tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97718842024-02-28T09:34:26.117-08:00...Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.comBlogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-59324601495563078402011-06-09T13:36:00.001-07:002011-06-09T13:37:00.301-07:00America's Got Talent AuditionMy sister Stephanie did an online audition for America's Got Talent, please watch, like and SHARE SHARE SHARE!!!! :)<div><br /></div><div><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DsCxQd3pptQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-37391198743109854802011-05-30T22:43:00.000-07:002011-05-30T22:47:13.459-07:00Courtney and Drew<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb1AgzYeSVKMRvVMWN4KHjEzioEH5Q-cf5zM8Vfwv27SGB87UXuZKapq3utLTlRrpd8sB-0RLx8HMPNBrREKFjcUvexjycAVSofnXO6nmnO7biSZeAorXMRTnb4VOaZItcf5SZ5g/s1600/177.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb1AgzYeSVKMRvVMWN4KHjEzioEH5Q-cf5zM8Vfwv27SGB87UXuZKapq3utLTlRrpd8sB-0RLx8HMPNBrREKFjcUvexjycAVSofnXO6nmnO7biSZeAorXMRTnb4VOaZItcf5SZ5g/s320/177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612752414298635842" /></a><br />I had the absolute honor and pleasure to be in Courtney and Drew's Oklahoma wedding this weekend! It was a beautiful wedding, and an even more stunning bride. The details of the day were spun from love, you could tell. I'll let the <a href="http://claytonaustinlovestories.com/blog/2011/05/courtney-drew/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i><b>photos</b></i></span></a> do the talking.....by <a href="http://claytonaustinlovestories.com/blog/2011/05/courtney-drew/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i><b>Clayton Austin</b></i></span></a>. <div><br /></div><div>Click <a href="http://claytonaustinlovestories.com/blog/2011/05/courtney-drew/"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">HERE</span></i></b></a> for the photos. </div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-61542470933509464702011-04-09T08:14:00.000-07:002011-04-09T08:22:58.168-07:00My First Blog Feature<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXY7PAvU1M3B0xbNN0wFdpZeaIyi0gdlE-lfpQVjdVhIrZlj683KWXxgFXwvbZyGEAJUZcAJr3dBi_p-wuJmIjrSCrVz2QpffAZZoslSP7agVEwDpGn8F-wqUW40-zIcT8m2aWdg/s1600/dc19.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXY7PAvU1M3B0xbNN0wFdpZeaIyi0gdlE-lfpQVjdVhIrZlj683KWXxgFXwvbZyGEAJUZcAJr3dBi_p-wuJmIjrSCrVz2QpffAZZoslSP7agVEwDpGn8F-wqUW40-zIcT8m2aWdg/s320/dc19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593603778686683666" /></a><br />Last weekend I had the privilege of making Drew and Courtney's wedding shower cake. It was a delicious red velvet with cream cheese filling and cream cheese icing. I gave it a whipped, unfinished look; which complemented the shower's decor. Cake topper and photo by the talented Stacey Ramsey.<div><br /></div><div><div>My new friends have started a too cute design studio - <a href="http://staceyramsey.com/blog/">Covey Studio</a>. They are quite talented in many, many ways! Check out their <a href="http://staceyramsey.com/blog/">blog</a> for more info! Stacey and her team beautifully styled Drew and Courtney's shower, be sure to check her website for all the amazing photos!! </div></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-75047811216846799672011-03-12T11:36:00.000-08:002011-03-12T11:48:43.351-08:00Cake Creating<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJURIg7lp60iBfg3mFhtjkWetVp2p4UWicQCLrEmceET-cW26vYZDB7pwnmsbsYynDAASW2nUZX7YnbLbXxZM2t64PWPvtrAgsl8gU2w_No7FUFSibsrtqgSNy0VXLtUdjxhecgQ/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJURIg7lp60iBfg3mFhtjkWetVp2p4UWicQCLrEmceET-cW26vYZDB7pwnmsbsYynDAASW2nUZX7YnbLbXxZM2t64PWPvtrAgsl8gU2w_No7FUFSibsrtqgSNy0VXLtUdjxhecgQ/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583281098404327234" /></a><br /><div>Cake season is in full swing! I recently made a fabulous 80's cake for a friend of mine, and from there received FOUR new orders! So very exciting! I've slowly but surely improved my skills, and am excited to take another class at a local bakery.<div><br /></div><div>Here's just a bit of work I have done so far.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfv7_JDqThcQqCJuxR0QOmYoLjiG6AV9MfbSV4ut81Ia0NNlbN3AGz8z5VLNDjuAsBf3sAz9WAdLHVWx6FC30r7PZ4TzS2jgtbDugi0B2OaqxieVay4w37E4MF3qJ9pgAqgI1ijA/s1600/37246_449567096222_717721222_6417482_6000966_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfv7_JDqThcQqCJuxR0QOmYoLjiG6AV9MfbSV4ut81Ia0NNlbN3AGz8z5VLNDjuAsBf3sAz9WAdLHVWx6FC30r7PZ4TzS2jgtbDugi0B2OaqxieVay4w37E4MF3qJ9pgAqgI1ijA/s320/37246_449567096222_717721222_6417482_6000966_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583281093445022354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RPm8aVvRw7VDBfQhCoeCy0khOfS6DeaC5P_GuuSHYwwpC5vSwTqSyrc_utpeDO9rk-VlLaTqmDjiC4ptEdYT1GrM-7M-evx25L8yv2K9hjNC6i9I9V6FNQ_HAEiwahAT6aNWnA/s1600/P7200001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RPm8aVvRw7VDBfQhCoeCy0khOfS6DeaC5P_GuuSHYwwpC5vSwTqSyrc_utpeDO9rk-VlLaTqmDjiC4ptEdYT1GrM-7M-evx25L8yv2K9hjNC6i9I9V6FNQ_HAEiwahAT6aNWnA/s320/P7200001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583281087960090450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJZzIwZDNqh-CAZYUTkhIEgJ73xW5fnC1vMIGHZ59EBqNFbqoc-tj_mZ481a7PXojqhRBr4KN2i-i295yA7UnFs6l08kj1kRkLqdUDce6hagIyU0Cu-JZSDHg3POiobq_hJ61XA/s1600/IMG_1339.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJZzIwZDNqh-CAZYUTkhIEgJ73xW5fnC1vMIGHZ59EBqNFbqoc-tj_mZ481a7PXojqhRBr4KN2i-i295yA7UnFs6l08kj1kRkLqdUDce6hagIyU0Cu-JZSDHg3POiobq_hJ61XA/s320/IMG_1339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583281083318359698" /></a><br /><br /></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-85373900533914051942011-02-20T18:04:00.001-08:002011-02-20T18:05:01.342-08:00The Fun TheoryCheck out this great initiative, <a href="http://thefuntheory.com/">The Fun Theory</a>:<div><br /></div><div><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qx_8gxh76iM?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qx_8gxh76iM?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-83193847200316458702011-02-17T12:32:00.000-08:002011-02-17T13:05:24.498-08:00MAMMOTH!!