<?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-16043376</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:24:57.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tantalizing tales about yours truly</title><subtitle type='html'>...or at the very least a little something to occupy your time</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-5283708815420158510</id><published>2008-04-24T22:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:43:57.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>best birthday...ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;thank you all for making my birthday super!  shane and i had a bunch of friends over friday night for the bash and it was a complete success!!  and yes, the cops were called.  we were just told to pipe down a bit...oh no, so sorry mr. officer, whatever.  it was the absolute best!  and what's even more super is that i still get one more day to celebrate.  the fam and i are having birthday lunch at jamie &amp;amp; dave's this saturday with carrot cake too!!  how jealous are you?  yeah, that's what i thought.  for those who couldn't make it or want to see pics and reminisce, enjoy the show . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFNsaAw7XI/AAAAAAAAADY/OLc4DmzD-ag/s1600-h/kjb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFNsaAw7XI/AAAAAAAAADY/OLc4DmzD-ag/s320/kjb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193017270627003762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;shane &amp;amp; me...i love my roommie!&lt;br /&gt;although i never know what i'll&lt;br /&gt;get with him, i wouldn't trade him&lt;br /&gt;for anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFOoaAw7ZI/AAAAAAAAADo/Gng0ds5Ygkw/s1600-h/107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFOoaAw7ZI/AAAAAAAAADo/Gng0ds5Ygkw/s320/107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193018301419154834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;jessie &amp;amp; me...bff, i am so happy you and joe&lt;br /&gt;were able to come out and celebrate.  ps...gong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFNrqAw7UI/AAAAAAAAADA/E6v_RFwh29E/s1600-h/120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFNrqAw7UI/AAAAAAAAADA/E6v_RFwh29E/s320/120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193017257742101826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;chris &amp;amp; me...what a doll, need i say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFOpKAw7bI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pjfsx1-k6_g/s1600-h/bday+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFOpKAw7bI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pjfsx1-k6_g/s320/bday+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193018314304056754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;weber opening up the wine bong for&lt;br /&gt;megan...the best invention ever!  don't&lt;br /&gt;knock it 'til you try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFOoKAw7YI/AAAAAAAAADg/sZ2jUYTQars/s1600-h/bday+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFOoKAw7YI/AAAAAAAAADg/sZ2jUYTQars/s320/bday+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193018297124187522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;zach, weber, megan, me &amp;amp; scott...all the wine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;bongers, minus ben.  note to self: close eyes next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;time, wine really burns when it gets in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFOoqAw7aI/AAAAAAAAADw/fpZZ8JvTxsg/s1600-h/125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFOoqAw7aI/AAAAAAAAADw/fpZZ8JvTxsg/s320/125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193018305714122146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;zach and ben holding joe for a kegstand&lt;br /&gt;while lisa pumps him full of frothy goodness.&lt;br /&gt;nice legs...i wonder where joe's pants are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFOpaAw7cI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mCVr3gfn2F8/s1600-h/bday+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFOpaAw7cI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mCVr3gfn2F8/s320/bday+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193018318599024066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;chris &amp;amp; weber...get yourself some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i did, oowww!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFNr6Aw7VI/AAAAAAAAADI/sc6IQw1wHo0/s1600-h/110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFNr6Aw7VI/AAAAAAAAADI/sc6IQw1wHo0/s320/110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193017262037069138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lovely ladies...angie, me, megan &amp;amp; jessie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFNsKAw7WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hzMRbT37PyY/s1600-h/bday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFNsKAw7WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hzMRbT37PyY/s320/bday+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193017266332036450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;shane, weber &amp;amp; megan...talk about slipping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;some tongue baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFNraAw7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HvqDtnUlM3g/s1600-h/116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFNraAw7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HvqDtnUlM3g/s320/116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193017253447134514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;jessie, scott &amp;amp; me...i have no idea why our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mouths are all open, but i love this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&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/16043376-5283708815420158510?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/5283708815420158510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=5283708815420158510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/5283708815420158510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/5283708815420158510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-birthdayever.html' title='best birthday...ever!'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SBFNsaAw7XI/AAAAAAAAADY/OLc4DmzD-ag/s72-c/kjb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-8621188104570769828</id><published>2008-04-17T01:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T02:03:10.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>run forest run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a HUGE congratulations to my sister, kristin!!  she participated in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go! st. louis half marathon&lt;/span&gt; on april 8th.  her time was 2hrs 25min, beating her boyfriend, joe by 25-30 minutes.  check out pics of kristin running her little heart out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.runphotos.com/browse.cfm?race_id=129&amp;amp;bib_number=6404"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;also, no post is complete with out more family pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SAbtAMnUuzI/AAAAAAAAACo/tWbd18sWh-w/s1600-h/march2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SAbtAMnUuzI/AAAAAAAAACo/tWbd18sWh-w/s320/march2008+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190096208233020210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;my handsome little beast, marshall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;tuckered out with a "couple" of his toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SAb148nUu0I/AAAAAAAAACw/4YYckfDZejI/s1600-h/lux%26pash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SAb148nUu0I/AAAAAAAAACw/4YYckfDZejI/s320/lux%26pash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190105979283618626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;kelly's girls, pasha &amp;amp; lux&lt;br /&gt;frolicking in the backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, in case you may have forgotten, and i don't know how...my birthday is friday.  stop by the house because we're having what i hope, but deep down know won't be, a small social gathering.  wanna take wagers on how long it takes the neighbors to call the cops?  and thinking ahead, any takers on who wants to bail me out of jail?  woo hoo party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-8621188104570769828?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/8621188104570769828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=8621188104570769828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/8621188104570769828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/8621188104570769828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2008/04/run-forest-run.html' title='run forest run'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/SAbtAMnUuzI/AAAAAAAAACo/tWbd18sWh-w/s72-c/march2008+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-7871428033348104554</id><published>2008-04-01T13:06:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:01:40.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>puppies puppies puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this past weekend my sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kelly&lt;/span&gt;, after many many months of none too subtle hints to her boyfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iliya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, finally got her way.  there's a new addition to their happy little family, a little pup name pasha.  pasha, named by daddy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;iliya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, is a lab/beagle mix (a leagle if you will, haha) and just over 10 weeks old.  she's such a little sweetheart and it makes me want to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;marshall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; a little brother too.  however, as mama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is finding out, ms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is not taking too well to the adjusting of having a little sister.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; has had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;kelly's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; sole attention for over 4 years and now she's got competition, not to mention lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; has to share her water bowl too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/R_KEFndNv2I/AAAAAAAAACI/skXK5q1q4dw/s1600-h/pasha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/R_KEFndNv2I/AAAAAAAAACI/skXK5q1q4dw/s320/pasha2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184351353082593122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;pasha climbing on top of kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/R_KEF3dNv3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/qMrNNVekSa0/s1600-h/pasha3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/R_KEF3dNv3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/qMrNNVekSa0/s320/pasha3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184351357377560434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;pasha giving kelly some lovin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/R_KEGHdNv4I/AAAAAAAAACY/1QzWYh0M9WE/s1600-h/pasha4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/R_KEGHdNv4I/AAAAAAAAACY/1QzWYh0M9WE/s320/pasha4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184351361672527746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lux&lt;/span&gt; and pasha having a tail-wagging time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-7871428033348104554?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/7871428033348104554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=7871428033348104554' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/7871428033348104554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/7871428033348104554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2008/04/puppies-puppies-puppies.html' title='puppies puppies puppies'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/R_KEFndNv2I/AAAAAAAAACI/skXK5q1q4dw/s72-c/pasha2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-468152323047548174</id><published>2008-03-13T22:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:10:06.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner is served</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ninja squirrels barreling ahead, 2-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fear not my my dear readers, it was a false alarm.  i know, thank heavens, right?  the crazy bosnians that live next door had one of their trucks towed last week.  initially, we thought, oh holy crap, the crafty little bugars have struck again.  turns out, there was just something wrong with the tires or what not.  (i don't know, they speak a foreign language, remember i am the girl who flunked her 4th year of spanish, ok?  thank you.)  anyway, it's really quite irrelevant what the issue was at this point since i'm still the only known a-town case of having squirrels use my automobile as  a teeth sharpener.  oh, those cheeky little devils!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;look mom, no cavities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;good news folks, at my bi-yearly check-up at the dentist last week, i had no cavities!  thank you, thank you.  i, like the squirrels, find oral hygiene to be of the utmost importance.  i've been seeing my regular hygienist for what, 6+ years now; however, she was on maternity leave so i had the other gal cleaning my whomper chompers. perhaps i'm just too accustomed to jennifer's handy work or she's just super gentle, but i'm pretty sure, this other gal raped my teeth.  for the love of god, she made me bleed my own blood...oh, my poor gums, youch!  but on a happier note, i did get my new toothbrush, dental floss and a smart little pouch to hold them in, delightful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;my sweet dvr and her evil ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;while at work last week on sunday, i get a call from the house.  i'm told that the dvr has just decided to stop working.  that's right, the boys (roomies + tom) have actually managed to watch so much tv, they wore out my sweet little moxi (dvr).  ok, maybe that wasn't the actual reason why, but with the amount of tv they watch, it very well could be true.  no problem, i'll just swing the gear by the cable company and exchange her for a new one...wrong.  no thanks to the retarded amount of snow received last tuesday, we had to wait until thursday to get a new moxi.  the wait wasn't bad, it was reprogramming everything i had already stored in that sweet box that blew.  at least she's back to recording once again...and i'm back to countless hours of orangutan island watching, woo woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;will she ever blaze again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yes folks, the question that's been burning in your loins like gonorrhea on a hooker . . . drum roll please: ba da da da da . . . my beautiful beastly beauty has arrived!!  you heard correct, the trailblazer danced her way home this past tuesday.  oh how i missed her dearly and now look forward to each and every drive we have together.  i barely even recognized her sitting in the lot..she was detailed inside and outside just as sweetly as when i first laid eyes on her.  what a magnificent piece of machinery!  the first night's sleep with her home was a little rough.  i kept fearing the ninjas.  thankfully, here we are, 2+ days later and she's still growling something fierce.  thank you to all who extended a hand and expressed much sympathy to us in our time of need, it was only through your kind actions and thoughts we made it through...oh and the $4000 the insurance company had to shell out for the 3 wiring harnesses . . . beep beep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-468152323047548174?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/468152323047548174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=468152323047548174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/468152323047548174'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;*  ninja squirrels barreling ahead, 2-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;*  look mom, no cavities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;*  my sweet dvr and her evil ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;*  will she ever blaze a trail again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;remember, these are just appetizers.  make sure to comeback later for your full 4 course meal; it's guaranteed to satisfy those pesky cravings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-3210526413844514439?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/3210526413844514439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>chump change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i had my weekly talk with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tonya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; today...you know, my new gal pal at the dealership.  my new bbf informed me that parts finally started getting ordered last friday and what a shock, it wasn't enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.  so again, more parts were brought in this past week and work has finally begun!  can you believe it?  i know, complete shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just for shits and giggles, i asked tonya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; if she could just give me a ballpark figure on what the estimate thus far was.  not including labor and the likely hood of still needing more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; parts, my beastly beauty has consumed right under $1900 worth of new gear.  seriously, she best glide down the streets like no body's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;business when i get her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it has been nice having my bi-weekly conversations with tonya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.  we've gotten quite close in our phone relationship and have a bit of a common thread with critters, if you will.  while i'm busy trying to beat off squirrels (ew, sickos!  not like that, pull your head outta the gutter, gross!), tonya has mountain lion problems.  apparently, the little darlings were doing their grocery shopping in her backyard with her farm animals and made off with 3 goat dinners.  mmmh, that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; delicious, i'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;have that...thanks, but it turns out i'm not hungry after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;stay tuned for next week...i just might have my kitten purring down your street soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-5339030598825244127?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/5339030598825244127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=5339030598825244127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/5339030598825244127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/5339030598825244127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2008/03/chump-change.html' title='chump change'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-4323011350682314045</id><published>2008-02-26T01:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T01:59:05.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>marshall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/R8PGX6LS0dI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_ChIbh4gltA/s1600-h/marshall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 313px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/R8PGX6LS0dI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_ChIbh4gltA/s320/marshall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171194911207379410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;who couldn't love this face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/16043376-4323011350682314045?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/4323011350682314045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=4323011350682314045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/4323011350682314045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/4323011350682314045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2008/02/marshall.html' title='marshall'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/R8PGX6LS0dI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_ChIbh4gltA/s72-c/marshall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-7001136437745595039</id><published>2008-02-22T22:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:06:03.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i love snow, not ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i know the last post was quite lengthy, me so sorry.  i will keep this on the shorter side.  for those of you who have been knocked out dead in a coma the last few days and do not already know, the weather has been none too kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i woke up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thrusday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; morning to a completely iced over car.  now if you paid any attention to the previous post, you know that my beastly beauty, the trailblazer, has been at the doctor due to the crafty works of some ninjas.  when the tow truck picked up my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;automobile&lt;/span&gt; (said in the voice of long duck dong, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sixteen candles&lt;/span&gt;), i thought i had gathered all of my necessities out of her.  sadly, i couldn't have been more wrong.  how was i supposed to foresee what the great fortunetellers of st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; or meteorologists to you lay people, would have in store for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i seem to had overlooked a highly important clutch in my car, the ice scraper.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so there i was, stuck without an ice scraper.  deep inside, i know the powder blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mazda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 3 or smurf as i refer to him, was chuckling away at my problem.  what the bloody hell was i to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i had no other choice but to jack the defroster on super high and start rummaging the house for something tangible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1.  cd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; case - nope, broke in 2 whacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2.  cd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; - nope, i might have scratched the window a bit (shh, don't tell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3.  calculator - nope, a button or 3 went flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4.  metal spatula - bingo (and yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; talking the one you flip pancakes with)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;picture if you will me "whipping up" some ice-cakes off my freaking windows.  if any neighbors were watching, they had to be thinking this chick is out of her flipping (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, get it-flipping pancakes) mind.  luckily, i think the only person who was out there was my neighbor, bill; bill is always drunk, even at 9:30 in the morning, what a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;anyway . . . i scraped the living crap outta the smurf and was finally able to see after only 30 minutes of hacking.  i then, ever so cautiously, made it to work and had one of the busiest stinking days ever . . . the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-7001136437745595039?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/7001136437745595039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=7001136437745595039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/7001136437745595039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/7001136437745595039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-snow-not-ice.html' title='i love snow, not ice'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-4718425294121135466</id><published>2008-02-20T01:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:32:53.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ninja squirrels 1, stacy 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;when marshall and i left the city life and moved to our new stomping grounds back here in cozy ole affton, i noticed something about a-town was not the same.  ninja squirrels had invaded the area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;in a previous posting, i mentioned something about the squirrels around here and how they are not your typical acorn eating, bushy tailed rodents...but ninja-like.  these pesky little rodents have been known to launch acorns at marshall and i while on walks and have now graduated to a new level.  it just so happens that the little sons of biscuit bakers enjoy spending time not only romping from tree to tree, but nesting in my trailblazer as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;surely you're thinking to yourself, "how does a squirrel manage to build a nest in a car?"  well, i have news for you, it's possible and those little bugars are quite crafty.  so grab your bowl of popcorn and enjoy the "tail" . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it all began a week ago last saturday.  i went to leave for another exciting night at the office (or hell, either one works).  my remote key entry to my trailblazer was not working.  i thought grrr, perhaps i just needed a new battery; no big deal, i can hit up the hardware store sunday.  