Today's Distraction

Still Laughing

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 13:54:00 +0000

You know how sometimes you have the perfect comeback or the perfect line at the perfect moment and maybe it only makes sense in that place and time but in that place and time it is BRILLIANT (or so it seems to you)?

I'm still cracking up over one of those moments from this week. I'll probably come back to this in a few weeks and read it and think "That's not funny; that's just stupid." But I don't care. Today I still think I was HILARIOUS. And I don't often think I'm hilarious in all caps.

We were talking about the cemetery that Donald Trump plans to build next to his high-end golf course and Bobby Mitchell wondered aloud if The Donald would be buried there and if his hair would be buried next to him.

My line: "His hair isn't going to be buried. It's going to be frozen in case they find a cure for it in the future."

Sorry. Still cracking myself up.

Running Into My Fat Jeans

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 12:55:00 +0000

Last year at this time I started training for the October Detroit Free Press marathon and actually got myself up to running four miles at a stretch until I suddenly went back to work full time which brought pretty much all exercise to a sudden screeching halt as I have to get up at 3:20 am (but I am NOT complaining! LOVE this job!).

This year I decided to try again, but have lowered my sights a little and am shooting for the half-marathon because I still need to nap occasionally. I bought an app that tells me how long to run every day and I've been running about 7 miles a week and all I have to show for it are tighter pants.

That's right. Tighter pants. What the what?

How is this fair or right or even possible? My eating has remained about the same yet my thighs are straining the material of my jeans and I may or may not have had to undo the button on my pants one recent morning when I was feeling particularly uncomfortable.

Is this lactic acid? Am I sleep-eating? Am I going to be a size 22 by the time October rolls around? Do I keep running?

Help!

The Golden Globes

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 22:03:00 +0000

10:55 pm - Best Picture Drama = The Descendants. Yay George again! Oh, and Alexander Payne.

10:48 pm - Yay George! Clooney wins Best Actor Motion Picture Drama.

10:41 pm - The Artist wins Best Picture Comedy or Musical and Penelope Ann Miller is welcomed into the Spray Tan Gang.

10:35 pm - Why does Meryl Streep always act so shocked? It's almost Taylor Swift-ish. And is she wearing a Country Western formal gown? I'm so confused.

10:19 pm - Great acceptance speech, Modern Family. Thank you for planning ahead.

10:16 pm - Why was Ricky Gervais bleeped?

10:14 pm - Martin Scorcese wins Best Director for Hugo. I love his eyebrows. They should have their own sitcom.

10:05 pm - Morgan Freeman interrupts his own speech to say "Hi Elton." I guess we all would.

9:54 pm - Ok, I love Reese Witherspoon, but A) her dress doesn't fit at the top, B) she can barely walk in it, and C) her hair looks like she just had sex backstage. WTH?

9:45 pm - Truly happy for Matt LeBlanc. Episodes is fabulous and he deserves to win.

9:43 pm - Tina Fey, that is not your dress.

9:42 pm - Bad hair, Emily Blunt. That's all I'm saying.

9:26 pm - What is Mary J Blige so pissed about? Is it because Tina Fey is wearing the same dress? She just looks sour every time the camera captures her.

9:23 pm - How friggin' cute are William H. Macy and Felicity Huffman?

9:22 pm - I can't decide if I love or hate Nicole Kidman's dress. Because it's one or the other.

9:15 pm - Is that Michelle Pfeiffer sitting with the Speilbergs?

And let's keep track of the tragic spray tans: So far I have Jessica Alba and Rob Lowe. Who am I missing?

9:10 pm - Why did Amanda Peet put her glasses on? It doesn't look right. I refuse to believe she can't see without them.

9:01 pm - Seth Rogen is so funny.

Michelle Williams wins Best Actress Motion Picture. I've heard she's fabulous as Marilyn Monroe. I really need to see more movies.

8:52 pm - WHO was the woman from Turkey with the Flock of Seagulls hairdo? Who? Why? We're so confused!

8:51 pm - Madonna wins best song and Elton John looks really sad. They're trying to play her off and she's ignoring the music. Awesome.

