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.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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.
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