It's almost Christmas. It seems I always see or hear acts of kindness more at this time of year. And it is awesome. Recently, I was at church. While grabbing a bulletin, I couldn't help but notice this old woman crying, hysterically. She was holding a Christmas card. And she was wailing. I went up to her and asked if she was alright. I'm guessing she was around age 85. She was noticeably poor. When she finally answered me she screamed, "I didn't even know her that well!" Initially, I thought someone she "barely knew" had passed away. After I took a closer look at the card she was holding, I noticed a $100 bill taped to the inside. She told me the story, in between tears, that some lady in her Sunday school class gave her this card. She couldn't believe someone cared so much about her needs and gave so generously. I hugged her. As I hugged her, I was worried it would be awkward for both of us. But it proved to be the only thing "to do."
I was walking to meet Jeremie with tears in my eyes. That experience made me so thankful for the things in my life. I wanted to tell Jeremie immediately, but felt like I had to keep it to myself for just a moment to fully enjoy it.
It reminded me of another time. My first and only pay it forward moment.
Picture it.....Sicily 1923....oh.... I'm sorry I'm getting my stories confused. Picture it....Atlanta 2009....I'm boarding a flight to Vegas for my friend's bachelorette party. We are not only unable to sit together, we are unable to sit anywhere near each other. I'm searching for my seat. I find it. I am seated next to a man, maybe in his 50's. We chit chat. He is going to Vegas for work. He's an air traffic controller and they are having a conference there. His wife is in first class. (Big question mark over my head, too). We begin talking...in depth. About life. About love. He offers to buy me a drink when the stewardess comes by. I hesitantly accept.(My arm hurt from the twisting). His wife ventures back to us poor people in coach and she is lovely. It's his second marriage and he swears he finally got this one right. Our flight is coming to an end and he grabs his wallet. He pulls out two $100 bills. He begins writing on them. On the first, he writes, "for you." On the second, he writes, "for the world." He folds them up and gives them to me. He tells me to have fun in Vegas. He tells me to spend one of the bills ("for you") on myself. Strict instructions follow for the second hundred: "Give this to someone you think really needs it." I argue with him for a good ten minutes, telling him I can't accept this. He ignores me.
I remember getting off the plane, reuniting with my friends, and being speechless. I couldn't believe the kindness of a stranger. He told me he knew, from talking to me, that I would not spend the $200 on myself. He was right. I told my friends the story about 30 minutes later in the cab to our hotel. They couldn't believe it. After spending a day in Vegas, I decided I would save the 2nd $100. I didn't want to give it away to someone in that town that would just blow it on a hand of blackjack.
I'll never forget this day. Months later, I was at a craft store. Waiting in line, I noticed a couple behind me. The wife had obviously broken her leg. She was in a wheel chair with a stack of fabric on her lap. Soon, four kids came running up to her. It was apparent from the dialogue, that she was making clothes for her children. I counted the children again. Four kids and the husband was holding a child younger than a year old. I got tears in my eyes thinking of the moment I would give the $100 to them. When I left the store, I waited until I saw the family walk out. The man walked out first. He was going to get the car and drive it to the curb for his wife. I stopped him, told him my crazy 'pay it forward' story and made him accept the money. Tears filled his eyes. He told me that I would never know what this money meant to his family. And he hugged me. I sat in my car and watched him pick up his wife. He couldn't keep the news to himself and I could see that he had told her. It was amazing.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
The day the egg went missing
So...this morning I treated myself to Dunkin Donuts. I ordered a medium coffee and ham + egg + cheese english muffin. I received my cup of goodness and the bag with the tasty breakfast inside. I got home and realized that the egg was missing. The bag was mysteriously light and I was kicking myself for not eating it upon arrival.
After a busy day of wedding business, I looked in my wallet and found the Dunkin receipt. I decided to give Amar a 'piece' of my mind because a 'piece' of my breakfast sandwich was missing. Fired up, I called the number on the receipt. After an awkward hello, I asked the gentleman on the other end if I had woken him up. I filled him in that protein was missing from my sandwich and his response was, "Is there a reason you waited this late to call me?" Um.....I don't know, sir, I have a life and calling to report an egg-snatching wasn't on the top of my list of things to do. Amar tells me that next time this happens to call immediately. Apparently I really put a damper on his evening because he has to go back and check security tapes to see what employee made the mistake. I didn't want him to mail an egg to my house but I was expected something....like....I don't know a free coffee. I asked what he planned on doing. He informed me that there was nothing he could do since I didn't call when it happened. I complimented him on his customer service skills and vowed to never go back to his store again. Man, did he mess with the wrong bridezilla.
Anyone reading this that loves Dunkin Donuts as much as I do.....this specific store was on Wade Green. You know what to do.
After a busy day of wedding business, I looked in my wallet and found the Dunkin receipt. I decided to give Amar a 'piece' of my mind because a 'piece' of my breakfast sandwich was missing. Fired up, I called the number on the receipt. After an awkward hello, I asked the gentleman on the other end if I had woken him up. I filled him in that protein was missing from my sandwich and his response was, "Is there a reason you waited this late to call me?" Um.....I don't know, sir, I have a life and calling to report an egg-snatching wasn't on the top of my list of things to do. Amar tells me that next time this happens to call immediately. Apparently I really put a damper on his evening because he has to go back and check security tapes to see what employee made the mistake. I didn't want him to mail an egg to my house but I was expected something....like....I don't know a free coffee. I asked what he planned on doing. He informed me that there was nothing he could do since I didn't call when it happened. I complimented him on his customer service skills and vowed to never go back to his store again. Man, did he mess with the wrong bridezilla.
