tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219113272024-03-13T05:55:44.314-07:00Everybody Is Entitled To My OpinionStaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.comBlogger506125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-59054236722387296862012-10-16T08:33:00.001-07:002012-10-16T08:33:53.743-07:00Wow, re reading my last post makes me pretty sick of myself for today. My summer was crappy and I gained back all the weight that I worked so hard to lose in the winter. I had the chance to get rid of my periods for life, but it was going to take a little bit of sacrifice for a while. First of all, I had to go on hormone replacement therapy for about 10 weeks. Oh, boy, talk about hating one's self. It was not fun. In that process, I quit exercising, (it also got too hot for the running outside) and my diet just went all to hell. <br />
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We made it to the Florida in August, but I never once got the opportunity to run on the beach. It was the worst vacation ever. Hurricane Isaac came by the edge of where we were, so the condo was closed. We spent our entire vacation staying in hotels. And we didn't get to spend any time on the beach. I see other people's pictures of their trip to Destin and I'm jealous, because it looked nothing like that when we were there. It looked like this.<br />
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I had my procedure (NovaSure and E Sure if you want to Google them and see what I had done to my lady bits) done the week before I left for vacation, which in hindsight, I should've NEVER done. But, oh well, what's done is done. I really thought that I would be back to myself within a few days to a week, but here I am 8 weeks later and still not back to my normal self. I use that term "normal self" very loosely. I went back to the doctor last week and he told me I just need more time to feel better. It could be up to 3 to 4 months before I feel better and up to 8 to 9 months before I am completely healed up. He also said to wait for the 3 to 4 months before I start any rigorous work outs. So, around Christmas time I should be able to start working out again in earnest. I am not pleased and I kind of wish I hadn't had this procedure done. But, like I said, what's done is done. I can only go forward from here and make the best of it. Hopefully, some day all this pain and waiting will be worth it.<br />
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Shael graduated Wyandotte High School back in May. Her dad and I were so proud of her! And now she is going to school full time at NEO and working part time at Grand Lake Lodge in housekeeping. I am more than proud of her. She has a goal and she's working toward it. She's got the world at her finger tips. She's also stunningly beautiful, but I'm a little biased. She'd be stunningly beautiful even if I wasn't biased.<br />
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Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-62161120698623420592012-03-07T13:01:00.003-08:002012-03-07T13:19:18.648-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfFwqKExiyn2DANh8y-6-Q0mDjz12qXpzFx2Nw2Tslez-fGGLu1W973GQmy8zzeHWKiSsQR9prJhZI_e2jC5D04qlmwYl0piXZmss9iC8tS2yEsssfCfDrB-MaLpY5MD2g4udv/s1600/pinkshirt.jpg"><img style="width: 226px; height: 127px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717264500244709634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfFwqKExiyn2DANh8y-6-Q0mDjz12qXpzFx2Nw2Tslez-fGGLu1W973GQmy8zzeHWKiSsQR9prJhZI_e2jC5D04qlmwYl0piXZmss9iC8tS2yEsssfCfDrB-MaLpY5MD2g4udv/s320/pinkshirt.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnc-7RP7Iv_vl28JbH-jCK1M2WaYVh5vWv3c11K0Eds3bEqfJG21rPz0k_OHbHLV7tRzarPiAaBR3yFs7spGA2uS2EqK57Z4Z8t9BU1tqSWWXU4Cg7CfqQR5ciraxDwQc-v-Mj/s1600/my+car.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717264493818668594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnc-7RP7Iv_vl28JbH-jCK1M2WaYVh5vWv3c11K0Eds3bEqfJG21rPz0k_OHbHLV7tRzarPiAaBR3yFs7spGA2uS2EqK57Z4Z8t9BU1tqSWWXU4Cg7CfqQR5ciraxDwQc-v-Mj/s320/my+car.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Yes! I finally got my car *and* I got my hair colored. Life is good. I'm really loving this no school thing. It is freaking AMAZING!<br /><br />I have shed a few pounds over the last couple of months. I'm almost to 20 pounds gone, but not quite there. I'm hoping that I can be a little more disciplined in my eating habits, I know that would help. Everything in moderation. Define moderation.<br /><br />There are a few things I chant to myself when I feel like I don't want to go on with this exercise regime I'm on and they always encourage me to keep going. They are<br /><ul><li>Determination not motivation</li><li>Fit by 40</li><li>If it was easy, everyone would do it</li></ul><p>It's not easy to get up at 4:45 in the morning to exercise. But when I go to the beach this August, I want to be able to go to the beach without being embarrassed. That's 5 months away, and I'm curious to see how I will look in 6 months if I keep at it like I am. Hopefully, I can shed 5 lbs a month. I'm down to a size 12 pants, and that was exciting and encouraging. Right now, I weigh 165 lbs, give or take a few. I think I would be happy to get rid of 3 lbs a month. Heck, 1 lb a month would be better than nothing. But, I want to be thinner than that come beach time in August. I'm really looking forward to running on the beach. Here goes everything!</p><p>Fit by 40...that gives me 17 months to get fit. I spent my 20's and half of my 30's fat. I don't want to spend the rest of my life that way. So, I WILL be physically fit by the time I'm 40 years old. I can totally do this. The last part of my life will be better than the middle part.</p><p>The Lord has been good to me!!!</p>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-76051912412475621792012-01-18T12:30:00.000-08:002012-01-18T12:31:33.800-08:00Blog<a href="http://www.runsforcookies.com">www.runsforcookies.com</a><br /><br />I think I may have found some inspiration that I needed.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-51391879993332318922012-01-10T09:41:00.000-08:002012-01-10T09:42:29.815-08:00Camaro, baby!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpS4PO_P__iJn1QFSY9XSML9n6Bvh0TgSPpxaniS8i3Ted4XXrRo6Bra-irpVg8tLv_6yhg8kElU85VAAfQe1n10cGYue78Ba1ru93EdWZxKWybK4OU1vmSs4lIXB_GKrnGE-v/s1600/imagesCAX9E3S3.jpg"><img style="width: 259px; height: 194px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696060003075970994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpS4PO_P__iJn1QFSY9XSML9n6Bvh0TgSPpxaniS8i3Ted4XXrRo6Bra-irpVg8tLv_6yhg8kElU85VAAfQe1n10cGYue78Ba1ru93EdWZxKWybK4OU1vmSs4lIXB_GKrnGE-v/s320/imagesCAX9E3S3.jpg" /></a><br /><br />It is proving very difficult to find one of these hot babies in my area.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-47418506720424102002012-01-10T09:31:00.000-08:002012-01-10T09:40:25.181-08:00<div><div>Here it is January of 2012 and I haven't done anything to my hair since last summer when I had it cut really super short and colored really super dark. The black washed out quite a bit, but never really faded all the way out. So, now I have brown roots with black hair. Thankfully, it's not too visible unless you are looking for it (I hope, anyway). I am looking for styles and colors because I'm sick of this boring stuff already. The style is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, I have decided, but the color, something must be done about the color.</div><div>Here is a picture of me this morning with the same old brown.</div><div> </div><div><img style="width: 226px; height: 127px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696058802412464466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJZfNS5d_aBcdMAg_TvgJEPbU8JVdWOQWT-pGdKYwMZPM5tbeBr4OoB2obFS2QqOPch1w8pa3WblxW1tFYHXbhggxGCiUw3Ara8oxcj0ILylvoHH1q4AftzFVUPZGFJiWQZ7K/s320/brownhair.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div>And here is a picture of what I want it look like by the end of the month. I wouldn't mind being that skinny, either.</div><div> </div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAN9RboaoIpetuP2DdP7IYJHFJ3PnQ83ONGSkxn-4igZGWAb_7RHgalpG1lb_IW76pWhfbGxzg01TRhyphenhyphenGp1ncTFohmuNwvyKh7WdfPNsxjdbyp9cAR_CBMaSM9r2FCUxfcYc5-/s1600/yes.jpg"><img style="width: 192px; height: 256px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696059297850708530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAN9RboaoIpetuP2DdP7IYJHFJ3PnQ83ONGSkxn-4igZGWAb_7RHgalpG1lb_IW76pWhfbGxzg01TRhyphenhyphenGp1ncTFohmuNwvyKh7WdfPNsxjdbyp9cAR_CBMaSM9r2FCUxfcYc5-/s320/yes.jpg" /></a></div></div>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-83050858292467747902011-12-30T09:46:00.000-08:002011-12-30T09:53:03.763-08:00Almost A New Year!<div>I grew up watching Dick Clark on New Year's Eve, and trying to remember that New York is an hour ahead of me so if I wanted to watch that ball drop, I must tune in by 11:00. That old guy was a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">staple</span> in our house from all the episodes of American Bandstand. My sister always made sure she woke up by the crack of noon on Saturday mornings so she could watch it.