tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18666357503982453722008-11-06T20:18:20.066-08:00Stephanie's BlogStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-69163934936522652542008-10-29T11:52:00.000-07:002008-11-06T08:38:16.272-08:00DESIGN FINDS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/SRMSnwRExSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4NB7G8a7ERw/s1600-h/chair.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/SRMSnwRExSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4NB7G8a7ERw/s320/chair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265572863506957602" /></a><br /><br />She is a little rough around the edges, but is FULL of POTENTIAL. This design find was $6.00 at a local consignment sale. I love the form of this chair! The floral pattern makes it interesting but I will turn it into a modern more subdued patterned chair, minus the lilac and neon greens. <br /><br />Tip- If your looking for cheap, cheap, deals, never go the first day to a consignment sale, prices will significantly drop a day or so before the sale ends.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-38800006352339936642008-10-28T08:46:00.000-07:002008-10-28T09:12:50.236-07:0083' Baby<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/SQc5-PdtQTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ErZ1N8IN_XI/s1600-h/hallowblog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/SQc5-PdtQTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ErZ1N8IN_XI/s320/hallowblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262238431071519026" /></a><br />Well folks its the time of year again, a little day called Halloween, aka dress like a goof and get away with it. I was tipped off by a co-worker that there was quite the dress at the local Salvation Army, thus birthed the idea of '83 Prom Queen. While excitingly shopping, the hub snubbed out two 80's Alabama tour jackets. One for himself and one for a friend who is married to my friend. I called her and she managed to snag a vintage looking Madonna dress and played the, "Prom Queen Runner Up." I also found a pair of blue vintage matching earrings. My Memaw, the "craft queen", found two bath back scrubbers, at the local Dollar Tree sewed them for me. She also helped me tediously glue each individual bead, lining the sash. She broke out some 1990's puff paint and we went to town.(Thanks for all the help Memaw, it was a blast!) For a good two hours I worked very hard on getting together old silk flower and making a grotesque corsage. I busted out the back comb, hair spray, and styled my hot hair do. All in all in it was a good night but I want to punch someone in the kidney for thinking sequence under the armpits was ever a good idea. More pics to come!!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-70507908509598816832008-07-17T12:23:00.000-07:002008-07-17T12:50:59.691-07:00Break me off a piece of that, "Golden Ticket !"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/SH-hJmvGWPI/AAAAAAAAADY/PiMo1ou8rfw/s1600-h/blogspacepic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/SH-hJmvGWPI/AAAAAAAAADY/PiMo1ou8rfw/s320/blogspacepic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224071279162054898" /></a><br />I read this on Yahoo News today and couldn't believe it! Forget about, "The Chocolate Factory," this ticket is going to the moon! <br /><br />PARIS (Reuters) - A French air hostess will become one of Europe's pioneer space tourists after picking a chocolate wrapper out of the rubbish and finding a winning number in a competition to fly to the upper reaches of the earth's atmosphere.<br /><br /><br />Mathilde Epron, 32, said she had bought a Kit Kat chocolate bar at her local supermarket but initially threw the wrapper in the bin, telling herself that "it's only others who win."<br /><br />Two hours later, thinking back to the competition, she decided to try her luck and fished the wrapper out of the bin, only to find a code marked inside.<br /><br />"For someone who works in air travel it's really a dream come true," she told France Info radio.<br /><br />A spokeswoman for Nestle in France confirmed that Epron had won the prize to take a flight on a four-seater, fighter-sized aircraft built by Rocketplane, a company that builds aircraft intended to provide cheap flights into space.<br /><br />She will receive four days of astronaut training in Oklahoma City in the United States before boarding the Rocketplane XP aircraft which will reach an altitude of 100 km (60 miles) and allow a five-minute experience of weightlessness.<br /><br />(Reporting by Joseph Tandy; Editing by James Mackenzie)<br /><br />This is incredible, the best thing I have ever gotten from a candy bar wrapper, is a candy bar. As frequent as this type of travel is becoming I sometimes wonder... is space going to be the new Disney World?Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-45462495417507740462008-07-08T13:13:00.000-07:002008-07-08T14:01:28.977-07:00Solar Powered Radio's for the poverty stricken country of AfricaCheck out the video and the link below to learn more! <a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=26390527">Check out this video: Freeplay Radio</a><br><br><embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=26390527&v=2&type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="386"></embed><br><br><a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&videoid=26390527&title=Check out this video: Freeplay Radio">Add to My Profile</a> | <a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home">More Videos</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Randomly today, I stumbled across this video of Tom Hanks standing in front of these crazy looking radios. I think this is a really interesting concept, free information from a device that is environmentally friendly. I looked into this and the company Freeplay really thinks outside of the box. It's genius! What better gift then a solar powered radio for people who live in poverty? These are people who don't have access to vital and educational information, and who don't have the money to buy batteries.<br /><br />Four Facts from Freeplay...<br /><br /><br /><br />Fact 1: Nearly 2 billion people in the world, approximately 35% of the global population, still do not have electricity. Sub-Saharan Africa, with a population of about 350 million people, has the lowest levels of electrification in the world, where 9 out of 10 people do not have electricity.<br /><br />Fact 2: Energy and poverty are linked. The areas in the world with the high levels of poverty also have the lowest levels of modern energy consumption. For example, per capita consumption of modern energy in sub-Saharan Africa, where more than half of the population lives below the poverty line, is a staggering 20 times lower than the global average.<br /><br />Fact 3: Batteries are one solution, but batteries are costly. People in least developed countries on average spend 6% of their income on batteries ($24/year) – if people in developed countries were to spend the same that would amount to $2331/year!<br /><br />Fact 4: To break the poverty cycle, people must have unlimited and inexpensive access to information, access to education, access to light wherever and whenever they need it.<br /><br /><br /><br />For more Freeplay info...www.freeplayenergy.com<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />An article from Time Magazine about these Forward Thinkers...<br /><a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/2007/article/0,28804,1663317_1663322_1669935,00.html">http://www.time.com/time/specials/2007/article/0,28804,1663317_1663322_1669935,00.html</a>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-35971887480104677972008-07-07T11:05:00.001-07:002008-07-07T11:36:54.644-07:00This is dead on...<div style="width: 335px; height: 277px; line-height: 1px;"><embed src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/personality_landscape.swf" FlashVars="clickstream=a78ca00ba802f1aae2adaa6051d18daa" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="242" width="330"></embed><a href="http://www.youniverse.com/personality/feedback/a78ca00ba802f1aae2adaa6051d18daa" style="padding: 0; margin: 0; float: left;"><img style="border: none !important; padding: 0; margin: 0;" border="0" src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/readMyProfileLink.gif" alt="Youniverse Personality Test" width="147" height="35" /></a><a href="http://www.youniverse.com/personality/" style="padding: 0; margin: 0; float: left;"><img border="0" style="border: none !important; padding: 0; margin: 0;" src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/youniverseLink.gif" alt="Youniverse Personality Test" width="183" height="35" /></a></div><br /><br />I don't normally open forwards but my Me-maw sent me this one and it intrigued me. You should try it!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-1590057252872195442008-06-26T10:28:00.000-07:002008-06-26T10:52:44.320-07:00Interesting FactsI always love reading these sorts of things; I thought you might like them too. Pardon my useless commentary…<br /><br />Interesting Facts<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Right-handed people live, on average, nine years <br />longer than left-handed people do.<br /></span><br /><br />(Not surprising, they probably just give up on life because everything in this world is made for right-handed people.) <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />The flea can jump 350 times its body length which would be equivalent to a human jumping the length of a football field. </span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><br /><br />A cockroach will live nine days without its head, before it starves to death. </span><br /><br />(I think I just threw up a little. But come on people, those things can survive an atomic bomb; of course they can live without a head.