Anyone reading this that loves Dunkin Donuts as much as I do.....this specific store was on Wade Green. You know what to do.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Thoughts are contagious, are yours worth catching?
Can I just address the fact that some idiots are living under this delusion they call reality?
I want to shake these people in a "baby shaken syndrome way." No one likes you. You are living in a false sense of a life. And what a horrible life that has to be. Every morning you wake up and you are in fact the equivalent to that piece of trash stuck to the bottom of your shoe. And that person looking back at you in the mirror knows it...why don't you? You are the best excuse you have ever made up for yourself as a human. You have to be disgusted with yourself. That's why in my opinion you create a delusion so you, and everyone around you, can feel the suffering inside of yourself.
After realizing all of this....I don't hate you. I pity you. I feel so bad for you. You are someone who worries about how you appear. You care SO much about your image. What is so sad to me is that you care so much about what everyone thinks, you have never thought for a second how you appear to the ones most important to you. And the saddest part of all....they want to be just like you.
I want to shake these people in a "baby shaken syndrome way." No one likes you. You are living in a false sense of a life. And what a horrible life that has to be. Every morning you wake up and you are in fact the equivalent to that piece of trash stuck to the bottom of your shoe. And that person looking back at you in the mirror knows it...why don't you? You are the best excuse you have ever made up for yourself as a human. You have to be disgusted with yourself. That's why in my opinion you create a delusion so you, and everyone around you, can feel the suffering inside of yourself.
After realizing all of this....I don't hate you. I pity you. I feel so bad for you. You are someone who worries about how you appear. You care SO much about your image. What is so sad to me is that you care so much about what everyone thinks, you have never thought for a second how you appear to the ones most important to you. And the saddest part of all....they want to be just like you.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
"Say I'm a slut."
Recently watched one of my all time favorite movies, "The Notebook." I remember when I met Jeremie I told him how much I loved this movie. He informed me that it's a horrible story. A story about about the typical woman who acts on feelings instead of reason. Women are irrational and act on what feels good....what is easy. I strongly disagreed and screamed, "But it's a wonderful story! You don't know what love is!!!"
After watching it for the 78th time, I think Jeremie's reasoning finally set in. Ali, the slut....I mean the girl in the story, tells her fiance "she's gotta figure things out" - translation: she has to go sleep her old fling, he's trash, it didn't work then, so it probably won't work now. She assures him he has nothing to worry about. She is just going on a little trip 'to think.' For some reason watching it this time, I'm disgusted with the whole thing. Sure she ends up with Noah and they die holding each other in a nursing home. I think Noah was an idiot for taking her back. You know who I feel bad for? The poor fiance who never saw it coming. In my opinion, that ho-bag is more a piece of trash than her mom said Noah was. Yeah, I said it.
After watching it for the 78th time, I think Jeremie's reasoning finally set in. Ali, the slut....I mean the girl in the story, tells her fiance "she's gotta figure things out" - translation: she has to go sleep her old fling, he's trash, it didn't work then, so it probably won't work now. She assures him he has nothing to worry about. She is just going on a little trip 'to think.' For some reason watching it this time, I'm disgusted with the whole thing. Sure she ends up with Noah and they die holding each other in a nursing home. I think Noah was an idiot for taking her back. You know who I feel bad for? The poor fiance who never saw it coming. In my opinion, that ho-bag is more a piece of trash than her mom said Noah was. Yeah, I said it.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Mind your business.
Recently, while shopping at my neighborhood Publix I ran into a childhood friend. I stopped her while she was shopping for tampons and I actually had to tell her who I was. Read: awkward. At that point, I wished I had kept on walking. We chit chatted about nothing. "How's your mom and them?" The conversation was less than intriguing. I didn't rush home and find her on Facebook and friend her. Basically, my encounter was enough and it was an awakening. This is when I started to think about all the people I have "as a friend" on Facebook. These people I went to high school with I could really care less about. I got to thinking (picture me on a laptop a la Carrie Bradshaw) I'm really just a nosy little lady.
Some of the friends I have on Facebook: I care about seeing these people to see if they are fatter than me. I like to check out their pics and read about their current place of employment. And. Then. I. Am. Done. I feel like crap about this but I'm not apologizing for the reality that I believe a lot of people don't realize.
Back to the nosiness of this little girl typing. I ruined my engagement surprise because I overheard (eavesdropped) on Jeremie's conversation. It's inexcusable behavior. Someone gets off the phone and I ask "who, what, where?" I wonder where this came from. Have I always been so nosy? The answer is yes.
Some of the friends I have on Facebook: I care about seeing these people to see if they are fatter than me. I like to check out their pics and read about their current place of employment. And. Then. I. Am. Done. I feel like crap about this but I'm not apologizing for the reality that I believe a lot of people don't realize.
Back to the nosiness of this little girl typing. I ruined my engagement surprise because I overheard (eavesdropped) on Jeremie's conversation. It's inexcusable behavior. Someone gets off the phone and I ask "who, what, where?" I wonder where this came from. Have I always been so nosy? The answer is yes.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
kroger vs publix
Lately I've realized how much I cherish my local Publix. Pulling into the parking lot Easter evening, I was upset realizing that Publix was closed. Bugger. I had to drive my happy ass to Kroger. Or Krogers as it's sometimes called. I decided to compare the two.