</div><div>So, here's to you, Dick Clark. You are something else, dude!</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIK6AiqFziosg0ilEDeruaugd-Xh3yTI8xkPmtam6H92PUuc4c6aDbIYfX2AoGKoXET6dkLiEzo1Wrxhga2WUdQOB9n6IL_tBvFLlAKQcZWjrWO3kbUBD9kaP5s7KGvATL3e76/s1600/americanband.jpg"><img style="width: 93px; height: 111px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691980716116162610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIK6AiqFziosg0ilEDeruaugd-Xh3yTI8xkPmtam6H92PUuc4c6aDbIYfX2AoGKoXET6dkLiEzo1Wrxhga2WUdQOB9n6IL_tBvFLlAKQcZWjrWO3kbUBD9kaP5s7KGvATL3e76/s320/americanband.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-17108547512213064642011-12-28T14:40:00.001-08:002011-12-29T12:09:37.132-08:00The Year in Pictures<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 94px; height: 166px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691313325876178818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggr8CGFIC8FwCdr9sig3KNehiiX41fsXJ_gU4z3gc8ZZg3y74sPUosj9I-29t5kA7S2NXq0yMI8KqIizbJ7tXX84VM0quvCjQoMdy4VGEcLpLZEjmfwGgDbbfjQ09_avzejcc9/s320/prom.jpg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 226px; height: 127px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691314145460980914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx6oIh-Ua8HA1SnqGlwMhUuioSuFu_IVAcI6D_Vfv6Y3_3fvu01a58ECt2eHG0k1YnwLAmASxTB61zKLvx7j4xsSj_8Jejw0g-ZvynSP1KXtwrceEXIso9Sr0YPm6thvPFHMn8/s320/feb1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>In March there was Acquire the Fire with my niece Shania and Shael going to school with me and being silly with the Hog snouts.</div><div> </div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWrYlMfrp7ymWfLh8S9HKd8lBpFzexEwFOO4qkTnNz3w4VX1Hku6v25GyH1Br59-O7CdEXgTj_Ox4d9M34bF-kjE5Ecekfv8yOnYQT1FAjSJMNCpJhico29x179Bg0naF5QkHg/s1600/march1.jpg"><img style="width: 226px; height: 127px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691631252362333906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWrYlMfrp7ymWfLh8S9HKd8lBpFzexEwFOO4qkTnNz3w4VX1Hku6v25GyH1Br59-O7CdEXgTj_Ox4d9M34bF-kjE5Ecekfv8yOnYQT1FAjSJMNCpJhico29x179Bg0naF5QkHg/s320/march1.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotYRyoXJuHLe6Sl6wSdxPqIX-uhMr_0gVnAnQR2BRDZVUSSSPRMOLTlNXGbdeTv4WJXPz2yfrjHFNwVhiQ0mx1EN1nUIY8QXWNnEpD8dqNymb_0MBTHot3oUa9s9dnD22UtnM/s1600/march2.jpg"><img style="width: 215px; 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height: 128px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691633892275481954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6lXi48Ewd6GIBHrxaWZymkFjlsmvllNOVTweo3ORlw1hheRMW0aN90l4diPNYeCOYcF_O2WeWZla1eBc_feV1GN3XgOJ2nx709qIq41uVMs9gSF7h0aiEI1vCU-hmhS8T7QVR/s320/moa.jpg" /></a></div><div>May had a horrible tornado and my 20 year class reunion. Here's a picture of a flag that made it through the tornado and my friend, Jamie from school days.</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuB8MhQMe3AqDrd_E5H_AvP_-SelkKU6Ms60eXrGGZ1AL7IPZBwjwF_LSTSix07Is5Xbezh_WRpsQxmZEWTHt30pSgDYrCsEyzGCSflE-yoiLx_vnH_-F4Yuv-2u_IUOOHIRnc/s1600/may1.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 178px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691634824235189122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuB8MhQMe3AqDrd_E5H_AvP_-SelkKU6Ms60eXrGGZ1AL7IPZBwjwF_LSTSix07Is5Xbezh_WRpsQxmZEWTHt30pSgDYrCsEyzGCSflE-yoiLx_vnH_-F4Yuv-2u_IUOOHIRnc/s320/may1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSyW4eXzQ8fQbm2fxYIH9LMU7I3XtMIm-n04PC8dXkAb0HqzdXdzE1430HkI4Ji67Qtyt6TQytws_R3GC5wv4yvlBlibhzWK8Wlju94Jus1WAg2T8HujftO8w15zuhDfjTVB3O/s1600/may2.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691634830224535058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSyW4eXzQ8fQbm2fxYIH9LMU7I3XtMIm-n04PC8dXkAb0HqzdXdzE1430HkI4Ji67Qtyt6TQytws_R3GC5wv4yvlBlibhzWK8Wlju94Jus1WAg2T8HujftO8w15zuhDfjTVB3O/s320/may2.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div>In June I got to go see Michael Buble with my favorite sister, Roni.</div><div> </div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx25-XyjPLg59PGvboK7XdE_3wQOuLijlSQfwHeLaDOFkpQ4S8MCW1Xeoj4J6-BmGswlbKI7MxhyphenhyphenbqkuNTKq_ck2duxK7RA7IIXOKTo0NMV-ZNgxJeVdGNDOrpkRB6lNeRUKxP/s1600/june2.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 302px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691635758909218274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx25-XyjPLg59PGvboK7XdE_3wQOuLijlSQfwHeLaDOFkpQ4S8MCW1Xeoj4J6-BmGswlbKI7MxhyphenhyphenbqkuNTKq_ck2duxK7RA7IIXOKTo0NMV-ZNgxJeVdGNDOrpkRB6lNeRUKxP/s320/june2.jpg" /></a></div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQTcMMUt9nN93DNL9B_06ipit3dmCGSaY0N7Z7cvgQBfH6h-U0SmFlVvprAaZd7L_TNEdJu2qTBpVGD7fgPOs8ovl2rH9NeO_a4BbzWBnVcpAxJKvQL8HmlCrdG8hCtO0ln-8/s1600/june1.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 182px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691635762554893730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQTcMMUt9nN93DNL9B_06ipit3dmCGSaY0N7Z7cvgQBfH6h-U0SmFlVvprAaZd7L_TNEdJu2qTBpVGD7fgPOs8ovl2rH9NeO_a4BbzWBnVcpAxJKvQL8HmlCrdG8hCtO0ln-8/s320/june1.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div>July saw my baby girl turn 17 and finally got her belly button pierced. There was also record heat and a wedding shower for my niece, Emily.</div><div> </div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpl0R1vl9uNJ3qfQZ8JkQxPU2titmxgOqJloyZJYHHK-4MYFsta9neF8F_iqSYPcK9mgfz0AGhvklMsaEuXmjE3IYv1NJkZ6Oeu3NViuUlthJIKLNkufvRueDzreyAGMlLtBK/s1600/july1.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691636464286327362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpl0R1vl9uNJ3qfQZ8JkQxPU2titmxgOqJloyZJYHHK-4MYFsta9neF8F_iqSYPcK9mgfz0AGhvklMsaEuXmjE3IYv1NJkZ6Oeu3NViuUlthJIKLNkufvRueDzreyAGMlLtBK/s320/july1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQdljbC1vqna9gp7Ip7nw4MlickK2_vEIrVF-Fq8JzQzSX5vqgSytkqePX8KqEQDnfyva4ilmT0WmY1UXkc0pIKWCYd9bNhZC9-n3C3OcpPEsggpDRBtEYKTEpF-QViJMQOS_7/s1600/july2.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691636465472821906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQdljbC1vqna9gp7Ip7nw4MlickK2_vEIrVF-Fq8JzQzSX5vqgSytkqePX8KqEQDnfyva4ilmT0WmY1UXkc0pIKWCYd9bNhZC9-n3C3OcpPEsggpDRBtEYKTEpF-QViJMQOS_7/s320/july2.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJYus1uxyKZLjCstQ5TpubfH4BCdQdQWyzbKfUBOWrcVn9iDE8YL3_IqUSOeG-IT2FmaaUeZ1xeM6oofTU9cV4qXSgKacxtPkxLXOqnZzNqKvW-IEJgZqHDUVpYeGaySlZZlK/s1600/july5.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691636468696383202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJYus1uxyKZLjCstQ5TpubfH4BCdQdQWyzbKfUBOWrcVn9iDE8YL3_IqUSOeG-IT2FmaaUeZ1xeM6oofTU9cV4qXSgKacxtPkxLXOqnZzNqKvW-IEJgZqHDUVpYeGaySlZZlK/s320/july5.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcn7hiGg2GoVftoSCHjeKRd0YciRp7YL6In5zeBA18xK1f_ZXEoFJJU1kVWpdbevj6hNA418g6LnT43zslTUxfhcMAA4DUn5sCzELXo2Yk73S8h0ya827G0fb7I-ksAmotxDV/s1600/july4.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691636472674474722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcn7hiGg2GoVftoSCHjeKRd0YciRp7YL6In5zeBA18xK1f_ZXEoFJJU1kVWpdbevj6hNA418g6LnT43zslTUxfhcMAA4DUn5sCzELXo2Yk73S8h0ya827G0fb7I-ksAmotxDV/s320/july4.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div>In August, I went on vacation and Emily got married to her Jonny.</div><div> </div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9AF7Pyfo82UQYbp-SUAqYlbb5t9TMfLTizpAlOEYalcdxETkHGXxfJmHARwkqG5Fet5QxDqZbbYaakVnKng6G-H-pk_yhDnKMYx0EKlmS-ncbMTdV7NuPPVYsIw665qo4w7g/s1600/august2.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691637210166367778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9AF7Pyfo82UQYbp-SUAqYlbb5t9TMfLTizpAlOEYalcdxETkHGXxfJmHARwkqG5Fet5QxDqZbbYaakVnKng6G-H-pk_yhDnKMYx0EKlmS-ncbMTdV7NuPPVYsIw665qo4w7g/s320/august2.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSAuApqO8fyQlC1oV9LNai-HR0V6ghIUZPOwbcEbITxqcU-Jmf9_PigjyRtme5VHHa4O8XlWlsBGGU250TnQydxWeEEUshD4H_B7Myz0iGuHeX2eZ_qCCWpLY7uePA2_19-QkP/s1600/sept1.jpg"><img style="width: 226px; height: 127px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691637212962857954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSAuApqO8fyQlC1oV9LNai-HR0V6ghIUZPOwbcEbITxqcU-Jmf9_PigjyRtme5VHHa4O8XlWlsBGGU250TnQydxWeEEUshD4H_B7Myz0iGuHeX2eZ_qCCWpLY7uePA2_19-QkP/s320/sept1.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQz4Q9W8Y8TgE7eQvambVL7NvmbSEih4wRNspl_FltqNo4IDK9S22tEBxivYadDlpNO-YEsUDlyISeUCeLQuLJOjnx2uBEAifVFWyYVpn2VeY3ZFUGCOjWzzY1xu5EH32I0hkk/s1600/august1.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 182px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691637216931531090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQz4Q9W8Y8TgE7eQvambVL7NvmbSEih4wRNspl_FltqNo4IDK9S22tEBxivYadDlpNO-YEsUDlyISeUCeLQuLJOjnx2uBEAifVFWyYVpn2VeY3ZFUGCOjWzzY1xu5EH32I0hkk/s320/august1.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Then there was September. I struggled a lot in this month. The highest brightest spot was Homecoming, when Shael was nominated for Homecoming Queen. She didn't win Queen, but she was the most beautiful (and had the most beautiful car escort) of all the candidates.