<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:26:34.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Daniel &amp; Stacey!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-772868260553257956</id><published>2011-02-08T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T05:19:56.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me!  I realized that when you get older, birthdays are lame.  If you need something yourself you just go buy it.  There are no more surprises, just want you asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was very tame.  I had a nanny interview in the morning, then went to my parents house for lunch.  We had Fettuccine Alfredo, salad, and bread.  Then black forest cake for desert.  I got 2 kindle gift cards.  Then we watched t.v. til Dan and I left.  I did not want to stay and watch the Superbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan the butt-head didn't even get me a gift.  I told him what I wanted and he said we have no money, so no gift.  I was hoping he would surprise me and give me something small, but no, he is so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it.  Uneventful and kind of lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-772868260553257956?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/772868260553257956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2011/02/25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/772868260553257956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/772868260553257956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2011/02/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-8926254590815327731</id><published>2011-01-28T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:01:52.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity Party Weekend :(</title><content type='html'>I started my very own book blog.  I copied from my sister in law.  Its not really for anyone but myself to help me keep track of the books I have read and my thoughts on them.  That way when I am in a book slump, I can go back and research authors that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel is going ice fishing in 2 weeks.  He leaves Saturday morning and comes back late Sunday night.  That means that I have to stay at my house with just dogs to keep me company.  At night it gets scary because I think every creak means that the boogey man is in my house to kill me.  morbid, I know.  The plus side is that I get to order my favorite cake and eat most of it.  When I told Daniel that I get my cake because he is leaving me by my onesie, he told me I had to save some pieces for him.  You know its a good cake when the non sweet tooth member of the family wants some pieces for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the cake from my wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TUMf0L_2b3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/iJF8Jf0QJXM/s1600/I_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TUMf0L_2b3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/iJF8Jf0QJXM/s200/I_0260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567328545794322290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am getting my pity party cake from the some company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I shouldn't be eating a whole cake by myself just because I am lonely, but my birthday was last weekend and that's my gift to myself.  YUM CAKE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-8926254590815327731?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8926254590815327731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2011/01/pity-party-weekend.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8926254590815327731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8926254590815327731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2011/01/pity-party-weekend.html' title='Pity Party Weekend :('/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TUMf0L_2b3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/iJF8Jf0QJXM/s72-c/I_0260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-4603329721113921460</id><published>2011-01-26T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T06:52:39.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex's 1st Birthday!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we went to Alex's party.  It was the first time I had ever been to Andy and Lissa's house and it was very cute and homey.  When we arrived (we were the last) Daniels mom, Lissa's parents and her brother were already there. We had dinner right away of ham, potatoes, rolls, yams, and blue jello.  After lunch we watched Alex open his gifts.  It took quite a while because he didn't understand what was happening and only wanted to play with the first gift he opened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time presents were done, Alex was getting fussy. He hadn't had a nap all day.  Lissa made some amazing cakes.  A small one for Alex and a larger one for the adults.  Both had am intricate lion on them (which was the theme of the party)  Alex refused to eat any of his cake, and had a melt down.  So I took him to the living room and we played til everyone was done eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the time we watched Alex play.  There wasn't much talking because nobody knew what to say.  Overall it was a cute party and Alex is a very happy child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-4603329721113921460?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4603329721113921460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2011/01/alexs-1st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/4603329721113921460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/4603329721113921460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2011/01/alexs-1st-birthday.html' title='Alex&apos;s 1st Birthday!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-4106603204170949919</id><published>2011-01-19T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:17:35.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Still no job.  I did find a family that I want to nanny for, but they wont need me until the weather gets nice (the dad works in construction and owns a company) .  I have applied to all the stores and day cares around me and I am getting frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do enjoy not having a set schedule and having to be to work by 8:00.  Only problem is I am really starting to see the effects of not having a job.  We rarely have any money and when Dan's paycheck comes it disappears for other things that we aren't even saving a cent.  