Publix: You don't get "hollered at."
Kroger: You will get "hollered at." Recently, at Kroger I heard shouting, right when I walked through the door some man spending too much time examining apples asked, "Excuse me...can I holler at you?" This gentleman had to repeat his question over and over...because I was NOT comprehending. Suddenly he talked to me like I was hearing impaired, "Can - I - holler - at - you?" My response: "Ugh, gross, no you cannot holler at me." Although he just did. This behavior is unacceptable.
Publix: A man that works in the Publix produce section, whose name escapes me at the moment, smiles and says, "Hello! How are you today?" He's so welcoming and happy to be alive.
Kroger: There is no one to be found in the produce section.
Publix: The cashiers (and there are usually 5) are not busy. They are waiting on you. They are standing in the aisles waving you in to check out. How convenient.
Kroger: After weaving in out of 10 customers deep waiting to self check themselves out you will find yourself with a non engaging cashier who is 3 minutes away from her smoke break. There is no eye contact. Any eye contact made is uncomfortable and is considered an intrusion.
Publix: The store is bright and clean.
Kroger: Every Kroger I have been to in the past year has been "in a renovation stage." You have to dodge orange cones which may or not be related to the renovation. I have witnessed cones surrounded by....we will call them spills. Clean up is not first on the priority list of a Kroger employee.
Publix: The Publix guarantee. One time when we were having dinner at the future mother-in-law's house, the fiance went to Publix and came back with 4 pounds of shrimp. After looking at the receipt we discovered that shrimp "as an item purchased" was not on the receipt. Puzzled and confused...Jeremie's mother and I were sure that he stole it. Jeremie explained that the shrimp rang up incorrectly so Publix gave him the entire 4 pounds of shrimp for free!
Kroger: Have you ever heard of the Kroger guarantee?
Publix: No membership. The savings are noticeable. I'm referring to the buy one get one free. You fools know what I'm talking about.
Kroger: If you want to save money you have to sign up for a membership. Don't forget that Kroger plus card!! Cause if you do you will be paying double...that means that box of Cheezits will cost ya $3.50.
Publix: I can say that I've never had bad meat from Publix. Not to say that's it's never happened to anyone else.
Kroger: You will get bad ground turkey. One of the most wretched smells I have ever smelled is when Jer and I cooked ground turkey. If you have never smelled bad turkey...let's just say you will know it when you smell it.
Publix -----feel free to send me gift certificates. Thank you.
Publix: You don't get "hollered at."
Kroger: You will get "hollered at." Recently, at Kroger I heard shouting, right when I walked through the door some man spending too much time examining apples asked, "Excuse me...can I holler at you?" This gentleman had to repeat his question over and over...because I was NOT comprehending. Suddenly he talked to me like I was hearing impaired, "Can - I - holler - at - you?" My response: "Ugh, gross, no you cannot holler at me." Although he just did. This behavior is unacceptable.
Publix: A man that works in the Publix produce section, whose name escapes me at the moment, smiles and says, "Hello! How are you today?" He's so welcoming and happy to be alive.
Kroger: There is no one to be found in the produce section.
Publix: The cashiers (and there are usually 5) are not busy. They are waiting on you. They are standing in the aisles waving you in to check out. How convenient.
Kroger: After weaving in out of 10 customers deep waiting to self check themselves out you will find yourself with a non engaging cashier who is 3 minutes away from her smoke break. There is no eye contact. Any eye contact made is uncomfortable and is considered an intrusion.
Publix: The store is bright and clean.
Kroger: Every Kroger I have been to in the past year has been "in a renovation stage." You have to dodge orange cones which may or not be related to the renovation. I have witnessed cones surrounded by....we will call them spills. Clean up is not first on the priority list of a Kroger employee.
Publix: The Publix guarantee. One time when we were having dinner at the future mother-in-law's house, the fiance went to Publix and came back with 4 pounds of shrimp. After looking at the receipt we discovered that shrimp "as an item purchased" was not on the receipt. Puzzled and confused...Jeremie's mother and I were sure that he stole it. Jeremie explained that the shrimp rang up incorrectly so Publix gave him the entire 4 pounds of shrimp for free!
Kroger: Have you ever heard of the Kroger guarantee?
Publix: No membership. The savings are noticeable. I'm referring to the buy one get one free. You fools know what I'm talking about.
Kroger: If you want to save money you have to sign up for a membership. Don't forget that Kroger plus card!! Cause if you do you will be paying double...that means that box of Cheezits will cost ya $3.50.
Publix: I can say that I've never had bad meat from Publix. Not to say that's it's never happened to anyone else.
Kroger: You will get bad ground turkey. One of the most wretched smells I have ever smelled is when Jer and I cooked ground turkey. If you have never smelled bad turkey...let's just say you will know it when you smell it.
Publix -----feel free to send me gift certificates. Thank you.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
You know you are old when....
So recently I had a moment when I realized I am getting old. No...it wasn't when I was called ma'am at Publix. It was more subtle.
I saw my dad tonight and I thought....I bet he was cool at one time. Not that I don't think he is the coolest dad ever! I mean my parents have always been there for me in a super cool way. And I have heard my dad's West Georgia stories of how his best friend was growing pot in a windowsill. But he "never" smoked pot. Uh...right. I know he was cool.