</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYcww5x_GO7cESGW2g_chlKTTh4J7jIo1EuTYYEiEdvGFyeHBRdVkU2moXpbfA_sHLI0_YAVX29HJk9hmD99HOkQPDMF_W_N-ieBJ34bbQ0f-kiuDtRP_xq3-IM0NinCqpGvyc/s1600/sept2.jpg"><img style="width: 226px; height: 127px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691637971539118738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYcww5x_GO7cESGW2g_chlKTTh4J7jIo1EuTYYEiEdvGFyeHBRdVkU2moXpbfA_sHLI0_YAVX29HJk9hmD99HOkQPDMF_W_N-ieBJ34bbQ0f-kiuDtRP_xq3-IM0NinCqpGvyc/s320/sept2.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div>October wasn't much better, but I made it. There was beautiful drives through the mountains south of Fayetteville between classes that helped me calm my battered nerves. And Shael let me take some photos of her for her Senior pictures.</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZaIZ_gjmJVSXsUxZZJUiIb847besAVUeUSjJ2P-KFO1yhTmCMLEZEpsC6SLehfxhJeZeNEtVg580AUVEGt1nqGTHx8kCx8tdRxCRN-qCaC9aVyidcedcZyc5MMgJPVDSlbIHI/s1600/oct1.jpg"><img style="width: 226px; height: 127px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691638484815518178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZaIZ_gjmJVSXsUxZZJUiIb847besAVUeUSjJ2P-KFO1yhTmCMLEZEpsC6SLehfxhJeZeNEtVg580AUVEGt1nqGTHx8kCx8tdRxCRN-qCaC9aVyidcedcZyc5MMgJPVDSlbIHI/s320/oct1.jpg" /></a></div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi778QmKhXmen1XI2k9Y5Juc9kKhLqBiGpsgQZrC0GKduc3uv6UbhlTbH7wDKjlOKpHFU6GAzuWF7EBU3P8G3l4kK8mJzSFr6SR0j3i_6jppazB9sWLozxtA_o27dJQ0Vjv4QON/s1600/oct3.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691638487514236786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi778QmKhXmen1XI2k9Y5Juc9kKhLqBiGpsgQZrC0GKduc3uv6UbhlTbH7wDKjlOKpHFU6GAzuWF7EBU3P8G3l4kK8mJzSFr6SR0j3i_6jppazB9sWLozxtA_o27dJQ0Vjv4QON/s320/oct3.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RLFfCl0FlGzAyem0lBLl_y6kxdRTBRMlmBuMnvjmd_2xfRAsicTTXM-qMOACLaKT-h1lLbJCDML5S0Bzt8df8GmU3wnL-tKcdbiOJldYTDbO4TOgUKnnr-J5r4fWqGOLWOMI/s1600/oct2.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691638489504002242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RLFfCl0FlGzAyem0lBLl_y6kxdRTBRMlmBuMnvjmd_2xfRAsicTTXM-qMOACLaKT-h1lLbJCDML5S0Bzt8df8GmU3wnL-tKcdbiOJldYTDbO4TOgUKnnr-J5r4fWqGOLWOMI/s320/oct2.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div>There was some promise in November. Shael and I went to Orlando, FL and we had a really good time there. For my annual shopping trip, I went to Oklahoma City with Mom, Roni and Aunt Edie. We visited the bombing National Memorial and the Land Run Monument. On the 22nd, I attended the 6 month anniversary of the tornado at Cunningham Park in Joplin.</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-4xF3zsatGgooqvmoBFDlbVVZFBmFEGK7j7mcsLDIBDASkSRDoFct1W6Tv-hJrosqlohm43BzpTlekADIat09H5wCKn1IMWBMt5WMpJ2vxiuU3ZXSkaidlRcitUDOccl3NSA/s1600/nov2.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691641629531402066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-4xF3zsatGgooqvmoBFDlbVVZFBmFEGK7j7mcsLDIBDASkSRDoFct1W6Tv-hJrosqlohm43BzpTlekADIat09H5wCKn1IMWBMt5WMpJ2vxiuU3ZXSkaidlRcitUDOccl3NSA/s320/nov2.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGzZFdlBdsnyHBRPxfGv6iyod-lv1dk8m5U0QV9SgXHCD-dO8bPfmgqUtDwjezSreVL3d6LSBLhYKoubMs9iik0oB58QUAIJ2guPL63m674NeUJlkMsw9PNQUKK7O5jEt9HJG/s1600/nov1.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691641633410550018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGzZFdlBdsnyHBRPxfGv6iyod-lv1dk8m5U0QV9SgXHCD-dO8bPfmgqUtDwjezSreVL3d6LSBLhYKoubMs9iik0oB58QUAIJ2guPL63m674NeUJlkMsw9PNQUKK7O5jEt9HJG/s320/nov1.jpg" /></a></div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirMZ3dGVtLkE2NlgwOgnPw9P8hSK-Wkoez3fCyY5SqnPu2H1BH6HISTLYvg6QttqcKBT6eMlzpjD7TW6S_NPzEOEGwZAQsAOmSMK_k-NLZ-rbWnIc3DnIxGhokC5WXpQ_KjKT7/s1600/nov4.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691641634786002194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirMZ3dGVtLkE2NlgwOgnPw9P8hSK-Wkoez3fCyY5SqnPu2H1BH6HISTLYvg6QttqcKBT6eMlzpjD7TW6S_NPzEOEGwZAQsAOmSMK_k-NLZ-rbWnIc3DnIxGhokC5WXpQ_KjKT7/s320/nov4.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHHgc6S7jZXrujfzphLzhh9K83wg3X6QEqvTJDdZPnLH97_ECxIZwMNPUHnj781qjUIBlKSr7QoUCRBIGPFSwS606UbdYJeGkDjWp9UJTx_JRqaIZVRJB9TSRT8knPgfk0SdR_/s1600/nov3.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691641635665375570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHHgc6S7jZXrujfzphLzhh9K83wg3X6QEqvTJDdZPnLH97_ECxIZwMNPUHnj781qjUIBlKSr7QoUCRBIGPFSwS606UbdYJeGkDjWp9UJTx_JRqaIZVRJB9TSRT8knPgfk0SdR_/s320/nov3.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ObD6-m8MBNyb-cVXCmHDqonnaUn_WfVOZZj2WwtD5w9tmivk_JRHlgAYiy-zpo30Kme57B8srcAtV0npPi11opHwfW5e0JIrD0Ir2Q1PRsPdES-INuHp7HbVKbToEVawNKLh/s1600/nov5.jpg"><img style="width: 180px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691641638780436418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ObD6-m8MBNyb-cVXCmHDqonnaUn_WfVOZZj2WwtD5w9tmivk_JRHlgAYiy-zpo30Kme57B8srcAtV0npPi11opHwfW5e0JIrD0Ir2Q1PRsPdES-INuHp7HbVKbToEVawNKLh/s320/nov5.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZzkPvUqw1HY3LvP0IPzonDEWszXi_xpjvPpvHDJVLGP2SeqLH8qwsNF-i8qBR0iBUBGunRe2HZ2h5zKoTgmDWEGa5se2ChnQDooGjMJKVt6qbeGxImJj4LYjOSWAAVTuXXTP/s1600/nov6.jpg"><img style="width: 226px; height: 126px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691641779611515362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZzkPvUqw1HY3LvP0IPzonDEWszXi_xpjvPpvHDJVLGP2SeqLH8qwsNF-i8qBR0iBUBGunRe2HZ2h5zKoTgmDWEGa5se2ChnQDooGjMJKVt6qbeGxImJj4LYjOSWAAVTuXXTP/s320/nov6.jpg" /></a></div><div>Which brings us up to now, December. I've already mentioned the highlights from this month and posted some pics. So, here's a few of my favorite people on Christmas.</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzh_TRkwVZrfMhfhe-giQDXKmCaItouzu2kF-bsHhyHbljweXeR5wbuYCEfFgZMvlNaii7pIHCj_W4OpB1Z136H_SksFSV3uog_qP3oQ4H8mv5Ne8GS_wxV4_bRxfZiEd4b66e/s1600/dec1.jpg"><img style="width: 226px; height: 127px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691644444645992114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzh_TRkwVZrfMhfhe-giQDXKmCaItouzu2kF-bsHhyHbljweXeR5wbuYCEfFgZMvlNaii7pIHCj_W4OpB1Z136H_SksFSV3uog_qP3oQ4H8mv5Ne8GS_wxV4_bRxfZiEd4b66e/s320/dec1.jpg" /></a></div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWDzw2aPlNYoPnuNC9iOhanq3SAGaweSeNsTf8kb3jbRNtdbKmQyUs5lqvboXFYkQSSGQPqJlRfLExNch7KKhhTEXs-xPaWSTXfK_TG4q0mBunzbvKvraMZnPnIg2WTeDNlY4g/s1600/dec2.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 180px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691644443027476882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWDzw2aPlNYoPnuNC9iOhanq3SAGaweSeNsTf8kb3jbRNtdbKmQyUs5lqvboXFYkQSSGQPqJlRfLExNch7KKhhTEXs-xPaWSTXfK_TG4q0mBunzbvKvraMZnPnIg2WTeDNlY4g/s320/dec2.jpg" /></a></div><div>With Sydney, Luke and Sarah looking like demons with silver eyes. Sage, too, maybe.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-10609597846523933202011-12-28T11:08:00.000-08:002011-12-28T14:08:14.420-08:002011Let's see if I can put this year in perspective on December 28.<br /><br />January....started the semester out by waking up with the flu on the second day of class. Ended the month with a huge snow storm.<br /><br />February...more snow. And more snow. And even MORE snow! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shael</span> spent most of the her time at her dad's house and I was going stir crazy all by myself.<br /><br />March...spring break! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Yay</span>!!! When I returned to school and listened to all the young classmates talk of their amazing adventures in Cancun and Florida (etc) I was embarrassed to admit all I did for spring break was work a full 40 hours. But, I was excited about the pay check.<br /><br />April...I went to two trainings this month. One in Minneapolis and the following week, one in Scottsdale, AZ. There was still snow on the ground in Minneapolis and I went swimming in the outdoor pool in Scottsdale. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shael</span> got to go with me to Minneapolis and we visited the Mall of America. It was so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">stinkin</span> cool! We had a great time. But sadness struck, and my in laws kept my father in law on life support until I returned from Arizona so I could be there to say my goodbyes. That was the worst experience ever. Mike was there with his old lady and I had nobody to comfort me. The funeral proved to be even worse and I ended up on the back row while his girlfriend got to sit on the front with the family. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shael's</span> feeling were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">devastated</span> over that and she sat on the back with me. I ended up having to go outside and cry the most bitter tears I have ever cried in my life.<br /><br />May...This month brought the worst tornado to ever hit Joplin. I lost my cousin Donald Wayne, and even now, 7 months later, it doesn't seem real to me. I don't want to talk anymore about that. May also brought the funeral for the mother of one of my childhood friends. I don't like this burying the parents of my friends. Makes life seem too mortal.