I guess its time to start looking at other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading and watching movies and building snowmen with my dogs.  I like the freedom and having time to do what I want.  But I really need a job!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-4106603204170949919?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4106603204170949919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2011/01/update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/4106603204170949919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/4106603204170949919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2011/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-782061133711568163</id><published>2010-10-03T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T13:31:20.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall has begun</title><content type='html'>It is so cold here.  Fall has officially started.  The leaves have  changed colors and it is colder than cold.  No more shorts and T-shirts to be found.  Oh how I miss you summer.  It has been so cold and nasty here that we had to start our first fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one plus of Fall is CIDER MILLS!!!!  Today my family all got together and went to the Parshallville Cider Mill.  It was cold and rainy but we got cider and doughnuts so it made up for it.  Then we all came back to our house to eat and get warm!&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mom trying to take a picture of Dan and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TKjiKJkHRuI/AAAAAAAAADc/OQWzzgrBS44/s1600/jens+camera+170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TKjiKJkHRuI/AAAAAAAAADc/OQWzzgrBS44/s320/jens+camera+170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523913606963873506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Mom and Dad making out!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TKjmxlgLvYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Oh-sdDS_gHI/s1600/jens+camera+175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TKjmxlgLvYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Oh-sdDS_gHI/s320/jens+camera+175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523918682524990850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Ben and Allison posing at the mill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TKjmx2RPFiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pYvJmHX0ujI/s1600/jens+camera+198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TKjmx2RPFiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pYvJmHX0ujI/s320/jens+camera+198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523918687025698338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Dan testing the coldness of the creek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TKjkzHmOGVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NJUX_zJawQ8/s1600/jens+camera+190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TKjkzHmOGVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NJUX_zJawQ8/s320/jens+camera+190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523916509833730386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We really should have gone to Spicers.  Its closer to home and there is more to do there like a corn maze and a huge gift shop.  Oh well.  There wasn't too many people there and we left fairly quickly because of the rain, so I guess it wants too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-782061133711568163?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/782061133711568163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-has-begun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/782061133711568163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/782061133711568163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-has-begun.html' title='Fall has begun'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TKjiKJkHRuI/AAAAAAAAADc/OQWzzgrBS44/s72-c/jens+camera+170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-3373653352216196797</id><published>2010-09-08T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:08:43.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Employed at last</title><content type='html'>I finally have a job!!!!  I will be working FULL TIME!!!  First ever since working at 16.  I will be working at the Learning Tree in South Lyon which is 30 minutes from my house.  It is a perfect spot because Dan and I want to live there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be working in the toddler room.  It is my first time working with toddlers.  I have only worked with preschool.  It should be interesting because I dont know as much about them as I do with preschool.  Plus they cant do much, so it will keep my days busy and challenging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they sent me to get a physical and a TB test.  Naturally I waited an hour and a half, just to see the nurse, who took my vitals (height, weight, eye test, lifting test,)  then she gave me the TB test and then the doctor came in and made me retake my blood test because it was too high.  I finally left after and hour and a half.  After that I had to go to Howell to submit for a background check.  If everything pans out by Friday I will start Monday.  I hope it does because we are really starting to hurt for money; we currently have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to get started.  Its going to be so fun working with toddlers and the girls I will be working with are really nice and friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-3373653352216196797?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3373653352216196797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/09/employed-at-last.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/3373653352216196797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/3373653352216196797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/09/employed-at-last.html' title='Employed at last'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-8610349141317068943</id><published>2010-08-17T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:17:48.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH</title><content type='html'>Ok so its been a month since I wrote last.  Nothing much happens.  I lost my job because one of the mothers convinced the boss to get rid of me.  So now I have to get a new job but no one is hiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purse selling is growing!  