Superman Part 3 "The ride that changed my life"

Part 1

Part 2







I know you are all thinking "WHY would she get in that car?" Either that or your thinking "Something bad is going to happen on this ride!!!" Well, something bad did happen.......I got attached. And that's bad!!



As I slid into the front seat I thought I had slid into heaven, he opened the door for me....who does that? I thought. Guys REALLY do this.? Kimmy headed to the other side, where Superman's friend Billy Bob (not really his name) was waiting. Billy Bob was this slightly overweight but delightful guy. He always made everything fun. He reminds me a bit of Chris Farley.



Anyway, Kim walks to the other side of the car and climbs in the back seat with Billy Bob, and off we go. We didn't really have a destination in mind....we just drove, windows down....system pumpin.......I still remember how he would rest his arm on the window, stick his hand out and move it up and down to the beat of the music. I often try and make my friends laugh by doing that to this day.....



When I returned home I realized it was time to let my parents know what was going on. I don't remember our exact conversation, but i do remember them telling me that they had to know "where" and "when" and "who". I remember my Mom being a lil bothered by his age, but once they met him, they were as charmed as I.





Now Superman lived waaay on the other side of town. He would always tell me stories about how bad his neighborhood was.....these days I often wonder if any of that were true. He went to a school known for "spoiled rich kids" And I wouldn't know reeeally because he NEVER took me around his family, or home. Hmmm im thinkin it was because he was afraid of what his mother might think of how young i was.



When school began, I could always count on him showing up soon after I returned home....and he was smarter than you think, he knew my parents worked late.....I didn't think anything of it, because our relationship was fairly innocent for the first couple of months. But then he began wanting more......and more.........and more.



Truth be told, I was as innocent as they came......I had a plethora of boy friends in the years before.....but I was ALWAYS labeled a prude (niiiice) This type of thing "making out" or "french kissin in the USA" it all scared the daylights outta me, I didn't understand it. I wasn't ready.



So when Superman (mom/dad this is where you stop reading ) wanted to put his hand up my shirt, I freaked out......it was the worst feeling in the world. I wanted him to stop, after all, its not like it felt good. I felt gross.....I just KNEW it was wrong. And with each visit, came a new request to violate my innocence. With each no, he got more and more determined.



This is where you wonder "why Staci, why would you let him do these things? "Why didnt you tell someone"



Well there are a few reasons actually. Number one and most importantly, I trusted him. He had hung around juuuust long enough to convince me he cared. He had even used to word love. He brought me gifts, he called me beautiful and smart, he listened. And if i were to be honest, this type of "attention" I craved it. Now there were many people in my life who loved me, but frankly, they weren't all that convincing.....and he was.



Number two I didn't want to lose him. Because if I did......i realized he would take a piece of my life/heart with him, that I would never get back. He had violated and eventually took my innocence........

And number three.....what would people think.....what would they say???

Soon after, very soon after, i learned the answer to that question.

Back at school word got around. I had told only my closest girlfriends, and one of them apparently just couldn't handle the secrecy..........i was very hurt when i realized i was known as a "slut" wow, that couldn't have been further from the truth, I was a young, scared, naieve child who didnt know anybetter......but alas, middle school children can be mean.....and before long the whole school knew.....and every ones opinion of me changed. Boys treated me differently, it was either sheer disgust......or reason to flirt. And girls teased me mercilessly. At this point, as hard as it was....I felt fine.....because i had him.


The next time I saw Superman I felt secure enough to become brave. I made it known that I didn't feel ready....that it needed to stop. I was brave, because i believed he loved me. Soon after my proclamation......things went down hill.



The following day, I was hanging at one of my best friends house. Merry's parents were amazing, loving people. I had taken to them as if they were my own parents. And I would guess they felt the very same way about me, after all I spent almost everyday at their house. I might as well have been a fifth daughter. Superman called me at home that evening and my mom gave him Merry's number.

"Hello"

"Hi, is Staci there"

"Yeees" "Who is calling"

"Superman"

"Hello"

"Hey"

"HIIII!!"

His voice turned, I new immediately something was up.

"Can I come to where you are?"

"Uh, sure...."

I then gave him directions and told him I would meet him at the corner of Lynn Ann Lane under the light post.

When he showed up he had three of his friends with him, Billy Bob included who had become very fond of me I might add. Meredith took Billy Bob and the two other friends across the street to give us some privacy.

The conversation went something like this.....

"Staci, I really care about you........but I just don't think it is going to work out."

"What??"

I still remember the horrible feeling I felt in my stomach. I immediately fell to the ground, i was stunned. I just didn't understand. I began to weep......and it soon turned to a moan......I cant describe what i was feeling......i had NEVER felt physical pain from having my heart broken. He tried explaining, but i wasn't hearing it. Merry heard me crying and soon the whole heard of them was running across the street to find out what had happened. It soon turned into an argument between Billy Bob and Superman.

"What did you say to her?" Billy asked

"Whats going on?" Merry asked

I still remember Superman trying to console me, but I was sooo angry and hurt that i flung his arms away from me and tried to mutter the words "leeeave just leeeeave"

Merry ran inside and fetched her father, who then picked me up in his arms and carried me inside, turning to Superman and telling him to "GO HOME"

He tried to call several times, to no avail, Merry's father was NOT having that.

I cant tell you how it happened, because he was such a self centered ass, but somehow, seeing me this way made him pity me. He told me to forget what he said, he loved me, and wanted to stay together.

WHAT A CROCK OF CRAP SUPERMAN!!!!

I maybe saw him one more time after this incident.....and the visits faded into the sunset along with his 65 mustang.

I finally got smart and called him in March of 94'. I told him I didn't understand how he could call me his girlfriend but never take the time to come and see me. And I just couldnt take it anymore....We were done. He then became enraged that I would DARE break up with him, and proceeded to make true all of my insecurities.

"I never loved you"

"you are the most gullible girl I've ever met"

"how could you have been so stupid? So blind. "

All of these sentences followed with a creepy laugh.

Sometimes I still have a hard time believing I'm loved. He messed with my childlike faith, my trust in a way i just could never explain...... He convinced me in just those few sentances that i was "worthless" that I was "nothing" That I could NEVER be loved without condition.

The story does not end here............

Superman Part 2 "Wanna Go For A Ride"

Part 1

As fate would have it "Superman" called me the very same night!!! I was giddy as all get out.
Our conversation went something like this:

"hello"

"Staci"

"hee hee yeah, this is she"

"Hi, Staci, this is Superman"

"Well hello there Superman" I am totally jumping around the room at this point.

"hello"

"hello, tee hee"



I know this is all very juvenile.......but i was 14, give me some credit.

"So, how old are you Staci"

This is where i shoulda known, this is where i shoulda guessed that "Superman" was on a mission, and it sure was not to save lil ole me from villain Lex Luthor, because you see, "Superman WAS the villain"

"um, well i just turned 14.....y tu'?"

(for those of you who do not speak espanol' that is Spanish for "And You?", Chris Farley in the "El nino" Saturday night live episode LOLOL sorry)

"Oh, well I'm gonna be a Sr."

This is where I lost all hope, i mean i knew he was older, but a SR. dating an 8th grader......"my parents were gonna KILL me" I knew this meant he was at least 17. But I didn't worry too much, because my parents would meet him, and surely they would like him......if I could just convince them.....

"A SR?" "Oh, um wow, well i....."

he interrupts me......

"Is that okay?"

I'm thinking "is that okay for ME??" "Seriously?" "UM YEAH, I'm gonna be the coolest dating a flippin senior"

But i replied with a cool, sly

"Sure, yeah, no prob"

I was jumping up and down inside.....Do y'all know what this means?? It means he has A CAR!!!!

I don't really remember much of the conversation after that because all i could think about was how our first date was going to be......

I pictured him coming to the door, my Mom and Dad ready to greet him.....they call out to me "STAAAACIII, SUUUPERMAAAN IS HEEEERE" I come walking out and my parents both let out a *siiiggghh* in unison, because i look ever so darling in my newly bought dress from Judy's, he then sees me and follows with a *sigh* "don't you look incredible" "shall we?"..........yeah that's why i don't remember it......i was lost in a daydream, a dream that could not be further from the truth.

I do however remember that we made a plan to meet up at the pool in Kimmy's neighborhood.


It was a few days later, and Kimmy M. and I were just chillin.....

(I could sometimes spend weeks with one person which is odd because these days i get annoyed after one or two days.....I'm irritable 90% of the time....lets move forward)

We were at her pad, which was an amazing house. Her families home was tucked waaay back in the right hand corner of THE neighborhood.

("THE neighborhood" is the place i spent most my preteen days.......I myself did not have the honor of living in "THE neighborhood" But almost EVERY other friend i had, did.)

It was a beautiful Asian inspired home, or maybe it was just modern....who knows, all i know is i wished many a times it was my families. I will say it was almost impossible to sneak out of.........did i say that out loud???

Moving right along, the details are vague....but I still remember how "in awe" I was when he pulled up in that white 1965 ford mustang.....*sigh* yet again, this double sealed the deal. I may not be all into cars and what not, but if you had seen this car.........I have several friends that I am SURE would be willing to attest to the fact that this may very well be one of the coolest cars EVER. It was beautiful, obviously had been restored, leather seats Original everything....AND it had a "system" and NO it wasn't playing the beach boys, or buddy holly........

I still remember the rumble the engine would make, and i always knew when he was like two or three streets away cause it was THAT recognizable......

