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.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
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!
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