<br /><br />June...We were finally able to bury my cousin, Don, after what seemed like a long time. My sister and I went to go see Michael <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Buble</span> in Springfield on what would have been my 18<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> wedding anniversary. I got a little drunk at dinner before the concert and it made the whole evening not quite so depressing!<br /><br />July...My cousin who died in the tornado, his dad died in July. Was a sad, sad deal for my remaining cousin. My heart still aches for him. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shael</span> turned 17! Wow, I can just barely believe that. I think she was about 11 or 12 when this blog first started. Mike's old lady broke it off with him after over 2 years together.<br /><br />August...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Greencorn</span>! And the start of my final semester at the University of Arkansas after what seemed like for<em>ever</em>! Mike came to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Greencorn</span>, which was something way out of the ordinary, and I turned 38 years old. I went on vacation with my parents, Aunt Edie, and my cousins Travis, Lori and Brandon. We went to North Myrle Beach, SC and had a fantastic time. I got to scratch off two things from my Bucket List. 1. Eating seafood in Charleston SC and 2. Walking a portion of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Appalachian</span> Trail. Being the two youngest, Brandon and I went out on our own one night and I learned a very important lesson: never accept shots from strangers. I was throwing up like crazy starting around 5:00 a.m.<br /><br />September...Mike was starting to give me lots of attention and I was eating it up like candy. I knew it was coming but it didn't make it any less painful when he said "I tried. I don't love you. I've found somebody else." This started a downward spiral that bottomed out around the end of October and took until around Thanksgiving to finally recover from. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shael</span> and I got into a monster of a fight and she moved out of my house and moved in with her dad full time.<br /><br />October...Still plugging away at school. I wasn't home much this month because of school. And the fact that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shael</span> wasn't there meant I wasn't in any hurry to come home. I also got to enjoy a fall break where I worked and got more hours on my pay check, that was nice. I stopped smoking at the end of the month.<br /><br />November...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shael</span> finally spoke with me enough to go to Orlando, FL with me, like we'd had planned for 6 months. We drove and it took such a long time to get there. While there, we visited Universal Studios for two days. Then it was time for me to get to the business I was there for and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shael</span> hung out in the hotel for those days. I was there for the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">NAEYC</span> national conference. That's National Association of Educators of Young Children to all you non Child Development or non <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">CCDF</span> people out there. It was a great honor to get to attend such a conference. Soon as we got home, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shael</span> went straight back to her dad's and I didn't see or hear from her until about Thanksgiving. By then, I was feeling better and more myself. I enjoyed my Thanksgiving Break <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">immensely</span>. I stopped drinking pop at the end of the month.<br /><br />December...While <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shael</span> is still with her dad, she talks to me a little more often now. Things may never return to the way they were before, but I can't fix the past, just live with it and try to move on. Graduated, wrecked my car, got a rental and am now enjoying the life of a full time employee for the Seneca-Cayuga Tribe once again. I haven't heard anything from the insurance about my car yet, but I am anxiously awaiting word. Mike and I are back on speaking terms and I got everything I wanted for Christmas, save the one thing I wanted more than anything in this world, my husband back. But, I am ever hopeful. I am ever persistent. And I am more relentless now than I ever was. Years ago, Mike said to me "If I ever had to describe you in one word, it would be relentless. You never give up on something or an idea once you decide on it." He had no idea how prophetic that was. Now it's him I'm relentless about.<br /><br />Relentless: Not lessening in severity, intensity, strength or pace. My love for Mike is relentless. My desire to be with him is relentless. My belief that some day we will be together again is relentless.<br /><br />Happy New Year Everybody!!!Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-71068774377339571782011-12-28T10:48:00.001-08:002011-12-28T10:50:16.312-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXDB3R-N6OzRyLMJyLKpSJxlR2PD43nZERXbBa3Xrgv5pEj70gVqEi6vqjsB2npPu7JDPbYg3eR8MFKNquuojxZ2s2_dqiXAzSvqhxb0iPwCH-a53cqDw4YzXT3nW6_mm_hSH/s1600/handshake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 228px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691253446323309602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXDB3R-N6OzRyLMJyLKpSJxlR2PD43nZERXbBa3Xrgv5pEj70gVqEi6vqjsB2npPu7JDPbYg3eR8MFKNquuojxZ2s2_dqiXAzSvqhxb0iPwCH-a53cqDw4YzXT3nW6_mm_hSH/s320/handshake.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDz-pFsDFl29zeCXqTN1BaC1nTZ-dVR25UzpYTY5vk832TytQgC2qWCscK28erx42AoIdCOqeJ2zCggYDeLXuv2NHQx4yRaTkQlBkwpHx_cHH_26rqmEUjZhIWAJVx6wh0yKHX/s1600/diploma.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 219px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691253446186212994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDz-pFsDFl29zeCXqTN1BaC1nTZ-dVR25UzpYTY5vk832TytQgC2qWCscK28erx42AoIdCOqeJ2zCggYDeLXuv2NHQx4yRaTkQlBkwpHx_cHH_26rqmEUjZhIWAJVx6wh0yKHX/s320/diploma.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I got my graduation pics in the mail Saturday.</div></div>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-58482423485632838312011-12-22T12:38:00.000-08:002011-12-22T13:33:08.837-08:00December 2011<div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgepPTjweyd9uokNNsiE2qOjswUOslJCUriVaeD3FCOOqc3aUp-45yNdrsPLnn7smWCAXjNm50dfktzvgMAYx5VB59GP28df2jlEOh1B6c_8iSIvbiCs40ofx47kB9WR6W3gbtJ/s1600/yayme.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689056018186878322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgepPTjweyd9uokNNsiE2qOjswUOslJCUriVaeD3FCOOqc3aUp-45yNdrsPLnn7smWCAXjNm50dfktzvgMAYx5VB59GP28df2jlEOh1B6c_8iSIvbiCs40ofx47kB9WR6W3gbtJ/s320/yayme.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVluDkQXcXIVOo6I1DR2BqLbrmzD0Qrb-sOaevlgj5HyAoOhYrisgMPtGf2dPkxvRDSnNSvE4zVw2wZ9RlFDfyKshKCJaff1K_-TpKkFpArgFgHKy25EPj-pCgUKsbpi-GyNn/s1600/christmasgrad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 180px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689055748453457058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVluDkQXcXIVOo6I1DR2BqLbrmzD0Qrb-sOaevlgj5HyAoOhYrisgMPtGf2dPkxvRDSnNSvE4zVw2wZ9RlFDfyKshKCJaff1K_-TpKkFpArgFgHKy25EPj-pCgUKsbpi-GyNn/s320/christmasgrad.jpg" /></a><br />What a great finale for my year. I graduated the University of Arkansas with a BS in Human Environmental Science on December 17. This semester was one of the hardest of my life, but I proved that it can be done, because I just did it. I took 22 hours of class time and worked as many hours as I could squeeze in. One of my classes, my practicum, which is now called Curriculum & Assessment, consumed 7 hours a week of my precious time, even though I only got 4 hours of credit for it. Those are the breaks. I'm just glad it is OVER!</div><div> </div><div>But to top it all off, on my way to my own graduation ceremony, I was in a car accident and my car was undriveable. A guy came across the median and got in my path. I saw him about a blink of an eye before I hit him. Those are the breaks, as well, I suppose. But, I still made it to commencement. Bruised and scraped, but I made it.</div><div> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 180px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689068809317751986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4b-rxnx0EJaxx-q8QeoZtbfofONF1NDoRu5ieWfDELS0gmirKbdwIFcI86GDb41HYIQobRgvgOCgfOaEA9mwU5kGjx6OLdwuWfj7BkoSPr2mca8hhKAgNgJr2u9eYkvNW1X-/s320/car2.jpg" /></div><div> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 180px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689068807145213874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyYM43fO9skiflQB6OHFsHG2SHdHQ0pPleNnrkb4sUlgtltExf0ajzy2ppu_MkU-tpjQu7tOnAaA6-QeQzaln2d7d5AtzS-tU3oVr0U2YfwKXnm3Ok-IvF1rbgoyOWgfXW-3D/s320/car.jpg" /></div></div></div>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-8096687217275933942011-08-16T11:39:00.000-07:002011-08-16T12:11:03.585-07:00Time Keeps on Slipping Into the FutureI'm sometimes shocked at how fast time can fly by, while simultaneously dragging its heels and taking forever to get from week to week.
