> fear that calls me to act. And to give.<br />
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Now, I don't have a lot to give, but I do have some money, and I have some time. And I know people who have some money and some time too. So we're getting together to find other people who have money and time....and I think you can see where this is going.<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;">Give some money, people.</span></em> If you haven't already donated to a cancer organization, and there are many reputable charities out there, donate to <a href="http://main.acsevents.org/goto/stacielucas">my Relay For Life team</a>. We are the Super Hearted Heroes led by a survivor who won his battle against cancer. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Yay!)</span><br />
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And as a <em>thank you</em> I'm giving away two of these felted wool necklaces in mint to two random folks who make a donation.*<br />
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So while I work on that, here is what you can do: go to <a href="http://main.acsevents.org/goto/stacielucas">this page</a>, donate a few of your hard earned dollars (but let's make it a <em>little</em> worthwhile, people), come back here and leave a comment like "hey, gimme that necklace" or go simple with "I donated" or be a radical and tell me how cool I am. Whatever floats your boat, as the cool-kids say.<br />
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Giveaway ends 5pm Eastern Time Friday, May 25 and I'll announce the winners ay-sap.<br />
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Let's Fight with Felt!!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">hey, that just might work....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*necklaces are made by yours truly from 100% merino wool, so they won't be all rashy. did you know merino sheep have the softest wool of all the sheep? you're welcome.</span>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-47989660346109576352012-04-24T12:15:00.000-04:002012-04-24T12:15:06.213-04:00My what looks like WHAT?!<em>Your crotch looks like applesauce.</em><br />
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Um, why thank you.<br />
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Of all phrases to use in a Google search 1) why these <em>exact</em> words and 2) why would these <em>exact</em> words bring people to Corey 'n me?<br />
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<em>Brownie turds, </em>yes.<br />
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<em>Arm fat crease</em>, of course.<br />
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But applesauce crotch is <em>not</em> a topic I believe we have covered here on C&S. In fact, the word "crotch" feels as dirty coming out of my keyboard as "indicator" or "lady smile" would. And a comparison to applesauce....I just can't make that connection any way I try.<br />
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Enlighten me, friends. I watch Matlock and wear yoga pants that come up to about the middle of my ribcage; I am not hip, is this <em>applesauce crotch</em> what the cool kids are talking about these days?<br />
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Eagerly awaiting your reply,<br />
An un-cool kidStaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-12783337112680567692012-04-23T12:54:00.001-04:002012-04-23T12:54:39.388-04:00Things are happening hereHello friends.<br />
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After very little deliberation because I tend to make impulsive decisions I've decided to take a new direction with the blog-thing:<br />
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Jewelry.<br />
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...and antics.<br />
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With videos.<br />
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...and antics.<br />
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And a splatter of tutorials.<br />
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...and antics.<br />
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Obviously I can't escape the day-to-day shenanigans at home; a certain someone I am married to is <em>going to</em> dance around in his underwear and socks, and a certain blogger is <em>going to</em> get her hair caught in a blender. I can't, in good conscience, keep this to myself, so there will be an element of "married life" to my new gig.<br />
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But this new "gig" won't be starting up anytime soon.<br />
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I work at a comfortable pace.<br />
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So until we're all up and running, just hang on to your britches, giggle to yourself because it looked for a second like I said b*%$ches, get a good belly laugh in there when you think of how that phrase would have sounded if I <em>had</em> typed b*%$ches, and well, just wait because, um, there really isn't much else to do.<br />
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I'll see you knuckleheads on the flip side.<br />
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Which will be tomorrow, because I have a very disturbing question to pose.<br />
<br />Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-12056151621961365202012-04-02T13:14:00.000-04:002012-04-02T13:16:15.883-04:00A penny saved is a penny for my wardrobeI ended a relationship last Wednesday.<br />
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A four year relationship.<br />
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With my smartphone.<br />
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It was like giving up an appendage.<br />
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Or cable TV.<br />
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Or <em>chocolate.</em> <br />
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But I exaggerate, really. It wasn't hard and I rarely notice a difference. Sure I can't immediately post my thoughts on the economy or the importance of grapefruit to Facebook. And I can't catch up on celebrity gossip while I wait for my coffee at Coffee Planet. But I wouldn't consider any of that enriching, anyway.<br />
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What is, you ask?<br />
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Saving $30 a month...it's en-<em>riching!</em><br />
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See what I did there?<br />
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No data plan on my phone bill also frees up several minutes in which I can spend <em>actually communicating</em> with those around me.<br />
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Like the girls at Coffee Planet:<br />
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<em>"Um, are the bagels good here?"</em><br />
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And Corey:<br />
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<em>"Soooooo....."</em><br />