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlJo7SqdfFsuyUgvaxTKTJ6fRX5D_dwQPlNr5F5k-s9dG6u_N_fRGmW4OZWvf4c8vE9vwqH85bar4l5H0hsXqUnG91ho9rUpkaX8CGWGLnYKkdS1ywWEX8HGu5XL9Tw_bSDd2Q2w/s320/P2120026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574765293113888738" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Last weekend I had the chance to go to <a href="http://www.mammothmountain.com/?wm_crID=5017487&wm_lpID=25909673&wm_ctID=378&wm_kwID=16690935&wm_mtID=3&wm_content=0&wm_g_crID=6772301822&wm_g_kw=mammoth+mountain&wm_g_pcmt=&wm_g_cnt=0&gclid=CL_a3KCFkKcCFQEMbAodSB8leA&wm_kw=mammoth+mountain&utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=mammoth+mountain&utm_campaign=ca+%2D+los+angeles&wm_sd=1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i>Mammoth Mountain</i></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i> </i></span>in Mammoth Lakes, CA. I took two of my best friends, Dani and Katie, and we had an absolute blast! Friday we took snowboarding lessons, and by the afternoon we were able to go down the mountain. I'll use that term loosely in regards to me, I had some "technical difficulties". Let's just say I prefer summer sports over winter sports. Let's also say that almost a week later I'm still sore. ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>We had a great time checking out <a href="http://www.mammothmountain.com/Lodging/TheVillageLodge/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i>The Village</i></span></a>, Main, Eagle and Canyon Lodges, The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Yodler</span> (they will roast marshmallows for you!) , <a href="http://www.aulddubliner.com/Mammoth/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i>The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Auld</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dubliner</span></i></span></a>, the list goes on and on. Katie flew out from Nashville to join us in our little jaunt north to Mammoth, and I was so excited! Any trip is better when your best friend is with you! </div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIVKlKhkbPbkB52tf09kk-LwyqUzgh1Zxmi3GPrpJa-r06BI4O_w0vg6n7Je4Pv5k7bWqpJaT87mcTPCvvALxbCcrUqdMLXUqoOzbqrpPD0XUNRax-eEfmm51zj9Y98inCDI3v3A/s320/P2120036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574765308701715970" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4-CyyLzugDB0_Orr96EhjwtTmijgvD72p68x0Qa4BSSa67j4TqSx3UE4N7x_5p0xA4VoUQXYvw4OSsvVBTXPLrEGSBNX452Mr980bDhu3Vso_m04r2viKBLbqmFlv2qCeopukPA/s320/P2120032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574765290274148178" /><div><br /></div><div>My favorite part of the trip was probably when we took the gondola all the way to the summit of MM. We lucked out with that! We were prepared to pay the $25 ticket to ride to the top, but for some reason we just hopped right on! We weren't about to complain! The video below was taken from the summit. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzX4LcND47rsVEb2QmZMa4t_9E5NdoSfNJqioSnVwlPnTogNogUL2v9mMdpEf88pyhwu8icQ65BP9c' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Tons of memories were made, girl time was had, and I can't wait to go back. Maybe this time I'll stick with skiing. ;) </div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHuq8lfUIgphntuDemvc0iZlaFJdYmX-vRj2IL_8NeoRZQzxpSTMb3HDug1LH9kmma5vD0R41OaLoNuVjIR_zW9ajQ4LYnelL1H4NfECvy_UgFEY9fzTeawhQzymDx4pKGC5TVg/s320/P2110018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574765281460135106" />Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-3604617591582378212011-02-05T22:05:00.000-08:002011-02-08T16:43:46.867-08:00Spotlight on Franklin, TN!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRx97pbyUU0dAHYLA8L5ux74nPPk1GdivwnWvMKxNfo2gncUud7Fa4VhgF8wSU1fxV3QwtkQsfRXNIq-7bBTEGPukHE6eLRibqAVFBUjI91PhGJPwlg4z8J2yHLkOWx_0OtgJd2g/s320/P1030139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570457255118119490" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>My friend Ian Collins is a Franklin, TN based <a href="http://igcphotography.com/"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">photographer</span></i></a>; and I happened to be perusing his <a href="http://igcphotoblog.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">photoblog</span></i></span></a> when I stumbled across this <a href="http://igcphotoblog.com/?p=537"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i>entry</i></span></a> about Main Street in my hometown.<div><br /><div>I loved how the snow looked on all the charming houses that line to downtown of Franklin. Of all the years that I lived there, it never snowed quite enough to cover anything. I remember one freak snow on birthday, which is in April. Tennessee has some strange weather, that's for sure. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Anyway, Ian is a dear friend of mine and incredibly talented. Just wanted to share what he <a href="http://igcphotoblog.com/?p=537"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i>captured</i></span></a> of my favorite small town.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoRjHrQMk60brFpVXCW7YD_E8wYyVKG-6iBvKSQ2ublgKEkC7ZXK_dPl6CrFzX78mphIWuMjs-3WGziCrGLhKCFGVLzZ6jFdiV9UQ5WaTgU9rlUZLm98kh1W75sq4o4lkuWXzsPQ/s320/P1030136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570457252894714066" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-63290672298240677362011-02-03T20:58:00.000-08:002011-02-08T16:11:03.670-08:00Streams of LifeI've been thinking a lot lately about home. Not in a home-sick way, but remembering things I used to do, where I've come from, etc. It has made me miss the way things were. Isn't it funny how life ebbs and flows? Sometimes things overflow from the past, and sometimes they get stuck in a memory. Kind of like a fallen leaf in a stream. It flows with the current until something causes it to stop. <div><br /></div><div>I miss the smell of the field in the fall, jumping out of the hay loft in our barn, the tacky feeling on your hands after cutting tobacco. Red wing boots and the smell of the horses. The liberation of an afternoon free after school. The dusty smells of the county fair, walking to church. Muddy Truck day at school, learning to drive in the field (and backing my dad's truck into the barn, oops!). </div><div><br /></div><div>I miss Sonic Tuesdays, jeepin' with Jon, Leiper's Fork on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Going to the lake in the summer, creeping through the woods around Halloween. Lining up pumpkins on a back road and running them over. Sitting outside around a bonfire, talking about life and how crazy it is.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, my life is different. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love bonfires on the beach, SoCal sunsets with my friends. Line dancin' with my girls and traveling all over this great state. Camping in the desert, climbing crazy rock formations. Taco Tuesday anywhere is the best, and having warm sunshine every single day. Seeing the ocean, and just being amazed that I live here. Experiencing new things in LA.