<br />These last few weeks have produced some good things. I finally finished my summer courses, got A's in both classes. I had to drop a class and sign up for it again this fall. I'm just not that in to Nutrition, I guess, because I've tried to take it several times in the past. No more procrastination, though, because this fall is IT! After this fall, I'm not taking any more classes for a while, if ever.
<br />One of my professors this summer said to me that she hoped that I would keep volunteering in my future. Yep, I've got all the time in the world for that right now! I did wonder when it quit being considered volunteering when you were being made to do it.
<br />This fall is looking to be quite the feat. I'm getting a little nervous about it, hopefully it will be easier than it looks. Because it looks daunting! 22 hours. I'm ready to get this started, though. The sooner it's started the sooner it will be over.
<br />I happened across and old friend from grade school and jr high a couple weeks ago. Facebook. I've been in touch with him, he only lives between Diamond and Neosho. We met at Buck's in Neosho, where my good friend, Earnie, works, and then we met again last Saturday when he took me on a picnic for my birthday. It went well, but I did make sure and let him know that we weren't a couple, that it wasn't a date, and that I was in love with one and only one man, my husband.
<br />Shael starts school tomorrow. Her first day of her final year of Wyandotte public school. I just can't believe my baby girl is a senior in high school! That happened fast. I don't feel old enough. She's got a couple heavy hitters this year, too. Algebra III was not easy when I took it. Maybe she has enough of her dad in her to do really well in an advanced math class.
<br />I turned 38 years old yesterday and I have to say, that I feel like this year is going to be bringing me lots of good things. I am ready for some good things. I've had enough bad things to last me a life time. Not real sure why I feel this way, but it's in my gut. Along with about 20 pounds of fat.
<br />Tonight, my parents are having everyone over for my birthday. I invited Mike and he said he might come. Which is a huge shock. For nearly 3 years he has stayed away from everything that has to do with me like I had the plague or something. Whether he shows up or not, that's a mystery that I'll find the answer to tonight. But, I hope he does, I love seeing him. He even came to Greencorn twice last week. Another shocker, but a very, very pleasant shock.
<br />Here's to 38. I get to be 38 an extra day because 2012 is leap year. Yay!Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-82075524765263164142011-07-14T14:49:00.001-07:002011-07-14T14:50:29.444-07:00I love Green<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSi7-6h8ap9UFPM3LiVo_GqVn-le39CCkZkO_1hEE-voJHojus1YBJaw1YWXsCVvTGcvrMwPPZuxQVAZucO2oDSlTU8l5ECQT6P_y839bpa3Ayuz_O6A4xxf3ZQoKQ3JZA_SlT/s1600/polkadots.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSi7-6h8ap9UFPM3LiVo_GqVn-le39CCkZkO_1hEE-voJHojus1YBJaw1YWXsCVvTGcvrMwPPZuxQVAZucO2oDSlTU8l5ECQT6P_y839bpa3Ayuz_O6A4xxf3ZQoKQ3JZA_SlT/s320/polkadots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629328689179757954" /></a><br />Somebody told me to put clear polish on these chigger bites that are covering my legs and making me absolutely miserable. But all I had was green.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-57353677803814652212011-07-14T14:46:00.000-07:002011-07-14T14:48:52.893-07:00UghI've got a book review due tomorrow and I haven't even finished the book yet! It's not too horrible bad, but it's written like a text book, so it's pretty dry reading. I'm not one of the freaks, I mean people, who enjoy reading text books. It's called "The Way I See It A Personal Look at Autism & Asperger's" by Temple Grandin.<br />The way I see it, I'm bored already.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-12947321130659969142011-07-12T11:14:00.001-07:002011-07-12T12:29:07.235-07:00Woot Woot!Ok, please don't fall over on me here, I know it's been a while since I posted. Things get in the way, life keeps on going, and actually, facebook happens.<br /><br />In the 10 months since I've blogged, there's been a whole lot of changes in my life. Another reason I quit blogging was because it was just too dang depressing. I noticed that I was always sad, and it came through in my posts. I don't want to bring anybody down, so I kinda just gave up. But, I'm feeling like I'm on the up swing, finally, and maybe I will pick this blog back up where I left off.<br /><br />Mike and I are still apart, he still has his same old girlfriend (pun absolutely intended) and I still miss him like crazy. I am relentless, though. And I have absolutely no doubt that God will keep his promise to me that my marriage will be restored. Romans 4:21 says "Fully convinced that God was able to do what he had promised". He was talking about Abraham and the promise that God had made him and how many years it took for the promise to be fulfilled. I sincerely hope it doesn't take that many years for me to get my promise, but I am still holding on to that promise no matter how bleak it looks.<br /><br />Mike bought Shael a Camaro and to be honest, the thing is a POS. Constantly breaking down, but I really don't worry about it, that is Mike's concern, I don't worry myself about it in the least.<br /><br />Shael is getting ready to start her senior year at Wyandotte this year. My only baby is growing up so fast. She turned 17 years old last week. Wait...WHAT? How did THAT happen? Yes, 17. She's been through so many boys that I tease her every time she gets a new boyfriend by saying "Are you going to introduce me to your next ex boyfriend?"<br /><br />She is now working at Long John Silvers in Miami. She doesn't work a whole lot of hours, and sometimes I wonder if it is even worth it because it takes more in gas than she gets paid, but, the experience is what she needs as much as the money. Well, maybe not quite, but almost. She had to deal with a stupid incident of sexual harassment at her work and I was so not pleased with the outcome. I think the guy needed fired, and I still think he needs to go because he isn't complying with the agreement. We'll see how that goes.<br /><br />The last time I blogged, there was a major upheaval going on at my work. My boss got caught embezzling money from our FEDERAL PROGRAM! Only about $1700 was proved, but I really think she took more over the years that she was here. I think she started stealing the same time she started working here as the CCDF director. I won't mention any names, but her maiden name is synonymous with trouble in Ottawa county.<br /><br />But since then, I have a new director. The job was offered to me, and I was very very tempted to take it. But, I'm so close to being done with school, I passed it up. It would have required me to quit school, and that ain't about to happen. My new director came from in house. She worked for ICW (Indian Child Welfare) for many years and was ready for a change of pace. I feel bad, because she went from a tight knit circle of ICW people, to the Bitches of CCDF. The CCDF ladies do not stick together, they are catty and if you get blackballed, you can forget about being invited into their clique. I'm black balled, thanks to my former director, and so now my new director is guilty by association. But, we get along, and things are so smooth at work now, I don't mind coming in anymore. I really don't know how I made it for a year in this place with my former director. She made sure I knew she didn't like me. That's ok, because the feeling was mutual, and now look who's still working here and who resigned before she could get fired.<br /><br />I went 2-1/2 months without a director and was doing both jobs to the best of my ability. In the toughest semester to date. I had no money to eat on, so I was not eating. I had no money to pay my bills, so I wasn't paying them. I was only taking 12 hours, but one class had a 2 hour a week lab and another had 1-1/2 hours a week of field work. So, it was like taking 16-1/2 hours of class, but getting only 12 hours of credit for it. 16-1/2 hours a week of school, 20 hours a week of driving, 24 hours a week of working, church twice on Sunday and once on Wednesday. No money, no food, no sleep, no time. Let's just say I was counting down the days to the end of that semester.<br /><br />Spring semester came along, I broke down and got a student loan. It made all the difference in the world! I had money to pay my bills, I had money to eat on. My parents are helping me out with gas money. I try to pay them back as much as possible, but it's not as much as I would like. I had to drop a class because it just proved to be too hard. Which really threw a monkey wrench into my plans, because that meant an extra 3 hour class I had to make up. But, a W is better than an F, so I tried not to let it get me down. The class was Environmental Sociology. It was a 4000 level course and I didn't understand ANY of it! I didn't understand the terms, the projects, anything. It was humbling, that's for sure.<br /><br />Summer brought on 3 classes, which is more than full time for summer semester. One class I had to drive down for 5 days a week for 6 weeks. The other two are online classes. One is actually from NEO and it is proving to be the most difficult because I can't seem to get their on line crap to work. So, far, I'm halfway through the time allotted and haven't done a single assignment. I can't even get my email to open. I think I will end up going to NEO to their computer center and sit down and have someone help me get started and just do it all at once, if I can.