It was like out of a movie, he gets out and almost like habit sits back against his car. He was wearing a Blue and White striped Tommy, tucked into his dark jeans, and timberland boots. And he smelled like heaven.

"Hey baby" he said "Come er"

I was swooning

"wanna go for a ride?"

"um YES"

My Husband Rocks Friday

Okay its that time ladies and gentlemen, to tell you this weeks rendition of why MY HUBBY ROCKS.

You see we have this mimaw in our lives who loves to spoil my boys (and spoiled me rotten as a child as well) She decided one day to buy our boys a new play scape. And it happens to be one of the coolest play scapes i have EVER seen. It took us about 2 months to get our HOA to approve it (dont get me started) but FINALLY about 2 weeks ago they did, and so my hubby got to work straight away.

Now on the first day he had to take the trampoline down first.....this is because i refuse to have my back yard cluttered with a shed, a play scape, AND a trampoline....eventually i want trees and flowers, and that just did not work for me. So without even asking I gave our trampoline away to the first person I thought of. Ryan and Stacy have LOTS of room at their house!!! And two girls and LOADS of nieces and nephews to play with, so naturally I called up Stace and told her it was hers if she wanted it.

Ryan came and helped us take it down, loaded it up and took it back to their house, then the boys came back and started on the play scape....this is what they did.....

Now i know this doesn't look like much, but this darn thing came with 6 boxes of crap.....HUGE boxes.....it took them a good long time to do that.

Jay, gimp leg, pinched nerve, slipped disc and all has been coming home everyday to do more.....this is what he has accomplished and hopes to finish by tomorrow.

What a guy, he is in sooo much pain he cant even sit for long periods of time, and yet he still strives on to finish it for our children!!! Here is all thats left.........oh, and spare me the comments about how water starved our grass is, we live in africa people.....its rediculously hot, there has been NO RAIN, and we have water resrictions......... :)

I have the best hubby ever!!! You ROCK baby!!!

off the chain dance

okay it is almost one in the morning, and I just simply cannot go to bed with out posting this....

Now dont kill me freaky bloggers (again the "nothing to loose" joke, check out that movie people)
I promise to post tomorrow ahem* i mean today part two to "Think back thurs" which i aparently will have to rename. But that will be done sometime tomorrow afternoon.

Back to this post:

I watched so you think you can dance tonight, both the wed night episode AND tonights, i have DVR people....step into the 20th century......and i just have to say, AMAZING, simply AFREAKINMAZING!!!!! Need i say more???

Why yes actually, okay so here is the deal.....when jay and i first married, he took on a position that I knew soon after he told me about it, that it was going to cause some MAJOR problems for two YOUNG newly married peeps such as our selves.... I BEGGED him to be smart, I said somthing like this: "HOW can two people survive a marriage without seeing one another??"
I worked from 8-5 he worked from 6- sometimes 1 or 2 am.....yeah ......I KNOW.

So needless to say, regardless of the genre of the dance, I related....I BAWLED like a baby in diapers.....i am here to tell ya people..........please watch, if this doesnt make you a tad emotional, then i dont know what will.......




First of all I SOOOO love where nap and tab are takin hip hop......i mean, crying, in hip hop....."theres no crying in hip hop" I loved every emotional min. of it.....and i want moooooore.....

And seriously there were many FAB dances.....i would post the whole darn show if i could....but then on to the thursday night show, they always open the "vote off" show with a group dance, and this was OFF THE CHAIN!!! ill post it when i find it!!!

night night

Think Back Thursday Part 1 "Super Man"

*Warning* If you are named mom, or you are a mom that has a young teenager, i am telling you to read at your own risk. I'm not saying that I was a bad kid by any means, but I was VERY young and VERY naive.





This may do one of two things, either





A. it will upset, make you sad and or make you horribly paranoid. (sorry mindless junque, Heather, Steph and many many other friends with girls :) ) Or





B. it may help you to see the signs of a young girl growing up way too fast, and in turn may be very helpful in stopping the dangerous growth.





But let me just say this was more than 15 years ago, "times they are a changin", the rate that girls are growing up these days is incredibly scary.





On a lighter note, this story has a beautiful ending, after all it is how i met my husband. It is not only a love story about two love birds, but it also tells the story of Gods love, mercy, and precious redemption.





It was the summer between my 7th and 8th grade year. I had just turned 14. I had already had the summer of my life, and to me it just could not get any better.





You see, I had made a group of friends from 5th grade up until this point that I felt I would never loose touch with. I was walking around in a daze of popularity....... I had never felt this secure.





I was ALWAYS the new kid. Always desperate to fit in. Desperate for a place on the ladder of success by elementary and middle school children standards that is, and I had finally reached the top.





Every single day of the week "I had a plan", their were sleepovers and skating rink adventures, and "parties" (silly innocent boys on one side girls on the other parties) and lets not forget Six Flags Fiesta Texas which had just opened the year before in 92', I spent most my days here wandering around for hours meeting boys and riding rollercosters, so we mu sent forget that, after all this is where it happened.





This, my dear friends is where i met "SUPERMAN" just trust me this is the perfect "fake name for him" (if u know me and my story, I'm certain your laughing)

My friend Kimmy and I had braved the heat all day, back then the heat didn't bother me much (I live in what seems like the desert), and when i say "all day" i mean we were there till closin time folks!!!

We happened to be shuffling along in the herd of people heading for the exits when I heard someone say

"Hey, Hey you in the yellow shirt"

I remember it like it was yesterday, i was wearing a mustard yellow, ribbed express short sleeve shirt, with very nineties knee length jean shorts. not attractive by today's standards, but pretty darn cool back then if i do say so myself.

I continued to shuffle along TOTALLY oblivious to the fact that I was wearing a yellow shirt....maybe if he'd said "mustard yellow" i would have turned. But alas I had no idea he was calling for me. I felt a tug on my shirt and turned to see the "sheesh" look on my dear friend Kimmy's face, she was obviously tired of being approached by boys, and a lil on the cranky side since we had been out in the 100 plus degree weather all day. I looked at her and proceeded to ask the question that immediately made my hair turn blonde.....

"WHAT??" "What's the matter"

She just turned and pointed in the direction of a group of what were obviously "HIGH SCHOOL BOYS"

Silly me, i proceed to point at my self and do that whole embarrassing "mee, no, ye...meee?" thing. "Yes you" one of them said, and i looked at Kim and sorta rolled my eyes, like I would do in the present if being approached by a 40 year old........i was "mature" enough to know "those boys were tooooo old for me"

Here's the thing, I've always been attracted to the long and lean type, and yes I like muscle, a nice bulid so to speak, but not buff by any means....i am totally turned off by that (sorry joey) and i am also TERRIBLY turned off by upfront, and or cocky guys.....i have caused many a scene when being hit on by one......trust me on this.....you don't wanna mess with me if your "too into you" So there was a PLETHORA of them, some lean, some skinny, some buff, some a tad heavy....etc etc. The one doing the majority of the "heeey how you dooin" talkin seemed to be one of those "to into you" guys and so i don't remember a word he said......but then came this very sleek very sly....very snoop doggy dogish kinda voice.

"So, you gotta number?"

Now, I'm completely embarrassed to admit this but i was HOOKED immediately, what i have forgotten to mention, is i am totally attracted to "the bad boy." I'm not too sure what led me to believe he was "a bad boy" Maybe it was his "gangsta talk"

(and please do not picture some guy in saggy pants and a cross around his neck or a bandanna on his head sooo not the case)

Or maybe it was his timberland boots, or his Tommy Hilfiger striped shirt, or his baby blue eyes, or his sandy blonde hair....

Come to think of it, it was definitely something in his tone that sent that vibe, but I was indeed a goner!!! Not seconds after those words left his mouth, everyone else in the group disappeared.....i shuffled around in my purse for a pen and wrote down my number on a crumpled up piece of paper.

"whats your name?" he said....... I began to take in the smell of his cologne...... this my friends sealed the deal.....he was wearing "Eternity" by Calvin Cline , for a second i almost forgot what i was named......

"uh, er, Staci"

"Staci" he repeated as he looked up at me with those eyes..........

*sigh*

"Ill be callin you."

"okay" I said with a googley eyed grin "And yours?"

"Oh, Superman" (not really)

"Superman" i whispered to myself

I still remember almost tripping over myself as I tried to turn back and catch one last glimpse of him......i giggled.......and daydreamed the whole way home about when i would receive his call............

QUESTION???? Should I wait till next "think back Thurs"?? Or should i carry on tomorrow???

Real Raggin Wed First Rag

Hey girls okay so i have officially started "Real Raggin Wednesdays" If you have NO idea what i am talkin about click here to read the rules so that YOU TOO can participate.

So now on to my Raggin

Today I have chosen to rag on OPRAH!!!!

"Please dont kill me freaky bloggers" (please tell me youve seen "nothing to loose", if you havent you must go out and rent it today)

Anyway, I know that there are probably still some die hard Oprah fans out there and if you are one of them, i am sorry but i simply MUST get this off my chest.

Dear Oprah,

What in the H-E-double hockey sticks has happened to you? Who is holding the REAL Oprah hostage, where is she people, if you have her please send her back to Harpo studios immediately.

Oprah, there was a time when I would almost cause car wreaks, pile ups if you will, just to get home to see your show. I loved the time you had Tom Cruise on the show, because it made me feel like i wasnt the only person on this earth that might need "help"........I cherished the show with Lisa Ling (i really did) where she did the documentary on "the dying rooms" in China, cause it made me realize I have a heart for hurting children. Although im not a fan AT ALL of the Osmond's I watched it cause gosh darnit I try to be....I also LOVE your segments on clothing the REAL women of this world....cause lets face it not everyone looks like Kate Moss.