so for the 1st time ever, i unlock my car with the key (can you say old school), fasten my seatbelt (safety 1st kids), try to start up my 2 ton killing machine (for those of you who remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;crash course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;) and nothing  happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;now i'm starting to get pissy.  i head back inside and grab shane...side note:  shane and dave are my roommates.  if i was more of a chronic poster, i could have spared you the note, but i'm not; therefore, you must deal.  shane moved in back in early november and dave came in late december.  we can dish more about them in due time...end side note.  shane being the manly man that he is "assesses" the situation and thinks it's the battery, whatever, i don't care at this point.  he gives me his keys and tells me just to take his car to work; finally, a boy who's good for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;while at work, i finally manage to round up a pair of jumper cables.  i call shane and let him know i have one of my drivers coming over to the house and for him to help my driver try to jump my beast.  sadly, no dice.  now i'm getting even more frustrated and who better to call and vent to when things aren't going right then dear old sissy, jamie.  luckily for me, wonderful bro-in-law dave answers.  being the super bro-in-law that he is, dave offers to pick up a battery, swing by my house and change the battery for me.  literally, before i can even thank him, he's passed me off to jamie and he's out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;glad you got that bowl of popcorn, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so now, about an hour has passed and i finally get a call from dave.  what a surprise, it wasn't the battery.  instead, he starts questioning me about any enemies i might have.  surely i'm not the nicest person in the world, but enemies, i really don't warrant any, i think.  then, like ben franklin discovering electricity for the 1st time, my light bulb illuminates...ninja squirrels!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;upon further investigation, dave finds numerous, we're talking in the ballpark of 15-20, wires gnawed to bits.  it appears as though the undercarriage of of my trailblazer makes for a warm snuggly home for these bastardos.  the ninjas have not only managed to sharpen their teeth retarded by chewing my wires to shreds, but have eaten away at my insulation  on the dash and built a cozy nest by my firewall.  seriously??  how does this freakingly awesome luck always manage to find me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;after composing himself from the obscene amount of laughter, dave believes that he can fix my "problem" and takes another trip to the auto parts store.  a few hours pass and dave calls at 10pm with an update.  the damage is quite extensive, but he is making significant progress; however, he's beginning to turn into a human popsicle, no doubt a tasty treat the squirrels would just gobble up.  luckily for me, his neighbor, yet another dave, drives for a tow truck company and happens to be working the midnight shift that night.  dave manages to get a hold of dave and has my baby towed out to his house where he can at least try to work on her in better light in the garage and with a little bit of heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;by now, i've closed up shop, am home from work and am starting to unwind when my cellular means of communication rings at 3am.  it's dave and his crazy butt has been working on my car all night long now and has the beautiful beast purring like the kitten she is.  he said she'll be completely finished in the morning; he just needs to make one more trip to the auto parts store...what a super swell bro-in-law!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm off to bed knowing my baby is in trusting hands and i'll have her growling down the mean streets of a-town come tomorrow morning.  morning comes, i call jamie and dave to make sure the beast is ready for pick-up and hitch a ride out to imperial with shane...woo hoo, he helps save the day again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i start my kitten up and she's purring like the day i 1st drove her off the lot, yippee!!  we arrive back home around 1pm.  come 3:45, i gather the trash and make my way out the front door, when dun-dun-dun...i see it with my own two eyeballs.  right before me is one of satan's finest ninja squirrels, literally, 7-8 feet away from me, gathering supplies for none other than a new nest.  i start freaking out.  shane and dave come a-running.  i tell them what i've seen.  shane grabs my car keys.  dave grabs marshall and announces to the squirrels that he's unleashing the hound...right, like my baby would hurt a fly; well, i there was that family of baby bunnies, but nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i've been down this road before: no dice on the keyless remote, no dice on the ignition...we pop open the hood (at this point, i'm half expecting a squirrel to jump out at me and claw my eyes out for being a home wrecker) and surprise, nest city once again on top of more new chewed wires and almost all of the ones dave repaired the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so now here i sit...11 days it's been since my car has been unable to blaze any trails.  she's been at the dealership since tuesday of last week.  i've called 3 times to check up on her and see what the doctor has to say.  the last call was yesterday, "i'm sorry ms. morris, we're still estimating the damages and had to take more pictures for the insurance company today.  we've never seen damage from squirrels at this caliber before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;luckily, my insurance is covering this whole debacle and i only have to pay my very low priced comprehensive deductible and 20% coverage of the rental; which i might add is a powder blue mazda 3...i feel like i'm driving around inside a smurf.  why me??  anyway, check back later to see what's become of my beastly beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-4718425294121135466?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/4718425294121135466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=4718425294121135466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/4718425294121135466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/4718425294121135466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2008/02/ninja-squirrels-1-stacy-0.html' title='ninja squirrels 1, stacy 0'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-5818205848559210909</id><published>2008-01-29T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:50:02.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome samson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;congratulations to jessie, joe and big sister ava,&lt;br /&gt;samson joseph lee pulizzo arrived this morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/R5__QmMOXhI/AAAAAAAAABw/uK1AByCNPN8/s1600-h/sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/R5__QmMOXhI/AAAAAAAAABw/uK1AByCNPN8/s320/sam1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161124358584688146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sam made his debut around 9:30 this morning, on his projected due date nonetheless.  he barely gave jessie and joe enough time to drop ava at the saito's house and head to the hospital.  he weighed in at a strapping 8 lb 13 oz, quite the bundle of joy.  both jessie and sam are happy and healthy.  joe is still smiling, he finally has another man in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;congratulations pulizzo's, sam is a handsome little man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/16043376-5818205848559210909?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/5818205848559210909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=5818205848559210909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/5818205848559210909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/5818205848559210909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-samson.html' title='welcome samson!'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/R5__QmMOXhI/AAAAAAAAABw/uK1AByCNPN8/s72-c/sam1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-8679447516870231382</id><published>2008-01-10T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:30:29.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah so?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i suck, i know.  it's once again been months since i last posted.  as usual, there is nothing exciting to report.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;don't i live just the most exotic life ever?  jealous, i thought so.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt; sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt; come up with something some time soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;in the mean time, click on a link to your right to occupy your time.  someone else is bound to not be neglecting their site as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;horrendously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt; bad as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-8679447516870231382?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/8679447516870231382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=8679447516870231382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/8679447516870231382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/8679447516870231382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeah-so.html' title='yeah so?'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-4539891778165191538</id><published>2007-11-21T07:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T07:34:31.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>money for nothing and your chicks for free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy thanksgiving everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/16043376-4539891778165191538?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/4539891778165191538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=4539891778165191538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/4539891778165191538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/4539891778165191538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2007/11/money-for-nothing-and-your-chicks-for.html' title='money for nothing and your chicks for free'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-5819214666859117482</id><published>2007-11-01T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:18:23.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>taking my sweet time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i know there's been quite the delay, bu TA-DA...a few pics of some of my new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; for your viewing enjoyment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/RylqAPbU4YI/AAAAAAAAABI/dIJT_XiYdGA/s1600-h/sept2007+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/RylqAPbU4YI/AAAAAAAAABI/dIJT_XiYdGA/s200/sept2007+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127746203111711106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;i was highly turned off with micro-suede &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;in the beginning, but now, find it to be so inviting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/Rylqk_bU4ZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U6JvLNgArNs/s1600-h/sept2007+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/Rylqk_bU4ZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U6JvLNgArNs/s200/sept2007+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127746834471903634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;this has got to be the most comfortable&lt;br /&gt;and tempting couch your bottom has ever&lt;br /&gt;sat upon, and the ottoman, oh baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/RylqlvbU4aI/AAAAAAAAABY/JNBt6oTfwQ0/s1600-h/sept2007+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/RylqlvbU4aI/AAAAAAAAABY/JNBt6oTfwQ0/s200/sept2007+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127746847356805538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;the bookshelf i assembled all by my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;little self.  i need another, believe it or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;not, i have too many books for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/Rylq7fbU4bI/AAAAAAAAABg/daEPPtcPZ3c/s1600-h/sept2007+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/Rylq7fbU4bI/AAAAAAAAABg/daEPPtcPZ3c/s200/sept2007+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127747221018960306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;just another angle for you to get an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;idea of the set-up of the new casa de stos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/Rylq7_bU4cI/AAAAAAAAABo/16D35r7obLs/s1600-h/sept2007+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/Rylq7_bU4cI/AAAAAAAAABo/16D35r7obLs/s200/sept2007+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127747229608894914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i also did a little shopping at target the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;day and found these awesome dishes on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;clearance too!  there was no way i could pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;them up.  talk about a bargain, not to mention, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;they match the furniture!  