<br /><br />Since I got the new director, I've been able to go to any of the trainings that I want to go to. Last December I went to Dallas, in April I went to Minneapolis one week and the following week to Scottsdale. I'm still kicking around the idea of Vegas next month, but I'm not sure yet. I do get to go to Orlando in November, though. <br /><br />I took Shael with me to Minneapolis back in April. We got to go to Mall of America and we had a very good time. She wants to go back. Ha! The following week when I went to Scottsdale, I went alone and it was AMAZING! The workshops were great, the weather was beautiful, and I was alone! What a wonderful week. I tried new foods, some of which made me want to throw up, but some were fantastic.<br /><br />This year for vacation, I'm going to Myrtle Beach with my parents. Shael and I are tagging along and I am going to be driving my own car, which means I can stop and see anything I want. They are going to be driving their own car, with my Aunt Edie, her son Travis, his wife Lori, and their son Brandon. One of the things on my bucket list is to walk a portion of the Appalachian Trail. I am by no means an avid hiker, so I won't be doing the big long hikes, but I am able to hike a few miles. I can hardly wait, it's going to be so exciting! Not to mention the beach time!<br /><br />This fall semester is my very last semester as I will be graduating in December. I'm enrolled in 19 hours. And some of them are major classes. It's going to be tough, but I can do it. I can do anything! It's definitely going to be a 16 week long marathon. I at least have a trip to Orlando in there to look forward to. And a boss who does a great job. Nothing lasts forever. I got this.<br /><br />These are my classes:<br />Public Policy Advocacy (Human Environmental Science)<br />Communication Research (Communications)<br />Music Lecture (Music Literature)<br />Curriculum & Assessment 3-K (Human Environmental Science, formerly Practicum)<br />Curriculum & Assessment Lab<br />Administration & Leadership(Human Environmental Science)<br />Children & Family Services (Social Work)<br /><br />It does not look to be an easy semester, but it does look to be an interesting one. I am enjoying not having the drive down every day, but I am eager to start so I can get this over with.<br /><br />Who's with me for a little celebration party in December?Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-80387182941873031042010-09-24T03:07:00.001-07:002010-09-24T03:07:30.856-07:00I'm not sure if I've ever done this since I set it up. Posted to my blog from my phone. Short posts...160 characters or less. What good does that do?Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-84173094499307506952010-07-28T12:14:00.000-07:002010-07-28T13:44:21.511-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8wXhgs3ehye0cKvAscmzaquaZuY8bK5tJSvek2aJWK10gQ6FK4WPMuRUiwbAD9KdkCdOJh3v6sZtNsCzNckGFksqNDYTlkP2iQ4AOLCJXW5IQsZ-qM3ozc8_vwjO2D7W10H5/s1600/DSCN1134.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8wXhgs3ehye0cKvAscmzaquaZuY8bK5tJSvek2aJWK10gQ6FK4WPMuRUiwbAD9KdkCdOJh3v6sZtNsCzNckGFksqNDYTlkP2iQ4AOLCJXW5IQsZ-qM3ozc8_vwjO2D7W10H5/s320/DSCN1134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499054267838683506" /></a><br />My favorite picture that I took the whole time I was in Maine. This was taken from the inside of a light house.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTt5r-6Cjxnvwe_Htj6jo_mp5J5W7cifBYYA7CytZ_AO2hX5eCZIDopk1WoPX4Kr_D0MKOH1rCdgn6OKfbG3m-epvQWGfVNENBjuv2otjQ_CcBbueJ-dfuchsCW21sL8lWGzJq/s1600/DSCN1141.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTt5r-6Cjxnvwe_Htj6jo_mp5J5W7cifBYYA7CytZ_AO2hX5eCZIDopk1WoPX4Kr_D0MKOH1rCdgn6OKfbG3m-epvQWGfVNENBjuv2otjQ_CcBbueJ-dfuchsCW21sL8lWGzJq/s320/DSCN1141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499059642063577602" /></a><br />Here it is from the outside.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsFHbzOQv7GIOsyZNRfFh8JKrgwiEC9pMrDdee7axZAvaF9_JkNapgUKnsczALumnWjrQYXCw5cEcxkJuxAfDWHwWPxJoqhsLxaVZXieoHJpWuAybIJ2m9hcSNHQVItrPVz6x/s1600/DSCN1147.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsFHbzOQv7GIOsyZNRfFh8JKrgwiEC9pMrDdee7axZAvaF9_JkNapgUKnsczALumnWjrQYXCw5cEcxkJuxAfDWHwWPxJoqhsLxaVZXieoHJpWuAybIJ2m9hcSNHQVItrPVz6x/s320/DSCN1147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499058918019503506" /></a><br />Here it is from the sea side of it.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-32303093972908316592010-03-25T11:53:00.000-07:002010-03-25T13:45:46.172-07:00Spring Break<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhat9zEpRzVG7GVbTHC02HVtuPj06E67ofVeyaTASPpkP2LINa7VjOkHb2DdpIFw0gAgioqt8NvOztG1T5k9sAi3uNeh20BSfR6JxEpxHSWCSyzxA8FG2uHwtgfRFrQv_-szd8y/s1600/atwork.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452674994034867010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhat9zEpRzVG7GVbTHC02HVtuPj06E67ofVeyaTASPpkP2LINa7VjOkHb2DdpIFw0gAgioqt8NvOztG1T5k9sAi3uNeh20BSfR6JxEpxHSWCSyzxA8FG2uHwtgfRFrQv_-szd8y/s320/atwork.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Yay, for Spring Break! Even if the only thing I do is work. The most exciting thing I've done is gone and gotten my hair done. But, my hair is frickin awesome, so that is pretty exciting to me. I was so sick of my brown hair. It was dull and looked horrible. But not now. Roni cut it and colored it and I LOVE IT!<br /><br /><br /><br />School is going ok. I finished one class, the Saturday class. I was very glad to get that one out of the way because it was kind of time consuming. Each week there were assignments due. My other classes are either lecture or we do the work in class. I've got two tests coming up on the same day. I think I'll do okay with them. The first time I had tests in there, I had no books and I did fine. An 82 on one and an 86 on the other. Imagine what I'll do with books!<br /><br />Mike and I have been divorced for a year now. Unbelievable.<br /><br />I am starting to become in desperate need of a car. Mine has been a good one, and I am by no means complaining about it. But, it is starting to get a little worn. But, I'm in no financial place to buy one. If I can get payments low enough, maybe. MAYBE. I don't know. But, I gotta do something. Mine won't stay in alignment and I keep having to get it aligned and buy new tires. It's making this high sound when it goes fast, there's lots of wind noise on the drivers side from where the door didn't get put on straight when I hit a deer several years ago. It needs new floor mats. It needs cleaned up most of all. I think that might be an all day affair. Maybe I can get Shael to help me. Ha!<br /><br />Shael is driving now, driving me all over the place, not up the wall too often, which is a good thing. She does well with her driving. Sometimes I have a few scared moments and I have to say "SHAEL!" just to get her attention. But, only when she's headed for a semi or a bridge, or something like that. She's gotten lots of her hours in already. She has to have 50 hours of drive time, 10 of which have to be in the dark before she's qualified to get her licence. She's driven me to Branson and back. She's driven me to school three different times. She likes that.<br /><br />Shael also went out on her first date last weekend. I was a bit nervous and her dad was a LOT nervous. He almost didn't let her go and I told him "You're going to have to let her go sometime. She's old enough to go" It was suppose to be a double date and at the last minute the other couple couldn't go. Mike came to my house where she was getting picked up, so he could meet the boy. Right before the boy got there, I said "Oh, yeah, the other couple can't go, so it's just going to be Shael and her boyfriend". I wish you could've seen the look on his face. He started grinding his teeth and his eyes got dark and he was brooding. "I don't like that at all. Not one bit." is what he said. I was like crap! is he going to let her go now? But, he got over it and let her go. The boy got there, was all nervous and shook both our hands with his soft pudgy ones that felt so baby like. I think Shael's hands are rougher than his. But, anyway, introductions were made and an awkward silence followed. Finally Mike broke the silence and said very politely, "Be careful with her, ok? This is her first time out". He said "yes sir" and they were on their way.<br />Mike and I stood there watching them drive away. I felt so sad. Not because Shael was leaving on her first date, but because Mike was at my house and getting ready to leave to his own house, formerly <strong><em>our</em></strong> house. He was soon to be leaving to go to his girlfriend and I was soon to be alone in my apartment. I kept trying everything I could to keep him there for as long as I could without it seeming like I was trying to keep him there. But, he, of course, went on his way and left me standing there watching him drive away. Something I <strong><em>never</em></strong> do because it hurts way too much. In fact, I only stood there and watched that for a few seconds then started inside. But, I looked back. Good thing I didn't turn into a pillar of salt. Seeing his back as he drove off on his bike was like a major slap in the face. I ran inside, grabbed my purse and my keys and got in my car. I couldn't stay there. I went to the grocery store in Seneca and once I got there, I had no idea why I was there. I just kind of stood in the aisle trying not to cry. I made it out of there, got in my car and the tears started. They didn't stop for about 3 hours. I can't stand that. Sunday really was no better. Because of the snow, we didn't go to church so we just sat at home watching movies all weekend. I did lots of crying on Sunday and Shael was kind enough to act like she didn't' notice. When I took her home Sunday night, it was the worst. I cried just knowing that I was going to be seeing my house that's not my house anymore. See where I use to park all over grown now because no one parks there. Which is a good thing. I would be pissed if she parked there. But, what I did see broke my heart. A clean patch on the ground with no snow on it. Showing that her van had been there overnight. A shot to the heart.<br /><br />But, I have to say, after last night's service at church, I have relentless faith. I am relentless and specific in what I want and I'm not going to give up until I have it.