8:47 pm - Best Score, The Artist. Did he say "I'm sorry I'm French." or "I'm sorry, I'm French."? Big difference.

8:35 pm - Best Actor TV Series Drama - Kelsey Grammar. Nice short speech.

Best TV Series Drama - I don't watch any of these shows! But congratulations Homeland. I'm sure you are fabulous and I'm totally missing out.

8:25 pm - Kate Winslet wins Best Actress Mini-Series. I want to know who her date is. Is it that Branson nephew? And she gets played off! Hysterical!

8:13 pm - Ashton Kutcher has cleaned himself up. Yay, Tina Fey for getting in on Amy Poehler's camera shot.

Laura Dern wins Best Actress TV Series. I like her green dress. It reminds me of Christmas.

8:10 pm - Best Supporting Actor - Christopher Plummer for Beginners.

Long speech and he thanked someone for martinis. His wife looks great. Can't believe they waited instead of playing him off.

8:07 pm - Ricky Gervais was funny, but seemed a little restrained. Until he asked Johnny Depp if he's seen The Tourist yet. And Johnny Depp dyed his hair waaaaay too dark. And when did he get an accent? He sounds like Madonna.

8:00 pm - Time for the show! Yay!

7:53 pm - My friend Pam just pointed out that many of the dresses have an 80s feel to them. We're not fans.

7:40 pm - The girls from Glee need some help. Diana Agron's dress ("laser cut swans!") looks like it went through the shredder and Lea Michelle's dress looks more like body paint.

Madonna is wearing an odd dress and has Popeye forearms.

7:35 pm - David Duchovny and Jessica Chastain have the same hairstyle. That must be embarrassing for them.

7:33 pm - Why are Reese Witherspoon and Jimmy Fallon together?

7:31 pm - Heidi Klum is wearing big turquoise jewelry with a gown. It does not like right. Nicole Kidman is in a light purple pharoah's tomb/bondage dress.

7:28 pm - Sarah Hyland's dress is lovely. Mila Kunis looks a little off. She looks like she's wearing last night's makeup and her black dress is sheer in some weird places.

There is a lot of blush on the red carpet. What is that about? I like Kate Beckinsale's version. It's got some bling on it.

7:17 pm - Angelina Jolie's dress is very satiny and very fitted and looks like she stuck a red cocktail napking in the top of it. And her lipstick matches the cocktail napkin perfectly. She and Brad Pitt obviously have projects to promote because they stopped and talk to Ryan Seacrest. Remember just a few years ago when he chased them down the red carpet and they acted like they couldn't hear him? Bahahahahaha!

7:13 pm - Charlize Theron's pale pink low cut dress is pretty except for the oversized square bow on the waist. What the what? And speaking of what the what....what the what is Salma Hayek wearing? It looks 1980s. It also kind of looks like a building. Like her dress is a Transformer.

7:06 pm - I like Kristen Wiig's simple peachy low-cut gown but I wish it had a little more color. It would just be more striking. She looks great and I love it when comediennes glam it up.

7:00 pm - I like Zooey Deschanel's green into black sparkly dress except for the white mini-clown collar around the top. It kinda ruins it for me.

6:59 pm - I like Jane Lynch's black halter dress, but no matter what she wears her breasts always look too low.

6:57 pm - I'm usually not a fan of one-shoulder, but Viola Davis looks incredible in a dark rust-colored dress.

6:55 pm - I'm not sure about Jesse Tyler Ferguson's tux. He kinda looks like he's going to be playing the piano later. And I'm NOT loving Zachary Levi's beard. I don't care if Chuck is over. You still need to look like Chuck.

6:47 pm - Julie Bowen is dressed and styled like a Disney princess.

6:46 pm - What is on the back of Rooney Mara's dress? From what I can see it looks like someone attached a black tulle flower to it. I wonder if she knows.

6:43 pm - Sophia Vergara looks gorgeous, but I'm over those mermaid bottom dresses.