it was a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/Rylp4vbU4XI/AAAAAAAAABA/Tdj-iyKStJg/s1600-h/sept2007+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/Rylp4vbU4XI/AAAAAAAAABA/Tdj-iyKStJg/s200/sept2007+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127746074262692210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;marshall was posing ever so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;cutely.  i had to snap a shot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;him and post for you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-5819214666859117482?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/5819214666859117482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=5819214666859117482' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/5819214666859117482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/5819214666859117482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2007/11/taking-my-sweet-time.html' title='taking my sweet time'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/RylqAPbU4YI/AAAAAAAAABI/dIJT_XiYdGA/s72-c/sept2007+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-7582701681537336353</id><published>2007-10-25T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:29:45.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life in the cul-de-sac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-7582701681537336353?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/7582701681537336353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=7582701681537336353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/7582701681537336353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/7582701681537336353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-in-cul-de-sac.html' title='life in the cul-de-sac'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-173180610574280154</id><published>2007-10-22T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T07:51:27.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-173180610574280154?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/173180610574280154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=173180610574280154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/173180610574280154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/173180610574280154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-lie.html' title='i lie'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-6048584360642747621</id><published>2007-10-11T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:04:08.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;lush it is not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;foreigner follower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;don't call me renee mosely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;just call me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;klepto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give me tivo or give me death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that should hold you all over until the weekend.  i'll work on putting up some pictures of the new joint later this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-6048584360642747621?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/6048584360642747621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=6048584360642747621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/6048584360642747621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/6048584360642747621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2007/10/quick-catch-up.html' title='a quick catch up'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-5077395774649293660</id><published>2007-10-03T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:50:32.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it rained last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.groomingdalesstl.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;groomingdale's pet spa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.*  as soon as his paws hit the bottom, his legs become like jello and he plops down in the muddy water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-5077395774649293660?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/5077395774649293660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=5077395774649293660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/5077395774649293660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/5077395774649293660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-rained-last-night.html' title='it rained last night'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-7158034254813060450</id><published>2007-09-22T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:00:57.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another year older...and maybe a bit wiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;happy 30th birthday, jamie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/RvVeHgrckWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cuvOTF71qLs/s1600-h/sept2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113096435073323362" style="CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/RvVeHgrckWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cuvOTF71qLs/s200/sept2007+007.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dave &amp;amp; jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;she only wore the sombrero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for the fried ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although today is jamie's birthday, the fam celebrated jamie's 30th friday night at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quepasacantina.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que Pasa Cantina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. the food was fantastic as well as the beer-yum, margaritas and the sinful sopapilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two long time family friends, tammie &amp;amp; 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 &lt;em&gt;paying job&lt;/em&gt; 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again jamie, happy birthday wishes from your favorite sister. i hope 30 treats you sweetly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/RvVjUArckXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cUn39J2KBi4/s1600-h/sept2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113103105157534082" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u7IWNCbqk4g/RvVkLwrckYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yGxZqyA1Vwo/s200/sept2007+005.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dave, stacy, kristin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;kelly &amp;amp; jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-7158034254813060450?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/7158034254813060450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=7158034254813060450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-3146544473031311200</id><published>2007-09-20T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:30:45.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>honey, i'm home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;check back soon as there will be pictures posted for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-3146544473031311200?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/3146544473031311200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=3146544473031311200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/3146544473031311200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/3146544473031311200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2007/09/honey-im-home.html' title='honey, i&apos;m home'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-4259669586108156394</id><published>2007-09-13T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:03:11.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's finally gonna happen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh my god - oh my god - oh my god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-4259669586108156394?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/4259669586108156394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=4259669586108156394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/4259669586108156394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/4259669586108156394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-finally-gonna-happen.html' title='it&apos;s finally gonna happen!'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-4693976314681413431</id><published>2007-09-06T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:53:29.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>karma plays dirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the only good news to come from today is that i have no cavities and a brand new toothbrush from the dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-4693976314681413431?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-934210557594903279</id><published>2007-09-01T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:48:50.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>better house-less than home-less, i think</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;in my previous post, all were informed of how closing on the new house wasn't supposed to happen as initially scheduled this past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;.  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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; of next week, the house shall be completely move-in-ready.  i for one am not getting my hopes up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; learned in this daunting process to believe and trust no one.  sad, but ever so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;on a lighter note...i have successfully purchased a new living room set, woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!  after searching the greater st. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;louis&lt;/span&gt; area furniture stores (seriously, i went to like 7 stores) for the last week-plus, i opted for the contemporary styles of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.feldmanfurniture.com/pimages/%7BD552F12D-CD6F-4CA5-8F72-B21085C2E1F2%7D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;durapella&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;celadon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.  while roaming the furniture store for an accent chair to go with the collection i had initially selected, i stumbled upon the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;durapella&lt;/span&gt;.  had it not been for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;erin's&lt;/span&gt; encouraging words and push to take such a bold step, in 3-4 weeks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; have the arrival of what i now think is grandma furniture on my doorstep.  so dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;erin&lt;/span&gt;, i thank you!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;.  i was a raging mess and peeved at the world because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;jessie&lt;/span&gt; and her husband, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt;, opened in late spring, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://pulizzos-deli.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pulizzo's&lt;/span&gt; deli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.  thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt; for the scrumptious food that helped to settle my tummy and make me less of an irate bitch than normal.  as usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;jes&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt;, the food was deli-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;while i am still house-less, i at least have a sweet set of furniture on the way, yippee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-934210557594903279?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/934210557594903279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=934210557594903279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/934210557594903279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/934210557594903279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2007/08/better-house-less-than-home-less-i.html' title='better house-less than home-less, i think'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-1853702695500584301</id><published>2007-08-27T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:13:14.