<?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-20835919</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:24:42.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life... It's insane!</title><subtitle type='html'>it's my life... and it's a mess! But hey - never a dull moment in Staceyland!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-4988841190070499629</id><published>2011-05-11T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:08:33.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting On The Doctor...</title><content type='html'>I have to admit... I'm a geek. I think just about everyone who knows me knows that I'm a geek. I like to read. not so weird. right? Well throw in that I love Science Fiction... yeah... kinda odd for a girl. Oh well. I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't think Vampires &amp;amp; Fairies really exist. I know there are people who drink blood and perform "witch craft" but that's they're lifestyle. Is blood the only hope of their survival? No. I don't think pig or snake people really exist. However... I truly can't say the same about aliens. I don't mean illegal immigrants here. I mean outer space... little green men... "take me to your leader"... aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it for a minute. Has there been any logical proof that they do not exist? No. From an open minded, unbiased, unjudgemental, Christian standpoint who's to say that they don't? If God was a "selfish" God and created us to worship Him... why would He only create one world? He created many races and languages.... yes I know the story behind why we speak different languages so don't try to lecture me here. But how do we know that he didn't create life forms (and I believe the'd still be "in His image") in places we'd never find them. We know other galaxies exist. What if there are other "beings" in those galaxies too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even thought about "Well Jesus saved us from sin. He didn't save those people." What if they didn't need Him? What if sin hasn't happened yet out there? And if it has... maybe He did save them. I don't think the universe can as large as it is for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... I was watching one of my favorite shows, Doctor Who, on BBC America today and I can't help but feeling like I've been waiting for The Doctor my whole life. That one person who doesn't mind my geeky side. Who's as much of a geek as I am. Maybe not in the same ways I am but a geek nonetheless. &amp;nbsp;I don't mean I'm looking for my "soul mate" I already married him and I wouldn't trade him for the world. I just mean a friend, a mate, a compadre someone (besides my husband of course) who I can feel totally true to who I really am without thoughts of them looking at me like I'm crazy... ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husbands, best friends and my sisters... but even they look at me like I'm from another planet sometimes. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-4988841190070499629?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/4988841190070499629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=4988841190070499629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4988841190070499629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4988841190070499629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2011/05/waiting-on-doctor.html' title='Waiting On The Doctor...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-746656441033882436</id><published>2011-05-07T00:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T00:29:47.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Between The Pages</title><content type='html'>it's no big shocker that i'm not the most well liked person in the world. I've known that for years. But something just occurred to me. Seeing the look on people's faces when they hear that i've read Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice 12 times in my now 29 years is generally followed by some form of "wow you read a lot!" and so therefore just finishing a variation the movie Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility and in a nutshell being stood up by a friend... I started thinking on why I do read as much as I do. I've come to this conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a book will never let you down, tell you you're ugly, stupid, fat or not good enough.a book will be there when you need a friend, time to get away from reality or even to help you fall asleep. characters don't change each time you re-read a story. and yes the cliche "you can be anyone you want to or go anywhere you want to go." but most of all if you get bored... Or the stor doesnlt quite fit. You can close it and read something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-746656441033882436?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/746656441033882436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=746656441033882436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/746656441033882436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/746656441033882436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2011/05/between-pages.html' title='Between The Pages'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-3610263712938054935</id><published>2010-10-06T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:36:59.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tears of a bride...</title><content type='html'>listening to: myself typing...&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally broke down. The stress of planning a wedding primarily alone has finally taken it's toll on me. I cried. hard. a lot. over the past few days. I think what finally gave me that shove over the edge of the cliff was that after a day out with my friend, Micki. I tried on my dress. I had bought an "accessory" for it and wanted to see how it looked. But when I put it on it wouldn't zip up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every bride's worst nightmare... ok one of the largest... is that her dress won't fit. I took the dress off feeling defeated and hung it back up. then went back into the living room only to be confronted with a V8 commercial where a bride simply drinks a V8 and miraculously her dress zips up all the way. I fell over into a puddle. it wasn't pretty. I couldn't even think about it without crying for a few days. My poor sisters, mom &amp;amp; Nick had to deal with my sobbing for the majority of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i will admit it wasn't extremely bad. but i need to loose 5 - 10 lbs in order for it to fit again. I've been wanting to start eating right and working out again. this actually was a blessing in disguise. not the kind i would wish on any bride but a blessing nonetheless. I've been a lot more active and actually trying to eat better instead of just saying i'm going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only hope it works. i'm walking down that isle december 18th. with or without that dress. i just prefer with the dress. that's a major part of what every girl dreams about is the dress. i don't want to miss that of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-3610263712938054935?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/3610263712938054935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=3610263712938054935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3610263712938054935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3610263712938054935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2010/10/tears-of-bride.html' title='tears of a bride...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-3273662921377955069</id><published>2010-08-31T18:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:44:16.