</div><div><br /></div><div>I never thought I'd be in this place, but it's just another current in the stream of my life. And I'm ok with that. :)</div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-25603265640643551852011-01-13T13:17:00.000-08:002011-01-13T13:23:38.205-08:00Music from the movie Country Strong<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNtho2DhO2Z7v6XND7_f8QTROTcZBDSZG6vtHzpDqzLPVUaXdrlR9nYodSaoMP2ohXfwPvLc2n_FPnfmV90YrFPOqVmEB0eGLIvgl4rDXWJQqpDcRlfJqDyMVlcTQt_KBITgBQg/s1600/country-strong-film.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNtho2DhO2Z7v6XND7_f8QTROTcZBDSZG6vtHzpDqzLPVUaXdrlR9nYodSaoMP2ohXfwPvLc2n_FPnfmV90YrFPOqVmEB0eGLIvgl4rDXWJQqpDcRlfJqDyMVlcTQt_KBITgBQg/s320/country-strong-film.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561783456703804274" /></a><br />Last night I went to see the movie Country Strong. I loved it! I love it when actors can successfully transition from acting to singing, and vice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">versa</span>. I thought each actor portrayed their characters very well, and that all of them had incredible voices. <div><br /></div><div>My favorite was Garrett <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hedlund</span>. No, not just because he's a cutie, but because his sound is so unique. As soon as I got home last night I purchased the soundtrack on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">iTunes</span>! Now, there are two soundtracks out, and I bought the one with the actors singing the songs that they sang in the movie. </div><div><br /></div><div>Be sure to check them out! </div><div><br /></div><div><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xwhYSgqF47I" frameborder="0"></iframe></div><div><br /></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-25755009688746003422011-01-04T14:16:00.000-08:002011-01-04T14:17:43.379-08:00Mammoth Mountain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIEdESPXhYY9wz6EDHWX8wZGBsEhsQMinJuQd9e9N-UotwwZ0uQVUwvSJ7Ii3rHQTnijpu-3QHENDSAJszZZfVpns7eD6eOs_YxOAGbmF-rRC7uyo-7AP6YW34yY1AA4xUaIesqQ/s1600/103_0071.JPG"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIEdESPXhYY9wz6EDHWX8wZGBsEhsQMinJuQd9e9N-UotwwZ0uQVUwvSJ7Ii3rHQTnijpu-3QHENDSAJszZZfVpns7eD6eOs_YxOAGbmF-rRC7uyo-7AP6YW34yY1AA4xUaIesqQ/s320/103_0071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558458239426294098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Photo by Kevin Luby </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That's a lot of snow. Can't wait to go play in just a few weeks!!!! </span></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-37786572712876547832010-12-22T09:04:00.000-08:002010-12-22T09:06:27.480-08:00Merry Christmas!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFuuC9g8FbMTy7G-MPo2KEzbquZau1hUh6PnN4BzjlX780lpB6Uy8uTLccKOZMUDi8aUiVpIwDEfsROCfI0YwLtTZ3zH7foKNqzcJA3tanNEWn16mA7Qa6R22U5oyU41j6G0x8Kg/s1600/800px-merry_christmas_1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFuuC9g8FbMTy7G-MPo2KEzbquZau1hUh6PnN4BzjlX780lpB6Uy8uTLccKOZMUDi8aUiVpIwDEfsROCfI0YwLtTZ3zH7foKNqzcJA3tanNEWn16mA7Qa6R22U5oyU41j6G0x8Kg/s320/800px-merry_christmas_1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553553728201401890" /></a>I hope you have a wonderful Christmas weekend, and an exciting New Year! 2011 is going to hold some very eventful things that I'm excited to share. Until them, eat to your hearts content, laugh til it hurts, and love one another.<div><br /></div><div>Merry Christmas! </div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-88924709893272836942010-12-07T12:38:00.000-08:002010-12-07T13:05:39.656-08:00Tales from the Farm-The "Lagoon"Many of you have asked that I document the crazy experiences I had growing up on a farm. Many of my California friends haven't heard these stories, so it's my pleasure to introduce them to you today. Although they are much funnier when told in person, I'll do my best to capture each moment.<div><br /></div><div>THE LAGOON</div><div><br /></div><div>We lived in <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?client=safari&rls=en&q=bagdad,+ky&oe=UTF-8&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=Bagdad,+KY&gl=us&ei=9J_-TL7kNougsQPwtdmvCw&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=title&resnum=1&ved=0CBMQ8gEwAA"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">Bagdad, Kentucky</span></span></b></i></a> (yes, Bagdad). The town consisted of one general store, one bank, and one feed store. Every good rural town has to have a feed store. Our home was at the base of a large hill, and most of our land backed up to it. Across the one lane road was a creek, and the farm next to us had beautiful horses. For some reason, my parents thought it would be a fantastic idea to move the house, yes, the HOUSE, to the back of the property; which was on top of the hill. So, it began in the late fall. Construction workers created a driveway up the steep hill, and soon our house was amazingly moved to the top of the hill. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now. Let me remind you that this was in the middle of nowhere. It isn't quite as simple to get water, electric, etc. when you move your home in the dead of winter to the top of a hill. Mom? Dad? Are you out there? Why did you do this to us?!?!</div><div><br /></div><div>Some official person suggested along the way that we create a "lagoon" of sorts off to the side of the house. So, they came, they bulldozed the trees, they went. The lagoon began to fill with water from the rain and snow, creating a perfect ice skating rink. Again, for some odd reason we had a collection of ice skates, and off we went to skate in the winter. </div><div><br /></div><div>The Lagoon also made a perfect rise in the land to target shoot. Shoot, as in guns. Gasp, yes we grew up with guns. Yes, we even killed animals. So one sun shiney day, my parents asked me to take my then 4 year old brother out to shoot the bb gun. We climbed the side of the lagoon, stood on the embankment and aimed for the trees. I showed Sam what to do, then turned the safety off. My sweet, precious, innocent little baby of a brother declared: "I'm gonna shoot you!" So what did I do? What any 10 year old sister would. I RAN. I ran and ran and ran and wouldn't you know it, I heard the 'pop', felt the pain, and crashed to the ground. While Sam I'm sure was clueless as to what he had done, I stood up, felt the back of my head, saw the blood and ran for home. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes. My four year old brother shot me in the back of the head. While I was running. He's in the Army now. Nice aim, kid.</div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-71640696663461373652010-12-03T12:19:00.000-08:002010-12-03T12:20:17.590-08:00Coldplay's 'Christmas Lights'I love Coldplay. I love Christmas. I love Coldplay and Christmas together. Enjoy.<div><br /></div><div><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1rYmzQ8C9Q?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1rYmzQ8C9Q?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-68052507098822673582010-11-30T20:47:00.000-08:002010-11-30T21:04:10.294-08:00Black Heels to Tractor Wheels<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhL_3gbn2xto1QrnwFs8CNw8Vajpuf8HCr_t9tzC4_TQQ24c8DcAZaI4bU19iAMMxIeD2_dff5heLPQ6O2vxzTbMeFfSSETgAhI_lOrflvEufrpX8xKDkVx9DQ2T6STcyQf4qavQ/s320/cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545570962593241842" /><br /><div>I am so very excited! Today <a href="http://www.blogger.com/thepioneerwoman.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><i>The Pioneer Woman</i></b></span></a>, aka Ree, announced that she has finished her <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pioneer-Woman-Black-Tractor-Wheels/dp/0061997161/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1291179596&sr=8-1"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">novel</span></i></b></a> and it will be released in February 2011!!! How exciting is this! The book is the story of how she met and married her 'Marlboro Man', and moved to a remote ranch in Oklahoma. She began chronicling her journey via her <a href="http://www.blogger.com/thepioneerwoman.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><i>blog</i></b></span></a><i> </i>a few years ago, but ended the short chapters at her wedding. She is adding those chapters, and continuing through her honeymoon and first year of marriage.</div><div><br /></div><div>Click to pre-order "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pioneer-Woman-Black-Tractor-Wheels/dp/0061997161/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1291179596&sr=8-1">Black Heels to Tractor Wheels"</a>.</b></i></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>If you have no idea what I'm talking about, PW began a blog a few years ago. It has now blossomed into an award winning, recipe posting, life chronicling, hilarious blog. I love it so much because she just writes. Simply writes how she feels. Since Ree has gained national (and I'm sure worldwide) acclaim, her followers are into the millions each day. There's even been a rumor of a movie one day. I'd go see it. :) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>A friend told me about her crazy blog shortly after it began, as a friend had told her. We kept it quiet, on the down low as if we had found a nugget of gold amongst the riff raff of the Internets. But alas, we've all shared her site with our friends and loved ones, and now the secret is out. She came out with a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pioneer-Woman-Cooks-Recipes-Accidental/dp/0061658197/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i><b>cookbook</b></i></span></a> last year, and I had the privilege of <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"><strike><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">standing in line for three hours</span></span></strike></span> meeting her. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1suLWWdTPuywJ8oAzmynwP0AQea-xEA-aBUrS8iI0P7ebjJzSZJk8aGXdHd38hhC0Qrazc7-1wi8nKFTG0VyXf-GVAIF5nxtokKSbsOpEVIOtHrg8SuI257FqgqunEqT2Ip6mIw/s320/15138_210130937455_514557455_4053781_7533101_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545573694104582466" /></div><div>I love Ree. I love reading about her life, her kids, the ranch, the cowboys.....and I dream of the day I could live on a ranch...with a cowboy....and the kids...... </div><div><br /></div><div>Hey! I can dream, right?</div></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-43411804661784887192010-11-26T20:45:00.000-08:002010-11-26T21:00:14.015-08:00A Marine Thanksgiving<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0N0tkI7tn_0GNJj2S2YFTXNO4uBgDIXlCcPaCv0bimiceDswUrnAB0iD8de508TpSdGoYeDGSpX_-kNAi4DZNe6GolcTmSymjbx93x5M0TvduHDgbGfzd2z3JwkmkVbZENOVLIA/s320/76793_552394999291_46000929_32499982_206430_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544086077553548498" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The crew at Jen's on Thanksgiving</i></div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I hope everyone had a fabulous Thanksgiving! I wasn't able to return home to Kentucky this year, but am so thankful for my family of friends here on the West Coast. I split my day between my family that I work for, and my friend Jen's house. She hosted four Marines from Camp Pendleton who are finishing their training before shipping out to various locations across the world. It was such a pleasure to honor them, hang out with them and just love on them for the day. We had so much food, played pool, games, watched football, the works. They were too sweet and we all enjoyed getting to know them. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmB5nrdHWzx4_DBlvV2-ablvM7iRLlBXHZmKHw23EmL9Wx7pEBCvkEugw3eLCxhlV6e6cYFm-Y7XY1anyZ-DQpX03322RLJf78Lt-RGAlbIq1lirOeTF1yg0wBOlnYznnQelXlLg/s320/154584_552395338611_46000929_32499992_7470361_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544086081825592498" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I joked that they were modeling the "Fall 2010 Marine Wear" </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was able to accompany Jen back to Camp Pendleton to drop the guys off, and we got to talking about how much more we as a people can do for our military servicemen. Some of the young men and women who serve our country do not have families who can visit them, or do not have family at all. I encourage you, if you live near a military base to contact the local YMCA or MWR on post to see how you can get involved. Upon further investigation, I have found that the YMCA on Camp Pendleton has over one THOUSAND families who have signed up for the Secret SANTA program this year. They are still looking for donations for over 350 families. Below is an excerpt from the Director of the program: </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><i>"</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; "><i>Our Secret SANTA (Support And Nurture Those Americans who serve) program focuses upon junior <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>enlisted families with children who are the ranks of-5 and below. These families have provided the <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Armed Services YMCA a wish list is then assigned to a donor family, organization, or business so they <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>can shop, wrap and personalize gifts."