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet...who am i kidding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.tanyajohnson.net/prudentialselect/index.asp?acc=41310"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tanya johnson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, who worked with and for me.  i could not have gotten through selling fyler without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.genesishomes.com/default.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;genesis homes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.   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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 465px;" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/stacymorris79/2007%20misc/Picture004.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at &lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;the "virgina" on her day of arrival in st. louis.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;itsn't she beautiful.  you can see how she was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;literally elmer's school glued down the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                               what a sweet fit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-1853702695500584301?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/1853702695500584301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=1853702695500584301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/1853702695500584301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/1853702695500584301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2007/08/home-sweet-homewho-am-i-kidding.html' title='home sweet...who am i kidding'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/stacymorris79/2007%20misc/th_Picture004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-5728074559614206710</id><published>2007-08-25T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:35:51.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bouncing 'round the room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday brandon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 492px; height: 610px;" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/stacymorris79/Picture020.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at &lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 276px;" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/stacymorris79/Picture016.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at &lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;brandon bouncing himself silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 289px;" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/stacymorris79/Picture010.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at &lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;dave and brandon resting between bounces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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 &amp; chairs, learning games, clothes and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 310px; height: 232px;" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f337/stacymorris79/Picture006.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at &lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia;"&gt;look at those blond locks and baby blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;happy 3rd birthday brandon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-5728074559614206710?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/5728074559614206710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=5728074559614206710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/5728074559614206710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/5728074559614206710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2007/08/bouncing-round-room.html' title='bouncing &apos;round the room'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-3772515943409395169</id><published>2007-08-22T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T01:07:35.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't hate me because i procrastinate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-3772515943409395169?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/3772515943409395169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=3772515943409395169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/3772515943409395169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/3772515943409395169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-hate-me-because-i-procrastinate.html' title='don&apos;t hate me because i procrastinate'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-114955238525054092</id><published>2006-06-05T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:14:20.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's huh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i posted this last week on "myspace" and thought perhaps, not everyone checks my space, so i should perhaps post it also on the blog. for more up-to-date pictures, check out the link to your right that says "stacy's space".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so my darling sister, jamie is prego with her second baby. all of you by now have seen the pictures of my nephew brandon and know how ridiculously cool i think he is, so the suspence of this one is killing me! jamie's only 10 weeks so the sex is still to be determined. i said boy the first time and was right...this time, i'm going with girl. it's only fair for her to have a little girl to make her life a living hell-haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/baby1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this picture the baby has a head, torso, both arms &amp;amp; both legs. in her ultrasound 2 weeks ago, a second arm had yet to sprout. anyway, take a look at the picture and tell me she's not cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the newest memeber of the fam is due december 26th, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;woo-hoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-114955238525054092?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/114955238525054092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=114955238525054092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114955238525054092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114955238525054092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-huh.html' title='it&apos;s huh...'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-114835803395868797</id><published>2006-05-22T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:38:24.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vehicular manslaughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so i was sitting on the couch enjoying the final minutes of the season finale of csi: miami when i hear marshall barking his little heart out in the backyard. i waited a few minutes to see if what ever it was causing his little voice to go hoarse would subside, but no such luck. i turn on the porch light and find the little dickens standing at the side of the back yard still wailing. i do a little investigating of my own and find what had the poor pooch moaning in agony. to my dismay, laying in the street was poor little peter cottontail. it appears as though mr. cottontail had an unsuccessful voyage while hopping down the bunny trail and met a car head on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, we all have seen road kill before, but have you ever heard the sound that escapes an animal when cars still proceed to run over the newly executed creature. in case you haven't, your ears do not just hear the splat noise, but popping also. oh, popping you ask? yes, that popping noise leads to organ flinging and mass blood spatter. if you don't believe me, see the crime scene photo below . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/400/bunny1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;if anyone has information leading to the arrest of the person responsible for this incident, please notify the proper authorities immediately. thanks for you support in this matter. the cottontail family appreciates your help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-114835803395868797?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/114835803395868797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=114835803395868797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114835803395868797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114835803395868797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2006/05/vehicular-manslaughter.html' title='vehicular manslaughter'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-114809740485752204</id><published>2006-05-19T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:56:44.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so it's been a couple months</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;fear not, i have not left my fans . . . nothing just keeps happening in my awesome life. uh, let's see . . . kristin is in town this weekend (woo-hoo). kristin and i had dinner over at jamie's house tonight with her and brandon (kelly &amp; dave both had to work). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/May2006%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;brandon's become quite the little talker these days. he's not even 2 and knows &amp; understands so many words. i just can't believe how big the little monster is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/May2006%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/May2006%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;on a completely different note, the freak show neighbors next store (aka...the pakistani's) now have a freaking ice cream truck in their driveway. if it's not the mattresses they found dumpster diving or a collection of beer cans that would put a frat house to shame, one way or another, these freaking morons really know how to trash a joint. and besides, when i think ice cream truck, i think of dirty scabbed up men peddling the streets for helpless kids looking for a quick sugar fix. but maybe that's just me, who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-114809740485752204?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/114809740485752204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=114809740485752204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114809740485752204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114809740485752204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-its-been-couple-months.html' title='so it&apos;s been a couple months'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-114317782641044573</id><published>2006-03-24T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:23:46.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how's this for a memory...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRISTIN &amp; KELLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happy birthday to kristin &amp; kelly who turn 24 today!! i thought you two would enjoy this photo. taken back in days of yester year in good ole ND, your 6th birthday party at happy joe's. that was when you girls received those god awful yellow/red and yellow/blue cheerleader night shirts and not too mention the spectra dolls; everything always came in pairs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;although kristin moved to atlanta a couple days into march, she's flying home for the weekend to celebrate with kelly and friends friday night and the sisters on saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/twins2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love you girls much and have a fabulous birthday!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-114317782641044573?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/114317782641044573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=114317782641044573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114317782641044573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114317782641044573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2006/03/hows-this-for-memory.html' title='how&apos;s this for a memory...'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-114136497754452217</id><published>2006-03-02T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:03:29.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the day finally has come and past. after a tear soaked goodbye, kristin left with michael this morning for atlanta. there's no way to sugar coat it, it sucks; we all know she will be happy with michael. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec012005%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;who cares if the rest of us are all miserable-joking, kristin! however, michael has been properly warned by all to take care of our girl-if he knows what's good for him. and i think he does . . . michael's spent many holidays with us and knows the drama we can rupture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kristin, enjoy your new city and opportunities. i wish you all the best and hope you find what you're looking for, i know you're in good hands. good luck keeping her in line michael!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &amp;amp; miss you much (marshall says woof)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-114136497754452217?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/114136497754452217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=114136497754452217' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114136497754452217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114136497754452217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2006/03/farewell.html' title='farewell'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-114074663564633693</id><published>2006-02-23T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:09:56.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>streaker in the making</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;on tuesday i watched brandon and as luck would have it, he had a doctor's appointment. so the two of us got to take a field trip to dr. ortize's office to meet up with jamie. we got into the exam room and you're suppose to dress the child down to his diaper, which we did. well, sir brandon decided that the room was perhaps just a little too chilly for his liking and insisted upon wearing his coat. so here stands my ever so darling nephew: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/brandon8.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/brandon8.1.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/brandon10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/brandon10.0.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;dave thinks brandon's well on his way to becoming a skilled streaker!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-114074663564633693?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/114074663564633693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=114074663564633693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114074663564633693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114074663564633693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2006/02/streaker-in-making.html' title='streaker in the making'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-114048264375741930</id><published>2006-02-20T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:58:24.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still nothing here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously, the amount of pressure there is to continually update this damn blog is starting to take it's toll on me. i really just don't think i can handle this kind of stress. as always, i have nothing new to report; honestly, are we at all surprised? i should think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent the last week on my back. normally, that wouldn't be such a bad thing, unfortunately though, it wasn't for pleasure's sake. my back pain decided to make itself know again by crippling me for 7 to 8 plus days. i decided to try a different route this time by not going to the normal doctor; instead, i opted for a chiropractor this time. i'm not yet sure if this was the smartest thing or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain was so obnoxious, i had to rely on jessie, kristin &amp; kelly to not only take me to and from the doctor the first 5 times, but to put on my socks. the 1st visit to the chiropractor had me streaming tears down my cheeks due to his &lt;em&gt;witching maneuvers&lt;/em&gt;. the 2nd visit was tearful but no where near as intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, what's that? the witching maneuvers thing. yes, i say witching because i think the doctor is slightly psycho, into scientology (he's got the pamphlets to back it up) &amp;amp; dianetics. he's all about natural herbal supplements. for example thyrosol, mag glycinate, cataplex b, catalyn &amp; chasteberry are just a handful of the shit this wacko has got me ingesting. whether these supplements will work or not, the adjusting that i have done 3 times a week does seem to be working...slowly, but working. what happened to good old fashion vicodin and percocets??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;will excuse my absence for the past month, i would appreciate it. however, i would like to personally blame jessie &amp;amp; erin for my blog's lack of info due to the whole myspace mumbo-jumbo. myspace, yet another seemingly perfect waste of my time, but if you are at all interested, please feel free to check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=52304029"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;stacy's myspace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that is all for now my followers. we shall chat yet again some other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-114048264375741930?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/114048264375741930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=114048264375741930' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114048264375741930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/114048264375741930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-nothing-here.html' title='still nothing here'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-113791680968619455</id><published>2006-01-22T01:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T18:15:36.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how's that for an update, jessie?? there isn't shit going on; i have nothing to say--can you stand it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/globe%20bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/globe%20bar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/globe%20bar.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;however, i got some blah-blah magazine in the mail today and as i was skimming through came across the picture to your left. primarily, it's for kristin. growing up in north dakota (on the farm, as you weirdos put it), mike had a globe bar and for some ungodly known reason, kristin was super obsessed with it. so when i came across it today, i knew instantly she'd get a monstrous kick out of it. quite frankly, why they were ever produced, much less still made today baffles me considerably.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-113791680968619455?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/113791680968619455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=113791680968619455' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/113791680968619455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/113791680968619455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2006/01/update-this.html' title='update this!!'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-113600175840857326</id><published>2005-12-30T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:45:24.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>going, going, gone!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yippee!! christmas has finally passed. our family celebrated all day long at jamie &amp; dave's house this year. we had a great time playing with our new gifts as well as with brandons.&lt;br /&gt;for your viewing entertainment, i thought i'd post a chris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/christmasnd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tmas past picture . . . (me, jamie, kristin &amp;amp; kelly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/christmasnd.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along with a christmas present picture . . . (me, krsitin, kelly &amp; jamie)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec262005%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Dec262005%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec262005%20016.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh and where to begin on all of the cool toys brandon got this year . . . a tricycle, books, soccer &amp; footballs, tonka cars, lifeguard elmo, a picnic table, a basketball hoop and so much more!! needless to say, dave was exhausted from putting together all of brandon's new toys. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by the day's end we were all stuffed from dinner and too many cookies!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the following day, jessie, joe, ava and myself met an old friend, renee, for dinner at macaroni grill. it was wonderful to see renee and reminisce about the wild trips jes &amp;amp; i would take down to springfiled to visit ne and her roommate, laura. after dinner, we went back to joe's house for an ass-whipping in texas hold 'em.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Dec262005%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Dec262005%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Dec262005%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec262005%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's good ole ne having some baby time with ava. it only took her 12 weeks, but renee was happy to finally have a chance to meet and hang out with ava.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Dec262005%20007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec262005%20007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now that the holidays are done and just about over with come tomorrow, life should hopefully be getting back to somewhat normal. i will be spending new year's eve at where-else, but imo's. to the rest of you who will be out celebrating, be safe and have a great time! happy new year to ya all!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-113600175840857326?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/113600175840857326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=113600175840857326' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/113600175840857326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/113600175840857326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2005/12/going-going-gone.html' title='going, going, gone!!'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-113544505613641643</id><published>2005-12-24T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:00:13.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy frickin holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;once again, i have taken my sweet candy ass time in updating with the ole blog. do not fear though my fine feathered friends, i am here to amuse your wondering minds. as you all know, christmas is tomorrow and also, you all know how much i hate the holidays. so i am not thankful for it's arrival but anxious for it's departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with the usual riff-raff out of the way, i'm sure you're just dying to know what the latest gossip on the block is. for starters . . . congratulations to jessie &amp; joe!! they were married on december 7, 2005. surrounded by family and a handful of friends, they chose a courthouse marriage in clayton. the officiate, being that the ceremony lasted only 10-15 minutes, was able to make their day quite special and personable. jes, joe and all we quite pleased with her. the judge invited all of us up to the front to surround them and "cheer them on." she even welcomed people to take pictures and speak up for joe if he failed to say his "i do" which he obviously didn't need any help doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec152005%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;i still watch, i mean hang out, with brandon on tuesdays. he's got quite the impressive vocabulary these days: mommy, dada, hot, uh-oh and something close to sounding like the neighbor's dog, brutis. how awesome is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec152005%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;marshall and i still have a few presents to wrap before tomorrow comes. he's quite helpful when it comes to walking across the damn wrapping paper. plus, i still have to get in about five more hours of &lt;em&gt;a christmas story&lt;/em&gt; on tbs . . . god love the marathon they do every year. it's the only christmas movie i'll come close to giving the chance of day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec152005%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stacy &amp;amp; marshall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. . . can you tell, marshall's tired of all the christmas hoop-la too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-113544505613641643?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/113544505613641643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=113544505613641643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/113544505613641643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/113544505613641643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-frickin-holidays.html' title='happy frickin holidays'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-113348400155782906</id><published>2005-12-01T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T08:33:35.