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 MONTHS????? PANIC MODE KICKING IN AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Touch A New Day" by: Lena Meyer-Landrut&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;has it really been so long since my last post? wow! sorry. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited and terrified at the same time that in just over 3 months I will be Mrs. Nick West!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and got our engagement pics taken and got them back. they turned out AMAZING!!! Also my mom, sisters &amp;amp; Leslie did a great job on my shower... even with my meltdown the night before. I still feel bad over that... and I can't thank them enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our big thing to knock out now is our rehearsal dinner. BUT I think now I should start knocking out 5 things at once. I need to focus on the music, decor &amp;amp; flowers too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to dive in head first... and... go...&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-3273662921377955069?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/3273662921377955069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=3273662921377955069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3273662921377955069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3273662921377955069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-months-panic-mode-kicking-in-again.html' title='3 MONTHS????? PANIC MODE KICKING IN AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-1255312925064674369</id><published>2010-07-13T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:19:04.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dates and updates...</title><content type='html'>listening to: *has to stop and try to hear what's playing in the other room on the air* "In The Blink Of An Eye" by: MercyMe&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;well good news is I've calmed down. I'm not freaking out like I was in the last post... ok not as much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I pick out the minister, &lt;a href="http://williamguice.com/"&gt;William Guice&lt;/a&gt;. he's cool. I was nervous going to meet him the first time. Nick picked him out. I picked out the pastor at our church but he's kinda hard to get a hold of. Nick once again made a good choice though. I'm glad we went with William. He's also doing our premarital counseling which was supposed to start last week but life happened and it ended up being more of a lunch "get together" than a counseling session. But I'm not complaining. It was a good chance to meet his wife who will be sitting in on a few sessions in the future. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sisters, mom &amp;amp; leslie are diligently working on the bridal shower which I'm really excited about. I can't wait to go back and see everyone. Especially my nieces!!! those girls need aunt stacey hugs i know it!!!!! :D not to mention it's gonna be really good to see leslie before she leaves for the first country (&lt;a href="http://leslieredman.theworldrace.org/"&gt;leslieredman.theworldrace.org&lt;/a&gt;) I know it's really selfish of me... but i don't want her to go. i want her at my wedding standing at my side. :( but it's not like it doesn't kill her that she can't be there. so that makes me feel better... which is selfish too in all honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... now that we got the minister checked off the list i've been working on our registries again. trying to get them down to the final cut. We're registered at &lt;a href="http://www.bedbathandbeyond.com/regGiftRegistry.asp?wrn=-1757161071"&gt;Bed Bath &amp;amp; Beyond&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/registry/wedding/3LO4Y307I4XH1"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt; and our house is not going to have a certain decor... just colors.. we're decorating in Blue, Green and Brown... any shade... just not pastels if possible... more on the darker side... only not Navy... ok so maybe it's a little more specific that i thought. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I better get ready to go. my shift is almost over. i'm so glad tomorrow will be back to live shows. wally has been gone the past 2 days so i had to do "best of" shows.&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and as long as i'm posting links... in case you missed it or i didn't post it check out our ceremony photographer &lt;a href="http://shannonhairrphotography.com/"&gt;Shannon Hairr&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; engagement photographer &lt;a href="http://donahophotography.com/"&gt;Amanda Donaho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-1255312925064674369?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/1255312925064674369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=1255312925064674369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1255312925064674369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1255312925064674369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2010/07/dates-and-updates.html' title='dates and updates...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-3049423327572626895</id><published>2010-06-24T00:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:03:56.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bridezilla? me?</title><content type='html'>Ok so I here's the long and the short of it.... I'm officially in panic mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the other day the in less than 6 months I will be a wife. And i'm nowhere near ready! This wedding is going to be a disaster and I really don't want that to happen :'( I don't mean disaster like nick and I aren't meant to be married... More like. I have hardly anything planned! How am I going to plan an entire wedding in less than 6 months?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I need a miracle! :'(&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/20835919-3049423327572626895?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/3049423327572626895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=3049423327572626895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3049423327572626895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3049423327572626895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2010/06/bridezilla-me.html' title='bridezilla? me?'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-3615884400485832801</id><published>2010-04-18T10:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:48:17.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans are a go!</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Broken" by: Lifehouse (and no not on purpose . i'm at work)&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;ok so yes you read right. I'm at work right now. I'll admit the past 2 months (as of yesterday) haven't been TOO bad. I had company off and on mostly from Nick and my good friends, Jame &amp;amp; Cathy. But I'm excited to be back to work. I'm working at the Way-fm Network now here in Nashville. I've only been here 3 1/2 hours so far... still got 12 1/2 hours to go. lol Yep. My first day back in radio and I'm taking on 16 hours today alone. Luckily I just have to sit here and make sure everything works. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... the wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew up to Michigan for a fun visit with some of my favorite people. Leslie &amp;amp; Mandy both came to visit me which I LOVED! And the rest of the time was mostly spent on wedding plans with mom, my sisters and my nieces. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dress... check&lt;br /&gt;jen's dress... check&lt;br /&gt;anisa's dress... check&lt;br /&gt;kendra's.... well... EVERYTHING... no surprise here... check&lt;br /&gt;joslynn's dress &amp;amp; basket... check&lt;br /&gt;mom's dress... check&lt;br /&gt;cake... check and might I say Nick and I did a really great job with ideas and flavors!! our cake decorator designed a BEAUTIFUL cake that is gonna fit in with the wedding perfectly!