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am so excited to be involved in this program, as my younger brother himself is a serviceman, the least I can do is help out. If you are based in the Southern California area and would like to help, please see the contact information listed below.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><u><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Program Contact Information</span></b></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><u></u></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Camp Pendleton Armed Services YMCA</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Phone: 760-385-4921</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Suzanne Tabrum Director of Events and Community Relations</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Email: </span><a href="mailto:stabrum@camppendletonasymca.org"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">stabrum@camppendletonasymca.org</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:widow-orphan"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 15px; "><i><br /></i></span></div><!--StartFragment--><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black;mso-font-kerning:14.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US"><br /></span><!--EndFragment--> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-80809220128486968032010-11-24T12:57:00.000-08:002010-11-24T13:13:07.731-08:00Thirteen Things I'm Thankful For<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8w3ixyJAvrzrfZwvr42bOGDS8Bo371FNmiMWykkYDqtesidr9a1XhPzVJH5zJhsuRQGlNKkjq7bb4nVFEOd8_JznW8VQF4NIMkwXxTOLVqkdppEfKaOzXXjAoMXu8-sU5CsyQMA/s1600/P8110012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8w3ixyJAvrzrfZwvr42bOGDS8Bo371FNmiMWykkYDqtesidr9a1XhPzVJH5zJhsuRQGlNKkjq7bb4nVFEOd8_JznW8VQF4NIMkwXxTOLVqkdppEfKaOzXXjAoMXu8-sU5CsyQMA/s320/P8110012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543226820049643714" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I'm sitting at my desk watching the warm Southern California sun cast dancing shadows across my Macbook screen. Shaking my head, I'm thinking...never in a million years did I think I would be sitting here. A sparkling pool right outside my window, snow capped mountains in sight, (Bette Midler, anyone?) chilly evenings and warm afternoons year round. <div><br /></div><div>Still, never even dreamed that I would be here.</div><div><br /></div><div>But here I am, a year and a half later, and I have to say...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I LOVE IT. </div><div><br /></div><div>Don't get me wrong. I'm going back to my homeland someday, Tennessee, that is. Just not today. </div><div><br /></div><div>In this season of thanksgiving, here are thirteen things that I am thankful for living in Southern California.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>-Daily dosage of sunshine</div><div>-The ocean</div><div>-Bonfires on the beach</div><div>-Sandcastles</div><div>-Churros (Ps-didn't even know what that was until I moved here)</div><div>-FroYo!! (See above comment)</div><div>-The abundance of parks</div><div>-Being within driving distance of some of the most amazing geological creations</div><div>-Disneyland (Come on, it's awesome and you know it :)</div><div>-Breathtaking views of the city</div><div>-Standing still, with the ocean on one side and the mountains on the other</div><div>-Having an amazing job that made this move possible</div><div>-Being blessed with the most incredible friends a girl could as for</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWM4PkKieejpxi-siF6ofgVQnUeRCvBy6MpqC3xskU5quSpffWXHECuyJXpPdLE7Me86tNnIvozW6uzL26IytsX_UfbZ25cQ0_iJ_tL4YTArm922i83JryKyzkJbI5m1XfVG1JKg/s320/P7200008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543226305273629282" /></div><div>There you have it! Of course I have a million other things to be thankful for, but I thought I'd give some props to my Cali experience thus far. </div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-81021712780377220702010-11-23T12:53:00.001-08:002010-11-23T12:53:59.104-08:00For My Harry Potter Friends...<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyOTA1NDU1OTM*MzAmcHQ9MTI5MDU*NTYwNzUxNiZwPTEwNjM2NjImZD*mZz*yJm89NzQyNDg3YzZkZGFhNDgxZmI2/OGI5YmQ2OTA3Y2MwNTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" data="http://vids.perezhilton.com/plugins/player.swf?v=ec57a9eb1b7d4&p=vega4-without-ads-transparent-flp&autoplay=false" height="308" id="embedded_player"><param name="movie" value="http://vids.perezhilton.com/plugins/player.swf?v=ec57a9eb1b7d4&p=vega4-without-ads-transparent-flp&autoplay=false"><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="base" value="http://vids.perezhilton.com"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></object>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-73958097434156776952010-11-21T18:16:00.000-08:002010-11-21T20:01:40.705-08:00Joshua TreeLast weekend the crew and I loaded up for a camping trip at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b><a href="http://www.nps.gov/jotr/index.htm">Joshua Tree National Park</a>. </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">We had an absolute blast, and the weather was perfect, albeit a little chilly in the evenings. The stars were INCREDIBLE! I wished I could bottle them up just to see them sparkle all the time. I've been on a few cruises in the middle of the ocean, but somehow seeing the stars this time around was more profound than before. It seemed as if you could see the galaxies, so amazing! </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"></span></span><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWetiwza2KQ4jzTntj5FK6RUNEjtzhMFjtXHM7X1oIAdNrXKDObn6Xr_imLLR_4ebRZNFN-zBfQSljczJbuB_R1t2slWUMMB-kMM4n6JraZcCMnNXsCA5_R01SBHt5tzM5wJvp4w/s1600/PB130017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWetiwza2KQ4jzTntj5FK6RUNEjtzhMFjtXHM7X1oIAdNrXKDObn6Xr_imLLR_4ebRZNFN-zBfQSljczJbuB_R1t2slWUMMB-kMM4n6JraZcCMnNXsCA5_R01SBHt5tzM5wJvp4w/s320/PB130017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542206467224236914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "><i>Ok, call me crazy, but doesn't this look like a fish?!