So Oprah, dear Oprah.....WHY oh dear God WHY have you changed so???? Why are you all of the sudden talking about "past life's" and "reincarnation" and "regressions" whhhy (im whispering this why)

I have to be honest, i have completely avoided your show for the last 6-9 months because i cant take it anymore.....i mean ive gone to battle with my husband and many dear friends when they called you "the anti Christ" Now, i may be starting to believe it....well not really but i mean come on Oprah.

I about fell off my couch yesterday when i decided to brave the world of oprah again and saw those poor naive innocent people being led to believe that they were an Indian in their past life that was killed with a sharp tool such as a arrow head, and that is why they are terrified of, get this people, CORNERS.......COME ON OPRAH!!!! ARE YOU KIDDIN ME RIGHT NOW.

If you all think i am kidding, here is some script from her show yesterday that proves Oprah has indeed fallin off the wagon my friends.......


Since Erin was old enough to remember, she says she's been paralyzed by a fear of sharp corners and terrified by the idea of someone touching her neck. For the past 30 years, she's hid her phobias from friends. Now, she's ready to speak out and get to the root of her fear. "It controlled my whole life really. None of my friends know about it, so I have little rituals that I would do to cover it up," she says. "Anything that had a sharp object, I had to try to rearrange the situation."


Erin agrees to meet with Dr. Weiss to try to unlock the mysteries of her phobias.

During their first session, Erin taps into the life of a Native American man living in the 1800s. She glimpses the sharp, pointed spear of an attacker. As the session continues, Dr. Weiss guides her into another past life, which helps explain her fear of having her neck touched.

In this past life, Erin says she thinks she was a prostitute who died by strangulation. "I don't feel very good about myself. That's why I think I'm a prostitute," she says. She envisions herself sitting on the edge of a bed, putting on stockings. Then, she sees a man strangling her from behind. As Erin comes out of her regression, she begins to confront her fears head-on. "Visualize a sharp corner, and let the fear go because that's all it is. Look at it in your mind. Look at any corner," Dr. Weiss says. "You can be cured of this quickly. … You can touch it. It's safe now."

For the first time in years, Erin says she's able to touch her neck and visualize sharp corners without feeling anxious. "I feel so much better," she says. "I can't believe that I can actually look at a corner now and touch my neck…it's amazing."

"There's no more fear," Dr. Weiss says. "You're free now."

When Erin regressed back to the life of a Native American man, she says she saw images of him being stabbed near the eye with a sharp object. "When I fell in my death, I smacked my head on a piece of granite, so I don't like things close to my face or next to my eye," she says. "When [Dr. Weiss] was talking me through all of this, I saw elevator doors close right after the death, and I asked him what that meant. He said, 'You've closed that chapter in your life.'"


*sigh* seriously?? i cant handle it....i have sooo much to say to this "Dr. Idiot" but it would take me days to type it all out so i am moving ahead......

I also watched a video where she talked about this book called "the new earth" and she says she was leery of bringing the author on the show for fear people might think she has lost her mind.

NEWS FLASH OPRAH !!! YOU HAVE!!!

Okay now i realize that i might be being a tad judgemental.....and i am sorry about that I really am....but it makes me sad to see someone buying into something like this, because to me, it looks like these women are making this stuff up as they lie there thinking "i dont feel hypnotized....so what the heck do i say, i mean im on the Oprah show....i gotta say something else i wont get my 15 mins of fame......it all looks soooo fake to me......

What happened to the Oprah who in the past would have said, "REALLY??" instead of "hmmm interesting"

UGH!!!

I digress, I am now extending forgiveness to Oprah.

Oprah, I forgive you for leading the nation to hell.....lol kidding

Oprah, I forgive you for being lost. I forgive you for being "caught up" in the worlds perception of creation. I forgive you for being easily swayed because of your terrible past. I forgive you for being angry at God because of what you had to endure as a child. You my friend are an amazing, loving, giving person, who obviously has been through alot.


I can totally hear Jesus saying "forgive them father, for they know not what they do"

I realize that most of you may not agree with ME and may think I am the crazy one.....that is okay....this is MY opinion, it may not be true to who you are......but it is mine.....if you disagree, i welcome your comments......I welcome comments from all of ya!!!

Update* I want to make sure you all read what Real Raggin Wed is all about so if you scroll just below this you will see the rules, it is about getting what you are upset about off your chest and then forgiveing and moving forward.....I dont contribute to a bunch of whining and complaining just to do it.....I want to join in learning with you how to forgive and to love those we dont necessarily agree with..... no matter how hard it is......... Here is the Link to read the rules:

http://theloalbos.blogspot.com/2008/06/real-raggin-wednesdays.html

Update#2 (hey you guys can totally rag on me!!!)and now forgive me all for being judgemental, for calling Dr. Weiss "Dr. Idiot" and for saying that those women "were fakin" Forgive me for using the word forgive soo much.....LOL
Im serious, i dont want to hurt anyones feelings, if you believe this stuff more power to ya, I will still read your blogs and be your friend :) I love yalls honest feed back!!!

oh and forgive me for makin this sooo long by adding so many disclaimers....;) Im still gettin used to being real myself.....

Real Raggin Wednesdays

OOO OO I just had a fab idea....inspired by......well inspired by me.

Okay so as women we tend to be a tad bit emotional at times.....okay lets just be honest we can be overly dramatic MOST of the time.....can i get a HOLLA?? Okay so im gonna venture to say that when we "complain" Jesus is cool with it as long as at some point we "let it go" right??

Do yall need a lesson in forgiveness?? If so click here, or here

Anyway, if your good on the forgiveness issue lets move on to my fab idea.

Okay so we have "my husband rocks fridays" and so i would like to create "Real Raggin Wednesdays"

Heres the deal. On wednesdays you can rag on whomever or whatever you please.......go on rag on sistas........


But heres the catch or the rules persay:

1. ONLY ON WEDNESDAYS this gives us an entire week to stew over the things in which we rag thus createing rule number two.

2. Never under ANY circumstances may you rag on this person or object again

3. You absoultely then must offer or extend forgivness to this person and or object (i can totally picture steph forgiveing her laundry "laundry I forgive you for being the moutain you are" lol

4. If you do not believe you could ever forgive this person....or object then you simply cannot participate or the blog monster will hunt you down.....okay so there is no such thing as a blog monster but there should be :)

5. And Finally, you must be REAL, you dont have to reveal the person or object in which your raggin, but you cant hold back....let it out, carefully....i dont want to be held responsible for someone getting the tar beat outta them :)

if you just do not understand what in the heck im talking about.....here is an example

How, can you please tell me HOW a blowdryer can be misplaced.....its not as if its smaller than the average object......i just simply do not understand where in the world it could possibly be.....its not like i dont already have ENOUGH troubles with my hair.....I HAAATE YOU BLOWDRYER !!!!! WHHHHHHHYYYY????? NOOOOOOO!!!!

Blowdryer, I forgive you for disappearing, but only because i might not survive with out you. Maybe because i am proclaiming my love for you you will graciously reappear so i dont look so homely......pleeeease??


Hopefully this will teach us all how to be more forgiving.....you think??

OKay ladies.....if your gonna participate leave a comment here so i can check out your REAL RAGGIN WEDNESDAY post!!!! Happy raggin!!!

No more pretending.....

Hi my name is Staci:

This is me.....just me,

Not the "going out for drinks with my gals" me or the"singing with Chasing Daylight" me or the "Perfect mommy" me or the"Perfect Christian" me or the "flawless wife" me (well im always a flawless wife..... ;) ) or the "awesome blogger" me (had to throw that one in, lol)

Nope, its just me....good ole staci leigh, with make-up on from last night, and hair all a ruckus (which is why its up in a fab bandanna) swollen wisdom tooth extraction cheeks and all, and if you had seen me a few mins after that pic i was covered in piper hair (pipers the only other girl in the hezee, shes my Schnauzer) * sigh *

I dont think ive been myself lately, which is one of the reasons i choose to write this....but also , today, I was inspired......






its like ive been waiting all my life.....







First I would like to thank D.R. for his talk this morning. Without which I would not be inspired to write this. You never cease to amaze me. I am grateful for your leadership and example. (D.R is not only a close friend but also my former youth minister and now serves as a teaching pastor at the church we attend and serve at. I withhold his real name because, well because i am just getting more aware of how many people surf to my site that i dont know, and last names are not appropriate anymore....ya just never know.)







Now onto the topic with which i have been inspired.







Okay so this particular issue has been stirring in my heart for years. The issue of just.........of just "being"





"Being" you, being the BEING the Lord created you to BE.....lol

"being real"

REAL is the word of the day people.....so if you hear it, lets all pretend we are on the Peewee Herman show and just scream AHHHAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA, cause maybe then we will all remember who God made us, and stop pretending to be someone we are not.

This has always bothered me.....and honestly, im not without blame in this area. I have, on a consistent basis, "pretended" that I was someone I was not for fear of judgement.

Really.....and i bet if you were honest, you might just say the same.....right?? Come on now, just admit it. Judgement is an AWFUL thing.

I look back, and i see this scared, naive, and insecure girl, who was in desperate need for someone to love her, anyone.....for people or a people to accept her. And that is exactly what I found. Understand, my intentions were ALWAYS good. I desperately wanted to be good....I wanted to be like Christ, I wanted to be like her.....like them......but as ive grown, ive begun to realize I was chasing after an illusion. You see....its NOT attainable. NO ONE is perfect. I found an amazing group of friends, i did, but there were only and are STILL only a select few that I let see the REAL staci.