Tonight I saw him in a different light. They (whoever they are) say that when you have kids, things are put into perspective. I don't have kids....I mean Jeremie has Sophie and I guess that's enough. I care about her so much, I'm starting to see how everything I say and do is molding this little girl (hopefully) into the perfect person.
Tonight as I watched my dad, I thought he has provided for his family and he has done a great job. I'm proud of my dad, does that EVER happen? The answer, my friends, is not enough. I'm always still amazed at the way he cares about me and asks me "How are you doing on your medication?" "Fine Pa..." I respond. It's nice to have someone remember that I have a chronic disease and ask in a noninvasive way, 'Are you okay?'
Listen, dry your eyes and focus:
Back to my topic....'You know you are old when...'
1. If you are at a red light and you don't take off and hit the gas when the light turns green. What's the point? And...what's your hurry????
2. If the kid you babysat is now married and pregnant with her 3rd child.
3. If your best friend is dating someone half their age and isn't breaking any laws.
4. If you tell your loud college neighbors to keep it down. No drums past 10:00 p.m. please.
5. If you have ever used the phrase "Back in my day...."
6. If you hear "Cat's in the cradle" or "Time in a Bottle" and you tear up.
7. If you consider coffee one of the most important things in life.
8. If your favorite pastime is playing scrabble. On Facebook.
9. If you are sore when you wake up.
10. If you have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it.
11. If you think your parents were cool at one time (past tense) and you have glimpses of them being cool "at times."
12. If you talk about "good grass" and you are referring to the neighbor's lawn.
13. If you answer a question with "Because I said so."
14. If people call you at 10:00p.m. and ask "I didn't wake you, did I?" see #4.
15. If you clip coupons.
So if you are old and you know it, clap your hands. Unless that hurts...then don't.
I saw my dad tonight and I thought....I bet he was cool at one time. Not that I don't think he is the coolest dad ever! I mean my parents have always been there for me in a super cool way. And I have heard my dad's West Georgia stories of how his best friend was growing pot in a windowsill. But he "never" smoked pot. Uh...right. I know he was cool.
Tonight I saw him in a different light. They (whoever they are) say that when you have kids, things are put into perspective. I don't have kids....I mean Jeremie has Sophie and I guess that's enough. I care about her so much, I'm starting to see how everything I say and do is molding this little girl (hopefully) into the perfect person.
Tonight as I watched my dad, I thought he has provided for his family and he has done a great job. I'm proud of my dad, does that EVER happen? The answer, my friends, is not enough. I'm always still amazed at the way he cares about me and asks me "How are you doing on your medication?" "Fine Pa..." I respond. It's nice to have someone remember that I have a chronic disease and ask in a noninvasive way, 'Are you okay?'
Listen, dry your eyes and focus:
Back to my topic....'You know you are old when...'
1. If you are at a red light and you don't take off and hit the gas when the light turns green. What's the point? And...what's your hurry????
2. If the kid you babysat is now married and pregnant with her 3rd child.
3. If your best friend is dating someone half their age and isn't breaking any laws.
4. If you tell your loud college neighbors to keep it down. No drums past 10:00 p.m. please.
5. If you have ever used the phrase "Back in my day...."
6. If you hear "Cat's in the cradle" or "Time in a Bottle" and you tear up.
7. If you consider coffee one of the most important things in life.
8. If your favorite pastime is playing scrabble. On Facebook.
9. If you are sore when you wake up.
10. If you have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it.
11. If you think your parents were cool at one time (past tense) and you have glimpses of them being cool "at times."
12. If you talk about "good grass" and you are referring to the neighbor's lawn.
13. If you answer a question with "Because I said so."
14. If people call you at 10:00p.m. and ask "I didn't wake you, did I?" see #4.
15. If you clip coupons.
So if you are old and you know it, clap your hands. Unless that hurts...then don't.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The day he put a ring on it....
Well fans and friends...I'm engaged!!! Whooo hoooo! Finally. I was never the girl who dreamed of my wedding day. Long long ago I had my heart broken so many times I decided (and revolted) this day would never come.
But it did. I met the man of my dreams. I realize how corny that sounds but what's even more cheeseball-ish is that it's true. I remember being in my church youth group and we were told to write a description of the guy we wanted to marry. I wrote down a ridiculous list of characteristics and qualities that NO man could ever possess. Imagine my surprise when 12 years later I met him. Really, God? You made me wait such a long time, but I can say it was worth the wait.
So...back to the day. Jeremie surprised me with a "Pack your bags, I have a surprise for you." I packed a bag and Jeremie pulled into the Peachtree Plaza Hotel.
Now....a little bit of a back story. I am a nosy gal. I overheard J on the phone a couple of weeks prior saying "Yeah I got the ring...planning on proposing in 3 weeks." I paused the TV and listened in the hallway and then proceeded to call one of my best friends and confess.
So...I knew he had SOMETHING planned when the valet took his car away. He tells me to get dressed and we will have drinks at the Sundial. And drinks we had. It was so nice. He then tells me that we will probably order room service for dinner....me, being the brat that I am, I thought 'room service, really?' We go downstairs heading back to the room and stumble to the hostess stand. "Mr. Day...reservations for 8:00?" Ahhhh....I see what's happening. We have a fabulous dinner ---which consisted of the waiter telling us that the menu items had only been on the menu for 3 days and he wanted our feedback. We granted him his wish, acting like food connoisseurs. Soon dinner was over and no dessert! I was sure he would have the ring with dessert.