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And even the dog:<br />
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<em>"Stop licking that."</em><br />
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The only downside is that I have this ridiculous looking phone.<br />
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I've also butt-dialed myself and many others several times. It's a sacrifice we all have to make for the sake of my wardrobe...because that's what money saved is for: Frye boots and coral skinny jeans like Kate Middleton's.<br />
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That's how I would prefer to be enriched, anyway. Who needs hand-held access to junk mail when you can have coral skinny jeans?<br />
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A question we should all be asking ourselves...Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-77903397577763227862012-03-30T10:57:00.001-04:002012-03-30T10:57:43.722-04:00Friday Confessions<br />
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1. I took a mental health day on Wednesday; the one day this week that was supposed to be rainy and miserable.<br />
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I did that on purpose.<br />
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2. Then I got mad when the stupid sun came out. It meant I had to put clothes on and walk the dog.<br />
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3. I watch trash TV when I'm home during the day. And never was it more trashy than Wednesday: "judge" Gloria Allred heard the case of the "Sex Toy Lady," (as she calls herself) suing her customer for not paying for vibrating panties.<br />
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It gets better. The customer then counter sued for said panties malfunctioning while driving and causing her to crash her truck.<br />
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4. Today is my youngest sister's birthday! I have no idea how old she is...<br />
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5. When she sees this she's going to wonder why on this day I thought of her <em>after</em> vibrating undergarments.<br />
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My deepest apologies, Kimberlie.<br />
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6. I took the bangs plunge on Sunday even though a majority of you told me not to.<br />
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You were right.<br />
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I look like I did in the 6th grade picture of me hanging in my parents' basement. I'm trying to get used to them but I'm afraid I made a very bad decision.<br />
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You should have done more to stop me....shame.<br />
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7. Sometimes I eat cake balls with wild abandon.<br />
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8. Ditto for Cheez-Its.<br />
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9. I found myself muttering a Saved By The Bell line all morning. This happens every now and then.<br />
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10. Good Morning America makes me late for work almost every single day. But in my defense, I'm getting valuable information; like how I can get a song sung by Elmo with <em>my name</em> in it for free. <br />
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That's a savings of $3.50....!<br />
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Happy Friday, friends!Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-61802365213272540042012-03-26T10:38:00.001-04:002012-03-26T10:38:49.149-04:00Now he smells powder freshLast weekend Corey and his buds went out to Vegas for a few days, and since coming home Sunday night he's slowly started to unpack his bag. <br />
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A few things here, a large laundry dump there.<br />
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But then this morning as he was reaching into his little black toiletry bag I noticed something out of place.<br />
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A little <em>blue</em> something.<br />
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Powder blue.<br />
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So then I says to myself, I says, "why on <em>earth</em> would Corey have a powder blue <em>anything? </em>This deserves further investigation."<br />
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And this is what I found:<br />
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<em>"Corey, why do you have this??"</em><br />
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<em>"What? I needed deodorant for my trip."</em><br />
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<em>"But why women's deodorant?"</em><br />
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<em>".........I thought it smelled a little funny."</em><br />
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<em>...</em><br />
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Boy's minds work in mysterious ways.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-62919168815336066002012-03-23T10:34:00.002-04:002012-03-23T10:34:56.389-04:00Friday Confessions<br />
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1. Yesterday a man I've dealt with in the office before walked in the door and said, <em>"they haven't fired you yet?"</em><br />
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There are some <em>funny</em> people in the world.<br />
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2. A few years ago I was driving down the highway with my sister, Kimberlie. She had fallen asleep and I thought it would be hilarious to scream at the top of my lungs.<br />
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It was. She woke up thinking we were dying.<br />
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3. I laughed a little more about it today.<br />
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4. Sometimes I get nostalgic for the 70s.<br />
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5. I was born in the 80s.<br />
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6. Today I'm giving up my Verizon data package for a carefree unattached life with a dumbphone. Although I'm not yet sure how this will work with my Facebook addiction.<br />
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7. No, no. I'm <em>not</em> addicted to Facebook. I just feel the need to check it every twenty minutes. <br />
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And sometimes in between.<br />
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8. I know why this season is called March <em>Madness</em>. Actually, I've known for....hey Cor, how many years have we been together now?<br />
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I've known for what feels like 30 years.<br />
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9. Favorite joke of the moment: What do you get when you cross an elephant and a rhino?<br />