And you see, This hope of becoming a "happy perfect christian", it only caused more pain.....the more I tried, the further id fall.....even, when i made the slightest mistake. I always felt like I could never measure up. I could never attain the happiness that they had.....i couldnt attain it because it was a farce.

Now dont get me wrong people. I am not saying that happiness is unattainable. Im just saying that PERFECT happiness. Infallible happiness, happiness without fault......its not real. There will always be pain, there will always be mistakes made, there will always be addiction, depression, dependency, obsession etc etc. Let's face it those things are real issues in the lives of many people. Issues in even the lives of close friends and family members. And im damn tired of walkin around here pretending that I myself have not struggled with at least one if not many of those issues.

Jesus died for me, he died for me and for you because he KNOWS we are not perfect.....he NEVER asked us to be. He only asked us to seek after Him , to believe in Him, and to follow HIM. And correct me if I am wrong, but MY GOD he LOVES everyone!!! He loves the addict, He loves the oppressed, He loves the adulterer, He loves the Homosexual, He loves the Black guy, He loves the White guy, the Chinese guy, the Hispanic etc etc. He loves the alcoholic, the prostitute........He loves the abused, the neglected, the starved, the hungry, the sick.........

If Jesus loved ALL of the imperfect, and we are supposed to follow, then why cant we love the imperfect........

There have been times in my walk with Christ, or shall i say in my experience with Christianity, that I have felt physical pain over some of the mistakes ive made because i TRULY felt I had NOONE to go to that would accept me.....even my own husband.

If you take anything from my ramblings this evening I hope you hear this. God loves YOU, not the "going out for drinks with your gals" you or the "Perfect mommy" you or the "Perfect Christian" you or the "flawless wife" or the "awesome blogger" you......

JUST YOU.

You may be very wise, you may be very loving, you may wake up on the wrong side of the bed 7 days a week but GOSH DARNIT he loves that about you because he MADE YOU......he made YOU for a specific purpose........think about this...... maybe, just maybe your redemption has a story to tell......Maybe your fall is someone else's safety net.

Dont dwell on the past, or let ANYONE make you feel like less than a person because you had a beer with dinner the night before. Just be the person God created you to be, and look for opportunities to listen to those around you who are hurting, who are lost, who are in need of a savior.

If you love like Jesus did, they will see Jesus in you....

Who is Staci you ask??

• I am first and foremost a child of God
• i am a wife and mother
• I am a daughter and a sister
• I am shy
• I am grumpy when im sleepy or hungry
• i absolutely do not cry unless my children are in pain or any child for that matter
• i am not as girly as you might think i am
• im a t-shirt and pj pant kinda gal
• I HATE MY HAIR 99% of the time
• I love to scare the bejesus outta myself by watchin scary movies but ALWAYS regret it
• Im loyal
• i keep secrets
• I dont like arrogant people.....mainly arrogant men....arrogant women make me laugh
• I sing in a band
• I dont take compliments well, makes me uncomfortable
• I LOVE me some margaritas
• I LOVE to dance
• I say dammit too often
• smacking sends me over the edge
• apparently im easily irritated
• my ears get red when ive had too much to drink or when im upset
• i am very modest, but not because i think its wrong to dress in immodest clothing but because i am insecure about my body, ALWAYS HAVE BEEN
• I cant stand my toes they make me want to vomit
• i officially cannot stand going to the dentist
• ive not lost any wisdom after the extraction, so i still consider myself to be brighter than the average joe.
• ive recently taken up reading for a hobby.....what are the odds?
• I LOOVE to talk about anything, and everything, specially Jesus.....cause he's my homie
• Karaoke is a must
• i can only take loud children in small doses
• and loud people
• i HATE drama.....if you find me not talkin to you after a healthy dose of it then youll know why
• im not nice when im mad.....but then again who is?
• hmmmm......i guess thats enough for now, but mainly cause the "friends" are kickin in

Before I part I want you to remember that God made you for a purpose, and just in case your one of those that forgets easily, please read this you wont be disappointed.....be real people!!!!

Reunion Schmunion

So I had my 10 year High School reunion this past Saturday *Gasp*

I know spare me the "oh your soo old" or "hahahaha your sooo funny, young one"

Either way it happened and let me just say out loud what a bunch of L-A-M-E classmates you all are!!!

Heres the deal.....number one, my BFF Amy (im very disappointed in you Missy!!) decided not to go, and so that sucked a bit, but at least Alissa was a good to me and went with....

Now these 10 years went by super duper fast....and it kinda feels like it hasnt been that long since i have seen yall.....AND i have kept in touch with those i really wanted to keep in touch with, but i admit i was a tad curious to see what some of yall were up too......AND i freakin went after driving from Florida straight through from 9pm at night the night before till 9am reunion morning and showed up with a smile after only 3 hours of sleep, so i kinda expected to see at least a LIL enthusiasm from you guys......not soo much

So heres the story for all of you bloggers who werent there.....we drive out to Boerne, a lil town outside of san antonio, which is the most beautiful lil town ever!!! This happens to be where i graduated from. Anyway every fathers day weekend they hold a festival called the Berges Fest. Back in my glory days it was much cooler, they used to have the coolest artists come play (Robert Earl, David Alan Coe yada yada) now its not as fun, but you cant pass up the Roasted Corn, sausage on a stick, tacos, and best of all FUNNEL CAKES.....Heres proof:

Roasted Corn rules, especially with lemon pepper!!!

Jay and his tacos!!!!

And this is for you Steph, yes steph and i share a love for funnel cakes.......there is no passin one up, and I am not ashamed to admit i can finish one off on my own thank you very much. I had to take several poses....it was a must......mainly cause i wanted steph to get the full effect....all angles, so she would be super jealous she wasnt me.

You like that????

Anyway, the food alone was worth the lameness of this reunion. Basically a few mins after this pic my good friend lissy showed up.....here we are....arent we cute??? Im sure your asking yourself, what in the H-E-Double Hockey sticks is stac doing wearing a sweater in these weather conditions......

I know im retarded, i was rather hot, which im sure is easy to figure out with the shininess of my forehead.....And i am terribly sorry if you have been blinded by the light reflecting off of it....but remember i had JUST returned from Florida....i had nothing to wear since i had not done any laundry yet!!!

Anyway, she shows and we literally walk around for an hour finding NOONE from our class, when people do show up they are TERRIBLY unfriendly (there were a SELECT few that were friendly)......granted the majority of the people were not people we hung out with, our friends are even lamer apparently cause they were "too cool" to come....but geez when someone walks up to you and says HEEEEEY i remember yooou at least look like your a TAD happy to see me. Dont make it so obvious that you cant stand my guts!!! And really, i mean were adults now, if you didnt like me then for whatever ridiculous reason, GET OVER IT.....we arent kids anymore....MOVE ON!!!! lol

There were some that i was super happy to see, and there were also a few that i didnt talk to at all in HS but we introduced our selves and got to know one another.....anyway, I was really disappointed for the most part with the way people acted..........and sorry that i wasted my time to be honest.

Anyway, here are some pics from the "EVENT"

Liss Rustin and I, Rusty was not in our class he grad the year before us, but he still came to hang!!!

I love Rustys face here!!!

And just for kicks heres me in HS:

Yes thats me with blonde hair......and that is my dear friend Holly who passed away in 99' , If she'd been there it would have been a blast, she always made everything soo much fun!!! The best part of the night was that I got to see her parents!!!

Anyway, I guess this is all just part of growing up huh??

My Husband Rocks Friday

So, just a heads up starting next Thursday I am going to do my first rendition of "Think Back Thursday" (totally ganked that from another blogger) Titled "Superman Stinks" (this is the first chapter in "How I Met My Hubby" So Stay Tuned!!!!

Back to how my husband rocks for this week. I want to tell a story about One Hundred and One ways my husband Loves me.

Now Jay and I may look like this perfect couple, and truth be told, right now, we are pretty close to it....we have never been so happy and sooo close. We have learned how to be selfless in our marriage, and that COMMUNICATION with one another AND the Lord are the most important things in a marriage EVER, EVERYTHING else falls into place after that.

Anyway like i said we have not always been this n'sync. There was a time where I felt like our marriage was falling apart. Being the selfish brat I was, i made it known when i wasn't happy by acting out or rebelling (by saying this im not referring to Jason as if he treats me like a child, but i SURE did act like one at times) or pushing him away, so Jason knew that it was time for him to express to me how much he REALLY did and does love me. As a guy, it was hard for him to meet my emotional needs, in my heart i knew he loved me......but outwardly it wasn't as obvious.

So one day he calls me up at work and tells me to go buy a new dress (at this point i am like already falling in love with him in a new and exciting way, i mean what husband does that??? GO BUY A NEW DRESS??? SAAA WEET) and to pack a bag for the night cause we are going to do something "special." So I head to Macy's and find the PERFECT black strapless dress (knee length) with a red ribbon that ties right above the waist line, and then head back to the house to pack an over night bag.

First he takes me to my FAVORITE place to eat, which happens to be "The Cheesecake Factory" Not just because of their yummy deserts, but also be cause their plates are ridiculously huge, and i may be a small girl, but i can totally throw down like nobodies business!!!

Then it was on swig a cute lil martini bar on the river walk, we hung out there for a while and had a few drinks before it was on to my real surprise!!!