I went to a fair and made $600, then had a purse party on Sunday that made another $300.  So that is helping us out lots.  I am also getting calls from people who want a party now so business is picking up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a baby rampage.  I want one so bad.  I keep trying to convince Dan, but he says we cannot afford it, especially since I don't have a job.  I keep hoping to get pregnant one of these days.  My mom and my sister keep hasseling me to have one. I guess I could. All I have to do is stop taking my birth control pill, but I don't want to put Dan in a spot where he is going to resent me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs got fleas and our house is covered in them.  Dan has bites all over his arms and stomach.  He is finally going to the doctor today to see what is wrong.  We cleaned the house top to bottom and gave the dogs flea medicine but they are still scratching and Dan's bites keep growing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-8610349141317068943?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8610349141317068943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/08/ugh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8610349141317068943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8610349141317068943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/08/ugh.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-8263609787146234748</id><published>2010-06-28T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:09:09.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>I had my first purse party on Sunday.  It was horrible.  My mom and my sister came over and helped me make and set up all the food.  Dan and I moved furniture and set of tables.  Then my boss came and told me how to set up the purses at someones home.  After that we sat around and talked for 2 hours.  People were suppose to get there at 2:00 pm: nobody arrived till after 3:30.  I only had 5 people show up.  None of my friends or coworkers came, none of my moms friends came, and none of Dans moms friends came.  It was a god awful experience.  It really hit home for me that I have no friends.  All I have is Dan (who I love and helped out so much) and my family.  Everyone else sucks.  I invited over 30 people and only 5 turn up.  I was so upset, I almost started crying.  So F*** everyone else.  Next time they need something from me, I am not going to do it.  I am so mad. &lt;br /&gt;I did sell 6 purses, so that made me feel a little better.  I can't wait to have other parties.  I think if other people have them, then more people would come.  I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-8263609787146234748?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8263609787146234748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/06/failure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8263609787146234748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8263609787146234748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/06/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-4245968534234221926</id><published>2010-06-08T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T06:56:20.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>purse seller extrodinaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TA5L-HQC18I/AAAAAAAAACk/rVqsJyi67yw/s1600/4477359900_e18fd73184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TA5L-HQC18I/AAAAAAAAACk/rVqsJyi67yw/s320/4477359900_e18fd73184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480401327026788290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now sell purses.  I contact my new boss and she has started setting me up.  I am going to get all my purses and supplies this Saturday!!!!!  Then next weekend I will be at the Hamburg Family Fun Fest with a booth full of purses.  I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am also stressed and overwhelmed.  I have to fill out lots of paper work, and forms, start a website and create a profile on the companies website.  There is so much to do and no time to do it in.  Plus I am confused on how to do some of the things she wants me to do.  ahhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked Dan to help and he could care less.  All I want is to see if he can understand it better than me.  What a turd.  But I guess this is my business and I have to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first party is the 27 of June.  I am having a Beach Party theme and got some supplies from my mom to make it more authentic.  The party is at my house so that means lots of cleaning and rearranging things to fit in more than 20 guests.  Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-4245968534234221926?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4245968534234221926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/06/purse-seller-extrodinaire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/4245968534234221926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/4245968534234221926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/06/purse-seller-extrodinaire.html' title='purse seller extrodinaire'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TA5L-HQC18I/AAAAAAAAACk/rVqsJyi67yw/s72-c/4477359900_e18fd73184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-8622066950179487371</id><published>2010-06-04T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:37:43.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New job.... Hopefully</title><content type='html'>I have decided to start writing again since I have so much free time now that work cut my hours.  Daniel and I are still the same.  Spending the weekends with the dogs and the weekdays working.  We are low on money so I got the idea to sell something from home.  I love purses so I got online and signed up to be a consultant for Purse Divas.  Well when the lady finally contacted me so give me this rehearsed speech about their company.  She told me I would get a cut of the money and had to have 6 parties a month.  No way.  I don't know enough people for that.  Then she told me that I would have to attend a training in NEBRASKA!!  Is she freaking nuts.  I have no money as it is and she wants me to buy a plane ticket for a 4 hour training.  I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that night I spend 2 hours on the computer looking at other companies.  I found one located right here in Michigan and I get all the money I make.  I contacted the owner and she emailed me that night to arrange a time to talk in the morning.  