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're working on centerpieces, flowers, unity candle/sand and the other dresses right now. We have an idea for Emmalee's though so that helps. PLUS Nick and I have an appointment for our catering testing now that I can eat. lol and we're talking to our preferred photographer about a day, time and such about our engagement session. I'm pretty geeked about that to be honest! I don't usually like to be IN the pictures but Amanda is PHENOMENAL!!! ok well it's about time to check transmitters. so I'm gonna rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till more is planned...&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... don't ask what i want for my birthday PLEASE! I have people asking and not accepting "nothing" cause I have no ideas cause I really don't want anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-3615884400485832801?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/3615884400485832801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=3615884400485832801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3615884400485832801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3615884400485832801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2010/04/plans-are-go.html' title='Plans are a go!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-6178546616010831238</id><published>2010-03-30T00:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:24:27.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh just you wait!! it gets better!</title><content type='html'>watching: Well I'm not watching it. I'm typing this. But Nick is watching Jimmy Kimmel...&lt;div&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So update time! Nick and I are looking at cakes. Made an appointment for a tasting and everything. Now once these bars come off of my jaw we can go to it and then finish our catering menu too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend, Cathy and I have been avidly looking for the flowers my bouquet. It's not going well. It's better than it was when I was going at it alone. But I pick this flower and we pair it with that one and then I switch the colors so I want this one in red and that one in white instead of the other way around and then I want a different flower totally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confused yet? Me too! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well no one ever said being a bride was an easy thing. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-6178546616010831238?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/6178546616010831238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=6178546616010831238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6178546616010831238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6178546616010831238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-just-you-wait-it-gets-better.html' title='oh just you wait!! it gets better!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-8492280324962363640</id><published>2010-03-02T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:49:43.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>food i can't eat. fail.</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Puzzle Of My Heart" by: Westlife&lt;div&gt;***********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as you probably know by now I was in a car accident in mid February. Luckily it wasn't as bad as it could've been. I fractured my right knee cap in 3 places (we found that out today.. well not the fractured part... just how many places). I didn't know that was possible. But I'm good at learning stuff like that. lol I also fractured the left side of my jaw. The friday after the accident I had to have my jaw wired shut which most people think stops me from talking. WRONG. God gave me a gift and I will use it. I mean I get paid to talk and everything. lol I can't talk MUCH though. It hurts if I talk too much so i try not to. Doesn't always work though. Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that said. Nick and I have picked a caterer. In fact he went to go do a tasting with them which I had to pretty much push him into. I didn't wanna make anyone attending our wedding eat something that we don't even like. How fair is that? So he asked me if I would be mad and I finally made him realize I really wanted him to. But it didn't happen. He went but he and the caterer (Two Fat Men Catering http://twofatmencatering.com) decided to hold off on the tasting until I'm better and can actually eat something instead of just drinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't WAIT to eat a baked potato! Tony's (my favorite restaurant in the world) fried mushrooms, Jonathan's bbq chicken pizza &amp;amp; nick's hamburgers are pretty high on that list too. I've just been craving a baked potato for a long time. Poor Nick has had to deal with literal tears over it. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok now i'm hungry again. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Stacey Ree-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-8492280324962363640?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/8492280324962363640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=8492280324962363640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8492280324962363640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8492280324962363640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2010/03/food-i-cant-eat-fail.html' title='food i can&apos;t eat. fail.'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-1204076243661052798</id><published>2010-02-04T15:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:04:51.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD!!!</title><content type='html'>listening to: Running Man by: Hanson&lt;div&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a quick note to say that I'm researching caterers and it's making me really hungry!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-1204076243661052798?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/1204076243661052798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=1204076243661052798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1204076243661052798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1204076243661052798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2010/02/food.html' title='FOOD!!!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-6395116923366865702</id><published>2010-02-02T09:08:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:27:44.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts &amp; Weddings...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Pray" by: Dierks Bentley&lt;div&gt;***********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so his blog is a wedding update &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; more so as a revelation of sorts.... read on and you may understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I spoke with an old friend i haven't spoken to in years. Sadly the way the friendship ended wasn't entirely on the best of terms. So after years of regret on both sides, we cleared the air. :) his obviously makes me extremely happy since i was convinced they wouldn't be happy that i was sorry for being such a brat. we all know how much i can act like one! lol but all in all after i got over the initial shock of it all i feel today is gonna be a good day. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on that note...