So we end up at this FANCY schmancy hotel in Down town SA and just the look in the lobby itself was surprise enough for me, i could have parked it there all night long on those BIG leather couches and grand ceilings, BEAUTIFUL!!! So he sits me down in the lobby and tells me he will call me when he is ready for me to come up to the room. I sat there for a good thirty mins and that was fine with me because like i said this hotel was GORGEOUS.....CHECK IT OUT!!!
So then i get the call, and head up to room 207 (if i remember correctly) he comes out and blindfolds me.....hmmmm........then he leads me into the room, and just before he takes off the blindfold he tells me "I love you soo much that i decided to sit down and come up with 101 reasons why "

When he removed the blind fold it was the most BEAUTIFUL site i had EVER seen. There were (I KID YOU NOT) 101 beautifully lit candles, and by each candle was one reason (on a lil piece of paper) why he loved me.......*sigh*

Then he handed me a hand made card with a poem he had written on it (which is too personal to share) at the bottom it said pull here and when i did the piece i pulled out said "may I have this dance" He pressed play on a lil boom box and on came our song "I get carried away" by George Straight (song we danced to at our wedding) And for those of yall who know jay and his phobia of dancing, this was BIG!!! I bawled as i walked around to each candle and read the words written.....i made sure to read every last one.

THERE IS MORE!!!

Then he walked me into the bathroom where there was a bath drawn for me with rose petals and bubble bath.

When I awoke the next morning, he said, "here take this to the spa" "You have an appt waiting, i will see you when you are done"

WHAT??? DUDE!!!! I love him......

Couldn't you just die??

That's just ONE of the MANY reasons my husband rocks!!!!

SITS!!!

HI SITSTAS!!!

Thank you for visiting my blog, I LOVE makin new blogger buddies and finding new people to "blog stalk" I am honored that you would read my blogs and leave me comments!!! Yall are great!!! Remember if you want to take advantage of our blogaliciousness then make sure and click on the pink butterfly at the bottom of the page and then email us!!! We would love to make your site blogalicious!!! Again I am sooo thankful for you guys taking the time to read my stuff. And i cant wait to be able to check out your sites as well!!!!

For ME???

So I am seriously behind but better late than never.

I, yes me, was given an award by a sweet sweet blogger buddy of mine named Katy Lin.


This award is "dedicated to many who nourish and enrich the spirit and creativity. They see dedication, creativity, camaraderie, joy and above all, ART, much art. I wish that this prize is entertaining to all those bloggers and to bloggers who day by day share this space and enrich it a little more each day." ~Arte Y Pico

I am very honored that anyone would think i deserved this award......and so id like to pass it on to these inspiring women!!!

• Hallelujah Stories by Eileen (momma Key) and Caron

Eileen is like a second mom to me, in my high school years i practically lived at her house. I drained her of all her chocolate chip cookies and should have paid her for her Internet connection since she was one of the only ones who I knew that lived in the age of technology. I love her DEEPLY and owe her alot for the example of what a strong Christian mother and woman should be. Caron is her best friend. These two women have an amazing site dedicated to Gods miracles....I LOVE reading their stories!!!

• Showers From My Heart by Stacy

Stacy is a dear friend of mine who has stood next to me through some of my deepest struggles. She has prayed for me, and led me back towards the Lord when I had forgotten HE loves me no matter what. Stacy is VERY gifted in writing and expressing her heart. I highly encourage you to check out her blog. You wont be disappointed.

• Mindless Junque by Heather

Now I KNOW she has prob received about a million of these, but I LOVE her blog. You simply MUST read her blogs on how she met Papa Bear. They are amazing, and she has inspired me to write my own story about how i met my man. If im having a bad day all i do is click on her site and I know i will get a good laugh. Most days she has me ROLLING!! Thanks heather for being my new blogger buddy and for being sooo witty and fun. OH and lets not forget she and her friend Tiff created SITS BRILLIANT, just BRILLIANT i tell ya!!!!! They are the reason i have any comments at all!!!

• Stretch Marks by Melissa

Yes folks i am a blog stalker....i admit she prob doesn't even know i exsist!!! LOL and i also admit, even though i am learning (through SITS), that i stink at leaving comments!!! But if you are on my blog roll you have to know i visit your site often!!! Melissa is another one of those bloggers that I just cannot read while eating cause i just might choke!!!! Anyway thanks Melissa for crackin my up every flippin time i come to your site. YOU ROCK!!!

And last but NOT least by any means is:

• More of Him Less of Me by Mindy

Mindy and I went to High school together, she is an amazing wife and mother, and i am TRULY inspired every time I read her blog. She finds God in everyday simple things and I love reading her heart. I love to read about how you surrendered your life to the Lord, and the joy that Christs redemption has brought. Mindy has two BEAUTIFUL boys and is married to another friend of mine from High school, Jason, they are the sweetest family!!! Thank you Jason and Mindy for your ministry!!

Now that you have received this award here are the rules.


1. You need to choose 5 blogs you consider deserving of this award for their creativity,design, interesting material, and contribution to the blogging community regardless of the language.



2. Each award has to have the name of the author and a link to his/her blog to be visited by everyone.



3. Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that presented him/her with the award. I know it says this is a rule but I also know that not everyone likes to do this. I won't be hurt if you don't.



4. The award winner and the one who has given the award have to show the Arte Y Pico blog so everyone will know the origin of this award.



5. To show these rules.

Im alive....

I have survived!!!

And I just wanted to make a post about SYTYCD, this season seems to have the best dancers so far.....this dance REALLY touched me, I have a family memeber who has served in IRAQ and also a few friends, i cannot imagine how it feels to leave behind the ones you love. Or to be the one left behind. I was shocked that a hip hop routine could emit such emotion!! Props to the choreograpers!!!

Remeber to scroll to the bottom of this page to pause my playlist so you can hear the song in the video!!!

If only my teeth were REALLY wise.....

Sorry for the 5000 posts, but ive got to catch up....ive been gone for a week AND i get to enjoy the HORROR of my wisdom teeth being extracted tomorrow. OH joy...so it will be a few days before i can post anything else



speaking of my wisdom teeth....I only have 2.



"Why staci?? Why only two??" you ask



Well my dear sistas, and the 1.5 brothas that read this blog, i have done this before....yes I BRAVED the world of SCIREX and lived to tell the story!!



"Whats SCIREX Stac?"



SCIREX is.....well SCIREX is um HELL!!!



It is a place that you go to get tortured for money......yeah thats it.



Okay so really its a place that you give of your self for the studying of different pain medications........torture. pure torture. I DONT recommend it.



Have i amped up the story yet??



So Im this naive lil 21 year old back in good ole 2000, AND poor as dirt as most us young newly married folk are....and I had this BRILLIANT idea i was going to go get my wisdom teeth removed at SCIREX. At the time I made a whole 6 bucks an hour as our church receptionist, and my hubby was a manager for Petros Climbing Adventures where Im pretty sure he didn't make much more......so our total combined salary per year equaled less than average, lets just say we thought about applying for WIC when Logan was born.....not that that is terribly bad......:) AND neither of us had dental insurance......so naturally when you hear the words free AND compensated you really dont have a choice in the matter.....you just "take one for the team" which is exactly what i did......



I show up for the screening, and basically they ask you all those uncomfortable questions such as: "when was your last menstrual cycle" and "Do you take any illegal drugs" "When was the last time you smoked a cigarette" Im like "am i on candid camera....are my parents secretly taping this to find out how much of a sinner I REALLY am?? lol kidding..... Anyway that part went fairly smoothly, and I must admit i was hooked when they told me i would be receiving 450 dollars.....that was like winning the lottery....i actually had to keep my composure for fear i would freak the nurse out....but i was JUMPING up and down inside.



Moving right along.....i was told to have someone drop me off and then pick me up 24 LOOONG hours later (looking back this would be because i may have had some CRAZY reaction to these drugs they were testing on me, and may not have been able to drive, who does these things to themselves for money....i am SUCH a MORON!!!!) anyway, AND they tell you to bring ONE change of clothing and a tooth brush and THAT IS ALL FOLKS!!!



What they FAILED to tell me was that I should have had a check book as well, to pay for the IV sedation and or laughing gas (which is ironic cause this is NO laughing matter). Yeah um someone skipped a step in the process and did not tell me to bring cash or check so that I wouldnt have to listen to them RIPPING MY FLIPPIN TEETH OUTTA MY HEAD!!!! And just to make matters worse it had to be paid UP FRONT, so i had NO choice but to take the option three...........LOCAL ANESTHESIA!!!



"Are you freaking kidding me"



No, no im not.....



So im like "Stac, your a trooper, suck it up, you can do it!!!"

So....... that I did, I told the lady at the front with the sweetest smile i could muster....."OH, um, okay, yeah sure, thats fine, mmmhmm." "450 dollars staci, 450 dollars"



I hear my name being called, I walk to the room, and they tell me "Hi, Staci, Okay first we are going to go ahead and insert this IV, (okay side note I HATE IVS, they hurt like Hades, not to mention my veins SUCK so I usually have to have an IV specialist insert one, this became even more clear with this episode) only they decided (since they are apparently BRILLIANT) that they wanted to put it just below my bicep area..........yeah.......i know........all you nurses are saying "WHAT THE???" WHO DOES THAT.....i even said

"now im no nurse, but um....yeah.....WHY???"

And they proceeded to tell me it would make my "stay" more comfortable, because i was going to be having blood drawn every hour. First of all, all i really wanted to say was "no (insert choice word here) Sherlock" "what i meant was WHY are you putting an IV in my shoulder?"

But they tried anyway and what do you know.....

it didnt work....