She called on time and told me all about the company and how I would be the only consultant in my area and I could make a ton of money.  So after talking with Dan, we decided that I should do it with his help.  So now I am sitting here waiting for her to call me so I can tell her the good news!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited and I think I will do really well.  I hope she calls me............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-8622066950179487371?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8622066950179487371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-job-hopefully.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8622066950179487371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8622066950179487371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-job-hopefully.html' title='New job.... 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The next morning  I felt better but my stomach was doing some weird gurgling stuff.  I tried eating a variety of foods, but nothing settled my stomach but Ice cream.  for some reason the pain always went away when i have a shake or a cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the girls know at work and they said that I could be pregnant.  And that ice cream was the food i was craving.  I counted my days and realized it was possible that i could be.  so after work, i went to the store and bought a pregnancy test.  I was so nervous.  i peed on the stick and waited, holding my breath........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;negative.  In a way i was happy; we dont have the money to raise a kid, but i was getting excited on the way home thinking of telling everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach is still doing the weird gurgles, and i still dont eat very much.  I had 2 shakes in the last 2 days, not good.  maybe i should try the stick again......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-8721733010406916402?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8721733010406916402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/03/flu-scare.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8721733010406916402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8721733010406916402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/03/flu-scare.html' title='flu scare'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-455223024144278940</id><published>2010-02-28T12:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:44:40.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our newest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/S4rOhUhGZBI/AAAAAAAAACc/2Czll9CJ6cQ/s1600-h/winter+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/S4rOhUhGZBI/AAAAAAAAACc/2Czll9CJ6cQ/s320/winter+2010+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443390171469210642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Zappa.  He is the newest addition to our family.  We adopted him on Valentines Day, so I guess you could call him my present.  Isn't that the cutest face ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we adopted Lily, I noticed that she was obsessed with Dan.  she would follow him everywhere, and only listen to him.  I told Dan that I wanted a dog for me, that I really want a dog that will love me like Lily loves him.  He said that I already had a dog and that she loves me just fine, but she never ever payed me the attention that she gave to Dan.  I looked on Petfinders.com to find myself a small lap dog that I could carry around with me and he/she would be mine.  Petfinders was too hard.  I contacted about 5 people and they all said the same thing...... Home visit.  We didn't have much luck with that last time, so I knew my only option was Last Chance, where we adopted Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Petsmart every weekend to look for a dog for me.  I always found one I liked but Dan had a problem with each one.  Valentines Day, after church we made a stop at Petsmart.  They had tons of small dogs there, which is awesome because all they ever had was big dogs.  There were 4 different types of Pomeranian's, and a couple of Yorkshires.  I wanted a yorkie so bad, but again Dan had a problem with a dog that small, he thought he would step on it, or sit on it.  We saw Zappa and went to pet him.  He was very friendly and the foster mom pulled him out of the cage and we fell in love.  We took him home that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem was, he had heartworms.  Thoes are little worms that get into a dogs bloodstream and travel to the heart and weaken the dog.  It is very hard on the dog and the operation for it is very expensive.  (thats why the previous owner had to give him up)   We had no idea how well he was going to recover, and my mom was pissed that we would get a dog that had a huge problem.  But Zappa is great.  We took him to the vet and was as healthy as a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zappa is very outgoing, and active.  He tends to pee all over the house and bark at the slightest noises, but we are working on that.  Him and Lily get along pretty well.  They are learning to sit next to each other and they even play tug-of-war with each other.  Lily is very jealous of Zappa.  She now comes to me and will try and climb all over me if I am playing with Zappa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him and I am so glad he came into my life.  He is my little lap dog and I cannot wait to show him off to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a video of Lily and Zappa playing tug-of-war!&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-64d521205738939a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64d521205738939a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331744404%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F1F84FFA1F165425782249CB49438922BF173B7.2C640DA89A73E50BF24D75D860CBF798A525CB74%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64d521205738939a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj0fuvFCU3GGya4V7D6YhzO7TCh8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64d521205738939a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331744404%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F1F84FFA1F165425782249CB49438922BF173B7.2C640DA89A73E50BF24D75D860CBF798A525CB74%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64d521205738939a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj0fuvFCU3GGya4V7D6YhzO7TCh8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-455223024144278940?