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>me, procrastinate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;uh, sorry...i completely suck at keeping my blog updated. not too much is really going on in my never-so entertaining life. however though, i thought i'd just post a few pictures for your viewing enjoyment. so...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Dec012005%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec012005%20019.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; finally, after two plus-plus weeks of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;trials and tribulations, craig succeeded with the &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;damn toilet installation. this is what i had to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2-3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and this is her now...isn't she hot!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Dec012005%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec012005%20021.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Dec012005%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec012005%20008.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in preparation for thanksgiving, i joined jamie and brandon in grocery shopping. brandon was such a little dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; he was kind enough to help put away the groceries when we got home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;and later that night, jamie getting brand-o's bedtime bottle ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Dec012005%20010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec012005%20010.0.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Dec012005%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec012005%20001.0.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; on my days off, which are few and far between, i try to visit with jessie and ava. ava is getting so big, i can't believe she's already 8 weeks old! i think jes said ava weighs around 10 pounds and let me tell ya, this girl has got the chubbiest cheeks, too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;and finally, thanksgiving. brandon woke from his afternoon nap and headed right over to michael and kristin for some attention-because the kid's so neglected, ha! our family had an enjoyable thanksgiving this year...we even managed to play a game together without having one of our infamous cat fights! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Dec012005%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Dec012005%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;well, the pass of turkey day means only one thing...freakin' christmas is right around the corner. oh yeah, i am so excited...do you sense sarcasm? because if not, you should, a mondo spoonful of it. anyway, i hope all had a great thanksgiving and we'll chat soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-113348400155782906?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/113348400155782906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=113348400155782906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/113348400155782906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/113348400155782906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-procrastinate.html' title='me, procrastinate?'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-113090005498073474</id><published>2005-11-01T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:02:31.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>inside satan's play-pen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i pretty much have the digital camera thing all figured out. she didn't give me nearly as much trouble as i had initially thought, thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i spent the day with brandon, oh the fun we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Nov012005%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Nov012005%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; first there was breakfast, mmm. . .waffle sticks and kix cereal. next was playtime, followed by my absolute favorite thing, naptime. we both got in a good 1-1/2 hour nap this morning, boy was that refreshing. then came lunch, yuck. . .green beans, fishsticks and yogurt!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Nov012005%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Nov012005%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; later in the day we went for our afternoon constitutional; well, i walked while brandon &lt;em&gt;drove&lt;/em&gt; his pimped out convertible, with custom plates. then it was naptime once again. this time, a certain someone was completely anti-nap, which made for a somewhat crabby hour, which explains the &lt;em&gt;satan's play-pen&lt;/em&gt; title.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/Nov012005%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/Nov012005%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not too long after crabby time, dave &amp;amp; jamie came home from work and brandon was once again a little dear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-113090005498073474?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/113090005498073474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=113090005498073474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/113090005498073474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.damnfunnypictures.com/html/Looking-For-Camel-Toads.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camel Toads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-113055402613011533?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/113055402613011533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>what excuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so it's been days, alright fine, weeks since i last posted. i can't help it that my life is so demanding. fine, i lied...it's just pure laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after months of agony, target has finally arrived, and boy, is she hotter than ever!! that store is so freaking sweet! it's pretty much like a mini-mall and you could spend the whole freaking day in there. i've only been there twice. the first visit was just insane! jamie and i went one day after their official grand opening and you would have thought it was like christmas and the whole damn store was on sale. there were hardly any carts...primarily due to the cart escalator that kicks ass!! you literally ride on the people escalator with your cart on the one over, how cool is that!! oh target, how i've missed you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessie and joe's little girl, ava, is already 3 weeks old! i visited with them the other day and ava is such a sweetheart. she's really good at spitting up and making faces. click on jessie &amp;amp; joe's link to the right to see the latest pictures of ava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a surprise visit from my sister, kristin, at work yesterday. her mind is officially made up and she will be moving to atlanta this february to be with michael. i really wish she wasn't going, but it's what will make her happy and hopefully she'll find new opportunities. plus, michael is a great guy who we all love and know will help take care of her. however, the big question remains, dun-dun-dun...will kelly go with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after literally years of false hope and promises, craig has finally put in a new toilet in my bathroom (well sort of). i'd like to say she's everything i've ever dreamt of, but sadly, she's been a lot more hassle than thought. as of today, thursday, i'm on day 3 of no working toilet. do you know what it's like to not have a working bathroom in your house!! luckily, i'm at work more than at home! craig will be over later tonight to finish the job. so help me god, if i have to go another night without a bathroom, something's going to hit the fan and i think you know what i mean!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh, and i've finally broken down a bought a digital camera, a sony cybershot. oh the fun this ought to bring!! stay tuned for pictures...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-113045779224877353?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/113045779224877353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=113045779224877353' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/113045779224877353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/113045779224877353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-excuse.html' title='what excuse'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-112866312744281833</id><published>2005-10-07T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:51:31.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the happy family</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/ava1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/200/ava1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;as promised, here are a couple pictures of ava, jessie &amp; joe. i finally was able to meet the little girl tonight; all i have to say is what a doll! she is absolutely beautiful! jessie &amp; joe are glad to be home and look forward to parenthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/ava2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you two are gonna have your hands full with this little girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-112866312744281833?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/112866312744281833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=112866312744281833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112866312744281833'/><link 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to jessie and joe, ava elizabeth was born this evening...two weeks early! i only know a few details: ava weighed in at 7lbs &amp; 3oz, 20 1/2in and was born at 6:43pm! unfortunately, i won't be able to make a trip to st. john's to visit them due to my grueling work schedule, but plan on meeting her soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jes had called me around 7:30 this morning saying she was pretty sure her water had broke and the she was starting to have contractions. when she called back around 11:00 in the afternoon, she was already at the hospital and 3cm dilated. i talked later with joe around 4:30 and he said she was at 6cm and had just gotten her epidural...which jes said was the best thing ever! jes then called me at work at 7:15 saying ava had arrived and all were healthy and happy! i last talked to joe around 9:30 tonight, he said jessie and ava were sleeping and that the day was just &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stay tuned...hopefully, later in the week i'll be able to post a few pictures of ava.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-112848986498977101?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/112848986498977101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=112848986498977101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112848986498977101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112848986498977101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-girlno-really-i-mean-it-this-time.html' title='it&apos;s a girl...no really, i mean it this time!'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-112728318540717765</id><published>2005-09-22T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T11:05:01.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to the old lady...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;today is my darling sister, jamie's birthday. yes, it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt; years ago that, if you will, wonderful sister of mine was brought into this world. and since i absolutely love embarrassing the living &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/jamie81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/jamie81.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hell out of her, i thought what better way than this...taken on her 8&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. and how about that nightgown, rainbow bright rules!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hey, at least mom was able to spell "happy birthday" correctly on jamie's birthday cake. *poor little kristin's name was spelt "kristn" on her cake one year. i must say though, mom's cake writing ability wasn't the greatest, but she sure made a fantastic birthday cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so here's to jamie,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/em&gt; and i look forward to celebrating on saturday with you, dave, brandon, kristin &amp;amp; kelly.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!! (even if you won't say it back, ya snot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*correction: dear mom spelt kristin's name "kritin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-112728318540717765?