On the way out of the restaurant, we stopped at the restroom, which happened to be on the observation deck. Because the restaurant is circular and rotating my sense of direction was askew all night, so I didn't even notice that Jeremie led me in the opposite direction of the exit. As we walked, he drew my attention to a small secluded bay overlooking the city with a rose petal and candlelit table. The waitress brought the dessert and an opened box sat on top of a piece of chocolate cake. Now, I was expecting this the entire night, but when I saw it, I couldn't believe how surprised I was!? Of course tears immediately came at the sight of this perfect ring. Jeremie got on one knee and did the whole deal. I was expecting a speech from this guy but he simply asked, "Stacy, will you marry me?" Between tears I said "Yes, of course I will."
Oh what a night. This man is just so....perfect for me. I've never been happier.
Wedding will be in May 2011. Plans, plans, plans. I shall keep you updated with my bridezilla behavior. Hopefully not. We shall see.
But it did. I met the man of my dreams. I realize how corny that sounds but what's even more cheeseball-ish is that it's true. I remember being in my church youth group and we were told to write a description of the guy we wanted to marry. I wrote down a ridiculous list of characteristics and qualities that NO man could ever possess. Imagine my surprise when 12 years later I met him. Really, God? You made me wait such a long time, but I can say it was worth the wait.
So...back to the day. Jeremie surprised me with a "Pack your bags, I have a surprise for you." I packed a bag and Jeremie pulled into the Peachtree Plaza Hotel.
Now....a little bit of a back story. I am a nosy gal. I overheard J on the phone a couple of weeks prior saying "Yeah I got the ring...planning on proposing in 3 weeks." I paused the TV and listened in the hallway and then proceeded to call one of my best friends and confess.
So...I knew he had SOMETHING planned when the valet took his car away. He tells me to get dressed and we will have drinks at the Sundial. And drinks we had. It was so nice. He then tells me that we will probably order room service for dinner....me, being the brat that I am, I thought 'room service, really?' We go downstairs heading back to the room and stumble to the hostess stand. "Mr. Day...reservations for 8:00?" Ahhhh....I see what's happening. We have a fabulous dinner ---which consisted of the waiter telling us that the menu items had only been on the menu for 3 days and he wanted our feedback. We granted him his wish, acting like food connoisseurs. Soon dinner was over and no dessert! I was sure he would have the ring with dessert.
On the way out of the restaurant, we stopped at the restroom, which happened to be on the observation deck. Because the restaurant is circular and rotating my sense of direction was askew all night, so I didn't even notice that Jeremie led me in the opposite direction of the exit. As we walked, he drew my attention to a small secluded bay overlooking the city with a rose petal and candlelit table. The waitress brought the dessert and an opened box sat on top of a piece of chocolate cake. Now, I was expecting this the entire night, but when I saw it, I couldn't believe how surprised I was!? Of course tears immediately came at the sight of this perfect ring. Jeremie got on one knee and did the whole deal. I was expecting a speech from this guy but he simply asked, "Stacy, will you marry me?" Between tears I said "Yes, of course I will."
Oh what a night. This man is just so....perfect for me. I've never been happier.
Wedding will be in May 2011. Plans, plans, plans. I shall keep you updated with my bridezilla behavior. Hopefully not. We shall see.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Global warming angers the earth and causes earthquakes.
Sean Penn has pissed me off for as long as I can remember. Some may say he's a great actor, but he's a complete communist. Jeremie, if you are reading this, stop here. I know how you feel about finding TOO much out about an actor's personal life.
Well folks, recently Sean Penn made the declaration that any journalist should be thrown in jail for calling Hugo Chavez a dictator. Journalists: don't talk about his boyfriend this way. This communist way of thinking is alarming. What is even crazier is how he describes what should happen to people who criticize his humanitarian work in Haiti. "Do I hope those people die screaming of rectal cancer? Yeah, but I'm not going to spend a lot of energy on it." I'm always surprised every time I realize the twilight zone these liberals live in. He's trying to punish people for telling "lies." But under the First Amendment journalists can say basically* anything they want. And unfortunately, so can Sean Penn.
I found it funny that he said he isn't going to spend a lot of energy on the demise of his critics. Really Sean? Sounds like you spent some time on this. Hey, you know what you should spend your energy on? Why don't you make a time machine and send yourself back in time to 1861 where this kind of behavior was acceptable.
Well folks, recently Sean Penn made the declaration that any journalist should be thrown in jail for calling Hugo Chavez a dictator. Journalists: don't talk about his boyfriend this way. This communist way of thinking is alarming. What is even crazier is how he describes what should happen to people who criticize his humanitarian work in Haiti. "Do I hope those people die screaming of rectal cancer? Yeah, but I'm not going to spend a lot of energy on it." I'm always surprised every time I realize the twilight zone these liberals live in. He's trying to punish people for telling "lies." But under the First Amendment journalists can say basically* anything they want. And unfortunately, so can Sean Penn.