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCUhyTIQjF90mZHwEzLR8VtXC4lSwp5jIBpkph475yRf3gL4ub0i9-BvKV-nMVOdYtcdu_iS_GIoreDaAI6emwP6x7r26225X_j0lXzZs6EhY2xqCv6jCq3aMk2GlUeM5dc03_3g/s1600/PB130024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCUhyTIQjF90mZHwEzLR8VtXC4lSwp5jIBpkph475yRf3gL4ub0i9-BvKV-nMVOdYtcdu_iS_GIoreDaAI6emwP6x7r26225X_j0lXzZs6EhY2xqCv6jCq3aMk2GlUeM5dc03_3g/s320/PB130024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542206463325918962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>So many beautiful rock formations.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We picked a route and just went for it. We were inside little rock caves, climbing up and over huge formations, you name it, we did it. We came to this one formation that the guys were determined to conquer. I really wanted to as well, but sadly... I have little legs. Ah, to be tall. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpddUQAU33JuSqm-ILtQcrZkIRZVfdTYr1MP3iLx_svix6t9Qt8HdfwQYD0-KrW3yeIemu4a_twymO9V5z9nN6byLLPlK9J8UkFMrUMZZNTT_x2vMjwglqcwuh4jG_emP5LMzzsQ/s1600/PB130010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpddUQAU33JuSqm-ILtQcrZkIRZVfdTYr1MP3iLx_svix6t9Qt8HdfwQYD0-KrW3yeIemu4a_twymO9V5z9nN6byLLPlK9J8UkFMrUMZZNTT_x2vMjwglqcwuh4jG_emP5LMzzsQ/s320/PB130010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542206456486764162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Half of the crew </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQ7jB7c3BM62DaZ1KD-XK1WPoobA0X_6IvHNN6r9Is-81t-QbxpWJ3uirRvYRPs1rIQ5alnbMhbSEw8sx2zzg8BOKkgIS7HnOlpMkJPwl9D-jdPtdLqwtcFk31d_Dr6sFCWktAg/s1600/155425_552015509791_46000929_32490646_4110805_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQ7jB7c3BM62DaZ1KD-XK1WPoobA0X_6IvHNN6r9Is-81t-QbxpWJ3uirRvYRPs1rIQ5alnbMhbSEw8sx2zzg8BOKkgIS7HnOlpMkJPwl9D-jdPtdLqwtcFk31d_Dr6sFCWktAg/s320/155425_552015509791_46000929_32490646_4110805_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542199153344910834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Climbing inside of the rock formations</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">We only suffered one injury, and that award goes to Grant. He was Spiderman over all the of rocks, conquering his fear of heights pretty quickly! The last formation he was coming down, he fell and sprained his ankle. We had to cut our explorations a little short, but we didn't mind. The other guys in the crew were so sweet to take turns helping Grant out of the park. Now I now why people could get so lost out there, it's really hard to stick to a trail!! Next time, I'm bringing walkie talkies. :) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsv6C9omQGn2PigVF0weW8KYEdAqUe1FNPsCNyEx426SvSXfLIoZ6b4rsc7ppdjFSUghyVLcK_2xolrFKDuSQ4NYh-E4aQXURp7ZoubnCRnR9vQC2Z8COYaEUv5tP3PIkQoXEElQ/s1600/154444_552015245321_46000929_32490624_7784479_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsv6C9omQGn2PigVF0weW8KYEdAqUe1FNPsCNyEx426SvSXfLIoZ6b4rsc7ppdjFSUghyVLcK_2xolrFKDuSQ4NYh-E4aQXURp7ZoubnCRnR9vQC2Z8COYaEUv5tP3PIkQoXEElQ/s320/154444_552015245321_46000929_32490624_7784479_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542199146948662546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Nothing better than a fire...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqe0BkkeKZN2PAOWTaVwCK37uAl6OTifrN6fGqoiiIBIiAo6Zcv1T5gu2Wb35wZh1iSDPQ0KH4Y3f1fkDZYW43amWAeT4RlexA0OMRCFjtY7UWKJAzGh2f6DMBxBLpXVvq4Kg6Pw/s1600/76791_552015375061_46000929_32490635_6178355_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqe0BkkeKZN2PAOWTaVwCK37uAl6OTifrN6fGqoiiIBIiAo6Zcv1T5gu2Wb35wZh1iSDPQ0KH4Y3f1fkDZYW43amWAeT4RlexA0OMRCFjtY7UWKJAzGh2f6DMBxBLpXVvq4Kg6Pw/s320/76791_552015375061_46000929_32490635_6178355_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542199122573951282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The crew.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX5OhNuLYhZ2T6CB3eNwCnqpn5Qqg3RfaLwK04ikPmmigCfTcekhKADro_G6v9U3HaX1D7OxL2RrVOpR_vuThoq_v25h7VsOdfafRkc-Eh0LWUTTLnd1uuILF1f-hSyEzlXIjkfw/s1600/74265_552015464881_46000929_32490642_8338928_n.jpg"><br /></a></div><br /></div></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-50603814881733560592010-11-09T13:35:00.001-08:002010-11-09T13:36:11.248-08:00Glee<div>For my Nashville friends...notice someone behind the lead singer? Look familiar?! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cn8IkrxLOfY?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cn8IkrxLOfY?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>GO COLIN! :) </div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-42038108215192481182010-11-08T16:11:00.000-08:002010-11-08T16:18:40.540-08:00Repurposing...Record Style<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJiJGLu3cgxDdbfXCsRU5LY4CREzlXPMwxSoegGp52LWyITdjBGyfi_ZMi3O4gEZiKbjzxdX4IHcKc_ODzfn6msNd6P6ta6tbRxgg22jNkGvDyTfnFw4ifw6PbErc6O4WRSsh4ag/s1600/glassmeyer-top.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJiJGLu3cgxDdbfXCsRU5LY4CREzlXPMwxSoegGp52LWyITdjBGyfi_ZMi3O4gEZiKbjzxdX4IHcKc_ODzfn6msNd6P6ta6tbRxgg22jNkGvDyTfnFw4ifw6PbErc6O4WRSsh4ag/s320/glassmeyer-top.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537336208654893506" /></a>A Nashville musician used records to shingle his outdoor porch! How cool and resourceful!<div><br /><div> You can see the original post <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><a href="http://www.treehugger.com/files/2010/11/nashville-musician-shingles-roof-with-records.php">here</a>.</span></b></i><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-80114454642933988712010-11-06T19:37:00.000-07:002010-11-06T19:58:10.190-07:00Whew!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5PsAV8XSlJjcHuwdrn9qmBmpI6dRSDNN54gVXJ__pYQqmX64WiWBvxRha9nk0qNtrqBz_Lr5Ik7XSXGJHRe7xS8VOkpSei3aUQCBvyyza2PG22OapSLc0FdqPScHqOnb4b35WA/s1600/77160_600141090850_56902078_34361233_5952348_n.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: left;">Halloween was quite the blast, a friend hosted a fantastic party, complete with ghoulish martinis! So cute! Everyone got all dolled up and decked out, so much fun!