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/455223024144278940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-newest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/455223024144278940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/455223024144278940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-newest.html' title='Our newest'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/S4rOhUhGZBI/AAAAAAAAACc/2Czll9CJ6cQ/s72-c/winter+2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-2782460884855640019</id><published>2010-02-07T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T05:36:12.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Another year older...... &lt;br /&gt;My birthday was not what I expected this year.  My morning was terrible.  I felt like poo on a stick. Then we went out to look for a dog, and Dan didnt like the one I did.  Then we went to GFS and the only thing I wanted there was sold out.  Then we went to Best Buy and they didn't have the cds I was looking for.  Then Dan wouldn't take me to Red Robin for lunch so we had Mc Donalds.  I was so upset, I came home and took a nap.  Then we went to my parents house, and that was much better.  I got a new purse, Borders gift cards, an Ugly Doll, and an awesome cake.  We had Gus's for dinner and then watched Next with Nic Cage.  The whole time we watched it my brother would not stop talking and making fun of it, so it ruined the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another dinner tonight.  hopefully that goes better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-2782460884855640019?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/2782460884855640019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/2782460884855640019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/2782460884855640019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-6890662630319997418</id><published>2010-01-22T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:55:11.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick times</title><content type='html'>Since the new year, almost all the children have been send home because they are sick.  Not anything serious, just running noses and temps.  well i knew i was going to get it, it was just a matter of time.  So last week I started feeling like crap; tired, sore, exhausted, and a sore throat.  It never got any worse, thank goodness, (I am known to get strep).  This week Dan is sick and very crabby.  He had exactly what I had only his is taking longer to heal.  He is so mean and short tempered I cant stand it.  He needs to get better fast because I am sick(pun intended) of his crabbiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-6890662630319997418?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/6890662630319997418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-times.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/6890662630319997418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/6890662630319997418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-times.html' title='Sick times'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-8854902537445373363</id><published>2010-01-03T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:39:26.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>So I have decided to ring in the New year by going full out.  I am going to have the best year.  Dan and I are happily married, and have a dog that we love.  We are going to work better on saving money and going out less.  We also decided to stop buying things we dont need.  Good luck to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our New years eve was nice and relaxing.  We spent the day together at our house enjoying the holiday and not worring about going places.  Around 5 we went to my parents house for our New Years eve tradition.  We eat lots of food and play tons of games.  We all had a good time playing Apples to Apples, In a pickle and of course, the Wii. We rung in the New Year with Ben and Allisons engagement.  Yep thats right, Ben proposed to Allison right as the ball was dropping and she said yes.  They wont be married for a while because Ben wants to finish school so he can support her.  My family was very happy for them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years day we went to the Motorcycle show in Novi.  Its basically a bunch of dudes looking at all kinds of motorcycles, atv, and other fun things.  Dan loves it.  Its like a toy store to him.  He gets on all the bikes he likes and pretends to drive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show we went to Borders for me!  Love to read, Dan got to see his bikes, I get to see my wonderland of books!  Then back home to relax some more.  It was a pretty good New Year.  Much better than our hectic Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-8854902537445373363?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8854902537445373363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8854902537445373363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8854902537445373363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-4431049299850745672</id><published>2009-12-26T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:56:28.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh boy.  Christmas with 2 families is a pain.  There is no time for Dan and I to be with each other because we are too busy running between 2 families.  Christmas eve we had dinner with my mom and dad, then went to service with Dan's family.  After service we went to his parents to have cookies and eggnog and play booby trap.  We got home and played with Lily for a long time, then finally went to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Christmas day we opened our presents together.  I got Dan a motorcycle tire, a toy helicopter and a bunch of little stuff.  He got me a GPS and a jewelry box.  As soon as we were done, we packed up presents and Lily and made our way to my parents house.  We opened our gifts from them and bolted out of there in order to make it on time to Dan's side.  We had brunch and then opened more gifts.  After opening gifts we had pizza snackers and went back home to unwind before leaving and going back to my parents for dinner.  We both fell asleep for 2 hours because we were zonked.  We had dinner then played Mario Party 8 with Jenny and Jason, then came back home to bed.  It didnt feel like christmas because we spent so much of our time running around.  Plus it rained hard all day instead of snowing.  Maybe next year we will have Christmas at our house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-4431049299850745672?