I found it funny that he said he isn't going to spend a lot of energy on the demise of his critics. Really Sean? Sounds like you spent some time on this. Hey, you know what you should spend your energy on? Why don't you make a time machine and send yourself back in time to 1861 where this kind of behavior was acceptable.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Victoria's (disgusting) Secret
I'm so happy the Olympics are over and the folks at the Today Show are tackling the tough issues once again. Today, they shared an alarming report. They discovered that panties are being returned by customers and put back on the shelves. Um, gross. As the rest of the world is shocked by this revelation...I threw up in my mouth years ago when I had my own panty investigation.
The next part of the story was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. About 4 years ago, I purchased panties from Victoria's Secret. When I got home I noticed the underwear had been visibly worn. Disgusted, I threw them across the room...put on gloves, threw them in the bag and decided to return them. At Victoria's Secret, I began the exchange. I honestly can't remember if I returned them or had enough trust in VS at the time to exchange them for another pair. Anyways...I gave the sales associate the bag, she pulls out the panties and before I can warn her I blurt out, "They've been worn!" I didn't think my statement through. Before I knew it, everyone around me that heard my confession gasped in disgust. I tried to make it right...."No no no....not by me!!! When I bought them they had been worn!" No one was buying my story. My sister, standing beside me, began laughing uncontrollably and shared the same look of repulsion displayed by the other customers. It was horrible!
Word to my readers: always wash your wears before you wear them!
The next part of the story was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. About 4 years ago, I purchased panties from Victoria's Secret. When I got home I noticed the underwear had been visibly worn. Disgusted, I threw them across the room...put on gloves, threw them in the bag and decided to return them. At Victoria's Secret, I began the exchange. I honestly can't remember if I returned them or had enough trust in VS at the time to exchange them for another pair. Anyways...I gave the sales associate the bag, she pulls out the panties and before I can warn her I blurt out, "They've been worn!" I didn't think my statement through. Before I knew it, everyone around me that heard my confession gasped in disgust. I tried to make it right...."No no no....not by me!!! When I bought them they had been worn!" No one was buying my story. My sister, standing beside me, began laughing uncontrollably and shared the same look of repulsion displayed by the other customers. It was horrible!
Word to my readers: always wash your wears before you wear them!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Family mishaps
In local news- I recently attended my nephew Hank's birthday party where the men had to prove they were men and showed off their new toys. Guns. They went behind the house and shot them. As I watched, I thought to myself how easily an accident could occur and that relative no one likes might be killed or worse. Not exactly. My uncle came in holding a blood soaked napkin. Ironically, he was admiring a knife, dropped it and tried to catch it.
In world news, a 21 year old Indian man died immediately following his wedding reception when his uncle fired a celebratory shot and wounded the new groom in the head.
In world news, a 21 year old Indian man died immediately following his wedding reception when his uncle fired a celebratory shot and wounded the new groom in the head.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Ed Hardy and a Jesus Party
We visited a church today. We have been visiting churches for the past 3 months. I had no idea how difficult it is to find a church. Most likely the problem originates with how picky I am. I have never experienced what happened today. The name of the church will not be used to protect the innocent.
Arriving to this church, we immediately realize we were all extremely overdressed. And I was sure my heart flutter had returned. I made a mental note to make a cardiologist appointment. No, don't be silly Stacy, that is just the praise band inside. With an open mind I tried to focus on the good points of this church. I found that very difficult. First of all, the pastor is wearing an Ed Hardy t-shirt. He reminds me of Dane Cook, only less funny.
When I could actually hear him over the chitter chatter behind me, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He actually used an example of being called to the principal's office. When he spoke of one's spiritual life at the work place he kept referring to a career in bagging groceries. Panicked, I began to look around. I was sure we had been misled into the wrong room, children's church. I was half right. Everyone around me was younger than me by 15 years. And they were ALL talking and texting. I don't how I composed myself, but I didn't say anything to these disrespectful twits. I was planning a complaint in my head to the meet 'n greet lady we met when we came in. To my surprise, the pastor mentioned how they (the staff) receive numerous complaint emails on a daily basis. It's like he's reading my mind. He referred to the authors of these emails as "Jesus party haters." Mmmmmm.
The message was not that bad at all, but it was totally directed for a 12 year old. Words and phrases heard during the sermon by the lead pastor: "crackhead," "dad-gum," and "I swear to God."
I realize how bad it is to talk badly about a church, I hope no one was offended. This church is doing good things. I just left feeling really annoyed and confused. Next...
Arriving to this church, we immediately realize we were all extremely overdressed. And I was sure my heart flutter had returned. I made a mental note to make a cardiologist appointment. No, don't be silly Stacy, that is just the praise band inside. With an open mind I tried to focus on the good points of this church. I found that very difficult. First of all, the pastor is wearing an Ed Hardy t-shirt. He reminds me of Dane Cook, only less funny.
When I could actually hear him over the chitter chatter behind me, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He actually used an example of being called to the principal's office. When he spoke of one's spiritual life at the work place he kept referring to a career in bagging groceries. Panicked, I began to look around. I was sure we had been misled into the wrong room, children's church. I was half right. Everyone around me was younger than me by 15 years. And they were ALL talking and texting. I don't how I composed myself, but I didn't say anything to these disrespectful twits. I was planning a complaint in my head to the meet 'n greet lady we met when we came in. To my surprise, the pastor mentioned how they (the staff) receive numerous complaint emails on a daily basis. It's like he's reading my mind. He referred to the authors of these emails as "Jesus party haters." Mmmmmm.
