money for nothing and your chicks for free

well maybe not chick in this case, but how about turkey for free? jamie has hosted our family's thanksgiving for the past 5 or so years. she loves playing hostess and all of the duties that come along with the territory. perhaps her most favorite part of preparations for turkey dinner is the grocery store trip. there's nothing like flinging elbows for the last box of chocolate pudding or cart blocking the old lady next to you for the most succulent turkey; i know she really loves it.

but back to the topic at hand. jamie did her turkey shopping over the weekend because honestly, who goes the day before unless you have a death wish. she made her purchases, loaded up the car and then it dawned on her...this purchase should have cost more than what i paid. jamie found her receipt and started looking over it: corn-check, green beans-check, pie stuff-check, dressing stuff-check, etc...then it hit her. there was no big bird to be found on the receipt.

it appears as though the "luck" i was having a few months prior has finally rubbed of on her. so this year when we sit down to our delicious thanksgiving feast, we'll give thanks to those who are too moronic enough to pay attention to the little beep the register makes when you scan an item.

happy thanksgiving everyone!!

taking my sweet time

i know there's been quite the delay, bu TA-DA...a few pics of some of my new stuff for your viewing enjoyment:


i was highly turned off with micro-suede
in the beginning, but now, find it to be so inviting.

this has got to be the most comfortable
and tempting couch your bottom has ever
sat upon, and the ottoman, oh baby!

the bookshelf i assembled all by my
little self. i need another, believe it or
not, i have too many books for it.

just another angle for you to get an
idea of the set-up of the new casa de stos.

i also did a little shopping at target the other
day and found these awesome dishes on
clearance too! there was no way i could pass
them up. talk about a bargain, not to mention,
they match the furniture! it was a sign.

marshall was posing ever so
cutely. i had to snap a shot of
him and post for you all.

my walls are still naked. i have yet to figure out where i want to hang my pictures. much less, there are a few new pieces that i would like to buy. it's the decision making process that makes me bananas sometimes. i know there's no rush, but look forward to the day when it's all over and done. i did hang a shelf in the laundry room the other day. and my brother-in-law, dave, would be so proud of me. i actually used a level and those little plastic anchor thingies you're supposed to put in the wall to prevent the drywall from doing something. i'm such a big girl these days.

there are still a few of you out there who have yet to stop by and see the new house. give me a call; i'd love to have you stop on by, plus marshall loves company!

life in the cul-de-sac

yeah, so i officially live in a subdivision. saturday afternoon while heading out the door to work, i found a festively decorated piece of paper on my door announcing the neighborhood halloween block party. seriously, you've got to be kidding me. i'm the person when walking marshall often cringes while saying hello or waving to random neighbors. these people don't want or need me at their block party. the sight of the announcement is quite frankly, making me ill. no, i don't feel like meeting my neighbors in the circle, sharing a side dish or making the traditional halloween pot of freaking chili. seems as though i'm not only the scrooge of christmas, but now halloween; oh well, at least i've found something i'm good at and can stick with it. plus, the party starts at 4:00; darn, i have to work...what a shame!

i lie

so last weekend and this past came and went. i obviously did not post any pictures. should you really be that surprised? i will have some up early this week. i bought a new table and bookshelf for the living room that look ever so smart. so i blame the delay on those; some assembly was required.

on a happier note, my side and back yards are starting to sprout grass! woo-hoo! i really didn't think it would happen. i went to work friday morning and came home that night and poof, there was grass. it was the strangest thing. i at least have hope that i may have something close to a green yard this year...you know, just in time for it to turn brown and die.

and to keep you all posted, not only is creve couer lock-up calling, i now have st. louis county corrections bugging me asking if i'll accept the charges on a collect call from david johnson. who are these people and how did they get my bloody number? honestly, why is it always me?

a quick catch up

lush it is not
so the dill-holes finally came through 6 weeks post-closing, i have sod in the front yard. it is far from the greenest of green grass one could hope...it's actually a dirty green/brown color. the side and back yards are another story. they were sprinkled with seed and have hay thrown about everywhere. i might as well put on my best plaid shirt, don some pig tails and grab my pitchfork for the awesome hoedown that's about to get started.

foreigner follower
i know i shouldn't be complaining, but considering the fact that i once again have foreign moron neighbors is quite trying. i came home from work wednesday night, around 12:00am, to find about a 2ft x 4ft chunk of my yard laying in the street. one of the moronic neighbor kids, of course the one who just got his license, drove across my lawn taking it with him. nice that his even more moronic parents, who sit on their front porch all day and night-so i know they saw what happened, didn't bother to move the sod back in place or make junior do it. so now, if you will, picture me at 12:15am, hands buried deep in mud, picking up my sorry excuse for grass yard and trying to puzzle piece it back together. i wish those morons spoke english better so i could really let them know how i felt. god i hope the sod roots quick.