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick and i have officially found a wedding venue. It's a 100 year old wool mill here in Tennessee. I went to look at it only to humor Nick and was of course cranky the whole time... until we looked at it. :) It got even better once i heard the price and found out what we go for it. Then i was a VERY happy Stacey. We looked at one more place the next day and that very next morning Nick went and put a deposit on it. So it's officially ours December 18, 2010! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our wedding party has also been entirely picked now... mine is still the same but the guys have all been asked and accepted so i can now say that Nick will "not have a best man" just 4 groomsmen to share the best man duties. He chose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anthony Morgan - Nick's friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff Culmer - Nick's friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke Masiarak - Nick's brother-in-law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian Jenkins - Nick's friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this ought to be interesting... if you knew them you'd understand why i say that. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's about it for now. Till next time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Stacey Ree-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-6395116923366865702?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/6395116923366865702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=6395116923366865702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6395116923366865702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6395116923366865702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2010/02/ghosts-weddings.html' title='Ghosts &amp; Weddings...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-5415873615254074228</id><published>2010-01-19T09:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:06:57.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At A Wedding Stand Still *sigh*</title><content type='html'>Watching: Rachel Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So went to the bridal expo here in town the other afternoon with my friend Cathy. I have to say I thought the vendors were gonna be a lot more pushy that most of them were. Not to mention i thought it was going to be a lot bigger and a lot more packed than it was. But we decided to go a little later so that we the "bridezillas" that had to be there when the doors opened would hopefully be gone. I'm pretty sure it was a smart idea cause there weren't many that I saw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well one good thing that came out of all of the mounds of cake we ate is that it looks like Nick and I won a short honeymoon! It's not where Nick was eyeing but hey free is always good. But we have to do like an hour of eating kinda thing tonight so we'll see if it's real or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've looked at a few places for the wedding/reception but nothing so far is like "WE HAVE TO HAVE IT HERE!" so we're gonna go look at another place hopefully tomorrow and maybe get settled on one soon. So needless to say that we can't really plan a whole lot more right now since we don't have a venue. oh well. one thing at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well on a good note I'm gonna be an aunt... kinda.. Anisa &amp;amp; Chrystal are both having a baby as you already... BUT I'm finally getting a Nephew! Chrystal is having a little boy! I'm so excited! I've got the niece scene down. Not that i wouldn't mind another one. I'm a pro at it now. But I wanna be able to spoil at least one boy since I spoil the girls whenever i can. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok time to get ready for work. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Stacey Ree-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps... "jerk".... who are you?????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-5415873615254074228?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/5415873615254074228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=5415873615254074228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5415873615254074228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5415873615254074228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-wedding-stand-still-sigh.html' title='At A Wedding Stand Still *sigh*'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-5570324384182305040</id><published>2010-01-05T18:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:26:45.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY! A DATE!!!</title><content type='html'>watching: dirty jobs... kinda... it's on tv but not paying attention...&lt;div&gt;*******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's official! Last night Nick and I finally settled on a date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of December 18, 2010 I will be a married woman!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we got almost an entire year to go but planning this thing will make it fly... hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also a few things have changed... Leslie sadly will not be my maid of honor... She will be on a 11 month long mission in 11 different countries. Please pray for her and once I get the link I will post it here to hopefully help her get her funding under control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So needless to say I had to ask someone else to be my maid of honor and my eldest sister has graciously accepted the offer. :) I have to admit I was a little nervous that my other sister, Anisa would've been hurt. But she was pretty geeked which just made me realize it was a smart move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've gotten a check list book and such to get the planning underway and have already started filling it with some great ideas both by myself AND Nick. I love how he WANTS to help plan the big day! Not to mention he's got AMAZING ideas! I'm one VERY blessed/lucky girl!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now we're checking out photographers and trying to see if we can get the church we like for that day. And we're trying to get the exact shades of colors we like. We're pretty sure we want to get married here in Nashvegas. But we have to keep in mind that both my sister, Anisa and Nick's sister, Chrystal, who are both expecting will be having a small baby each to watch over. That's an added bonus of marrying Nick... I get a new baby niece or nephew as well. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about baby steps (tee hee) I guess. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-5570324384182305040?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/5570324384182305040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=5570324384182305040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5570324384182305040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5570324384182305040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-date.html' title='FINALLY! A DATE!!!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-3028224067116562927</id><published>2009-12-27T15:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:30:56.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Engaged!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>watching: whatever this show is that Nick is watching.