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Elephino.<br />
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It's, um, funnier if you <em>say</em> it.<br />
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10. Every morning I sign on to Blogger and not-so-secretly hope Corey & Stacie went viral while I was sleeping.<br />
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<em>"Not today!"</em><br />
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A girl can dream.<br />
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That's all folks, happy Friday!Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-76851572585512933772012-03-22T14:52:00.000-04:002012-03-22T14:52:49.443-04:00At least I can read stop signs nowHey.<br />
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Wanna see something funny?<br />
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Walk behind me when I go up or down stairs.<br />
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It's <em>hilarious.</em><br />
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The joys of being imperfect.</div>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-88123637017582540302012-03-22T07:00:00.000-04:002012-03-22T07:00:04.560-04:00On careers and enchiladasCorey and I are part of the cool-kids club.<br />
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We got ourselves a laptop.<br />
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This laptop.<br />
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A 15" Macbook Pro.<br />
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I'll tell you what, that darned talking dog Youtube sensation never looked so good.<br />
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Neither did the metal filing cabinet or the wicker patio furniture set I found on Craigslist.<br />
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Because that's why you get fancy computers; to make impulse Zappos purchases and watch online sitcoms while your husband forces you to sit through March Madness.<br />
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I kid.<br />
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<em>Eventually</em>, I plan to get my graphic design on, which was my whole argument for getting this exact model. It's better at doing...something.<br />
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I need training first. Obviously.<br />
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But then it's off to a semi part-time career in freelance work for independent artists (like me!) and non-profit organizations. Not exactly where the money's at (excuse me, my preposition is showing), but if it covers my Mexican take-out habit I'll be satisfied.<br />
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It's all about putting food in the belly.<br />
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Food smothered in mole and enchilada sauce.<br />
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And that only took me eight years after my college graduation to figure out. I mean the career part, I've always known tamales were a way of life.<br />
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So if you'll excuse me, I need to go figure out what I'm supposed to do with my right-clicking finger if there is no right-clicker.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-56902795584858663872012-03-21T11:41:00.000-04:002012-03-21T11:41:19.484-04:00I can see your roots need a touch-upI'm coming to you with a new perspective today, one from four-and-a-half inches above.<br />
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<em>Literal</em> inches, not like out-of-body-hovering-over-myself-viewing-the-world-in-a-whole-new-way metaphoric inches.<br />
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<em>This girl</em> is the proud new owner of a pair of blue, scaled leather Mary Janes from Anthropologie with a heel that just don't quit. It was one of the few splurges I will allow myself this year, the others being a new dress for the summer and a <em>flavored</em> latte every other month. I let myself go a little crazy sometimes.</div>
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But I'm able to justify my splurges:</div>
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<li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">my closet is a frump paradise in desperate need of updates</li>
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That last one is important; it's in my <em>genes</em> to want new jeans.</div>
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And now, with my beautiful new shoes I've satisfied an instinctual craving for something pretty, and sassy, and outrageous. No, I can't actually walk in them, but I can <em>stand</em> in them.</div>
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Until I need to start shopping for my summer dress.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-49321340095947204772012-03-20T11:09:00.001-04:002012-03-20T11:09:57.334-04:00In ALL seriousnessDilemma of my lifetime: do I get bangs, or don't I.<br />
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And I was pronouncing "dilemma" as "die-lemma" all dramatic-like.<br />
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It's what I do.<br />
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And bangs are a big deal, people.<br />
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It's short hairs on your face. Short hairs that take <em>forever</em> to grow back if you realize they won't <em>not</em> frizz at the least appropriate time.<br />
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Not that there's ever a good time to frizz.<br />
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But it's also short hairs that take up that huge span of forehead I've grown.<br />
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This is my attempt to hide it with a side-bang, also an early experiment in whether or not I could stand having hair <em>in my face at all times.</em> <br />
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I couldn't.<br />
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I've spent 85% of my life with my hair in a ponytail; hair away from my face is like a security blanket.<br />
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(And of the remaining: 10% was spent sleeping in curlers for pictures because my mom enjoyed torturing her children with poofy hair, and 5% of the time my hair is "done" and down, but that only lasts 15 minutes.)<br />
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But could I stand it if I had <em>no choice</em> but to stand it?<br />
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If you are the one male reader who actually made it through to this point let me take you through the Reader's Digest version of what exactly I'm talking about here. See, a regular bang, the kind I want goes straight across my forehead with slightly longer hairs at the sides. There are slightly different lengths, of course, depending on the look you're going for; shaggy dog vs. that style where you cut your bangs really short and then dye your whole head pink.<br />