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating 1 olive from each salad served in first-class.</span><br /> <br />(That's fine, but don’t mess with my Sun Chips in Coach.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise.</span> <br /><br />(Case in point: Men are from Mars Women are from Venus, women think logically.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><br />Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning. </span><br /><br />(My iced white mocha seems to do the trick.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><br />Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than the entire Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined. </span><br /><br />(Perfect example of our screwed up society.)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Pearls melt in vinegar.</span> <br /><br />(Won’t be trying this one.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are already married. </span><br /><br />(lovely...gag)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">It is possible to lead a cow upstairs...but not downstairs. </span><br /><br />(So, was the stranded cow really stranded?) Side note: I almost cried that it closed.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The reason firehouses have circular stairways is from the days when the engines were pulled by horses. The horses were stabled on the ground floor and figured out how to walk up straight staircases. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Richard Millhouse Nixon was the first US president whose name contains all the letters from the word 'criminal.' The second was William Jefferson Clinton. </span><br /><br />(George Walker Bush insert clever word here ------.)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Turtles can breathe through their butts. <br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Butterflies taste with their feet. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="font-weight:bold;">On average, 100 people choke to death on ball-point pens every year. </span><br /><br />(Note to self.)<br /><br /><br /> <span style="font-weight:bold;">On average people fear spiders more than they do death.</span> <br /><br /><br /> <span style="font-weight:bold;">Ninety percent of New York City cabbies are recently arrived immigrants. <br /><br /></span><br /> <span style="font-weight:bold;">Elephants are the only animals that can't jump. </span><br /><br />(But Mary Mack paid fifty-cents to see the elephant jump the fence, fence, fence. What a rip off…)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older. <br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Women blink nearly twice as much as men</span>. <br /><br />(I noticed, have you seen me on YouTube?)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"> The Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an inch every year because when it was built, engineers failed to take into account the weight of all the books that would occupy the building. </span><br /><br />(That’s a Hoosier for you,love you Dana).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing. </span><br /><br />(I have read this one several times before, but I absolutely refuse to except it!)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />The electric chair was invented by a dentist.</span><br /><br />(Have you seen the tools they use on your teeth? There all torture devices!)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />In ancient Egypt, priests plucked EVERY hair from their bodies, <br />including their eyebrows and eyelashes. </span><br /><br />(OUCH, and I thought my eyebrow wax was painful)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard. </span><br /><br />(I checked and this is a fact.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">If Barbie were life-size, her measurements would be 39-23-33. She would stand seven feet, two inches tall. </span><br /><br />(Hmm, Barbie is not so perfect after all.)Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-54829446787992968552008-06-13T15:51:00.001-07:002008-06-13T15:51:30.076-07:00Benny Goodman - Carmen Miranda 1943<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/pgCdAPkSSnA' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/pgCdAPkSSnA'/></object></p><p>Enjoy this Benny Goodman video about Paducah. I love this for so many reasons! You can't poo poo Paducah, its another word for paradise. </p></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-29473460103674587112008-03-24T09:58:00.000-07:002008-04-29T08:53:29.051-07:00Coffee and Computers don't mix<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/SBdEHZV0ufI/AAAAAAAAACs/adJ376m6NG8/s1600-h/coffeecomp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/SBdEHZV0ufI/AAAAAAAAACs/adJ376m6NG8/s320/coffeecomp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194695589047351794" /></a><br />Have you ever had those weeks or months for that matter where every thing seems to be going crazy? Picture it, I am enjoying a freshly brewed cup of coffee that is made up primarily of cream and sugar. I am on a call on my cell phone and my work phone starts to ring. As I hang up the work phone I go to grab the cell and my hand hits the coffee in such away that it flys into the air and comes down as a giant coffee fountain. When I contacted the computer dude about my tragedy this was his email back to me,<br /><br />"Stephanie,<br />You need to stop using this computer immediately if you haven't already. Did you have cream or sugar in your coffee? It's worse if you did. The sugar can actually eat through circuits and components." <br /><br />That sounded scary...considering I was guilty on both counts.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-41274333868482715992008-02-02T17:57:00.001-08:002008-02-02T17:57:55.132-08:00Life is like the Hokey Pokey.<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/UdjRTOuo4Sc' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UdjRTOuo4Sc'/></object></p><p>You put your right foot in, you put your right foot out, you put your right foot in and you shake it all about. You do the hokey pokey and you turn your self around, that's what it's all about. For some unknown reason I thought of this anology today. Into my twenties it seems like I have been trying to figure out my purpose. In the midst of it, Iv'e pondered the idea that maybe the search is the purpose. You put your whole self in, you put your whole self out you do this thing called life, that's what its all about. <br /><br /><br />Maybe, just maybe, if we put our whole selves into finding our purpose we will. <br /><br /><br />Yours truly,<br /><br />Stephanie </p></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-70969290794802231472008-01-29T13:45:00.000-08:002008-01-30T21:02:01.258-08:00May God be with them.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/R5-kw0CXhQI/AAAAAAAAACk/t2xnyqm8P4A/s1600-h/photokenya.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/R5-kw0CXhQI/AAAAAAAAACk/t2xnyqm8P4A/s320/photokenya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161024856499127554" /></a><br />I know my blogs are usually light hearted but this struck a chord with me. Due to recent attacks in Kenya, the founders of a wonderful organization known as Project Aids Orphans are in Grave Danger. <br /><br />I know how easy it is to shuffle these types of things aside, but we have to pop the bubble that we surround ourselves with and forget the phrase "Out of sight, out of mind." <br /><br />Pray for the people of Kenya as they face these horrific events. <br /><br /><br /><br />Click here to read more about it where my friend and fellow blogger, explains the situation. http://bizzyblogging.blogspot.com<br /><br />yours truly,<br /><br />StephanieStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-85097217792856870642008-01-16T11:21:00.000-08:002008-01-25T11:04:17.083-08:00Holiday's and RulebreakingJanuary is flying by! I had a wonderful Holiday/Christmas/New year's. Every year my husband and I swear not to buy anything for one another. Of course like every year he breaks the rules and me being the stickler that I am, I don't. Then I feel like an asterisk(*side note-I put the symbol b/c that word is almost unrecognizable. <br /><br /> So this year, since Craig had a little time off at New Year's I thought I would surprise him with a trip to Chicago to ring in the New Year. We went a few years ago and absolutely loved it! After he gave me my presents;perfume, white stiletto's,and a hot pink adorable sock hat,(the ones with the strings and the ball on the top.) I kept telling him that I had a present for him and he kept saying, "Baby, it's really o.k. that you didn't get me anything, we weren't supposed to anyway." I, of course laughing on the inside wanted to shout, WERE GOING TO CHICAGO AND YOU ARE CLUELESS! I edited some pics/video and did a little movie of us and all the places we have been this year. Then I put it to our favorite song and at the end it says, lets spend New Year's in a place we both love and he was FLOORED! For those who have just gagged, I apologize. <br /><br />I really felt lucky the last month or so...or I guess "appreciative," would be the better term. <br /><br />Yours Truly,<br />Stephanie<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b21ee10efc62493d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAABqQx1oQmSnIaATdhug8I96ksq84yjHDOqXJzBa98lzBIJX4nJ_O7yJMRXw0fsbN7hpEqSNYJXDhDgwhfgGrEfReZCmbSX7xC5gpcW_yqqCEuRkr0QpYX-UJpTOompcTMT_mSjLLS3j5xemsl048tJu6CSbNvanWFppFH9j_SNpSr4uyn2Fm1Bv9A5AJ3P6cfE83B39R_TPmnUbMN5lxLNX2QjthjDX5LCqcEbnRXE19%26sigh%3DC8KgaOAOnM_gR7wBhrT4mZpfPWk%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db21ee10efc62493d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DokHSE4bDneNKGCu-yvl3mKasC_I&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAABqQx1oQmSnIaATdhug8I96ksq84yjHDOqXJzBa98lzBIJX4nJ_O7yJMRXw0fsbN7hpEqSNYJXDhDgwhfgGrEfReZCmbSX7xC5gpcW_yqqCEuRkr0QpYX-UJpTOompcTMT_mSjLLS3j5xemsl048tJu6CSbNvanWFppFH9j_SNpSr4uyn2Fm1Bv9A5AJ3P6cfE83B39R_TPmnUbMN5lxLNX2QjthjDX5LCqcEbnRXE19%26sigh%3DC8KgaOAOnM_gR7wBhrT4mZpfPWk%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db21ee10efc62493d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DokHSE4bDneNKGCu-yvl3mKasC_I&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-42982462166374157192007-11-26T21:15:00.000-08:002007-11-26T21:16:29.411-08:00Pale-Painful-Pink<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/R0uoE1x5MjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t9iHTDJtoIU/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/R0uoE1x5MjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t9iHTDJtoIU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137384601055474226" /></a><br />Sore throat, aching joints, stuffy nose, swollen tonsils, and a possible fever. I think that sums up my symptoms. I was just bragging the other day about not being sick! Why do I jinx myself, just when things are going well? I am a doof-to-the-us. I just drank the nastiest powdered drink in history. I am sure you have heard of it or at least taken it. My norm, Airborne is all gone, so I had to settle for that Emergen-C drink which happens to be a whopping, 1,000 milligrams of vitamin C, and contains 32 mineral Complexes and 7 Mineral Ascorbates. Wait a minute...am I getting paid for this? <br /><br />Anyhoo, onto more important things. I have been helping paint our new offices at work a lovely shade of hot cocoa and a mint-esque accent color. (I somewhat contribute this sickness to the below zero temperatures at work.) The colors put me in mind of a fresh new Starbucks. They are quite lovely, actually. (O.k. now I sound British!) The color before we painted is what I would call, pale-painful-pink. It was one of those colors that your eyes are straining to figure out if it was white at one point in time. Picture an old hospital room with bad lighting.<br /><br /> I am ecstatic that pale-painful-pink is history; I can’t wait for this sickness to be. <br /><br />Yours Truly,<br /><br />StephanieStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-75786023772537256492007-11-23T22:02:00.000-08:002007-11-24T18:00:49.772-08:00Stick a fork in it, this Turkey is Done!<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/R0jXSoW997I/AAAAAAAAACI/KPyQqAYPvzo/s1600-h/Photo+355.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/R0jXSoW997I/AAAAAAAAACI/KPyQqAYPvzo/s320/Photo+355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136592090087421874" /></a><br /><br /><br />I have eaten, and eaten, and eaten! Why is it that on Thanksgiving we find it acceptable to gorge ourselves with food? I have never been so miserable in my entire life! I am not even stepping near a scale! I have had turkey, ham, rolls, various patato dishes, green beens, corn, cheeseballs,cheesecakes, pies, homemade fudge, and atleast three gallons of sweet tea. The list could go on, but I am getting sick thinking about it. Due to divorced parents, step parents, inlaws, and friends I had several Thanksgiving dinners. You know what they say about turkey making you sleepy? It is true, I have slept on average ten hours per night and have fought the urge to nap during the day. I begged nearly a dozen people to go shopping with me this morning since of course it is, "Black Friday," and all. No one would go! I guess they were eating or napping. So, when the work day was over I talked the hubby into going. 10 giftcards and a bag of stuff for ourselves later, we took our sorry, broke butts home!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-52408261253079501822007-11-05T21:30:00.000-08:002007-11-05T21:34:48.673-08:00Lucille Ball and Borat.<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/Ry_88JfqVCI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZSnaFowtuUA/s1600-h/n575017555_138562_5274.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/Ry_88JfqVCI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZSnaFowtuUA/s320/n575017555_138562_5274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129596610869351458" /></a><br />My name is Borat...if he said it one more time, I might have killed him. What a match we were. He wanted me to be the fat hairy guy from Borat and I wanted him to be Ricky Ricardo. You see how well that turned out. Doesn't every girl want to be a fat, balding, hairy guy for Halloween? Maybe next year...Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-21174416438059134752007-10-28T12:55:00.000-07:002007-10-28T15:46:57.618-07:00Pumkin Guts<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/RyUMfZfqVBI/AAAAAAAAABo/g9wSdDA5jCU/s1600-h/DSCF1322.