</div>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-53794704595339487172010-03-01T07:06:00.001-08:002010-03-01T07:06:57.548-08:00<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCrpnnI7mfY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCrpnnI7mfY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-77754583839335688112010-02-22T13:20:00.000-08:002010-02-22T13:21:30.705-08:00I'm Still Holding On, LordThe broken clock is a comfort<br />It helps me sleep tonight<br />Maybe it can start tomorrow<br />From stealing all my time<br /><br />And I am here still waiting<br />Though I still have my doubts<br />I am damaged at best<br />Like you've already figured out<br /><br />I'm falling apart<br />I'm barley breathing<br />With a broken heart<br />That's still beating<br /><br />In the pain<br />There is healing<br />In your name<br />I find meaning<br /><br />So I'm holding on<br />I'm holding on<br />I'm holding on<br />I'm barely holding on to you<br /><br />The broken locks were a warning<br />You got inside my head<br />I tried my best to be guarded<br />I'm an open book instead<br /><br />And I still see your reflection<br />Inside of my eyes<br />That are looking for purpose<br />They're still looking for life<br /><br />I'm falling apart<br />I'm barely breathing<br />With a broken heart<br />That's still beating<br /><br />In the pain<br />(In the pain)<br />Is there healing?<br />In your name<br />(In your name)<br />I find meaning<br /><br />So I'm holding on<br />(I'm still holding)<br />I'm holding on<br />(I'm still holding)<br />I'm holding on<br />(I'm still holding)<br />I'm barely holding on to you<br /><br />I'm hanging on another day<br />Just to see what you will throw my way<br />And I'm hanging on to the words you say<br />You said that I will be okay<br /><br />Broken lights on the freeway<br />Left me here alone<br />I may have lost my way now<br />I haven't forgotten my way home<br /><br />I'm falling apart<br />I'm barely breathing<br />With a broken heart<br />That's still beating<br /><br />In the pain<br />(In the pain)<br />There is healing<br />In your name<br />(In your name)<br />I find meaning<br /><br />So I'm holding on<br />(I'm still holding)<br />I'm holding on<br />(I'm still holding)<br />I'm holding on<br />(I'm still holding)<br />I'm barely holding on to you<br /><br />I'm holding on<br />(I'm still holding)<br />I'm holding on<br />(I'm still holding)<br />I'm holding on<br />(I'm still holding)<br />I'm barely holding on to youStaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-36139371366963021802010-02-22T07:24:00.000-08:002010-02-22T07:35:11.079-08:00Our Trip To The University<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPozacHOxurFpCnhodDZDYsB0B41RaJiazIy0KFDRSDnL2p3Qqgqjp0aLDaX0e1OKVdeOnbG8hYurtSxD1N9WgcL-CqfAG4TmyKrs-FhDvgJLeC09Jt6mp7aZe7TlmTH6_1NN5/s1600-h/wall.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441090089341643106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzu5JeYfS-jpq00zHXoZ05eK02OdbRYbqrEw6pFVDb7Zi9AKjfh9IeLL11i207EHVcESa4bt2qTX33VoXtWjxMJeeA06rE6KLX2QqnsQzgc2KbaCEmzswad7nSUxgefULiRCA/s320/door.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YggzjBmje2eY2uT7EwDgktgBZupLGmnCFptC3s6D4YrgHJdLHpFDGhl4cOp9C3ImaHVfUvF-T7hZvO2FZCOC_9UcFy4JRW-sA5hd9I1wxpi_4TEZx9Vl6598FG0ivK6Yijpm/s1600-h/asleep.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441090080897070482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YggzjBmje2eY2uT7EwDgktgBZupLGmnCFptC3s6D4YrgHJdLHpFDGhl4cOp9C3ImaHVfUvF-T7hZvO2FZCOC_9UcFy4JRW-sA5hd9I1wxpi_4TEZx9Vl6598FG0ivK6Yijpm/s320/asleep.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Saturday, I went to class and Shael and Shania went with me. After class time was over, I gave the girls a little bit of a tour of the grounds. I didn't by any means show them everything, cause the place is just too big. They did, however, get a good glimpse of it. Even though they were full of whining "My legs hurt! I'm tired? Are we almost back to the car?" I think they enjoyed every minute of it. I know I enjoyed having them with me. I took lots of pictures and here they are.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-48135625603618033102010-02-10T09:05:00.000-08:002010-02-10T09:06:25.206-08:00Dang Those Evil Clowns!I dance around this empty house<br />Tear us down, throw you out<br />Screaming down the halls<br />Spinning all around and now we fall<br /><br />Pictures framing up the past<br />Your taunting smirk behind the glass<br />This museum full of ash<br />Once a tickle, now a rash<br /><br />This used to be a Funhouse<br />But now it's full of evil clowns<br />It's time to start the countdown<br />I'm gonna burn it down, down, down<br />I'm gonna burn it down<br /><br />9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, fun<br /><br />Echoes knocking on locked doors<br />All the laughter from before<br />I'd rather live out on the street<br />Than in this haunted memory<br /><br />I've called the movers, called the maids<br />We'll try to exorcise this place<br />Drag my mattress to the yard<br />Crumble, tumble house of cards<br /><br />This used to be a Funhouse<br />But now it's full of evil clowns<br />It's time to start the countdown<br />I'm gonna burn it down, down, down<br /><br />This used to be a Funhouse<br />But now it's full of evil clowns<br />It's time to start the countdown<br />I'm gonna burn it down, down, down<br />I'm gonna burn it down<br /><br />9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, fun<br /><br />I'm crawling through the doggy door<br />My key don't fit my life no more<br />I'll change the drapes, I'll break the plates<br />I'll find a new place, burn this sucker down<br /><br />Do, do, do, do, do, do, do<br />Do, do, do, do, do, do, do<br />Do, do, do, do, do, do, do<br />Do, do, do, do, da, da, da, da<br /><br />Do, do, do, do, do, do, do<br />(9, 8)<br />Do, do, do, do, do, do, do<br />(7, 6)<br />Do, do, do, do, do, do, do<br />(5, 4, 3)<br />Do, do, do, do, do, do, do<br />(2, 1)<br /><br />This used to be a Funhouse<br />But now it's full of evil clowns<br />It's time to start the countdown<br />I'm gonna burn it down, down, down<br /><br />This used to be a Funhouse<br />But now it's full of evil clowns<br />It's time to start the countdown<br />I'm gonna burn it down, down, down<br />I'm gonna burn it downStaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-78956723626382966602010-01-28T07:36:00.000-08:002010-01-28T08:08:42.027-08:00Be Confident God Will Bring You to A Flourishing FinishWhen Jesus was crucified on Friday, it was the darkest day; it looked like it was over. It looked like His enemies had gotten the best of Him. But God had better plans. They put Him in the grave on Friday, celebrating their victory, but Sunday morning was a different story. The grave couldn't hold Him, death couldn't contain Him, and the forces of darkness couldn't stop Him. On the third day He came out of the grave He said "I was dead, but now I am alive forever more." One principle that the resurrection teaches us is, that God will always finish what He started. No matter how dark it looks, how long it's been, no matter how many people are trying to push us down, if we will stay in faith, God will always take us from Friday to Sunday. He will complete what He started. You may feel like its Friday right now, but remember Sunday is coming. God is a faithful God, that promise that He put in your heart, God has every intention of bringing that promise to past. He is called the author and finisher of our faith. God will never start something that He cannot finish. God put that dream in your heart, and He already has a completion date, He already sees it done. We may not see how it can happen, it may be taking a long time, all the odds are against you, but if you'll just keep believing, keep praying, keep doing your best, then God promises He's going to bring you from Friday to Sunday. He will finish what He started<br />God isn't limited. He can do anything. Keep believing and God will bring the supernatural. Too often, because it's taken a long time, we have dreams and goals we've put down. We begin to think this isn't' going to happen. We get complacent. The first place we lose the battle is in our own minds. Just because you gave up, doesn't mean God gave up. God never aborts a dream. That dream He put in your heart may be put down by failures, disappointments, setbacks, rejections. But know this, the seed is still alive, you need to fan that flame, get your fire back. It may look like its dead, but the fact is, it's not. It's buried, it's planted, that means it's coming back. Our attitude should be "It may be taking a long time, I've had some bad breaks, I don't see how it can happen, but I know God already has the completion date". So, don't give up on your dreams, don't go through life with no goals, get your vision back. Get up every morning with expecting. It may be Friday, but this I know, Sunday is coming. The last thing Jesus said on the cross was "It is finished". He put His trust in God. Go through your house saying "It is finished."<br />Philippians 1:6 says be confident that He that began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Jesus Christ. Don't let other people talk you out of your dreams, God didn't put the promise in them, He put it in you! Remember, Sunday will come. When it's God's time, all the forces of darkness cannot stop it from happening. God is looking for people who have a made up mind, people who will trust His timing. It usually does not happen overnight, but it will happen.<br />It took Abraham 20 years to see his dream and it took Moses 40 years to see his.<br />God is always working behind the scenes in our life. He is arranging the right people, the right places, the right opportunity, and sometimes the reason it's taking longer is because even though YOU are ready, somebody else who is involved is not ready yet.