6:38 pm - Diane Lane is ridiculously impossibly gorgeous. Why doesn't she age?

6:36 pm - Sarah Michelle Geller let her two-year old pick out her dress. Obviously.

6:30 pm - What's with all the Dallas housewife hair? (Jessica Chastain). Though I kinda don't mind Nicole Richie's interpretation with a ponytail.

Oooh, just saw the back of Shailene Woodley's dress and wish I'd seen the front.

6:24 pm - I love Melissa McCarthy, but she looks like she's wearing her grandmother's dress and hairdo.

6:14 pm - Piper Perabo is wearing the HUGEST dress! It looks like one of those tents you get your kids to play in!

6:12 pm - Ryan Seacrest is talking to George Clooney and Stacy Keibler (or "the other Stacy" as I like to call her). A) Stacy is taller than George, B) George picked out her dress C) she looks pretty (grumble grumble).

6:04 pm - George Clooney just arrived. Don't the big stars usually show up at the last minute?

5:50 pm - 'Whose tat?' .... really?

5:40 pm - Giuliana just said "Who is going to win the Red Carpet?" There's a Red Carpet award now? Good grief.

5:05 pm - Watching Countdown To The Red Carpet on E!. I hate to speak ill of someone's who's BEEN ill, but Giuliana Rancic's dress looks like it's trying to choke her.

And I'm not saying this show is lacking in content, but some roving reporter just teased "I'll tell you which actress got her nails done THREE TIMES this week in preparation for tonight's show!" And George Kotsiopoulos is treating celebrity women like paper dolls by picking out designer dresses for them and Photoshopping them on them. Kelly Osbourne and Giuliana keep cooing "Good choice."

Live From My Couch

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 14:14:00 +0000

Check back here Sunday evening, I'll be live-blogging the Golden Globes. I'll cover everything from the Red Carpet, the reporting on the Red Carpet, Ricky Gervais, and all the speeches.

Things Overheard At The Nail Salon

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 22:17:00 +0000

"He has asthma, or something. It's like Autism."

This was from the woman who loosely described the plot of 5 independent films, 3 made-for-Lifetime movies, and 4 books to her poor, unsuspecting manicurist who may or may not speak English. Or who may have been pretending not to understand English so he wouldn't have to comment. She totally butchered the plot of The Hunger Games ("After the world ends, people all divide up into tribes and then the kids all meet once a year to fight"), and obviously has no clue about what constitutes asthma OR autism, so I'm guessing that most of the details she gave were incorrect/embellished/just plain wrong.

But she was entertaining. And she was something to listen to in an otherwise quiet salon. The owner argued with his client about the price of her manicure and pedicure off and on the whole time he was working on her, and the very nice woman who gave me a manicure spoke such poor English that I'm still not sure whether her husband was put away or whether he passed away and hope that I conveyed the correct amount of sympathy.

Lost Guitar Picks And Good Samaritans

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 14:02:00 +0000

My daughter has started a fundraising effort to raise money for her class trip to France AND recycle used gift cards and hotel keys. (You can read about it here, if you're interested) Aaron, who owns 2 Fat Guys & A Pipe in Allen Park, MI offered to sell some of her guitar picks in his store, so Alicia put five packages in an envelope and mailed them off.

Then Aaron let me know that the envelope, and Alicia's thank you note, arrived, but the envelope was open and the picks were missing. So I did what we all seem to do today; posted it on Facebook.

Totally let down by the U.S. Postal Service today. They lost the Picks by Guitarishy my daughter sent to a store.

Apparently I have a Facebook friend, "Dave," who works for the USPS. "Dave" asked for all the info and said he would do some checking. When he couldn't find them, he sent me the info on how to file a loss report.

We hear a lot about the "power" of social media. But all social media does is empower good people, like "Dave" and Aaron. Sure, without social media they never would have heard of my daughter and our situation. But they didn't have to step up.

I think the "power" of social media is that it gives people the opportunity to be heroes in a grander scale than they already are. I have no doubt that Aaron and "Dave" are helpful and heroic on a daily basis. And that no one ever hears about it. Given the opportunity to be bigger and better, they took it.