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/4431049299850745672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/4431049299850745672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/4431049299850745672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas everyone!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-3587513530609877947</id><published>2009-12-21T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T15:25:49.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/SzADaQkPwTI/AAAAAAAAACU/UYzPFL3CVM0/s1600-h/Lily+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/SzADaQkPwTI/AAAAAAAAACU/UYzPFL3CVM0/s320/Lily+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417834101385183538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/SzADZyASW_I/AAAAAAAAACM/Ra6igsV6FWM/s1600-h/random+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/SzADZyASW_I/AAAAAAAAACM/Ra6igsV6FWM/s320/random+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417834093181295602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/SzADZs9ZHUI/AAAAAAAAACE/G0GLDDtaPaQ/s1600-h/random+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/SzADZs9ZHUI/AAAAAAAAACE/G0GLDDtaPaQ/s320/random+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417834091826978114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and I have been looking for a dog ever since we got married.  We went to the pet expo in Novi and found an amazing dog.  It was a mix, very friendly and very cute.  We had to fill out this intense paperwork, and then had an interview with the lady in charge of adoptions. She didn't like us and kept telling us we needed certain things in order to adopt the dog.  She told us that someone would call us to schdeual a home visit in a couple of weeks.  Well no one called us, even after I called and emailed the company.  So we knew it was time to look for another dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Petsmart's adoptions day a couple of weeks ago and Dan was not comfortable adopting any of the dogs there.  So Saturday we decided we would try Petsmart again, and if they didn't have any dogs we liked, we were going to go to the Human Society.  We were looking at the dogs and the adoptive lady came over and asked us what type of dog we wanted and hooked us up with Lily right away.  This was Lily's first showing, and she was very nervous and shakey.  We took her home that day and she was so comfortable in our house that she climbed right up on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily loves to be petted.  She will come sit with you on the couch and weasle her way into your lap to make sure you can pet her.  She is still skittish, and loud noises scare her, but she is getting better.   Dan loves her.  He was so excited to get a dog!  Plus her name is Lily and that was one of the names I wanted for my future child!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-3587513530609877947?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3587513530609877947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/12/lily.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/3587513530609877947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/3587513530609877947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/12/lily.html' title='Lily'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/SzADaQkPwTI/AAAAAAAAACU/UYzPFL3CVM0/s72-c/Lily+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-5214205449221207532</id><published>2009-12-16T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T04:46:07.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, its been a while.  I have just been so busy with being used to married life, and my new job.  I got it right after Thanksgiving.  I work 35-40 hours a week, which is amazing.  I really like it there, much better than my old place.  We even get a week off from Christmas eve to January 4th.  How awesome is that?  We just had our company Christmas party on Monday.  All we did was eat food and talk.  It was nice.  Today we have the Christmas party for the kids.  Santa is coming and they are singing songs for him, getting a present and eating.  Speaking of Christmas, all my shopping is done.  I hope no one expects big gifts.  We are poor.  I haven't gotten a pay check in over a month because of the way things worked out when I switched jobs, so that's hurting us.  I get payed on Friday so lets hope its a big check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been snowing here like crazy.  Everyday we get a couple of inches, then it rains and freezes and makes everything icy.  The good about the snow is that it makes it feel like Christmas even more.  I love Christmas.  Its a great time to spend with family and not worry about anything for a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't gotten my wedding pictures.  I contacted my photographer and she said they were having problems loading all the pictures on the internet.  I cant wait to see them.  They better be good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-5214205449221207532?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/5214205449221207532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/5214205449221207532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/5214205449221207532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-2132620521325703517</id><published>2009-11-21T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:02:00.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a married women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/SwibkW3aW7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/KvMKrwfFzf8/s1600/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/SwibkW3aW7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/KvMKrwfFzf8/s320/DSC00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406742401573870514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/SwibjxtwzFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Wzt0k9Fybio/s1600/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/SwibjxtwzFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Wzt0k9Fybio/s320/wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406742391601286226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, finally all that craziness is done with.  The wedding was great.  I didnt get nervous til 30 seconds before I walked in and only cried a couple of times.  I spent most of my time laughing so I wouldn't cry.  Ceremony was nice and short, but beautifully done.  Then the receiveing line, where it finally hit me and I couldn't stop crying.  Then pictures, my parents to get my dress fixed, the off to Crystal Gardens to have more pictures and the reception.  