<br />Hebrews 2:3 says at the appointed time, and not one second sooner or later. The appointed time is when God knows it's best for you. When we u understand this principle, it takes all the pressure off. It's a very freeing way to live, knowing that as long as we stay in faith, God will release His favors, His increase, His restoration, and healing at exactly the right time in our lives. This means I don't have to be frustrated because it's not happening as fast as I would like for it to. I don't have to be worried because I don't see anything changing, I am confident that God will finish what He started. I may not see it happening but my report is, it's on its way. It may be today, next week, next year, five years 25 years, that's OK. I'm staying in faith. I know God is not only going to bring the promise to past, but He's going to bring us out with a flourishing finish. God knows all your dreams; He is the One who put them there. Even when yo don't see any thing happen, just keep doing your best, being good to others, be a person of integrity every day.<br />Even when it looks like the dream has died, God can resurrect a dead dream. God can breathe new life into your marriage, finances, health. Instead of being discouraged, go around all through the day saying "Father, thank you that you are going to finish what you started in my life". This is one reason we miss God's best, because we give up on our promises too soon. We have to learn to trust God's timing. Most often it doesn't happen as quickly as we would like. There is always going to be a period of testing. Are we going to get discouraged? Are we going to start complaining? Are we going to make decisions that will hinder the promise? David was anointed at 17 but didn't take the throne until he was almost 30. The battle was in his mind. What Nabal did just magnified David's frustration; he just about made a bad decision. But, God will always send you an Abigail before you give up on a dream.<br />Remember, you are a child of the most high God. You have royal blood flowing through your veins. You have a dream inside of you, but the problem is you're not seeing it, and you're tempted to give up, get discouraged. Tempted even to make decisions like the dream is never going to come to past. It may not have happened yet, but the promise is still in you, don't make decisions that you will regret later on. It's easy on the Fridays of your life to get discouraged, but making it through means you are passing the test and you are one day closer to seeing the promise come to fulfillment.<br />Psalm 106 talks about the people of Israel and how they didn't wait for God's plan to unfold. In other words, they missed their promise because they got discouraged and started complaining. They didn't think it would ever happen. Stay in faith when it's taking a long time. Know that God's plan is going to unfold. It may look like the end, it may look like you have to give up the very thing you love the most, but recognize that is only a test. When yo give it up, God will always give you back something better. On the Friday of your life, when things aren't going so well, you have to keep reminding yourself that Sunday is coming. Be confident. God will finish what He started. He's going to bring us to a flourishing finish.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-77553673247698741362010-01-05T06:44:00.000-08:002010-01-05T06:45:17.149-08:00GrrI drove all the way in to work today and I'm the only one here. I shoulda stood in bed.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-28422417313360646972009-12-29T13:53:00.000-08:002009-12-30T08:44:36.206-08:002009 it's almost gone!This place is a ghost town again. Or it seems that way because all the quiet ones are here. All the gossipers aren't. It's been so wonderful. :)<br /><br /><br /><br />Christmas was ok. Christmas day was not very easy to get through and I had myself a nice little mini melt down. But, I picked myself up (literally) and made myself get better because I didn't want Shael seeing me like that. Though when Mike got there with Shael, he said he could tell I'd been crying. Shael and he were both polite enough not to mention it.<br /><br /><br /><br />The day after Christmas was the day that my family did our thing. It was weird to not go out to Grandma Dinwiddie's. To have only one Christmas to go to, besides watching Shael open her things. No Wilkinsons. No Uncle Dave & Kathy's. No stopping by Granny Go's if she wasn't already over at the Wilkinson's. And no Grandma Dinwiddie's. Life just moves right along.<br /><br /><br /><br />I'm finally getting moving right along with getting my butt back in school. It's about time, right? My classes will be Rural Sociology, Infant & Toddler Development, Infant & Toddler Lab, Adolescent Development and one on line course called On Death & Dying. Not one of those classes am I dreading. I'm looking forward to each and every one of them with this giddy anticipation I can't even begin to describe. The story will change, I'm sure, in about a month. lol. I will have to come back this post and read it to remind myself of the hope I had going into the semester. The good news, my last class is over at 1:50 in the afternoon. The bad news, my first one starts at 8:00 in the morning. But, no evening classes,which I am ever so grateful.<br /><br /><br /><br />I lost one coworker about 15 minutes ago. Didn't say a word about leaving, just walked out and left. Now I'm losing another. But she at least said something. Now it's only three of us in this building. Last week I was the only one here for the last hour of the work day on Monday and Tuesday. People just didn't want to stay. And I don't blame them. I didn't either, but I had to. Somebody had to.<br /><br /><br /><br />About two months ago, I got a prophesy from someone during communion. My brain has a few swiss cheese moments, and this is one of them. I can't remember if it was Della or Pastor David who said these words to me. But I remember the words clearly. "Stacie, you will have a great influence on people in your circle. Your circle is going to broaden even into the past. Even people you went to high school with and haven't seen since high school will be influenced by you. They will see Jesus in you" These words keep ringing in my head like a bell when I talk to an ever broadening circle of friends from my past. Thanks to facebook. Weird. It's not even people I was particularly friends with in high school, but have become friends with now. I know I influence one, in particular. How many people out there get to hear the words "You saved my life last night? I had the gun in my mouth before you came over. I made up my mind that I would ask you to come over. If you came over, I would put the gun away. If you said you couldn't, I would pull the trigger" I thank GOD I went over there that night. That was one of the longest nights of my life. I knew it was bad so I slept in his bed with him. And I use the term slept very loosely. I was awake with every move or noise he made all night long. So, yes, that is influence. And I knew him when I was in high school.<br /><br />There's others that I knew when I was in high school, but didn't go to high school with. I don't know if I'll have much, if any, influence on them, but who knows.<br /><br /><br /><br />Shael turns 15-1/2 a week from today. Which means permit time! She's so excited she can hardly stand it. She had drivers ed for the fall semester so now she's gung ho for that permit. I'm a little mixed between happiness and trepidation. I know that for a while, anyway, I'm going to be chauffeured as often as weather permits. The weather better start cleaning up her act or Shael's going to be disappointed.<br /><br />I got interrupted during that last paragraph by my Dad/boss sticking his head in the door saying "Let's go". He didn't have to tell me twice, so I saved this post and now I'm finishing it the next day. Last night when I got home, there was another friend request from someone I went to high school with. Hmm. Doesn't that just make you feel so popular? I'm sure everybody feels that way. :)<br /><br />Only one hour and 40 minutes until the end of this short day. I hope the snow stays away until I get done with everything I wanted to do. I'm going to go to the hated Walgreen's and buy some perfume and fuzzy britches that I wanted for Christmas but didn't get. Walgreen's is the only place I can find this perfume, so I will bite the bullet and go. LOL<br /><br />That's about it for now. My news of the month.Staciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21911327.post-35887704442001558312009-12-17T06:09:00.000-08:002009-12-17T06:24:11.451-08:00I Know Who This Song is For!I love the way you look at me<br />I feel the pain you place inside<br />Lock me up inside ya dirty cage<br />While I'm alone inside my mind<br /><br />I like to teach you all the rules<br />I'd get to see them set in stone<br />I like it when you chain me to the bed<br />There ya secrets never shone<br /><br />I need to feel you<br />You need to feel me<br />I can't control you<br />You're not the one for me, no<br /><br />I can't control you<br />You can't control me<br />I need to feel you<br />So why's it involve<br /><br />I love the way you rape my skin<br />I feel the hate you place inside<br />I need to get your voice out of my head<br />Cause I'm the guy you'll never find<br /><br />I'm fakingf all the rules<br />There's no expressions on your face<br />I'm hoping some day you will let me go<br />Release me from my dirty cage<br /><br />I need to feel you<br />You need to feel me<br />I can't control you<br />Your'e not the one for me, no<br /><br />I can't control you<br />You can't control me<br />I need to feel you<br />So why's it involve....you and me..<br /><br />I love the way you look at me<br />I love the way you smack my ass<br />I love the dirty things you do<br />When I have control of youStaciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395noreply@blogger.com0