&lt;div&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So most of you (all 3 of you that read this lol) know by now that Nick and I got engaged December 22, 2009. Now the fun begins... planning our wedding. I have to admit. I'm nervous. I helped to plan both of my sister's weddings but I was pretty young and don't know much about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking to Nick this morning I started thinking that once we pick a place (at least narrowing it down to one state would be nice), time of year (or better yet exact date), &amp;amp; colors then everything thing else should fall into place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent Christmas this year with my family in Michigan and my eldest sister, Jennifer gave me the movie "Julie &amp;amp; Julia" as part of my gift. I started to watch it this morning and it gave me the idea to use my blog as updates for the wedding. So I can get out my frustrations, concerns and ideas without taking them out on Nick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like YOUR help since I'm no good at this... at least that I know of. I mean I've never gotten married before. LOL So any advice you may give, I would GREATLY appreciate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway... this is all I have planned so far....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Groom... check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ring... check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maid Of Honor... kinda check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bridesmaids... check, check and check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junior Bridesmaid... check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ring Bearer... check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flower girl... check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maid of Honor - Leslie Redman (my cousin/best friend)... IF she's in the country that is :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bridesmaids... Jennifer Palinski (my sister)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;  Anisa Gunderson (my sister)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;                       Chrystal Masiarak (nick's sister)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junior bridesmaid... Kendra Gunderson (my niece)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ring bearer... Emmalee Gunderson (my niece)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flower girl... Joslynn Gunderson (my niece)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and that's all so far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to buy a few magazines and books hopefully today or tomorrow before work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish me luck! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Stacey Ree-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#779BAB;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 16px; text-transform: uppercase;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/20835919-3028224067116562927?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/3028224067116562927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=3028224067116562927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3028224067116562927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3028224067116562927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-engaged.html' title='I&apos;m Engaged!!!!!!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-5633025044526962691</id><published>2009-11-08T16:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:02:28.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well...</title><content type='html'>watching: Underworld Evolutions. :D&lt;div&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/Svc_gt5OMtI/AAAAAAAAADw/3mVDTvPSmDQ/s320/Family004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401856109362164434" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it only took 15 months but I have finally met Nick's sister, Chrsytal. Poor girl spent most of the weekend sick. She's a newly expectant mom and it's taking a lot out of her. But luckily she's happy about being a mommy soon. She and her husband, Luke, are going to be great parents. I've only known them for a few days and I can already &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note... I'm officially living back in Nashville again. I love being closer to Nick. I think we both needed it. We only live about 10 minutes from each other now and it's so much better being able to see each other more often. I've made a few new friends which is nice for when he's gone. Just wish it were easier to balance the 2 and still have time to work enough to pay all my bills. Oh well. All will come in due time... i hope....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's about it for now. I guess I better get going. I told Nick I'd cook for him from his new recipe book. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Stacey Ree-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-5633025044526962691?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/5633025044526962691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=5633025044526962691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5633025044526962691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5633025044526962691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-is-well.html' title='All is well...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/Svc_gt5OMtI/AAAAAAAAADw/3mVDTvPSmDQ/s72-c/Family004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-8019702736263464842</id><published>2009-08-28T23:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:43:54.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over...</title><content type='html'>listening to: my fan being loud...&lt;div&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now before i get started... don't get any ideas. Nick and I didn't break up. We're not planning to. And I don't have some crazed fan that's being loud. It's a literal fan that's just loud and I am officially moving. Last day at the station was tonight and I'm packing up my &amp;amp; Nick's cars (along with a U-Haul trailer Nick rented) and moving south. I'M GOING HOME!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited to be able to be in my own apartment again, be able to see all of my friends that I haven't seen in a long time, Chick-fil-a, and fried pickles!!!!!! Those are the FIRST things on my list!!!! It's gonna be a welcomed journey into the next chapter of the story God has written for me. I just hope I live up to the character He has created. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stacey -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-8019702736263464842?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/8019702736263464842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=8019702736263464842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8019702736263464842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8019702736263464842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-over.html' title='it&apos;s over...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-1480309971536497811</id><published>2009-08-08T23:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:00:08.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i here for... honestly....