I must admit, I don't always take those opportunities. But I will now. I've been inspired by the generosity of two "friends" I don't really know, and I plan to be the same kind of hero for someone else that they've been for me. That is the real "power" of social media.

Going Green

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 22:27:00 +0000

An Open Letter To The Person At The Office Who Decided To Put Used Paper In The Copy Machine:

Since you did not know to put the printed side down I had to reprint 30 pages of prep material. And it wasted ink.

Fail.

Stacey

Disturbing

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 22:20:00 +0000

My son brought this home from art class. "It's what I'd look like if I was a pig."

The Bachelor Is Stealing My Ideas

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 21:32:00 +0000

Are you watching The Bachelor tonight?

I am. Because apparently they read my blog and have no qualms about stealing my ideas.

In June 2009 I wrote this post about my intention to attend a local Bachelor casting call as a sassy old lady and if you've seen any of the 40 million promos for tonight's show (including the one with the unfortunate proposal to the chick with the unfortunate bangs) you must have seen that one of the 25 bachelorettes showing up tonight is A SASSY OLD LADY!

Kudos on the addition of the crutches, ABC and Woman Who Stole My Idea. Well played.

What I Learned While Ringing The Bell

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 14:34:00 +0000

This past weekend employees of my radio station, WOMC, scattered around metro Detroit to man kettles for The Salvation Army. I don't know about you, but when I leave a store I'm A) frequently in a hurry B) usually distracted and C) don't want to be judged so, unless I have specifically planned to donate and have some change or singles at the ready I find myself ducking and running past the Red Kettle and its attendant. I can't afford to donate every single time I walk by a kettle and I'd feel like an idiot saying "I donated yesterday.' But here's what I learned.

1. There's no judging. I could tell when people were avoiding looking at me and let me assure you, there's no need. Sure it's nice when people stop and donate but a smile or even eye contact is just as good.

2. You can tell the Bell Ringer that you've already donated without looking like an idiot. I loved it when people told me; it gave me the chance to say "Thanks for your support. Happy Holidays!"

3. You get lots of different reactions to the question "Would you like a kiss?" Yes, I was handing out Hershey's Kisses. I'm not above bribing people. And yes I did hand out real pecks on the cheek to anyone who was brave enough to ask for one.

Set Straight By My Son

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 13:54:00 +0000

Last night my son and I had to have what I call the Save Yourself talk. I've been giving my daughter this talk for years and it boils down to "when your friends are making bad choices, save yourself." Now, my daughter is a caring girl but my son is really a sensitive soul. And every time I tried to bring my point home he would try and offer an example where he could do the opposite of what I advised.

My last scenario: you're at a party and kids are drinking and your best friend decides to stay. Save yourself.

Son: Can I tell him we should leave?

Me: Yes, but if he makes a bad decision to stay you have to still leave.

Son: What if I see other people I know? Can I tell them they should leave?

Me: Well, yes. Once. But don't wait for anyone. You can't save the world. No one can.

Son: Everybody can, mom, but not everybody will.

Let's Turn Charity Work Into A Competition Shall We?

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 11:36:00 +0000

The staff here at WOMC is teaming up with the Salvation Army and Kroger this weekend and I'm turning it into a competition. So, friends, if you are planning on getting some groceries in the Bloomfield area this weekend please do it on Saturday between 1 pm and 2 pm and bring a few coins to drop in my kettle. My goal is to get that thing so full that it breaks the tripod thingy that holds it up. Ok, maybe not. How about just needing a fresh kettle at 2 p.m. because mine is so. very. stuffed.