don't call me renee mosely
so apparently, the whacked out lady, renee, who had my phone number before me was not a reliable chick. since having the number 3 creditors have called looking to collect, walgreens pharmacy has left 4 messages about picking up my prescription at the store on grand and wherever and creve couer corrections department called this morning at 8:30 asking me to accept a collect call from some random dude in lock-up.

just call me klepto
lately, by no fault of my own, people have been voluntarily allowing me to not pay for items. for instance, while on an outing to target for some new household items a few weeks ago, i accidentally left a tape measure in the bottom of my cart and did not realize it until i was in the parking lot loading my car. surely, had the cashier been paying more attention to her job and not her fellow employee, she would have noticed the $12 item; therefore, not my fault. then this evening, petsmart felt obligated to return the favor too. marshall needed some treats, chewies, a new harness and leash. this time, i didn't even have a cart, i was holding all the items so there was no chance of me burying something on accident. i placed the 4 items on the counter, said hello to the pimple-faced kid at the register, swiped my credit card, got my receipt, picked up my bag and was on my merry way. i get into the car and realize just how cheap that venture was and think something isn't right. sure enough, i look at my receipt and junior missed scanning marshall's new $25 leash. again, i was already out of the store and not about to go pay for his mistake. (in case you are wondering, i'm not the only person that this situation happens to...just ask jessie and joe about one of ava's birthday presents from toys r us.)

give me tivo or give me death
i now have tivo/dvr with my new cable connection. it is the absolute best invention ever! considering i am never home to watch tv, i can record any and everything now! it's the best; however, finding time to watch everything that i have in the queue is another subject. seriously people, pausing/rewinding/fast forwarding tv is just the zaniest thing. i order you all to get it, you can thank me later.

that should hold you all over until the weekend. i'll work on putting up some pictures of the new joint later this weekend.

it rained last night

most of you are probably thinking, so what it rained, no big deal. well, perhaps the bulk of you aren't living in a brand new house with spankin' new carpet, have giant mud pits for a front and back yards or own the world's most deviant 68 lb pooch. for those of you who can't figure this one out, allow me to illustrate my morning:

marshall wakes me up earlier than usual today, grr, at 7:15. too tired to take our morning walk around the park, i opt for the back yard. i throw on some clothes, find my shoes and leash up the pooch. thinking ahead, i know it rained last night and there may be a few puddles that marshall will find his way into, so i grab a towel from the closet for safe measures.

having barely opened the back door to survey the damage, marsh hightails it down the stairs into what looks like a mud wrestlers dream. (someone needs to learn how to hold it better.) marshall is already frolicking in the mud before i can register what i've gone and gotten myself into.

after 5 minutes in mud heaven, i decide satan's had long enough to romp. i start coaxing him back to the stairs; however, he is not interested. marshall is more concerned about what's going on in the front of the house. as he starts to walk away from me, i tug on his leash to get him to come over. apparently this freaks him out and he goes into panic mode and digs his paws into the mud. the only way i am able to round him up is to go over there myself and slowly lead him to safety.

needless to say, in doing so, i realize my backyard is somewhat comparable to quicksand but yet mixed with nails, wood chunks, fence posts, branches and other household items, ie a salt shaker (seriously, there is one back there, i have no inclination as to where it came from). with every baby step i take, i hear my once purple, now brown crocs, get suctioned deeper into the mud pit.

still whining in despair, marshall looks at me with his little sad puppy eyes. coated in a 10 pounds of mud, i make it to the pooch and lead him to safety, also known as the concrete slab. i try scraping the first 5 pounds of mud off my one croc but realize it's no use.

i kick off my shoes and lead marsh up the stairs. with the towel i brought out before hand, thinking it would save the day, i start peeling hunks of mud out from the pup's paws. this is going no where fast. he's becoming panicked and quite concerned. my only other option: the bathtub.

yes, my shiny new stark white tub. i tie marshall to the steps, quickly run inside, throw on the water and grab yet another towel. i unhook the beast from his leash, pick up the svelte 68 lb pup and haul ass to the bathroom. *side note: i have never given marshall a bath before. when it's time for him to get sexified, we head over to groomingdale's pet spa.* as soon as his paws hit the bottom, his legs become like jello and he plops down in the muddy water.

i'm not sure, but think i have the world's most "special" dog. while laying in the now murky brown water, he proceeded to lap it up. i let him do it a few times because it was keeping him occupied while i removed the gobs of mud from between all four paws. having successfully cleaned the pooch, i pull the plug on the drain. not a smart move. it appears a certain soaked someone does not care for this noise or appreciate the vibrations it's making in the tub.