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/RyUMfZfqVBI/AAAAAAAAABo/g9wSdDA5jCU/s320/DSCF1322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126517484390339602" /></a><br />This pumkin is my pride and joy. After hours of gut plucking and a few choice words, I completed this pumkin masterpiece. In case you are wondering what it is, it's a haunted house. In the top left hand corner there was supposed to be a bat but at two in the morning I got a little knife happy! I had a Halloween party this past Friday and I carved pumkins to be centerpieces. I can't wait to post all the pics from the party! I reminisced while carving, remembering all the years in my childhood that I got to pick out a pumkin every year. I didn't remember how horrible the smell of pumkin guts are. I am still trying to get the stink out of the house. If you want some patterns to carve your own, just google free pumkin carving patterns. I printed a few patterns and cut the outside of the pattern out, taped it on the pumkin, and started carving. Happy pumkin carving! <br /><br />yours trully,<br /><br />StephanieStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-52562647603249971882007-10-10T13:20:00.000-07:002007-10-10T13:25:15.636-07:00Mexico here I come!!!!!!!!!!In less then 15 minutes, I will be leaving for a cruise to Me-eh-co! I am so thrilled. I love the ocean! Anywho, I will be posting all the cruise pics as soon as I get home. My poor husband doesn't get to go. Its just me and my mommy's fam! Its been a lot of years since I have been on a family trip...hope we don't kill each other. When I get back I have so much to do, shower planning, and of course a lot to do for a Huge Halloween Bash. It is going to be so fun! <br /><br />Seionara seniors and senioritas, <br /><br /><br />Stephanie<br /><br />I can't spell in spanish...Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-46691850968999502492007-09-25T13:24:00.001-07:002007-09-26T07:12:43.938-07:00Plan executed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/RvlwliT9OZI/AAAAAAAAABg/MEl3zOpzl64/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/RvlwliT9OZI/AAAAAAAAABg/MEl3zOpzl64/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114242642023889298" /></a><br /><br />I know! I have been a blog slacker. I do have an excuse though I have been in Indiana for the last four days helping a friend take pictures for a wedding. While there, I went on a six mile hike, around a huge lake known as Tipsaw aka a place to get nasty turkey ticks. And am I ever paying for it. Do they do hip replacements for people my age? It did however jump start my work out/exercise/get my big fat butt in my bridesmaid dress plan. Tonight after supper, Candace(the other depressed bridesmaid) and I went on our brisk 30 minute walk around the neighborhood. I will keep you posted on that one and I will be posting an updated picture of "the dress." dun...dun....dunnnnnnnnnnn! Is that how you spell the dramatic dun dun?<br /><br /><br />Yours Truly,<br /><br />StephanieStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-68438029992671286882007-09-17T19:18:00.000-07:002007-09-18T06:44:02.454-07:00Bridesmaid Dresses and Pandemonium<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/Ru88v0yzohI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ccb3gz1BPzg/s1600-h/Photo+169.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/Ru88v0yzohI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ccb3gz1BPzg/s320/Photo+169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111370894412063250" /></a><br />I received a call from my friend Candace,whom is in a wedding with me on Nov. 10th. She called in a panic and said, "My dress doesn't fit!" Since we ordered our dresses,(less than a month ago) the same time, we collaboratively decided that I should try on my dress too. After jumping up, down, around, and plopping myself on the floor, Craig, my hubby, insisted that there was no way on earth it would fit. I tell Candace, "low and freakin behold it doesn't fit me either." I'm not saying their just a little snug on us, they both will not zip past mid-back. As I'm sure you have a heard David's Bridal has a NO EXCHANGE OR RETURN POLICY. As I recall, Candace and I tried on a size bigger in the store and the DB's employee insisted that we go down a size. We followed her advice and "wallah" they fit BOTH of us perfect. No alterations required. I guess we will be on a hardcore diet the next several because apparently in the process of shipping they shrink...<br /><br />Fyi- I will not be telling the Bride.