However i got a nice souvenir, a soft ball sized bruise and looked like a heroin addict that couldn't use certain veins anymore so moved to more difficult ones.......

Anyway, im like "okay, really, it CANT get any worse RIGHT?" WRONG!!!

So then i see it....yeah IT, the big Bazooka sized needle.....GRRRREAT!!! He tells me, "Okay now this is going to sting a lil" A LITTLE?? ARE YOU JOKING!!! IM NOT FIVE!!!! IM NOT GOING TO RUN TO THE PRIZE BOX AFTER THIS, YOUR YANKING MY TEETH OUTTA MY HEAD FOR GODS SAKE!!!

Whats worse (dear God HOW can it get any worse) he POKES ME WITH THE NEEDLE IN THE FREAKIN LIP!!!! Which woulda been okay if i was getting my lips done, but IM NOT!!! GEEZ

By this point im contemplating getting up outta this chair, cold cocking him right in his chin and bee lining right outta there.....why i didnt.....i still ask myself that question.

There is some humor to this story, and that was when he proceeded to hand me some head phones and told me i could listen to some "music" would take the edge off......

BWAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA

DUDE your gonna have a DRILL in my mouth, im thinkin i wont be able to hear a darn thing, THANKS BUT....... NO!!!!!

SO THEN (theres more??? oh yes) He starts drillin, and i mean to tell you it was the worst noise i could possibly EVER listen to........and a few mins in the surgery my tooth pops up and almost goes down my throat.......FIGURES....oh but thats not the best part my friends.....his sidekick CAPTAIN IDIOT, decides to throw me in an upwards motion so as not to swallow the darn tooth, and Doctor Death FREAKS OUT, and starts screaming obscenities to his assistant which at this point if he hadnt i would have, i mean the guy had about a million tools in my mouth that could have sliced me open in a split second. HOLY CANOLI I thought i was going to be a witness to a murder the way he scolded her.

When all was done I was shuffled into a holding tank with about a bazillion other lab rats.....where we were forced to eat PB and J all night and watch each other drool....oh and lets not forget there was no sleep because of the hourly blood draining.......so they give you this "pain med" and a stop watch and if the pain ends you stop the watch....mine never stopped.....you see I got the placebo.............OMG!!!! I know you are shocked!!!! You must be right??? :) So i finally told one of the nurses, um yeeeah your gonna need to give me a rescue drug and a guarantee that im gonna get my 450 otherwise yall are D-E-A-D!!!

I was NOT a happy camper!!!

So the night was HORRIBLE with a capital H and when jay came to pick me up ON THANKSGIVING DAY i looked like a chipmunk with a deformation cause i only got two out....they only do two at a time......and that day sucked just as bad because who wants to watch their entire family pig out on Thanksgiving feast and be in sooo much pain you cant eat???

Did I mention I got a dry socket???

Now do you know why i am sooo thrilled to have this done???

*UPDATE*

Yes I am alive and well after visiting the best Dentist in the free world Dr. John Leland

So he gave me these two lil blue pills and all i remember after that was saying something to the affect of "im a lil sleepy is there somewheres i can go lay down?" Then I woke up at home at about 8pm to the lovely sounds of sibling rivalry!!! I am still in a lil pain....okay so i feel like i was punched in the jaw right below the ear.....however painkillers are my friend, they help me through the day, and keep a jolly smile on my face. :) see??

Seriously all is well and i couldn't have asked for a better oral surgeon, he even called to check on me....What a guy!!!

How do I Love thee.....

I love you because you love me for all my inadequacies, my mishaps, my mistakes, you love me for me.....

I love how you cant sit in silence, but you have to hum or make beat boxing noises.

I love how when you smile, you smile soo big that i cant see your eyes.......

I love how you snuggle up to me juuuust before I've fallin into a deep sleep and wrap me up and bring me close.

I love that you love Greys Anatomy, and how you love to decorate almost as much as i do.

I love how you smell (and that's saying something for the boy you are :) )

I love how your hair always stands straight up, unless wetted down.

I love how even when your tired, you still manage to scratch my back or play with my hair if that attention is needed.

I love how you take just as long as i do shopping :)

I love how you read to Logan before bed.

I love how you sing to Landon when he wants you to "Rock the baby" or read his thomas the train book for the hundred eleventyth time.

You truly are the most selfless and loving husband and father......

Happy Fathers Day my love......

My Heart

Sweet Baby Boy

Three Generations









My Love



Jason's Mom Dad and Brother Spencer

Tender Hearted Logan

My Husband Rocks Friday

Okay so heres the deal.....I headed to Steph's page just now and saw her "my husband rocks" entry, and remembered another entry on our new blogger buddy Katy lins page (SUP KATY).....so being the follower i am NOT!!!! (sorry thats just wrong not to mention nerdy) I thought I would go ahead and mention that my husband also ROCKS.....

Now, I dont have any flashy rings or buff bodies to show you, LOL (sorry steph i had too, but im so messin with ya) but I do however have the most tender hearted, God fearing, loving, sweet, sensitive husband on the face of the planet!!!

I had already decided after reading Heathers "how i met my husband" novel (which i love so much i am totally on the edge waiting for the next rendition) that I was going to write a novel of my own about how the Lord brought us together, so stay tuned cause it is a great story if i do say so myself. But because I want yall to know right away how amazing of a man he is, i will tell you a lil tid bit from today.

Okay so we are still in Florida.....but ive had just about all the sand/saltwater in the eye/sand in between my butt cheeks/screaming exhausted children that I can take. You stay at home Moms will understand why I laugh when people call this a vacation.....i mean a vacation to me would be on an island somewhere, with noone but me myself and I, where I could sleep for seven days without hearing "mom im hungry" "mom heeee puuuusssshed me" "Honey, wheres my (insert item of clothing here)" "babe could you rub my shoulders tonight" yada yada yada.....

As I was saying.....i have had it up to HERE with Florida....and i am sooo ready to come back to the comforts of home, so i am a tad bit cranky if you will. Not to mention I am the babysitter whilest every one else hangs on the beach.....so im throwin a tantrum knowing that I am going to be the one who has to change all the sheets on the beds, and do all the laundry hanging out on the front porch and laying on the floor, etc etc and I had just put Landon in his crib (screaming I might add cause he wants to read a Thomas the train book i have read to him until i cant read anymore) and I stomp off to put some laundry in the washing machine, when i return I hear silence, im like "dang he must have been tired" (if you know Landon he is a stubborn lil thing, and will scream till he gets what he wants) but then i hear a faded hum.......

I walk into the room that we have Landon in.....peek around the corner......and I see Jason cradling Landon in his arms singing Silent Night .....I know he sang that because he loved it so much as a child.

It is in moments like this....that all of that self pity fades....and I remember how truly blessed i am. There are not many men that are as tender towards their children as Jason is. He ALWAYS shows them the deepest affections, hugs, kisses, noseys......and he would be content to just hold either one of them in his arms all day long.....

Jason has not always been the man he is today(and trust me its not like he was EVER a bad husband) but I truly believe having children and prayer for my beloved has changed him in ways i cannot even explain. I have prayed in all the years we have been together (we have been together since 1994 and married since 2000) that God would mold him into an emotional man. I know some of you women could write a book on this matter. BUT, God has heard my crys. He is the man I was ALWAYS meant to be with.....EVERY single need that I have cried out to God for has been met.

See this is the thing girls, Men, they are not like us. Their emotions dont run as deep as ours do. I believe, because of all that I have been through with Jason, that God made it like this so that we would learn how to fervently pray for the men in our lives, and thus become closer to THE MAN that could love us like NO OTHER, Our TRUE father, our God........AMEN???

So anyway without any further ADO.....MY HUSBAND ROCKS TOO!!!!!

Helllloooo from Greyton Beach!!!

Good evening everyone,

Just thought I would give you all a taste of the amazing time my family and I are having here in Greyton Beach Florida. The skys are sunny and blue, the beaches are white with crystal clear water and we are LOVING it!!! I can truly say that I am having one of the best times of my life....i am exhausted from the endless days in the sun, but it is well worth it.

One of Jason's best friends family has a beach house just a walk away from the water, we have been coming here in the summer for years (first time since Landon's birth), in fact Jason used to spend time here as a kid.

Here is the house, and the picture that follows is me standing in front of the house but turned in the direction of the water.......

This is the first time Ni Ni has ever been to the beach, he was sooo amazed by the sand I dont think he looked up one time the first day we were here, he was constantly starring down at his lil feet.....

I had to take a picture of the houses that are on the beach, OMG they are beautiful, this area is just too die for......

The last time we came Logan was three almost four, i captured this amazing pic of him his first time on the beach, he was in awe.......

Here he is today doing almost the same stance, I had to hurry and capture it....maybe ill do it every time we come.........

And here are some of my favorite pics of the trip so far...............

My Handsome husband, i love him......

More to come..............

This post is a MUST

There are TWO things I simply MUST blog about before i leave for the white sunny beaches of Florida!!!

Number 1 Raise your hand if you were a pre teen in the early 1990's??

Okay now raise your hand if you had your entire room decorated and or plastered with NKOTB posters!!!

Okay now raise your hand if you still get twitterpated when you hear "PLEEEASE DOOONT GOOOO GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLL!!!! And you are sent RIGHT back to skirts with leggings and side pony tails. (I know you cant see me but im sooo raising my hand)

Okay now raise your hand if you would be super jealous to hear that Me and my friend are getting tickets to see them in Tejas in Oct.