The message was not that bad at all, but it was totally directed for a 12 year old. Words and phrases heard during the sermon by the lead pastor: "crackhead," "dad-gum," and "I swear to God."
I realize how bad it is to talk badly about a church, I hope no one was offended. This church is doing good things. I just left feeling really annoyed and confused. Next...
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Trash or Not Trash?
So this is a little game I'm going to have to start playing with Jeremie.
Recently I was cleaning the house and I had the bathroom trash basket next to the trash can in the kitchen. The trash in the kitchen was full so I was planning on dumping the one into the other when I took it out. Well, Jeremie (trying to help) took all the trash out. And he threw away the bathroom trash basket!!!!! What the hell? He thought it was trash.
Well yesterday things took a serious turn. Everyone knows how delicious Dunkin Donuts coffee is. It's heaven in a styrofoam cup. It's a treat for me. I use to have it everyday because I worked right next to one. Now, I hardly ever get it. But, every time I do I vow to start getting it more often. Similar to a boyfriend promising to spend more quality time with his girlfriend. Yesterday I was enjoying a cup of DD coffee. I left it on the counter BY the trash can in the kitchen. When I go to look for it, I can't find it anywhere. That's right folks, the worst happened. Jeremie tossed it.
Jeremie: "I thought it was trash, there wasn't much left."
Unbelievable. I felt like beating him with my shoe.
Recently I was cleaning the house and I had the bathroom trash basket next to the trash can in the kitchen. The trash in the kitchen was full so I was planning on dumping the one into the other when I took it out. Well, Jeremie (trying to help) took all the trash out. And he threw away the bathroom trash basket!!!!! What the hell? He thought it was trash.
Well yesterday things took a serious turn. Everyone knows how delicious Dunkin Donuts coffee is. It's heaven in a styrofoam cup. It's a treat for me. I use to have it everyday because I worked right next to one. Now, I hardly ever get it. But, every time I do I vow to start getting it more often. Similar to a boyfriend promising to spend more quality time with his girlfriend. Yesterday I was enjoying a cup of DD coffee. I left it on the counter BY the trash can in the kitchen. When I go to look for it, I can't find it anywhere. That's right folks, the worst happened. Jeremie tossed it.
Jeremie: "I thought it was trash, there wasn't much left."
Unbelievable. I felt like beating him with my shoe.
Monday, February 8, 2010
I have a few questions...
1. I'm wondering how the teeney boppers had the idea to go and see Dear John and ruin my Friday night with the gals? It's all coming back to me now, during the previews before Twilight, the preview for Dear John was a big hit. I guess they planned their outing that night and ruined it for the rest of us. And by ruined the night, I mean you forced my friend Blair to drink bad tequila and popcorn dripping with oil....she threw up and had to call it an early night.
2. Why do I feel the need to fit in with the group and play beer pong? I can't drink beer. At all. But I always get suckered into playing this fun for all game because sometimes I am awesome at it. Saturday night, not so much. Jeremie was carrying for me the entire game. I'm still in recovery mode today after Saturday nights festivities.
3. Why do I want Sophie to think of me as a mom but cringe when she insists on calling me Mommy. This weekend she watched a movie with Jeremie, where the father died, she then says to Jeremie, "Daddy, when you die I want to live with Miss Stacy". He said, "You mean when you stay here, you want Miss Stacy to watch you?" she responds, "No Daddy, I want Miss Stacy to watch me all the time, I want her to be the Mommy." Sweet? Yes. Disturbing? Absolutely.
4. Why does Publix insist on having buy one get one free products the week after I just bought those products? Arrrrggg.
5. Why does Facebook feel the need to change EVERYTHING? Maybe I am just a ratard who is in the small focus group who didn't get it. I hate all of it. Tom would never do this to us.
6. Why is there a petition for Betty White to host Saturday Night Live? This is a no brainer, she will be awesome and SNL's ratings will go through the roof. In case the decision maker doesn't pick Rose to host, thank you Betty White for being a friend.
7. Why does Hollywood insist on making a movie to make a point? Recently just watched "The Invention of Lying" and I was disgusted at how it turned into an infomercial for the modern atheist movement. Revolting.
8. Who else has a boyfriend that is addicted to video games? Sigh...I have lost him to the dungeons, the alchemists, the rogue archers, and the sorcerers. I would like to have him back, but at the same time I am so thankful he doesn't watch sports. I can't handle ESPN on 24/7.
9. Who told the ad agencies that produced the superbowl ads that we, the Americans, needed to see more men without pants, ugh. Filthy. And unnecessary.
10. Am I supposed to be terrified that my Google search is now monitored by the President's men? No, it doesn't scare me, but you know what does? President Obama telling the American people to stop watching CNN and to stop watching Fox News. He is instructing us to go and talk to the "common man" to find out what's going on in the world. Dude, you are losing it and you are losing it big time. Change you can believe in. What's next? "Don't listen to the radio and you know what don't even read those newspapers, just listen to the sound of my voice." That, my friends scares the hell out of me.
2. Why do I feel the need to fit in with the group and play beer pong? I can't drink beer. At all. But I always get suckered into playing this fun for all game because sometimes I am awesome at it. Saturday night, not so much. Jeremie was carrying for me the entire game. I'm still in recovery mode today after Saturday nights festivities.