We had a photobooth and it was a hit.  Everyone wanted to have their picture taken, and told me what a great idea it was.  Went to Frankenmuth for our honeymoon and had lots of fun relaxing, and spending lots of money.  Came home to eat cake and open presents.  Next we spent some of our gift money buying more things for the house.  hopefully we will be done spending soon.  I love being married.  I love spending all my time with Dan and living my life.  We are both so happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-2132620521325703517?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/2132620521325703517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-married-women.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/2132620521325703517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/2132620521325703517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-married-women.html' title='I am a married women'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/SwibkW3aW7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/KvMKrwfFzf8/s72-c/DSC00047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-3468767225493037453</id><published>2009-11-08T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:56:43.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week to Go!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My wedding is coming faster than I realized.  Next week at this time I will be married and on my honeymoon.  I am not nervous, just finding it hard to believe.   Everything is done and I stressed out for no reason.  Plus I was sick with the flu and strep.  I hope I dont get sick from now til Saturday.  I have most of my stuff moved to the house.  I really dont need to worry about getting everything, because I will be living 15 minutes away, but I want to get moved and not have to worry about it.  I will soon be able to start my life with Dan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview this Wednesday at Childtime.  The lady who left the message said it looks really good.  I hope I get it because I have no money now.  Dan and I have been busy buying things for our house (spent $200 at Ikea) and now I have nothing left.  I hope they offer me more hours and more pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-3468767225493037453?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3468767225493037453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-week-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/3468767225493037453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/3468767225493037453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-week-to-go.html' title='One week to Go!!!!!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-8132254345227695524</id><published>2009-10-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:10:29.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Netflix</title><content type='html'>Dan and I decided to get netflix.  We tend to buy movies that we want to see, but dont have any idea how good they are, so we are trying Netflix.  That way we can watch the movies, then buy them if we like them.  I am excited.  I just spent an hour picking out movies, and rating the ones we have already seen, so they can get a better match.  I will be sure to tell you how it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-8132254345227695524?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8132254345227695524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/10/netflix.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8132254345227695524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8132254345227695524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/10/netflix.html' title='Netflix'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-6150002017915266333</id><published>2009-10-15T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:31:18.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Home</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front of house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/Ste9y-KnD_I/AAAAAAAAABY/Zrglqvlf_PA/s1600-h/house+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/Ste9y-KnD_I/AAAAAAAAABY/Zrglqvlf_PA/s320/house+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392987762178068466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back of house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/Ste90F8dNhI/AAAAAAAAABo/wqi8IK0N90k/s1600-h/house+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/Ste90F8dNhI/AAAAAAAAABo/wqi8IK0N90k/s320/house+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392987781446055442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/Ste8dufY1lI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9BEdr8vjcj4/s1600-h/house+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/Ste8dufY1lI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9BEdr8vjcj4/s320/house+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392986297681368658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/Ste8c1wx7kI/AAAAAAAAABI/jt22yYkN4Wc/s1600-h/house+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/Ste8c1wx7kI/AAAAAAAAABI/jt22yYkN4Wc/s320/house+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392986282453495362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/Ste8cQXpO5I/AAAAAAAAABA/1tuYicQ4JT4/s1600-h/house+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/Ste8cQXpO5I/AAAAAAAAABA/1tuYicQ4JT4/s320/house+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392986272415955858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are still trying to empty the house.  My cousins stuff was everywhere.  Once its all moved out, we will do a mega cleaning. It was so gross in there.  Once our cleaning is done, we can finally starting unloading all of our stuff.  So much work.  I dont ever want to move again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-6150002017915266333?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/6150002017915266333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-new-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/6150002017915266333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/6150002017915266333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-new-home.html' title='Our New Home'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/Ste9y-KnD_I/AAAAAAAAABY/Zrglqvlf_PA/s72-c/house+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-7745341716826684217</id><published>2009-10-13T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:06:59.