Picture me in torn blue jeans and a faded NKOTB shirt of my friend Gianas, oh and lets not forget the black Charlie Chaplin hats that were popular back then, that you place on the side of your head that you DONT have a pony tail, screaming my everlivin head off!!! Thatll be me fo sho.....

You guys are soooo jealous!!!

You aint got to lie Craig, you aint got to lie........( i REALLY hope some of yall caught that)


Number 2 Something very disturbing yet terribly funny happened to me today....

Okay so I was on my way to get some last minute things from the store for our trip and I happen to notice a fairly nicely dressed man standing on the side of the road with a sign.....now I was having a heated discussion with my hubby (we wont get into this right now) and so its a wonder i even noticed.....but this guy was NO BUM, i know this cause it said so on his sign, and like i said before he was well dressed. Now his sign read something like this:

I AM NOT A BUM

MY FAMILY IS STRANDED

PLEASE HELP

GOD BLESS

Now I am SUCH a sucker for these people, I mean if you are in need you WANT me around for reals....I have a heart for hurting and needy people....its just in my dna i guess. So i tell my stupid i mean my sweet husband to hold on and i grab a 10 from my wallet....i figured it was fate cause I NEVER carry cash....AND i have adopted the idea that it doesnt really matter what these people do with the money because you are giving out of the kindness of your heart, and God will deal with them if they choose to use it for drugs alcohol etc. So anyway i roll down my window, motion him over and hand him the 10, while he proceeds to tell me "God Bless You" Im like "You too dude"

Anyway, I then drive on to my destination, run my errands and drive back towards the house when what do my wandering eyes appear, Why its a police car, with a man in hand cuffs, HEY THATS THE GUY I GAVE......WHAT THE???? Yes my dear friends, he was being arrested....and I trully thought "dude, maybe i can stop the car, hop out and run over there and grab my 10 real quick without pissing TOO many people off......ehhhhhh screw it!!!

This however proves that my adopted theory is true.....I can TOTALLY picture God being like

"OH HEEEEELLLL NA!!!

Medina Lake

So this past Sunday we joined my Dad and my four brothers for a wild and wackey day at Medina Lake, for those of you who do not know Medina lake it is about 30-45 mins away from San Antonio, if even that far....

Anyway, my Dad has a SUPER awesome boat, I am VERY jealous....but thank God im his daughter, and so as soon as warm weather hit San Antonio, I was on him about gettin his butt in gear and takin us out. Can I just say on this particular day the water was BEAUTIFUL!!! Here is a pic of it to make you seriously jealous!!! This is Jay and Logan gettin ready to tube it!!!

Meet Captin Adams....this is my Dad!!

Hey look here comes Shaun (my older brother)

This next picture is flippin halrious.....like i said "HEY, here comes Shaun".....hur??

And here is what we saw next...this is me trying to take a picture of Shaun as he got closer.....I was like yeeey shauns he........

Yeah um he soaked the crap outta us....basically one milla second after i took this picture all i saw was a wall of white water.....He spent the next 15 mins trying to throw our youngest brother off the jet ski, it was halarious....jake held on for dear life, and when he finally got him off he came of with him!!!

For those of yall who know us, we cant help but be goofy!!! Especially when there is a camera envolved.....oh and i should warn you, there is a serious hair fiasco going on here, i mean its kinda hard to not have that prob when the boat is going a katrillion miles an hour, so please dont think i am this careless with my hair....its just horrible....and i would NEVER let my husband walk outta the house with his hair all poofy like this....but it makes for some halarious pics!!

When jay put this on i could NOT keep from laughing out loud, the thing is, they are supposed to fit this way but they look terribly uncomfortable......FAT GUUUUUY IN A LIL COAT!!! Cheesen it!!
Heres my lil man all suited up to take on the tube.....I admitt i was terrified the whole time....i am the most paranoid mom you will ever meet....its sad i know.....

This pic is halarious, Logan got SO tired of me takin pictures of him when i said i wanted one of me and him he threw a fit!!! Here he is glareing at his Dad....

Then I finally convinced him, and it was the goofiest smile he could come up with of course.....i guess i deserve that since im always taking said pictures...

It was a WONDERFUL relaxing day, although I totally missed lil man Ni Ni (too paraniod to take him on the boat) Here we are minus one.....

Dance Recitals Shouldnt Have Clowns....

This past Saturday was a crazy day for me........

As ive mentioned before, I have worked for a Dance Studio, Jo Ann Neal Dance Studio, on and off since 99'. Ive have only taught classes until this year. I just have a hard time finding child care for Landon during the studio hours AND i AM almost thirty (elbow elbow) kidding. I still sub every now and again, but for now i am just workin the front desk, i can bring Landon when i do that....he basically just adds to the noise that is the front room where the parents and their "sweet sweet toddlers" wait for the older siblings.....its heaven.....and i figured WHY NOT?? I am already gonna be annoyed.....lol kidding, the moms are a RIOT, I have a BLAST catching up on the "gossip" they share.

Anyway, we had our annual Dance Rehearsal and Recital Friday and Saturday night, and can I just say......I would have rather been one of the teachers this year!!!!

Why Staci? Why would you want to be dancing on the stage and or sidelines dance after dance trying to remember "what the heck are the steps again?" OR suffer masses of humiliation when one of your students doesn't show up and you have to squeeze into a 9 year olds costume and perform the dance all the while noone besides the kids in the dance notice that your not a nine year old (i have NO chest, that must be the problem) OR suffer the stress of several of your classes blacking out cause they have stage fright and you have to be the one to say "they did it fine in class" WHY would you want to do that to yourself????

WHYYYY you ask?

Because dealing with all that is MUCH MUCH easier and less stressful than dealing with the PARENTS of the children in the show. Im serious!!!

This year I was a stage hand.....i was just part of the "staff" I even had a black shirt with the word "staff" on the sleeve....if i were workin a concert i would be the one keeping you off stage, a bouncer if you will. I know yall a picturing lil ole me with my chest pushed out and my arms folded!!! Anyway in this case i wasn't dealing with groupies I was dealing with stage moms....

I mean really do you people not know how to follow directions???? Its slightly ridiculous.....heres the thing, before the recital Joann made it clear if you are a "stage mom" (these are the moms chosen to stay with all the kiddos in the particular class, i mean we cant have EVERY mom on the stage other wise what would be the point to having a recital) anyway she told them after their particular dance they needed to take the kids to the rehearsal hall and wait with them until the intermission and then the parents would come to get them. And to NOT take them ANYWHERE else........and what do they do??? I just cannot tell you how many frantic mothers came to me to ask "where in the world is Carmen Sandiago" And if you know me, im not good with confrontation.....i didnt say i was scared of it, i said i wasnt GOOD at it. I usually let my mouth talk before my mind works.....its a disease.....anyway im the nicest person you will ever meet, but if you make me mad.....i might say some insulting things or you may leave having your ego crushed. I thought i might mention if you are full of yourself, you are immediately on my list.....i cant stand it.

And then there was the clowns.......yes i said clowns...........oh lord the clowns. Okay so Joann will occasionally dress up as a clown and visit the sick children in hospitals to give out candy and sorts, which i think is great.....and she has come across some fellow clowns in her time. And she decided it would be cute to do a clown dance of sorts. So meet Bebop:

She looks nice enough dont you think? (sorry this is the only pic i could find of her, and this really does not do her justice....)

Okay now pretend your a child again and Bebop decides to plop down. In a chair. In the corner of the room. All alone. Watching you.


Would you freak???

Thats what I thought.

So now not only am i running around looking for lost children, but i am also trying to figure out a way to tell Bebop that shes going to need to park her clown arse somewheres else(remember im not "good" with confrontation) .....i mean really, i thought the stage moms were clueless....your a clown for Gods sake, not everyone thinks your cute......i would venture to say AT LEAST HALF the population of the world has NIGHTMARES about you BEBOP!!!!

I say something to the effect of "Bebop, I can call you that right??" "Okay, um yeeeeeah (office space) your scaring the hell outta that lil girl there that is, um, WRAPPED IN A DAMN TOWEL so that she doesnt have to look at your scary arse!!!" "You think maybe we should move you into another room, saaaay, one with NO CHILDREN??"

Bebop was very nice, and agreed, but not before asking me for some asprin......hmmm....hangover much? What is it with drunken clowns? I mean she MUST have been to miss the fact that about 70 katrillion children were running and hideing behind the "stage moms" SHEEESH!!!!

And lets not forget that the running theme of this years recital was MARY POPPINS....OH JOY, BRING ON ALLLLLLLL the people dressed as jack n the boxes and Dolls and Toy Soldiers and CLOWNS...wait there werent clowns in Mary Poppins?? WELL THERE WERE IN THIS RENDITION.....can you see me running around hiding clown people from scared children?? Not to mention one of the clowns being JOANN herself......im like FOR REAL PEOPLE??? ARE YALL MENTAL?? Who doesnt know clowns are scary....

The recital went off well, but not for lack of lots of stress on my part.....so SHOUT OUTS to all the stage hand people we never see.......yall rock.....and I QUIT!! LOL kidding

The BIGGEST Day of My Life

There is sooo much I could say about my wedding pics, some good some bad.....first of all the people i used SUCKED.....they had just begun their photography business, and it seemed everyone elses pics were fabulous accept for ours.......

Mind you I was the bride...yep that was me in the white dress....you know the one who had to walk down the isle...the one who had 5 months to plan her wedding.....the one who cried almost everyday from the stresses of having NINE bridesmaids and NINE grooms men, oh and lets not forget that the groom to be was a HUGE help!!! As they always are!!!! So when the big day came, the last thing i am thinking about is the photographers job.......to make a long story short, i didnt even get picts with my inlaws, my grandparents, i got ONE count them ONE pic with my brothers and sister. ITS JUST SAD.