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-71457095520008602272007-09-14T12:42:00.001-07:002007-09-14T12:42:57.818-07:00Mac skillz and coffee<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/RurkLUyzogI/AAAAAAAAABI/K4JuXN1rgiI/s1600-h/bk+creepy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110147610416751106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/RurkLUyzogI/AAAAAAAAABI/K4JuXN1rgiI/s320/bk+creepy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>O.k. so I am not as good with imovie as I thought I would be. I actually suck at it. I've only messed with it on a few occasions so maybe I will get it eventually. I think I'm going to have to invite Mr. Sledd over to give me a crash course. Since, he is know for his Mac skills. However, I have almost mastered the iweb feature and I have successfully finished the first four pages of my website. Woot! Woot! It should be available very, very, soon. On to other news, I had a very chilled day, loads of Chinese food, and my new favorite drink Burger King's BK Mocha Joe iced coffee. YUMMY! Starbuck's quality at a po' girl's price.<br />Side note-Burger King's mascot is the creepiest thing I have ever seen. Wasn't he in the Wizard of Oz?<br />yours truly,<br />Stephanie </div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-25827976372435174762007-09-04T08:40:00.000-07:002007-09-18T06:46:53.129-07:00CHECK ,CHECK ,CHECK... CHECK IT OUT!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/Rt2B8kaQDgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vQXTATjoMkg/s1600-h/self%2Bportrait.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/Rt2B8kaQDgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vQXTATjoMkg/s320/self%2Bportrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106380430073925122" border="0" /></a><br /><h2> About Suzanne!</h2><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Metro/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Metro/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br /><p> Totally unemployed. But still? Plucky enough to rock the soup line in her red patent leather sling-back peep-toe wedge-heeled pumps. </p> This blog is fun, hip, and totally intelligent.<br /><a href="http://bizzyblogging.blogspot.com/"> http://bizzyblogging.blogspot.com/</a>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-42931750874189023412007-09-03T19:15:00.000-07:002007-09-03T19:35:23.221-07:00thine plate is full, my cupeth runneth over, school's a brick and I'm drowning slowly.<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/RtzEW0aQDfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u7Pna7f_XfE/s1600-h/DSCF1258.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106171973836213746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/RtzEW0aQDfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u7Pna7f_XfE/s320/DSCF1258.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well, it is official school is about to be the death of me. Of course right now, I am blogging instead of doing the ever so plentiful, cornicopia of various assigments and tests that are due in the next 24 hours. I just had to update you on a few things. For some crazy reason I have picked the busiest time of my life to complete a decent chunk of life goals. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>1.)start a new full time job (insert check)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>2.)blog (insert check)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>3.) start painting again (insert check)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>4.) finish school (insert check! check! in approx. 2 years)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>5.) have a collection of my paintings displayed in a local art gallery</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>6.) start a design show on youtube( in the works, can't wait to share!)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here is one of my paintings, be nice... i have just began painting and me and Van Gough, well , umm... not quite comparable.</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-68423757791736684632007-08-24T20:14:00.001-07:002007-08-24T21:02:37.909-07:00Geraldo,stickers, and The Enquirer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/Rs-ezEaQDdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rotRKR1xlNg/s1600-h/geraldoandI.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/Rs-ezEaQDdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rotRKR1xlNg/s320/geraldoandI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102471503028424146" border="0" /></a>Here is one of several pics from NYC of me and yes underneath those incognito red-shaded glasses, is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Geraldo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rivera</span>. After being picked up by a private car, William and I entered the Fox News building in the heart of the city. As we walked in William's p.r. lady was debriefing him on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">do's</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dont's</span>. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the fact that William was sporting his Vote for Hillary sticker proudly on his button-up. When we walked into the green room a man was a foot away from a big screen <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">TV</span> watching it. He turned around and all I saw was a mustache, and then I realized the man under that giant <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">stache</span> was "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Geraldo</span> at Large." He turned to me and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">William</span> stood up and shouted "Hey B*****s!" My mouth dropped. I stayed in the green room and watched as William was on the show. When Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Geraldo</span> came out he took a pic with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">William</span>. He came <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">towards</span> me and said, "Don't sell this to the enquirer, Ha!" Another lady whom I didn't know said, "Yeah she looks young enough to be your next wife." Then snap the picture was being taken hints the fact that I am cracking up at what had just been said. Hmmm... I wonder how much they would give me for it?? I kid...I kid!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-91137818043416261552007-07-12T13:15:00.000-07:002007-08-24T13:50:06.029-07:00I keep my promises...<div align="left"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086407648872749106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/RpaMzsXj2DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vKOzgXiSg8g/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" />Hello everyone! After blood, sweat, tears, and a phone call to mom the searching is over. Here is the picture I promised you! The picture of William and I as little "tot" schoolers. We have known each other for-ever! William of course is looking as cute as a bumblebee. But, judging by the look on my face either the collar was to tight or the boy to the right is pinching me. Wow! I look tense!<br /><br />Yours truly,<br />Stephanie<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">*William- top first on left<br />*Me- second from the left on the bottom row </div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866635750398245372.post-17693193716097710972007-07-02T20:58:00.000-07:002007-08-24T13:00:19.307-07:00Hi, Stephanie nice to meet you...<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/Rs84xkaQDcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mgFsvJyB0bQ/s1600-h/2004_0321Image0045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102359327072587202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XGJXNosRlhY/Rs84xkaQDcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mgFsvJyB0bQ/s320/2004_0321Image0045.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Wow! So nice to meet you and under such unusual circumstances. Where do I begin? I am a married woman and a complete drama queen by nature. My life goal and childhood dream was to be an actress and ultimate goal was to star on Saturday Night Live. <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pre</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">youtube</span> I thought I was going to have to settle for the nine to five corporate America type job. Hello? I am from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Paducah</span>, Kentucky not many acting gigs here.</em><br /><br />My life has changed drastically since October of last year. I was a teacher/event planner by day and a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">youtuber</span> by night with none other then my longtime friend and recent neighbour from three doors down, William <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Sledd</span>. You may or may not have been introduced to me from seeing me as William's special co-host on the ever so surprisingly popular Denim Edition. <em>I </em><em>knew it was a funny bit, but </em>I had no clue it would have ended up bringing the success that it has. Who would ever believe our story? Two Western-Kentuckians with common jobs and some old dreams end up posting a video all the way from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Paducah</span>, and are now getting opportunities some people never get in a lifetime. William and I were just in New York about a week ago. I have dreamt about New York since I was a tater-tot so to say the least it was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">flippin</span> dream come true. S<em>peaking of tater tot's I cant wait to show you a picture of William and I in tot school together. Yes, we have known each other that long!</em><br /><br />I will share more on NYC in my next blog! I can't wait to share my pics and my many adventures with William. So nice to meet all of you! I hope you enjoy getting to know a little more about me and this crazy story of mine.<br /><br />Yours <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Truly</span>,<br /><br />Stephanie</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14930107401900447985noreply@blogger.com2