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems at work</title><content type='html'>I am really starting to hate going into work now.  We have this new boy with severe A.D.D. and he is very hard to control.  He will not listen to a word I say and even resorted to barging and threatening me so he could do something. Needless to say, I turned it around on him and he never did what he promised.  Work does not help the situation.  They let him do what he wants even though all the rest of the children have to do it.  ex: he didnt bring a coat so we got one for him to borrow and he didnt want to, so instead of missing recess, he got to play without a coat.  Meanwhile all the rest of the kids wanted to take their coats off.   Then he wanted to have lunch and wanted to go into the lunch room and eat without a teacher there to look after him.  I had to tell him to stay with me til a teacher came because I had to watch 11 others and I could not stay with him. He threw a fit, and I had to hold him in my arms. No other teachers were offering help.  Its hard to hold one kid while trying to keep 11 others in line.  I think I will talk to my boss and tell her that I am uncomfortable working with this boy.  I get nervous every time I have to be in class with him.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of our new house coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-7745341716826684217?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/7745341716826684217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/10/problems-at-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/7745341716826684217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/7745341716826684217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/10/problems-at-work.html' title='Problems at work'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-3655710467449875624</id><published>2009-10-11T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:33:51.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><content type='html'>My weekend had its ups and downs.  We moved Dan in on Saturday and when we got there, the house was a mess.  No of my cousins stuff was moved out except for in the master bedroom.  So I called my mom and she called my aunt to tell the boys to get packing.  So when we came back from doing a second load, they were busy packing things up, but now they are pissed off.  OH WELL.  We gave them 2 extra months, then a weeks advanced notice and none of their stuff was gone. Dan and I couldn't set anything up and that was the part I was looking forward to the most.  My cousins said they would be moved out by Wednesday, so I hope next weekend we can start putting our stuff away.  It was nice though to help Dan move and be there for him.  Plus we have a house of our own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-3655710467449875624?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/3655710467449875624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/3655710467449875624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/3655710467449875624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-8185446643912821659</id><published>2009-10-09T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:41:04.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couples Counseling</title><content type='html'>Yester-night, Dan and I went to couples counseling at the church. (we have to do it in order to be married there).  Pastor wanted to go over our couples test to see how compatible we are.  We did really well on the family aspect.  We both agreed family was important and had a lot of influence in our lives.  We sucked on hobbies.  We both put how we like to be with each other, and sometimes hang out with other people.  Pastor did not like that.  He said that if we are too close it will ruin our relationship.  He said that we both need to hang out with friends and couples more.  I disagree.  I only get to see Dan 2-3 times  a week and i dont want to waste it.  We totally failed the expections part of it.  I really didnt get it but it was okay to fail.  Next time, I know we will be talking about spiritual, and its not going to go well.  i never say the right things and Pastor never asks Dan questions because Dan knows it all.  So pick on me, great.  Moving Dan in tomorrow.  So excited!!!  We have so much to do.  Still waiting on a couple more RSVPs, if all else falls I can call, or make Dan do it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-8185446643912821659?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/8185446643912821659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/10/couples-counseling.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8185446643912821659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/8185446643912821659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/10/couples-counseling.html' title='Couples Counseling'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425521235942257884.post-1907830554702775912</id><published>2009-10-08T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:17:12.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First entry</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;I am starting this blog because my future sister told me too.  Plus I like to vent!  Starting to get worried about my wedding.  We are moving Dan into the house this weekend and its so confusing.  Right now my cousin lives there and is not leaving until the house he is going to live in is squared away.  He has no idea when that is.  I dont know if he plans on living with Dan or if he is going to get an apartment.  I would really like for him to be out so we can set up our living room, kitchen, bedrooms, bathrooms, ect.  Kind of making me upset.  Oh well.  Not going to be mean about it and we will see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425521235942257884-1907830554702775912?l=stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/feeds/1907830554702775912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-entry.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/1907830554702775912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425521235942257884/posts/default/1907830554702775912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacey-mylifesortof.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-entry.html' title='First entry'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05160546631561533423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03dNbVj1m38/TIfufbZytsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fXMazn0HPiU/S220/x+mas+gift+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