Now there are a few good shots, and since so many fun, crazy, sweet, and amazing moments happened that day, I though i would just let yall in.....and i love to reminisce....its fun!!!

These are the Guys, the three lil ones in the front are my lil bros....are they not the cutest lil ushers and ring barer youve ever seen? Jay is number 500 from the right....hahaha kidding he is the 5th guy from the right.

And here are my gals.....this pic cracks me up because it proves my point in that two out of my nine bridesmaids are yelling at the photographer!!! Everyone else looks scared that Laviana is gonna step outta line and break someones nose....please dont kill me freaky lavi!!!! Stac (second from right) is obviously oblivious to the whole thing, shes just happy as can be....gotta love er!!

Here's Me and my Dad, and there are no pics on the comp of me and my mom, i downloaded all of these from my dads site, my mom looked fab....as did many other family members that didnt even get photographed!!! Anyway, sorry mom and tpa and sister!!!

These are my four brothers, Shaun (the oldest, then me, then Barret (glasses) Zack (the cute blonde one) and Jake (the holy terror standing on the bench)

This is jakey joe bobareebus......I feel sorry for my dad right about now cause he is now an official "teen" He is the kid that would wake up at the butt crack of dawn, stand on a stool, and blow a whistle just for kicks......this was when i was a teen.....can i just say i was not a happy camper on the weekends.....He is def a wild one, but hilarious!!!

This lil harry potter lookin fellow is my brother Barret whom i wrote about here....i cant believe how much he has grown in these eight years.....yes i know i dont look that old....i got married in good ole 2000!! My brothers are MUCH bigger now.

This is sooo typical, the two younger bros are fighting and then older is saying through his teeth "shut the H-E-double hockey sticks up already"

My nervous feet!!

Walking into the world of marital bliss!!!! OH JOY!!! if i had known then what i know now.....hahhahaha kidding...

Does anyone else notice the look of terror on my face??

Kissing my Dad goodbye....

This is where i pledged to love him for life.....

The rings, which unbenounced to me my brother dropped halfway through the service, i was lost in deep thought..... Okay just let me say, I didnt have a traditional wedding, as im sure youve realized....what with my crazy hair that my aunt SWEARS i will one day regret.....we had a fabulous multimedia event, there was a video of jay and I together, and baby pics....after we said our vows, and even before our final kiss my good friend John and one of my closest bestest friends Steph, you may know her from Live.Laugh.Love, sang the song "Everything I do" by bryan adams, which was all sang while a video of the Crucifixion of Jesus played on the side screens.....WHAT??? you might be saying, well Jay and I grew up and met in the church youth group....we believe in Jesus and that his death on the cross was enough to save us.....we have many family and friends that do not believe the same thing....so naturally we took this opportunity to show them that Everything Jesus does (just like everything Jason does is for me) is for them..... so needless to say it was a loooong service, but interesting....however not only did my lil bro drop my ring, one of the flower girls locked her knees and almost passed out, if it wasnt for her mom noticing she was lookin a tad green and dizzy, she would have.....

Finally the Kiss

And the announcement

Mr And Mrs.

Now lets Party!!!!

Wedding Party Before a few drinks at the reception...

And the wedding party after!!!! There are just waaaay too many observations in this photo.....too many to list.

All I know is someone said the words Nsync and Bye Bye Bye.....although i cannot explain the face.....maybe i need to work on my dance expressions....

The first dance, which im sure most of you know I thought would NEVER happen, jay is NOT fond of dancing!!!! And I am not exaggerating

The daddy dance which my father had all planned out, he picked a song out special for me, it was not an easy song to get through without crying....take a listen.....first grab the tissues.... Oh and please excuse the "charmed" video that someone made....im highly disturbed that someone was such a fan of this show that they would take the time to do this....anyway just listen to the words...oh and be sure to pause my music at the bottom of this page......its worth it!!!

Would you look at this!!! It is a God given MIRACLE!!! TWO dances in one night??? I was shocked!!

And now, the cake, its beautiful isnt it??

And now ME with the beautiful cake in my FACE!!!! Notice how i was knocked completely OUT of the picture.....can this be considered spousal abuse???

After the cake fiasco there was PLENTY of other types of shenanigans, such as throwin back some bruski, and or gettin plastered...My Dad and brother took this opportunity to let loose.....exhibit A. and B

Which explains the crazy drunken toast my Dad performed where he eluded that my inlaws did nothing to help.......exhibit A and B

Yes that is everyone laughing and turning to see the reaction on my inlaws face......sorry Dad, I had too!!!

Even the young ones had a lil too much to drink if you know what im sayin heh heh(elbow elbow)

All in all it was a fabulous day that i will cherish for life!!! Oh and lest you think our photographer was good i just like to complain....check out the bag in the seat in front of jay and I, the only pic i have to remember us leaving the event....um yeah....its full of contraceptives!!!!!

Best pic taken the WHOLE wedding is of the two flower girls.....it is actually featured to this day on their site, and no others from my wedding, because they realized they did such a crappy job....and NO i wont give you their site for fear you will use them and get a wonderful set of pictures and i might have to punch someone....it would be messy...i wont put you through that;)!!

We are Blogaliciously ready.....

Okay Ladies, gents, blogger, friends, family.....go find the butterfly at the bottom of my page and ask us to get to makin your blog BLOGALICIOUS!!!!

BAAAAM!!

I have a love hate relationship with carrot cake,

God bless but darn my mimaw for bringing this over, its just WRONG, WRONG I tell you!!!!!!

So you wanna be Blogalicious????

Hey Family, Friends, and Fellow Bloggers!!! Today we will be releaseing our blog design site

Please stay tuned!!!! In the mean time if you are interested, you may leave a comment here and I will send you the link ASAP.....otherwise check back and you will see a link soon!!! I am sooo excited about being able to serve you guys in the near future!!!

So You Think You Can Dance

When I was little one of my favorite things to do was go on road trips with my mi maw and pi paw....the cool thing about it was they had an RV, so basically it was like being in a moving house.....I had LOTS (well not LOTS) of room to move about....I could almost do a cartwheel if I was careful enough.

Mind you, this was in the late 70's early 80's when there were no cassette tape players or CD players so if we wanted to listen to some jams we would have to bust out Mi maws eight track player!!!!

There was this one eight track tape that I would make my Mi maw play over and over.....I don't remember the Title of the Tape but it was a compilation of several popular songs, my favorite being "The Ballerina Dancer" . Here is a You Tube Video of the song, listen to it because I'm sure it will bring back memories for many women!!!

Anyway, I don't quite remember there ever being a particular time where I saw a ballerina or dancer on TV and thought "hmmm, this is what i want to be" It was almost as if it was in my blood in my DNA.....I was meant to dance, or at least have a passion for it. Immediately when i heard this song I put my lil arms in fifth position (in a circle above my head) and turned round right round baby right round, like a record baby...oops, that's the 80's music in me....sorry....anyway i turned round and round and round. So as most parents do, soon after I was enrolled in classes....I took at various Dance Studios, but it did matter because if i wasn't taking class somewhere, I was watching /recording someone dancing on TV and then playing it back so as to learn the moves..... i will occasionally still do that.

Anyway, so when "So You Think You Can Dance" premiered 4 years ago, I was HOOKED!!! I'm not really in to watching the audition process, sometimes....rarely I will, and sometimes I can't help but laugh. But just like American Idol, it upsets me to watch them crush ones dreams, or confidence just to acquire ratings, it is disgusting to me how they will tear someone down with their words. But I love when they have come to the top 20 dancers....10 men/ 10 women from all different backgrounds of dance. They basically have them learn and perform with a partner the various styles, and then America votes.

Now I have danced all my life, when I joined Dance Team the summer before my sophomore year in High School they had just started introducing a style of dance called "contemporary" or "modern" I WAS NOT a fan. Number one it is the most difficult style of dance I have EVER attempted, and sometimes (and this was then) I thought they looked a bit like they had torettes (spelling??) syndrome. This is because you sometimes have to throw yourself across the dance floor....literally!! I always had a difficult time at it, I didn't get it......truth be told i quit dance team my senior year because the sponsor we had was ALL ABOUT IT!!!(I had a few other reasons for quiting, but mainly this) She even tried to get us to do it on the field if i remember correctly......"UH aren't we supposed to entertain the crowd, not put them to sleep" I thought. I have taught on and off for years at "Jo ann Neal Dance Studio" and would even avoid teaching a class that was anything close to contemporary, cause I could'nt stand it.

As time went on, and as I got to know this particular style, I started to "get it" Contemporary Dance is ALL ABOUT emotion, it is dancing your heart out.....when you walk off that floor, it is left behind.....watching this show has awakened this passion inside of me....because it proves the above statement is true....sometimes the judges are left speechless.....but not tearless!!!

I wanted to post a few of my favorite moments over the past few years.....I ask if you do not understand or "get" this style of dance, that you watch with an open heart....pretend the dancers are telling a story with their bodies....if you do that, you will not have dry eyes.....I promise!!!

Enjoy!!! If you are going to watch any of these videos please scroll to the bottom of my page and press pause so you dont have to hear my music on top of the videos music!!! And the audience screaming can get pretty annoying, just ignore :)!!!

How You Like Me NA

YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! We figurged it out!!!! Now my sight looks normal in IE AND mozilla!!! Hope you can now say, MAN that staci is one talented blog designer.....:)