Here's the Kroger stores where you can find us on Saturday:

Bobby Mitchell – Maple & Lahser in Bloomefield @ 10:00am

Stacey DuFord – Maple & Lahser in Bloomfield @ 1:00pm

Bob Schuman – Garfield & Canal in Clinton Twp @ 1:00pm

Jim Johnson – Maple & Lahser in Bloomfield @ 12:00pm

Beau Daniels – Carpenter Rd in Ypsilanti @ 9:00a

Dave Fuller – Eureka Rd in Southgate @ 2:00pm

Boogie Brian – Dix & Southfield in Lincoln Park @ 12:00pm

Other Staff Locations & Times:

Lisa Thorn – Canton Center Rd in Canton @ 1:00pm

Leslee Faulkner – Canton Center Rd. in Canton @ 11:00am

Kimberly Hard – Crescent Lake & Highland Rd in Waterford @ 1:00pm

Jean Harding – 23 & Hayes @ 10:00am

Rhonda Brooks - 8 Mile & Farmington in Livonia @ 1:00pm

Tony Prainito – 13 & Woodward in Royal Oak @ 8:00am

Sara Finlayson – 8 Mile & Pontiac Trail in South Lyon @ 11:00am

Laura Robinson – 18 Mile & Dequindre in Sterling Heights @ 7:00am

Scott Buie – 6 Mile & Haggerty in Northville @ 10:00am

Oliver Wolcott – Ann Arbor & Sheldon in Plymouth @ 11:00am

Maureen Barkume – 13 & Woodward in Royal Oak @ 9:00am

Donna Autry – Lapeer Rd & Indian Wood in Lake Orion @ 11:00am

Suzanne Belanger – 8 Mile & Pontiac Trail in South Lyon @ 1:00pm

My Apologies To The Meter Reader

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 12:39:00 +0000

I ran home yesterday to fit in a workout before a busy afternoon. I decided I didn't have enough time (i.e. too lazy) to run so I decided to pull up a workout video from On Demand and work on my abs. I took off my clothes then thought "I'm in my bedroom. I'm home alone. Why bother putting on another set of clothes that I'm just going to have to take right off?" and proceeded to complete the 12-minute ab video in just my underwear.

It wasn't until I was halfway through the 18-minute kickboxing video that I looked outside and saw the woman with the clipboard in my backyard.

I'm going to choose to continue to believe that she didn't see me, that her eyebrows are naturally that high, and that her eyes are always that big.

Halloween

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 11:57:00 +0000

We went to a Halloween party last night and my son's costume is Santa Claus this year. It's pretty hilarious. Especially when we walked into a room set up as an evil lab with a Frankenstein-like robot monster chopping away at an alien-like corpse to the sounds of eerie music and flashing purple strobe lights. We stood there for a moment, then a kid popped out from under the table - "Boo!" - to frighten us. My son didn't miss a beat.

"Looks like someone's on the naughty list this year."

Too Exhausted To Be Distracted

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 21:20:00 +0000

I know.

I have a responsibility to keep writing despite my exhaustion.

But I don't feel witty or clever.

Not that I normally feel witty and clever.

Bu right now

I feel negative witty and clever.

And so,

to my eight loyal readers,

I apologize

for my lack of presence

and this shabby near-poem.

Please check back once school starts.

I. Love. September.

Concerts and Construction

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Sun, 17 Jul 2011 13:14:00 +0000

You might want to avoid me.

You see, I found out a few weeks ago that I will be on stage helping to introduce Steve Miller for the Woodward Dream Cruise Benefit Concert on August 7 and even though I've been (mostly) vegan for two years now I have managed to hang on to every pound from my meat-and-cheese eating days by overindulging in things like avocado and (especially) french fries.

Mmmmmmm, french fries.

Sorry. So I quit eating fried food (ALL fried food) two weeks ago in an effort to not embarrass myself in front of the Steve Miller crowd and, really, I feel like it's only fair that I should have dropped about five pounds by now but even though I haven't really weighed myself I don't think I've lost ANY weight so I'm trying to exercise more so now I'm sore and craving french fries and generally just miserable to be around.