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/112728318540717765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=112728318540717765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112728318540717765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112728318540717765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-old-lady.html' title='to the old lady...'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-112664232417177143</id><published>2005-09-13T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T15:12:29.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>houston, we have a home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and then there was one...yes my friends, marshall no longer has a step brother. my signs worked and about an hour ago the owner contacted me, well actually the owner's father-if you want to get technical, the pooch belongs to his son. apparently, ozzie (this dog is not an ozzie) lives only a block and a half away. his family just got a new fence (hope they didn't spend too much on it, because it obviously isn't serving it's purpose) and ozzie was able to pop open the latch and make a break for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so here sits marshall, peacefully back on his couch without the disturbance of an intruder. the need for dominace has passed...because marshall's such a hard ass. i told the owner he needs to feed his pup a lot more (he claims he's just really active, yeah-no) and get some tags or at least a chip put in him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my job here is done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-112664232417177143?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/112664232417177143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=112664232417177143' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112664232417177143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112664232417177143'/><link rel='alternate' 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style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok, so the arrangements for when i went to work were: marshall in the living room, as usual and founders in the bedroom. as most of you already know, marshall has hip-dysplacia; therefore, he's not a jumper. well, color me stupid, because a-duh, this boxer is straight off the trampoline. i come home and marshall is resting peacefully on his spot on the couch. founders, on the other hand, has managed to jump in my clothes basket in his valiant attempt to get a look through the window and mangle my blinds in my bedroom, not to mention setting up camp in my bed by throwing a few pillows on the floor, what the shit? hey, at least he's house-broken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also had a message from someone at the apa. she informed me that billy at the maplewood location could help me out if that's the area i was calling from. guess what, it's not. some help they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did however, get to have an actual conversation with someone from boxer rescue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. i gave her a full physical description and what his mannerisms were like. i told her that i should be able to hold on to him for a few days. she said that would be fantastic due to all of their foster homes no-vacancies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i posted about 10 signs last night after work, but of course, i ran out of tape; more will be going up today. keep your fingers crossed people! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-112662692000613791?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/112662692000613791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=112662692000613791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112662692000613791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112662692000613791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2005/09/uh-its-boypart-2.html' title='uh, it&apos;s a boy...part 2'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-112655898261086850</id><published>2005-09-12T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:47:49.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>uh, it's a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no morons, i'm not prego. it seems as though (for the time being) marshall has a brother. while basking in the yard today, a wondering dog found his way over to marshall. i went outside to see what all the commotion was about and found a purebred boxer hanging out in my driveway. he came right up to me without hesitation. unfortunately, the little guy only had a collar...no id tag. i wasn't about to turn him away, so i let him in the house. he and marshall sniffed each other for a bit then came to some type of peace, i think-well, at least no one's dead, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/found.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/found.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, thus begins my laborius search to find where this little guy belongs or what the devil i'm supposed to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step #1 humane society -- called their lost &amp; found number; all of our their voicemail boxes are full. no surprise with the intake from katrina and all. called back on the main line, surprise, surprise, all people are busy, please leave a message, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step #2 animal protection association -- couldn't get an actually person to save my life. left a message in two different people's voicemail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step #3 dr. lux, marshall's vet -- told me to bring the little guy in and they'll check him for a microchip. after literally fighting marshall for the use of his leash on 'founders' (as we'll call him) and loading him into the the car, we arrive at dr. lux's. can you say, i should have known? of course, founders is without a chip. i spoke a little more with the vet tech and she informed me that he's somewhere around 3 years old, neutered (duh) and slighty mal-nutritioned. she said i could keep him, post signs, drop him at a shelter, blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not about to turn him over to a shelter that's just going to euthanize him. i've made and started posting signs. i've tried calling two no-kill shelters and searching the internet for boxer rescue...both of which have led me to more voicemail boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i sit with another dog in my ever so retardedly small house. marshall weighing in at 65 lbs. and founders rounding out somewhere around 55-60 lbs. if any one has ANY suggestions, please, for the love of my sanity, help me!! oh, god...i just got called into work for someone and will have to leave in about 30 minutes and am afraid of what i may be coming home to tonight.  help me...(long, yet calm pause)...help me-help me-help me (one quick breath &amp; now freaking out)!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;s.o.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(save our stacy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-112655898261086850?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/112655898261086850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=112655898261086850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112655898261086850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112655898261086850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2005/09/uh-its-boy.html' title='uh, it&apos;s a boy'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-112633507753450690</id><published>2005-09-10T02:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T21:49:54.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random bits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;woo-hoo...gas is down a whole freaking 30 cents! how's that for exciting. thankfully, i live less than 3 miles from work and am surrounded by almost all of my necessary shopping. (come on october 9th, i need my new hampton target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/homepage.html/601-2795552-8500926"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; to re-open, oh how i miss you, i hate lindbergh people!!) considering the last time i fed the (trail blazing) beast, she ate a whopping $56.00 worth of gas. i must say, my nephew brandon, is really lucky he's so darn cute and fun to hang out with; otherwise, my trips out to jamie &amp; dave's house-in the middle of nowhere-would only happen it they started slipping me a few jackson's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marshall and i took a trip to petsmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petsmart.com/ps/main.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; the other day. oh, how he just loves to frolic down the aisles and 'test' out all of the toys. funny though, the one he picks out, when we bring it home, he just ignores it, the spoiled brat with his damn green beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all you family guy lovers who enjoy having sexy parties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/fg_133.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/fg_133.gif" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; ...this is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-112633507753450690?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/112633507753450690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=112633507753450690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112633507753450690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112633507753450690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-bits_10.html' title='random bits'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-112571955284496393</id><published>2005-09-02T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T02:05:28.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a little hottie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/brandon51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/brandon51.JPG" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for those of you who have never had the pleasure of meeting my nephew, brandon, here's a picture of the cute little guy. the fam just celebrated brandon's 1st birthday, august 26th. what a fun couple of days: celebrating with chuck e cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chuckecheese.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, a family party at suson park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stlouisco.com/parks/suson.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, cake and so many presents...oh, to be a kid again! i am absolutely loving watching this little guy grow up. i can't wait to see what the next years bring...perhaps another nephew or niece (no pressure jamie &amp;amp; dave)!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-112571955284496393?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/112571955284496393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=112571955284496393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112571955284496393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112571955284496393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-little-hottie_02.html' title='what a little hottie'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16043376.post-112546820433895438</id><published>2005-08-30T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T00:03:17.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that's one hot dog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/marshall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/320/marshall1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1442/1508/1600/marshall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;introducing...marshall, my ever so retarded dog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hobbies include, but not limited to chasing bugs, barking at the air, sleeping and triumphant attempts to catch his tail. talk about a 'ruff' life. hey, i warned you things can get pretty boring around here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16043376-112546820433895438?l=stacymorris79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/feeds/112546820433895438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16043376&amp;postID=112546820433895438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112546820433895438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16043376/posts/default/112546820433895438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacymorris79.blogspot.com/2005/08/thats-one-hot-dog.html' title='that&apos;s one hot dog...'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12387434052653467600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a659.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01357/85/61/1357101658_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