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I'm somewhere in the middle.<br />
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<em>But</em> the side bang is a total cop-out. It's like the cheater bang. If you have a sloppy morning and you can't take the time to pull out every shorter strand of hair from your longer strands of hair to straighten it and make sure it lays at that perfect angle you tuck it in with the other hairs and a bobby pin and throw that shizz up. In a ponytail.<br />
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Follow?<br />
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So I'll repeat my question: if I'm walking around all proud of myself for tolerating a side bang for, like, half an hour at the most, will I be able to stand a bang that <em>can't</em> go anywhere else because I have no other choice?!<br />
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Thoughts? Opinions? Hopes, dreams, and aspirations?!<br />
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Thank you for your time.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-63835562656612519482012-03-16T12:03:00.000-04:002012-03-16T12:03:21.177-04:00Friday Confessions<br />
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1. I'm that awkward dope who fills in pauses in conversation with random facts like:<br />
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<em>"Did you know Tom Cruise's name in Top Gun was Pete Mitchell?"</em><br />
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2. I also used correct grammar in most situations in Jr. High which was the <em>least</em> cool thing I could do. I believe that is where the awkward began.<br />
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3. I'm blowing bubbles in my bubble gum <em>right now.</em> <br />
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4. And at the same time thinking, <em>"how much longer before I can spit this out without being wasteful?"</em><br />
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5. Is is colon cancer awareness month everywhere else? We have all these blue ribbons hanging up all over town to bring awareness to the importance of good bottom health and I can only wonder what made organizers choose blue over the more obvious choice.<br />
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6. A few years ago I was asked to give a radio interview on the importance of colorectal screening. <a href="http://coreyandstacie.blogspot.com/2010/03/poop-talk-on-radio.html">This is me</a> nervous before the interview, and <a href="http://coreyandstacie.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-radio-days-over-before-they-began.html">this is me</a> describing the mess it turned out to be.<br />
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7. Sentences ending in prepositional phrases always remind me of friends my family had when I was younger from South Africa. We thought they were sooooo cool and proper. They would say stuff like, "make sure you bring your swimming costume," and "I need to go to the lou." But then there was "would you like to come with?" and that's just wrong.<br />
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8. I spit my gum out.<br />
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9. I think this is worth mentioning again: when I got my wisdom teeth taken out the doctor hit a nerve somewhere and now the left side of my bottom jaw is numb. If I don't watch myself brush my teeth I end up drooling all over myself.<br />
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True story.<br />
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10. The fashion alert has been posted: Kate Middleton is wearing coral skinny jeans. You and I can only benefit by wearing coral skinny jeans.<br />
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Did you pick up on some sarcasm?<br />
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Because I'm completely serious.<br />
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No, really.<br />
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Happy Friday, friends!Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-43492403065269195242012-03-14T12:39:00.001-04:002012-03-14T12:39:54.569-04:00Three's a crowdCorey left for Las Vegas today. I think his nerves got the best of him last night.<br />
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<em>"Beetle, my stomach hurts. I need the dog up here on the bed."</em><br />
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<em>"(mumble grumble) ok..."</em><br />
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<em>"Oliver.....Oliver.....Oliver....."</em><br />
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Our 75-pound Oliver jumps up on the bed and settles in between us.<br />
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<em>"Beetle, move over. You're crowding him."</em><br />
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<em>"But I'm at the edge of the---"</em><br />
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<em>"Shhhhh."</em><br />
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There is something about a man and his dog.<br />
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...and there's something about a dog's ability to gain full access to the best spot on the bed.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-59181161890818013712012-03-13T10:06:00.001-04:002012-03-13T10:06:16.874-04:00Hello, handsome<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<em>Incredibly </em>handsome.</div>
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And preferably in a size 8, please.</div>
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People, this is the boot of my dreams. Pioneer Woman is giving <em>one pair</em> of the new Fryes away today and I'd prefer it if you did not go over and enter; you'd really spoil my chances.</div>
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I just wanted to show you my obsession for the moment.</div>
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Have a nice day.</div>
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But don't enter PW's contest.</div>
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Thank you.</div>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-7985199250728322742012-03-09T11:05:00.001-05:002012-03-09T11:07:30.904-05:00Friday Confessions<br />
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1. Funny Google keyword search alert: smiley chicken poo.<br />
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<em>What the....??</em><br />
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2. I am putting my foot down. No more coffee for me. I finished off a 16-ouncer yesterday and I said things like, "whas up wit dat?" and my left eyeball almost popped out of my head.<br />
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I exaggerate, but I do think I called a congressman's aide a liar.<br />
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3. I have bad caffeine trips.<br />