quickly, i grab the other towel and wrap it around him like a little pig in a blanket. being that the bathroom isn't spacious enough for the two of us to sit comfortably on to dry off, i carry the beast into the kitchen and plop us both down on the floor. marshall stares up at me with those sweet little brown eyes as if only to say he's sorry. we both know the truth though, given the opportunity, he'd do it all over again.

thankfully, my carpet survived...the bathtub, well, i think she'll muster through too. i rinsed all the mud chunks and grass out already and am getting ready to head back in with the bleach. that marshall, what a dirty dog!

another year older...and maybe a bit wiser

happy 30th birthday, jamie!

dave & jamie
she only wore the sombrero
for the fried ice cream

although today is jamie's birthday, the fam celebrated jamie's 30th friday night at

Que Pasa Cantina. the food was fantastic as well as the beer-yum, margaritas and the sinful sopapilla.

two long time family friends, tammie & lisa decided at last minute to join and crash the bash. it was wonderful catching up with them and hearing the latest with their children and families. even though it was jamie's 30th, i was feeling quite old. my first paying job was babysitter to tammie's and lisa's families. it made me feel quite old hearing how their children are finishing up their high school career, in college and graduated...oh, the memories!

once again jamie, happy birthday wishes from your favorite sister. i hope 30 treats you sweetly!

dave, stacy, kristin
kelly & jamie

honey, i'm home

i am finally moved in! it's been quite a long week and needless to say, i am thoroughly exhausted. thank you to all that assisted with the move, unpacking and furniture assembly. i could not have done it without you guys, thank you!!

slowly, room by room things are coming together and the new place is finally looking like a home. i must admit, as sick and twisted as it is, i think my favorite room is the main floor laundry room. i can't stop doing laundry! my new washer and dryer, the whirlpool duets, are just to die for and are such sexy beasts!

really, the only thing left to finally make my house a home is sweet little marshall. kelly has been gracious enough to keep marshall entertained at her house this past week while i've had every possible tech known to man in and out of the house this week. i know lux is enjoying the extra time, but deep down, i think marshall's ready for some down time. hang in there marsh, you're coming home this weekend!

check back soon as there will be pictures posted for your viewing pleasure.

it's finally gonna happen!

oh my god - oh my god - oh my god

the house has electricity! can you bloody believe it? i know, it only took two of the longest weeks of my life, but it's ready to go!

i'm officially moving in this weekend!! any and all who are interested in helping, which i know there are tons of you out there, feel free to give me a call. i know you're all dying to help. inside, the house is beautiful, spacious and smells so new. outside, aside from needing sod and a bit of landscaping, a fenced in yard for marshall and a weatherized deck she's one sexy beast.

i'm taking a much anticipated field trip to lowes this weekend with jamie. i'm going washer and dryer shopping! i've been scoping them out and think i have a new pair picked out...i'm sure it will be love at first sight when our eyes meet across the aisle.

there's soo many things to do and soo little time. let's see if putting in all those 70-80 hour work weeks paid off this summer and if any of those little ingrates will cover a few shifts for me now...

karma plays dirty

here i sit, 11 days post closing and still house-less. there's no greater feeling than having a beautiful brand new home that you can't move into, but must pay for.

i went by the house this morning for a brief update. the bloody electric company has still yet to send out an engineer to affix the meter to the house. literally, that's the only hold up. the foreman was hoping the electric company would make it out there sometime today or friday; sure buddy, wishful freaking thinking. he also informed me that two of my appliances have a few dings in them. i should have expected something like this by now, right? needless to say, new refrigerator and dishwasher doors are on their way. with the pace of things, i estimate their arrival around christmas, 2009.

the only good news to come from today is that i have no cavities and a brand new toothbrush from the dentist.

better house-less than home-less, i think

in my previous post, all were informed of how closing on the new house wasn't supposed to happen as initially scheduled this past monday. so, in keeping with things not going scheduled as plan, i did close. confused yet? you should be, and don't fear, you're not alone.

i am officially back to being a home owner; however, i just can't live in the bloody thing. in order for me to have kept my super stellar interest rate, i needed to still close this past monday; otherwise, it'd take another 3 weeks for a new loan program and all of the processing that goes with. now you're probably asking yourself, well if you closed, why aren't you living there? it's called electricity baby...the one thing the house is still missing. the electric company and the county people can't get their ducks in a row and somehow don't have the paperwork meshing with one another. "they" have alluded to the fact that tuesday of next week, the house shall be completely move-in-ready. i for one am not getting my hopes up. i've learned in this daunting process to believe and trust no one. sad, but ever so true.