</title><content type='html'>reading: "pretties" by: scott westerfeld&lt;div&gt;****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I went to watch a movie with my mom &amp;amp; my sister, Jennifer. The movie... Julie &amp;amp; Julia. Based on two true stories. Both about 2 women who just don't quite fit in and how they find themselves and what they're here for through cooking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got me thinking. Here I am a radio "on air personality." I have a job that just about everyone when they hear what I do have the initial response of "I always wanted to do that. It sounds like so much fun." and it is... sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at times I can't help but feel like I just don't belong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my life I've wanted to work in music somehow. Most of it my dreams have been to behind a board making other people's records sounds amazing. But i've come to terms with the fact that when it comes to running a studio console... i stink! :) But my passion for editing hasn't diminished an ounce. In fact I think it's only gotten stronger. I feel this is where I'm meant to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then there's another part of me that still feels like I'm meant to do something else. I love to read. I would LOVE to have a job where I got paid to read. To write. Another passion. But not one that I'm too confident about. I just don't think my writing is as compelling as others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's "teaching" in a sense. I don't mean in front of a class helping people understand math or science problems. Though I did thoroughly enjoy science in school. I mean helping people to be ok with themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe there's a reason God allowed the things in my past to happen. My testimony can reach so many people. I've seen it. I've been approached about speaking for a group. But my stage freight is holding me back from accepting. Yet there is this nagging feeling in my heart that I need to do this. That something I say can help to save someone's life. To help someone overcome something in their life that they deal with in an dark, empty, lonely space of their minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what it's like to live behind closed doors with so many people so close and to put on a "show" if you will for everyone. Trying to pretend you're exactly who everyone expects you to be. Then going home, locking yourself inside your mind and being who you really are. Not knowing how to show that side of you to anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a sad lonely world. One that no one should ever have to go through. But I don't know how to break out of my shell and just "get over" my stage freight. I would say "one step at a time" to myself if i was trying to give myself a pep talk. But everyone knows that things are easier said than done. So I'm going to recruit you. I need you to be my drill sergeant. Hold me to it. Force me to make the steps that i need to. I might save a life with what i have to do. But you... you will save mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stacey - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-1480309971536497811?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/1480309971536497811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=1480309971536497811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1480309971536497811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1480309971536497811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-am-i-here-for-honestly.html' title='what am i here for... honestly....'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-1491086473750446627</id><published>2009-08-06T20:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:38:35.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*dies laughing*</title><content type='html'>listening to: myself on the air...&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;i just had to share this cause i laughed REALLY hard!!! her reaction AFTER the fact is the best!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/liDePFnu4u4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/liDePFnu4u4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-1491086473750446627?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/1491086473750446627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=1491086473750446627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1491086473750446627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1491086473750446627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2009/08/dies-laughing.html' title='*dies laughing*'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-3372813609222038707</id><published>2009-07-30T18:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:39:35.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update....</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Wonder Of It All (Next Year)" by: Monday Morning&lt;div&gt;****************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I realized I haven't updated in a while. In all honesty. I really haven't had much to update about. Nick and I went on a cruise and we're about to celebrate our anniversary... so... yeah... great update. WOOHOO! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update later when my life is more interesting lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Stacey Ree-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-3372813609222038707?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/3372813609222038707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=3372813609222038707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3372813609222038707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3372813609222038707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='update....'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-1272709503827621017</id><published>2009-03-25T09:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:34:31.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Are Real....</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Things Left Unsaid" by: Disciple&lt;div&gt;**************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow this song couldn't fit any better if I planned it for my post for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I woke up with tears streaming down my cheeks, happy feelings, sad feelings, and a whole lot of "what just happened????" feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having a really weird dream... that's not uncommon for me. But then something happened that really "shook" me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the dream there were about 11 of us in this room and locked off from the rest of the world to keep us safe. But one wall was all mirrors. I was talking to someone who was looking at it and admiring themselves when my Grandma appeared in the mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I was seeing things. But then I remembered some of the "instructions" as we entered the room. That this wasn't a mirror. It was a "window" and people who have passed on would come to the window to help us survive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She and I both started crying. She hadn't changed at all. She loved the color purple and was wearing the same style shirt she always wore. Sleeveless, of course. With little pink and purple flowers. I could smell her even. Nothing had changed. She smelled like hard work (yes it really does have a smell!!), yarn &amp;amp; southern food. I loved the way she always smelled. It was always a sort of "home" to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just stared at each other for a minute until my niece Emmalee came up and asked where she was. I pointed her out and then my sisters, Anisa &amp;amp; Jennifer came to join us. We all started crying again and Anisa told Grandma she looked so pretty. She laughed and said "No I don..." (she looked down at her outfit and smiled continuing) "...yes I do." :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all laughed a little. Cause that was so her sense of humor. Then she teared up again and told us "I miss you. You all turned out so beautiful." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up just then in tears. I didn't know if it was real or not. I've been told that "angels" can come and talk to you in your dreams my whole life. I've been raised to believe this is real. It happened to numerous people in the bible... I mean one spoke to Mary telling her about baby Jesus after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel my dreams so much that sometimes I have a hard time deciphering what's real and what isn't. The rest of the dream honestly felt the way it always does. But the part where my Grandma appeared to and talked to us... it fell "spiritual".... like it was real. Like she was really there... really talking to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She passed away when I was 14 years old. I was going through a really hard time back then. And I lived in my own little world. Not letting anyone know exactly how much pain I was in. When she passed away I wasn't sure how I would survive with out her too. I did. But man it's hard to express how much I miss her daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never got to say good-bye to her. Maybe this was her way of helping me to move on. 12 (almost 13) years is a long time to dwell on something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it real? Am I just imaging it? Am I crazy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Stacey Ree -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-1272709503827621017?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/1272709503827621017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=1272709503827621017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1272709503827621017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1272709503827621017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreams-are-real.html' title='Dreams Are Real....'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-1577252664245591454</id><published>2009-02-04T06:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:29:48.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just for your viewing pleasure....</title><content type='html'>listening to: "I Can't Stand To Fall" by: Philmont&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/txqiwrbYGrs&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/txqiwrbYGrs&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YRyK_1g4VWQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YRyK_1g4VWQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jyvlCefVad0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jyvlCefVad0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SYl_XhmvgFI/AAAAAAAAADg/Dkd_CDhadck/s1600-h/sign-not-in-use.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SYl_XhmvgFI/AAAAAAAAADg/Dkd_CDhadck/s320/sign-not-in-use.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298906478712684626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-k- bye lol&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-1577252664245591454?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/1577252664245591454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=1577252664245591454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1577252664245591454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1577252664245591454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-for-your-viewing-pleasure.html' title='just for your viewing pleasure....'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SYl_XhmvgFI/AAAAAAAAADg/Dkd_CDhadck/s72-c/sign-not-in-use.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-2724266950490139539</id><published>2009-01-13T06:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:14:24.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RING PHONES RING!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>listening to: Article One "Taken By The Storm"&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i just had to share this video....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yp1sBkKzuJM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yp1sBkKzuJM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is one ANGRY Romanian! She was upset that the phones weren't ringing during a contest... funny that's what happens when the phones are dead on WaYfm too. j/k *dies laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SWyFfb4-7gI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wvWKC8rrbHU/s1600-h/football-handegg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SWyFfb4-7gI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wvWKC8rrbHU/s320/football-handegg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290750437362691586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-k- bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stacey Ree-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-2724266950490139539?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/2724266950490139539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=2724266950490139539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2724266950490139539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2724266950490139539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2009/01/ring-phones-ring-now.html' title='RING PHONES RING!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SWyFfb4-7gI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wvWKC8rrbHU/s72-c/football-handegg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-2996616979473392233</id><published>2008-12-29T07:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:18:14.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 08....</title><content type='html'>listening to: Chris Lemke at our sister station W*BEEP* (lol inside joke) playing Brandon Heath's "Give Me Your Eyes" so loud that if we had the mics on right now our listeners could hear it.&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;So Nick and I took a trip back to IL to visit his family. This time for Christmas. And let me tell you it was one of the 3 coldest times of my entire life!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like 14 here and -2 there! For real!!!!! I had on at least 6 blankets every night... one was a thermal sleeping bag, one a down filled comforter and one being a heated blanket (which I made Nick use the last 2 nights since he insisted on sleeping on the couch instead of the air mattress his mom made up for him. And with only a throw pillow... and somehow I'M the one that got sick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coldest by far was when I was at recording school and the electricity went out... yeah... we had ELECTRIC heat and it is was January in the middle of nowhere!!! SO! COLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third... the night before last when the electricity went out at my apartment. Not as cold. but MAN it was pretty chilly!! Thanks wind storm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a cold. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got my hair cut off!!! I'm not even kidding. It's now the shortest it's EVER been. I have pictures... I just have to swipe them from Nick. So I'll post them in a day or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun y'all... and I leave you with a video courtesy of Zach the soon-to-be-not-the-intern-anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4quM5UZg1M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4quM5UZg1M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-2996616979473392233?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/2996616979473392233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=2996616979473392233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2996616979473392233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2996616979473392233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-08.html' title='Christmas 08....'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-6894973045144765745</id><published>2008-12-20T08:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:31:09.