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdjUHvqvLNudfCly1u1UMH-qHLP5cTcA6_dl58BYlJg2q5Z7tK9Mpj2XtP13LnHMbS2bXNiStLGj1ARBhuExPEGhf_k1X0KfJtYdLCHUyvWgR4sZ0aF4wAwE7ud9JBTVDj8n7vQ/s320/71622_611826692599_35802300_34996063_6957015_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536633015805649074" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Dani, Courtney and I</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-iqscbG9QJ2txeFrdAMk0xaIOmTqjoCIeDPDsR9aJ9GlLU9miktdwdt6ecTl9gwPgk0CSgxatt2JwOEXLHWuk-GPO-D9bqw2K3ccz0h-n1NSS-P-tpqV3pfU0tYIbzZM-I5Noiw/s320/69362_611826822339_35802300_34996069_1527309_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536633009588439410" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Courtney and I </span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A group of friends bought tickets to Go Fest, the local country radio station's festival. We had lawn seats, but snuck into the Terrace level and had oh so much fun!! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicjco9zoVGaVTwc9HL3kSkRf3_V0mvmNtVM8xqadnlh280LVZPSx2QlrGrpCsw8XhNOQsvJT-M6WPbrzWauM2g_KrqaKzlPUvCBXEIJmA4GqsST6_kchj42Z8kKDxjPDALvWy6OQ/s320/36174_646241849190_19903606_36141028_7257988_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536633010992538674" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Only half the crew!</span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My dear, dear friend Jessica married her sweetheart in an adorable outdoor ceremony in Huntington Beach. It was a super small wedding , and I was so honored to be there as her guest. Congratulations Josh and Jess!!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyByK-VPjYTEav_h6uHKMHjBQtoKSuKlzc56VuNv0wsAD9GU68Cd4tnzDrQtejAhV3mKeTHxgxdqgHhdUDY6JGE-7BU-akjdxyvx2HlKq2bUt2mVRBR5AGWenTQUvmXfvlaAKeXw/s320/IMG_1253.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536632159923025138" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Mr and Mrs. Fowler </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></i></div><div>One of my favorite highlights from the past few weeks would have to be scoring tickets the to Tennessee Titan/ San Diego Chargers game! I took my friend Dani, and we had an incredible time. Our seats were nosebleeds, but we didn't mind! We were just happy to be there. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLWU_U_KFUzZEXVyZygVHOWxgZjr395x48nvs0vaDzxPErqPIpr-Is_pJd1gluePskbNWez5Jk633aSGfXNiTVFs7B891-3wjVbn3YQVo-alxFdhHohvLpmdQQ2JU_6hmOr0cyAg/s320/IMG_1350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536634480125002786" /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Our Seats </span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">On the way to the stadium, we met a few fellow Titans fans on the train to whom we gave some of our temporary tattoos. So fun to meet new friends, especially when they've lived in Tennessee!! They mentioned that they had field seats... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5PsAV8XSlJjcHuwdrn9qmBmpI6dRSDNN54gVXJ__pYQqmX64WiWBvxRha9nk0qNtrqBz_Lr5Ik7XSXGJHRe7xS8VOkpSei3aUQCBvyyza2PG22OapSLc0FdqPScHqOnb4b35WA/s1600/77160_600141090850_56902078_34361233_5952348_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5PsAV8XSlJjcHuwdrn9qmBmpI6dRSDNN54gVXJ__pYQqmX64WiWBvxRha9nk0qNtrqBz_Lr5Ik7XSXGJHRe7xS8VOkpSei3aUQCBvyyza2PG22OapSLc0FdqPScHqOnb4b35WA/s320/77160_600141090850_56902078_34361233_5952348_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536635084021948898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Trent, myself, Dani and Tom</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></i></div></span></div><div>And offered to move us down with them if there were extras. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-fkpr7x9LZYJEdG40d5YH3HczQfugEdBrxQlMeAqM2-B1mf7EBwCyC61tMhYuk0vQDenKlkYlvPJS51_h68WeOuzaGothbwMG8swxmlNyjRuTe36Ftjo6xfQEUQ4mUQrJCN6tVA/s320/IMG_1364.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536632155856382962" /></div><div>There were :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFMcCAWHXjmeE5BWKBeq417gfnvwuxGieE2BbjbQC0jSfb7s3UYNHvh16Fw28hBVvSwguCB5ZCGrqyNuWQXUqQ3laYyEZqWBeApYA-Avt0vdP1MzaI_JwsreXLzwL_ki5P5M1RQ/s320/IMG_1354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536632151298405490" /> We were the luckiest girls that day! </div></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-58055208638963161342010-10-20T19:54:00.000-07:002010-10-20T20:12:29.242-07:00People Takin Pictures of People Takin Pictures...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0s0Sy4RR58gquQsLPhCdza6vNahWPscBx0wUxlnJ5oKrLx9nx3YPDGLGpNxAX4oRD-HXmN89OSSIQmCqOKZFmwzyYpvzWz6jU05eDVAu6O3LZ5sZGdI9I15fEfC4qUEL-iP5XPQ/s1600/jack-johnson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0s0Sy4RR58gquQsLPhCdza6vNahWPscBx0wUxlnJ5oKrLx9nx3YPDGLGpNxAX4oRD-HXmN89OSSIQmCqOKZFmwzyYpvzWz6jU05eDVAu6O3LZ5sZGdI9I15fEfC4qUEL-iP5XPQ/s320/jack-johnson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530327693690293762" /></a>Yep, good ole' Jack Johnson was in concert last week, and I was so excited to see him perform live! I've always wanted to, but Jack never toured near Nashville. Thankfully, 2010 was my year in Southern California.I'm so glad I follow the musicians that I do; they are all so talented! It's so fun to see someone perform live and be as good or better than their records. That in itself is a kinda funny statement, huh? But in these days of the Taylor Swift's of the world, I mean what I'm saying. Love sweet Taylor, own her records, but girl can't sing live. Poor thing. As we say in the south..."bless her heart!"<div><br /></div><div>But not Jack Johnson! He is so chill, funny and talented. He brought his opening acts on stage with him, <a href="www.zeeavi.com"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><b>Zee Avi</b></span></i></a> and <a href="http://www.philadelphonic.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i><b>G-Love</b></i></span></a> from time to time. He sang all of his classics, covered a song or two, and his grand finale was my personal favorite song, "Better Together". </div><div><br /></div><div>I also saw <a href="saraevans.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i><b>Sara Evans</b></i></span></a> and <a href="rascalflatts.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i><b>Rascal Flatts</b></i></span></a> this week, as their concert was re-scheduled from a previous date. We met up with a group of friends and tail-gated all afternoon. I'm still not used to the idea of tail-gating for a concert, but hey-I won't complain! We had a great time! We originally had lawn seats, but by the time we got in the venue it was SO packed, we decided to be sneaky sneaky and head into the Terrace seats. All of us made it in! Have NO idea how we did, but we did, and loved every second of it. We sang and danced our little hearts out and had an absolute blast. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, this officially ends Stacey's Summer Concert Series....but tune in for more adventures! Coming soon is camping at Joshua Tree, my first time to Las Vegas and New York City, Christmas in Kentucky and Tennessee, and most of all, my solo trip to IRELAND! </div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-8157581801722338512010-10-13T20:19:00.000-07:002010-10-13T20:23:30.722-07:00Dancing Queen<div style="text-align: left;">One of my favorite <a href="http://blog.finestationery.com/"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">blogs</span></b></i></a> to browse is The Finer Things, and <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><a href="http://www.com-pa-ny.com/shop/salakauppa/tanssipage.html">todays post</a></span></b></i> was incredibly adorable! </div><div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jbh9R3Vc6me3ZP0swlcb0O2A_CPz0Ohbngydlj4zLDbDgkNam_PGfdKtSd7XWqGFGiV7Lwey-ya1wfOEvDnwAbyUyK5OUr9jsYwM2D3WVQRg9qcKFfqATw0ClFU6WWWQj-izgA/s320/Dance+shoes+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527736572367278610" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3maUc1T4sC3jcV_5Lwa41YEcmoLgpm9sn2IgLb1SCXcSd21r5y9oWP2p6id5nG9jo9LJqi-q44gx94LDoC-ZXiiTwRS0PPkB9OlFoie48kcspNFMTopFQxi3epM0thXHc0lUPFQ/s320/Dance+shoes+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527736578264365586" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How stinkin' cute!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-85939836232594127572010-10-08T13:16:00.000-07:002010-10-08T13:23:59.439-07:00Thunderbolts and Lighting...Very Very Frightening!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsN-QO17n42JerA27MK_idYX_rT17ZlAfJ7qkEUfkP2XWu53b2g9tLOH4qn6kHk8FOhAUJZq4Ob1s03N6DDzIgju_m0FxNnInya6fW6V4wuGIpK3bddluYmczR6b3qvYyi98Q7GA/s1600/60852_548583138291_46000929_32410972_4238972_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsN-QO17n42JerA27MK_idYX_rT17ZlAfJ7qkEUfkP2XWu53b2g9tLOH4qn6kHk8FOhAUJZq4Ob1s03N6DDzIgju_m0FxNnInya6fW6V4wuGIpK3bddluYmczR6b3qvYyi98Q7GA/s320/60852_548583138291_46000929_32410972_4238972_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525772210357654722" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Well, it's that time of year! Halloween! I recently went with friends to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Knott's</span> Berry Scary Farm, where ghosts and ghouls ruled the night. Creatures would slide across the pavement, through the fog to scare you, and creepy clowns would follow you around. There were many "mazes" to walk through, and believe me, I had NO voice by the end of the night. </div><div><br /></div><div>I haven't been to anything to frighten myself in a long time, and now I remember why. I hate it! I had a fantastic time, but I so do not enjoy getting scared. My friends got a good laugh at my expense, and I'm glad they did. I just won't be returning next year unless I have someone to death grip. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>It's in this season I'm reminded of traditional things I did back home in Tennessee. Every fall we would get pumpkins, go out on a back road in Jon's Jeep and obliterate them. I've tried to think of a way we could do that here in California, but I just don't know where we could. </div><div>Corn mazes were always a blast, and sadly, we have no corn here! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Knott's</span> did their own version of a corn maze, and my friends made me go first. I was impressed, and terrified of course! </div><div><br /></div><div>I hope you all have a fantastic fall season complete with timeless memories only fall can bring. </div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9771884.post-13403906359439025552010-09-20T20:39:00.000-07:002010-09-20T21:00:17.592-07:00Nothing to Say<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 441px; height: 378px;" src="http://www.vintagecharmings.com/images/441_Writting1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I like to talk. A lot. Not a shy person. Would tell anyone something. Anytime. Even if they weren't listening and didn't care. I'd just keep on yakking. <div><br /></div><div>But sometimes when I sit down to write a blog, I can't think of what to say. I know I recap my life a lot, but that's mainly for my family who reads this blog. Thinking back, I started this blog just because it was the new, hip thing to do. And here I am, wordless. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>In this world of social media, we have a lack of guarding our lives. Back in the day, (I'm talking when you had shared phone lines) you worried of conversations being overheard. Nowadays, you cannot go anywhere without hearing the person next you telling whoever is on the other end of their phone what they did that day, where they were, etc etc. It's quite mind boggling if you stop to think about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>We log onto Facebook and Twitter, and the question "What's on your mind?" looks us in the face. Of course I want to know that someone just had In N Out! Of course I want to know you just took a shower. And the winner, absolutely, hands down...OF COURSE I want to know you are tweeting/status updating during church.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Now, I'm not here to hate. It's all love, baby. I'm simply thinking with my fingers here, and wondering why we are ok with letting the world know our lives. Sometimes, and only sometimes, I toy with the idea of deleting Facebook. *GASP!* I know. Treason right there. But seriously! I talk with those I'm friends with in real life, and hardly talk to those I was friends with in the past. But yet I, along with many others, are guilty of trolling the pages of those I one knew, just to know what they are doing with their lives. Sometimes I'm jealous, sometimes I'm not, but bottom line-it's not personal anymore. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3tQiRiwhZusLNOKl5CG7rAfc7BUajAVdKRSC1nVGJTRi2IXCsHQFPcaBXbO5vnGJyylG9UH3acTD2nnmiu9nAbE3rEw0CR3nXHVqlOUR-a0oI4WqydfqAIPy5iazJ-huG7YUjg/s320/tumblr_l86ia3GGRP1qdpomho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519211171533871714" /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm old school. I love sending cards, letters, small gifts in the mail. And I love getting them too! I feel all them move loved, knowing someone took the time to sit down and write me a note. Or that someone thought of me when they saw this item, and knew I had to have it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways. This is me, having nothing to say. :)</div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01469453920376727358noreply@blogger.com0