And even though I'm crowd-phobic I like my husband so I accompanied him to two concerts this weekend. We saw Cheap Trick on Friday night at the Motor City Sound Board and Steely Dan last night at The Fox and while both shows were GREAT I was reminded of my eventual plan to run for public office on the platform of public seating by head size and, ladies, if you are trying to compensate for being short or having a small head by wearing extra large hair the hair WILL be measured and counted and you will be moved back a few rows and, men, neck size WILL be included because sometimes I can sit behind a tall, large-headed man and manage to find some kind of viewing area in that space between his head and shoulders but not if he has an extra thick neck or, basically, no neck at all where the head just goes straight down to the shoulders like there's a large square just sitting on top of his body and I know I put "construction" in the title of this post but I'm already all worked up over the lack of grease and sight lines in my life and if I even THINK about how everything in this project is costing twice as much as estimated and how people are asking me questions about something that we already had a 45-minute discussion about my head is going to spin completely around and my eyes will shoot fire.

Oh! Speaking of too-big hair. We rain into some friends before the show last night and they pointed out a REAL LIFE MARGE SIMPSON walking down the street and then sent me a pic: it's actually making me feel less grouchy. Thank you Allyson!

P.S. Once I'm elected this woman, no matter how fun she is to spot on the street, will always be seated in the back. For obvious reasons.

I Made A T-Shirt!

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 13:22:00 +0000

I designed the Gratiot Happens shirt for Bobby Mitchell - but you can order one too!

make custom gifts at Zazzle

Dear Real Housewives Franchise:

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 15:56:00 +0000

As much as I am a proponent of showing that sex is not limited to A) the young and B) the beautiful and that people who have been married for longer than 20 years still manage to have sex lives, if I have to see one more of your skanky, vacuous housewives A) wearing lingerie B) talking dirty to her husband or C) talking dirty to her husband while wearing lingerie I plan to direct my inevitable stream of vomit into a Ziploc Plastic Bag and mail it to your production office.

Sincerely,

Stacey

Deadly Pistachios

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 13:25:00 +0000

We ended up in the ER last Thursday night after I made my son try pistachios for the first time. Apparently he is violently allergic. We now join other parents as the owners of no less than three Epi Pens and are now enrolled in Label Reading 101 and Remedial Foods That May Be Made With Or Contain Traces of Tree Nuts.

Most everyone I know is surprised that my son has made it to the age of 10 1/2 without us finding out about this allergy. I'm not at all. He's always been a VERY picky eater and, as he is the second child and life must go on, I am frequently the Bad Mom who just lets him get away with not eating something rather than sitting at the dinner table for another four hours (though, usually, not without first threatening to feed him whatever he is ignoring for breakfast). Also, I have never forgotten an incident from my childhood when my brother (who was - and still is - allergic to a LOT of stuff including pistachios how did I not know this?) was forced to eat fish - which he always avoided because he "didn't like it." My father and grandfather had fished all day and my mom and grandma had gutted and cooked all evening and the men insisted that my brother try the fish, which he tearfully did, and then I remember being woken up from my bed on the couch when my parents had to rush my wheezing, puking brother to the hospital.

I realize that some kids (mine) need to be coerced into trying new foods but I've also kept that story in the back of my head and if one of my kids really really doesn't want something I usually don't force it. I believe that kids (like animals in the wild) avoid foods that are naturally dangerous to them.

Now, in my defense, my son eats Nutella (made from hazelnuts) nearly every day, eats peanut butter, and occasionally eats almonds. So when I offered him the pistachios last week I had no idea that he would end up being so allergic. I had no idea that you could be allergic to some tree nuts and not others. I had no idea that I am such a bad mom.

My Plan To Become The Most Hated Cub Scout Mom (If I'm Not Already)

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Wed, 22 Jun 2011 11:30:00 +0000

After dinner last night I told my son to put his dishes in the dishwasher and he said "I was going to go get some cake." We still have leftover cake from my daughter's birthday in the fridge and I thought he would bring back the entire plate of cake, but no, he walked in carrying a fist full of cake which he then proceeded to shove in his mouth.

Now, I recently learned that my good friend Wendy, of Style Coach Studio, has become a Certified Etiquette Instructor so I announced at the table that I would be enlisting her services for a Cub Scout meeting in the fall because, really, most of those 10-year old boys could use someone telling them how to be a little more polite.