on a lighter note...i have successfully purchased a new living room set, woo-hoo! after searching the greater st. louis area furniture stores (seriously, i went to like 7 stores) for the last week-plus, i opted for the contemporary styles of the durapella - celadon. while roaming the furniture store for an accent chair to go with the collection i had initially selected, i stumbled upon the durapella. had it not been for erin's encouraging words and push to take such a bold step, in 3-4 weeks, i'd have the arrival of what i now think is grandma furniture on my doorstep. so dear erin, i thank you!

anyone who dared walk in my path on furniture shopping day was not safe. i sheepishly pull my tail between my legs and offer my apologies to all i encountered last tuesday. i was a raging mess and peeved at the world because i've been so diligently furniture shopping without prevail and never thought it was going to end. helping to aid my mass frustration was a fabulous little deli my friend jessie and her husband, joe, opened in late spring, pulizzo's deli. thank you jes and joe for the scrumptious food that helped to settle my tummy and make me less of an irate bitch than normal. as usual jes & joe, the food was deli-cious.

while i am still house-less, i at least have a sweet set of furniture on the way, yippee!

home sweet...who am i kidding

sadly i write about the house that is supposed to be, but am almost positive will never be completed. as most of you know i began the most overwhelming process of selling/buying a new home in october of 2006. after 2 real estate agents and almost 7 months on the market, my house on fyler finally sold. i found a fabulous agent, tanya johnson, who worked with and for me. i could not have gotten through selling fyler without her.

while new construction is fabulous and exciting, it certainly does come with it's downfalls. tomorrow will be the 3rd, yes 3rd, date at which i have been scheduled to close. the electric company, for some godforsaken reason, does not see the urgency in having a wire inspection and hooking up the electric as a priority. so without it, the building inspection has yet to happen, thus constituting the no closing again. i'm anxiously awaiting to hear from tanya tomorrow about the seller's latest excuse and new closing date.

in the mean time however, a little quench of your thirst regarding the house. the home itself was actually built in indiana buy a company called genesis homes. it's actually a modular home. now i know what you're thinking, stacy went out and bought herself a mobile home...for the record, hell no!! the house is built off-site in 2 pieces and shipped via tractor trailers; however, once placed on the foundation, it becomes one with the ground and is not to be moved again. apparently, modular homes are far more sturdy than basic construction and require less touch-ups due to being built in a factory. from a visual stand point, you can't even tell it's not regular construction.

the "virgina" on her day of arrival in st. louis.
itsn't she beautiful. you can see how she was
literally elmer's school glued down the middle.

what a sweet fit!

being that my humble abode on fyler was closed on at the end of july, you may be asking yourself, "self, where are stacy and marshall residing for the time being?" good question. dear sweet loving sister kelly, was gracious enough to offer us the basement quarters of her equally dear sweet loving boyfriend, iliya, with whom she shares along side her pup, lux and kristin, one of my other sisters. yes, that's right, 3 morris girls living along side each other once again, oh the memories. needless to say, marshall and i are most appreciative of kelly and iliya's hospitality and thank them ever so much! marshall is going to take moving out quite hard, leaving behind his playmate, lux. kelly's already hinting to iliya that lux will have serious withdrawals and need a new playmate around the house once we move out.

everyone keep your fingers crossed for good news. hopefully, there's still a chance, perhaps in hell or not, but a slight chance, that i am still able to close by the weekend.

bouncing 'round the room

happy birthday brandon!!

brandon's turning 3 sunday; however, we celebrated today with family and friends. jamie and dave got him a mickey mouse bounce house. all of brandon's friends from the neighborhood and babysitters as well as a handful of adults bounced themselves nuts.

brandon bouncing himself silly

dave and brandon resting between bounces

brandon had a great time with his bounce house and all of his friends. he got all kinds of goodies from everyone: spiderman toys, movies, roller skates, table & chairs, learning games, clothes and so much more!

little brother luke wasn't feeling too well. he's been running a fever the last four days and while somewhat a happy little guy, was still a bit fussy. i was able to get him to crack a few smiles between tears and cheerios.

look at those blond locks and baby blues

what an eventful day to say the least. i was even talked into zapping the living hell out of myself on the bug zapper the neighbors brought over. note to self...no matter how many beers you drink, electrocution still hurts like hell. it did make for quite a laugh and the spark was huge! i'm just glad the tingling sensation in my elbow has passed.

all in all, it was a nice fun filled day with dave's great bbq, jamie's delicious sides, birthday cake, presents and family/friends.

happy 3rd birthday brandon!

don't hate me because i procrastinate

well, perhaps procrastinate isn't the right word, more like neglect. to my dear readers, i sincerely apologize for the long term absence. i have no excuse, just sheer laziness.

in due time i shall make it up to you with a vast amount of useless information. and like the sponges you all are, will once again soak up my humble happenings.