3. Why do I want Sophie to think of me as a mom but cringe when she insists on calling me Mommy. This weekend she watched a movie with Jeremie, where the father died, she then says to Jeremie, "Daddy, when you die I want to live with Miss Stacy". He said, "You mean when you stay here, you want Miss Stacy to watch you?" she responds, "No Daddy, I want Miss Stacy to watch me all the time, I want her to be the Mommy." Sweet? Yes. Disturbing? Absolutely.
4. Why does Publix insist on having buy one get one free products the week after I just bought those products? Arrrrggg.
5. Why does Facebook feel the need to change EVERYTHING? Maybe I am just a ratard who is in the small focus group who didn't get it. I hate all of it. Tom would never do this to us.
6. Why is there a petition for Betty White to host Saturday Night Live? This is a no brainer, she will be awesome and SNL's ratings will go through the roof. In case the decision maker doesn't pick Rose to host, thank you Betty White for being a friend.
7. Why does Hollywood insist on making a movie to make a point? Recently just watched "The Invention of Lying" and I was disgusted at how it turned into an infomercial for the modern atheist movement. Revolting.
8. Who else has a boyfriend that is addicted to video games? Sigh...I have lost him to the dungeons, the alchemists, the rogue archers, and the sorcerers. I would like to have him back, but at the same time I am so thankful he doesn't watch sports. I can't handle ESPN on 24/7.
9. Who told the ad agencies that produced the superbowl ads that we, the Americans, needed to see more men without pants, ugh. Filthy. And unnecessary.
10. Am I supposed to be terrified that my Google search is now monitored by the President's men? No, it doesn't scare me, but you know what does? President Obama telling the American people to stop watching CNN and to stop watching Fox News. He is instructing us to go and talk to the "common man" to find out what's going on in the world. Dude, you are losing it and you are losing it big time. Change you can believe in. What's next? "Don't listen to the radio and you know what don't even read those newspapers, just listen to the sound of my voice." That, my friends scares the hell out of me.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Here's a mirror, stop projecting!
As Oprah would say, I just had an "aha moment." People project. For those of you who have heard of this word and thought you knew what it means...here is a definition. It's a psychological defense mechanism where one projects their undesirable feelings or motives onto another. I just recently discussed this idea with a friend. I never really noticed that projecting is so overwhelmingly common. I literally thought of every person in my life and could relate some instance where this has occurred. I'm not saying that I haven't participated in it either. Mind-boggling right? But it's effective for the projector.
People disappoint me constantly, so you know they disappoint themselves. Projecting provides an outlet for one individual to force their negative feelings onto someone else. Gossip is a prime example. Another example: say someone doesn't like another person, for whatever reason. Their value system tells them they have to like them. They are a bad person if they dislike someone else. So to make them feel better, they convince themselves that the other person doesn't like them. Finally, the result of this feeling of dislike is validated.
It really just originates to insecurity. But doesn't it always?
It's really disgusting and dangerous. It results from inner anxiety and it's a way for people to feel normal, unfortunately making others feel worse. All to often, I hear stories of someone that is dating someone so miserable that it's only a matter of time until they start to believe they are the horrible individual making the other so unhappy.
I would like to take a line from a Michael Jackson hit, "Man in the Mirror" : If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make a change. I hear that and automatically bust a move and I also think that the next time a person negatively criticizes me, I'm going to stick a mirror in their face and say good luck!
Anyways, I know this isn't a funny blog, just thought I would share. It's so interesting to me, I should've studied Psychology for sure.
People disappoint me constantly, so you know they disappoint themselves. Projecting provides an outlet for one individual to force their negative feelings onto someone else. Gossip is a prime example. Another example: say someone doesn't like another person, for whatever reason. Their value system tells them they have to like them. They are a bad person if they dislike someone else. So to make them feel better, they convince themselves that the other person doesn't like them. Finally, the result of this feeling of dislike is validated.
It really just originates to insecurity. But doesn't it always?
It's really disgusting and dangerous. It results from inner anxiety and it's a way for people to feel normal, unfortunately making others feel worse. All to often, I hear stories of someone that is dating someone so miserable that it's only a matter of time until they start to believe they are the horrible individual making the other so unhappy.
I would like to take a line from a Michael Jackson hit, "Man in the Mirror" : If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make a change. I hear that and automatically bust a move and I also think that the next time a person negatively criticizes me, I'm going to stick a mirror in their face and say good luck!
Anyways, I know this isn't a funny blog, just thought I would share. It's so interesting to me, I should've studied Psychology for sure.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
You've got a cheater in your inbox.
I would like to address the underlying atrotious theme of this movie. "You've got mail"....you've got a story about a friendship originating in a chatroom that turns into an emotional connection. It's cheating folks. Plain and simple. Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks are both in relationships, living with their significant others. They are keeping their online relationship a secret. Some think this is perfectly innocent. Question: then why are they so secretive? Another question, most important of all, why the hell are they staying with the poor souls they obviously don't love. Answer: people are insecure and settle for someone just to have a warm body. It's infuriating to me. What happened to the fairytale lovestory? When does the relationship with your "partner" turn into this haze of resentment and when does it begin to feel like a mistake? I wonder. I wonder why people feel the need to go somewhere else to fill the void. Why can't they take the time to work on their current relationship, ask for advice from them, or hey guys here's a thought, how bout strengthening your relationship with God? Arg. I'm so disgusted with society. And thank you to this movie for reinforcing the innocence of emotional infidelity.
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