Or maybe it's just my kid. Maybe I'm the only mother with a kid shoving cake in his mouth. Perhaps not only the Cub Scouts will hate me, but their mothers as well.

Is there some kind of badge available for politeness? There should be.

Proof That My Husband And I Don't Need To Be In The Same Room Or Even On The Phone To Argue (An Email Exchange)

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Fri, 10 Jun 2011 20:35:00 +0000

Me: That email address doesn't work.

Him: Well I can't help then.

Me: I found one, thanks. (The "thanks" is totally sarcastic)

Him: Are you sure your ok if beau & I go to fl. july 4 wkend? Just remembered anniversary.

Me: You JUST remembered our Anniversary? Of course I'm fine. Go. (Note: I did not even point out that I'm being a martyr here)

Him: I DID remember a towel for Beau today.

Me: That's MUCH more important than remembering our Anniversary. (More sarcasm) And I happen to know that Alicia left you a note re: the towel.

Him: Yeah, well.

Help Yourself To My Mantra

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 15:48:00 +0000

Having achieving the age of 40-ahem and hoping that I've learned something and tired of being at the mercy of my emotions when I get upset at things I can't control I have started to live by a new mantra: What should I be doing? If things aren't going right, or if I hit a roadblock, or if the world just seems to be saying No! I say "Fine, World, what should I be doing?" Because if I'm getting a face full of No! I obviously should be doing something different than what I am doing at the moment in time.

This has actually worked pretty well. I feel a little calmer, a little more in control. I have accepted that I am a hyper-control freak but am learning when to stop trying to hyper-control something and move on to hyper-control something else. That, my friends, is progress.

But lately I feel thwarted.

Thwarted isn't quite the same as No! Thwarted is "Sure, you can do this, but not like you hoped/planned/started" and I am starting to dislike Thwarted as much as I dislike No! Especially when everything is getting Thwarted all at once. And I don't know if I need to apply my mantra to being Thwarted. Or even if I can. Thwarted is not the same as No! It's just....irksome. And I don't like being irked.

If fact, maybe that will be my new mantra. I think I'll get it on a shirt.

Don't Irk Me.

Though Don't Irk Me Around has a better ring to it, no?

The Planet Hollywood Hotel in Las Vegas Has Made Me Very Happy For The Second Time in 2011

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Wed, 25 May 2011 19:32:00 +0000

I told you about our trip to Las Vegas and how judgmental I was and how I should be more ashamed that I let my husband talk me into taking the kids because now it's my 10 year old son's favorite vacation destination and that is just wrong, though I may have neglected to mention how very much I enjoyed the Planet Hollywood Hotel (A. It is attached to the mall B. Great Mexican restaurant C. AWESOME spa) but, sometimes, it's the little things. Like the Planet Hollywood pen with rhinestones that I brought home from our room then started using at work because it's just a great pen (A. Comfortable B. Writes well C. RHINESTONES!) and I was bummed when it ran out of ink a few days later so I sent the lovely people at Planet Hollywood an email about how very much I loved the pen and GUESS WHAT I got in the mail today?

A whole stash of them! (The bunny sticker is courtesy of Bobby Mitchell).

Dear Levi's

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Wed, 25 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Dear Levi's,

Please tell me that, no matter what my daughter says, you are not "mom jeans."

Love,

Stacey

Purse Love

noreply@blogger.com (Stacey) — Wed, 18 May 2011 13:51:00 +0000

I've already detailed my love for purses here, and was SO excited to get my new Julie Lindsay Gold Messenger bag yesterday but now I need it to act like Spring outside because I am carrying my new Spring/Summer bag no matter the weather but am sure it would go better with some strappy sandals or my cute gold Tommy Hilfiger tennis shoes (that I SCORED for next to nothing at T. J. Maxx - it's fate!).

If you are a pursianado like I am (like that word? I just made it up!) then you need to check out all of Julie's bags. I first fell in lust with the Paris Tote that belongs to my friend Karen Buscemi and then saw Julie's bags featured in Fashion in Detroit. They are fabulous!

Come on Spring!