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4. But at least I didn't hang up on a potential voter.<br />
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This week.<br />
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5. In my defense, if you plan to accuse me of calling you a "crack whore" I'm probably going to hang up on you too.<br />
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6. Guilty pleasure: real life crime solving shows.<br />
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7. Guiltier pleasure: a marathon of real life crime solving shows.<br />
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It's almost like saying my favorite movie is Silence of the Lambs.<br />
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Weird.<br />
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8. My youngest sister swears my other sister and I told her she was supposed to die when she was born. I tell her she's completely delusional and that all we said was that she was the mailman's daughter.<br />
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9. Our mailman was a woman.<br />
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10. Today I'm allowing myself to place blame in all situations on solar flares.<br />
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<em>"Why did you tell the Senator's constituent to sit on a tack??"</em><br />
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<em>"The solar flares made me do it."</em><br />
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<em>...</em><br />
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<em>"Stacie...you didn't say any of your lines!!"</em><br />
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<em>"Solar flares. Not my fault."</em><br />
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<em>"Beetle, why did you hang up on me??"</em><br />
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<em>"Dang solar flares screwed up all the waves and stuff."</em><br />
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<em>..........</em><br />
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Happy Friday!!Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503232654713510535.post-52773466740949333472012-03-08T13:38:00.001-05:002012-03-08T13:38:59.465-05:00Favorite things revealed!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I love swaps.</div>
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Love, love, love.</div>
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"Get hooked on swaps not drugs," its my new motto.</div>
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Here's how it all went down: I got paired with Jennifer from <a href="http://www.joshandjennhaas.blogspot.com/">Life with the Haas'</a>. She bought for me her favorite things, I bought for her my favorite things, we exchanged packages via the trusty postal system, opened said packages and squealed with delight.</div>
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I squealed. Jen, did you squeal?</div>
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AnyChristmasinMarch, the following (in painful detail) is the unveiling of my goodies:</div>
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This is my seven pound package. <em>Seven pounds.</em></div>
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What else weighs seven pounds: babies, large chickens, a five-pound and two-pound weight. Seven pounds is a <em>lot, </em>is what I'm trying to say.</div>
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Corey was almost more excited than me. He wanted this to be like Christmas where he presents me with each gift.</div>
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A-dorable.</div>
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So I told him he had to be part of the pictures.</div>
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It may or may not have taken us ten minutes and more than five test pictures to get one "approved."</div>
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Eventually, we dug in.</div>
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Obviously, my swap buddy enjoys a little crazy time. Slip sliding away? Um, yes <em>please.</em></div>
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bubbles wand: I'm thrilled to the point of swearing.</div>
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He's Just Not That Into You DVD: so funny she sent this; I <em>hated</em> the book, but only because I was in the process of being dumped. Time has passed and I'm sure I'll love the movie too.</div>
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Reese's Pieces Eggs: Corey has confiscated these. He says, "thanks for the eggs Oklahoma!"</div>
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Weirdo lip balm: for real, this is the weirdest lip stuff I've ever seen, but I think that's why I love it. </div>
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Cosmo magazine: why yes I <em>did </em>have to strategically place items over graphic material!</div>
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scarf: it's brown with every color woven through and I am wearing it today!</div>
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slipper socks: with grippers on the soles, or worn inside out for some indoor, wood floor skating.</div>
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comfy socks: I <em>live</em> in these kinds of socks in the winter and now I have two more to throw into the rotation!</div>
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foot scrub: I needed this like I need air; I'm starting to get old<em>er</em> lady cracked, dry feet. TMI, you're welcome.</div>
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Goldfish crackers: um, why didn't anyone tell me they made <em>sweet</em> goldfish?! Thank goodness Jen is here to bring me up to speed.</div>
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Nutella to go: also confiscated by Corey and I oblige because he lets me share the funny things he says.</div>
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lotion: smells very pretty and fits in my purse!</div>
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body wash: it's the same scent as the body lotion my sister gave me for Christmas, which I used this morning.</div>
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face mask: I love putting myself "in a mask" and this stuff is perfect because you have to <em>peel it off.</em> Remind me to share my weirdo obsession with picking at peeling, sunburned skin of former and current significant others.</div>
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So much stuff!</div>
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A million thanks to Jen and to <a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/">Mamarazzi</a> for pairing us up and hosting a favorite things swap party!</div>
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It was my favorite.</div>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16393433177339753709noreply@blogger.com8