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notable videos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;l&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;istening to: "Outstretched Hands" by: Starfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok so everyday Derek and I get a picture of the day and a video of the day. I'm gonna start posting the really good ones... like these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QPCxHhUPI2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QPCxHhUPI2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;*dies laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;*tries to breathe* wait... it... gets... better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tpo6zsBbeAY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tpo6zsBbeAY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;*dies laughing again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;ok here's a really cool one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4mw_zia-Vk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4mw_zia-Vk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;and a super adorable cat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPzNl6NKAG0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPzNl6NKAG0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;enjoy y'all!!! i'll post more as we get them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;-stacey ree-&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/20835919-6894973045144765745?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/6894973045144765745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=6894973045144765745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6894973045144765745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6894973045144765745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/12/notable-videos.html' title='Notable videos....'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-4758943498240858749</id><published>2008-12-09T14:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:29:45.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CANADA, EH?</title><content type='html'>listening to: "When I Get Home, You're So Dead" by: Mayday Parade&lt;div&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm all sorts of geeked!!! See...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/ST7FSt-yx_I/AAAAAAAAACY/VSulYSTViWk/s320/passport.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277872738696087538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got my passport in the mail. I've always wanted to travel and now I can.. so my list of places to go before I die is rapidly growing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is the scary part...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first on the list now is.... wait for it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. You read that right. Canada... as in... Canada.... Who honestly is all like... Hey I REALLY wanna go to Canada? ME! I've grown up just hours from the Canadian borders and I've never been. I wanna go. So I'm gonna. I don't care if it's just me and I cross the border and turn right back around... or if someone else goes too... or if I take a car load and make a weekend out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DANG IT! I'M GOING TO CANADA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stacey -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps.... yes... you can worry and start praying for me... I may have lost my mind after all... let me know if you find it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-4758943498240858749?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/4758943498240858749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=4758943498240858749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4758943498240858749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4758943498240858749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/12/canada-eh.html' title='CANADA, EH?'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/ST7FSt-yx_I/AAAAAAAAACY/VSulYSTViWk/s72-c/passport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-5670125254080473606</id><published>2008-12-03T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:40:57.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah... yak yak yak... lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;listening to: "You Had Me" by: Joss Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm bored so y'all get a survey dealie thing my friend Sara did today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Do you like anyone?: yep&lt;br /&gt;2. Do they know it? yep&lt;br /&gt;3. Simple or complicated? my "crush" it's pretty simple i guess cause he likes me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN - T H E - L A S T - M O N T H - H A V E - Y O U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Had sex: nope. Abstinence baby!&lt;br /&gt;5. Bought something: yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gotten sick?: yep&lt;br /&gt;7. Been hugged?: yep&lt;br /&gt;8. Felt stupid?: yep&lt;br /&gt;9. Talked to an ex: nope&lt;br /&gt;10. Missed someone: yep&lt;br /&gt;11. Failed a test: nope&lt;br /&gt;13. Danced: yep&lt;br /&gt;14. Gotten your hair cut?: nope&lt;br /&gt;15. Lied: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U N I Q U E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Nervous habits?: i tap my fingers and bounce my leg a lot... oh and I do this "broken ankles" thing EVERY TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you double jointed? Nope&lt;br /&gt;18. Can you roll your tongue? yep&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you raise one eyebrow?: not very well&lt;br /&gt;20. Can you cross your eyes?: yep&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you make your bed daily?: no but i should&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you think you are unique?: very much so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H A V E Y O U E V E R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Said "I Love you": yep&lt;br /&gt;24. Given money to a homeless person: not that I can think of&lt;br /&gt;25. Smoked?: no&lt;br /&gt;26. Waited all night for a phone call?: yep&lt;br /&gt;27. Snuck out?: lol kinda&lt;br /&gt;28. Sat and looked at the stars?: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M A N N E RS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you ever spit?: ew no! that's one of my pet peeves!&lt;br /&gt;31. You cook your own food?: yeah... well except when Nick does...&lt;br /&gt;32. You do your own chores? yeah... part of living on your own&lt;br /&gt;33. You like beef jerky: yep&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you happy with your life? some times. &lt;br /&gt;36. You own a dog?: no but I want one&lt;br /&gt;37. You spend your money wisely?: mostly&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like to swim?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;39. When you get bored do you call a friend? not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D O Y O U P R E F E R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Flowers or angels?: ???????????? those two aren't even close!!!! but i guess angels...&lt;br /&gt;42. Gray or black?: Black&lt;br /&gt;43. Color or black and white photos?: both&lt;br /&gt;44. Lust or love?: love&lt;br /&gt;45. Sunrise or sunset?: both. but i see far more sunrises than sunsets&lt;br /&gt;46. M&amp;amp;Ms or Skittles?: skittles... like i'd choose the chocolate!!! yuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;48. Staying up late or waking up early?: i wake up early 5 days a week... i wanna sleep in!!!&lt;br /&gt;49. Being hot or cold?: hot!&lt;br /&gt;50. Winter or Fall?: fall&lt;br /&gt;51. Left or right?: right&lt;br /&gt;52. Having 10 acquaintances or 2 best friends?: *shrugs* i like both&lt;br /&gt;53. Sunshine or rain?: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.Slept in a bed with the opposite sex?: does a couch count? I'm sure my cousin and I have taken naps together when we were younger&lt;br /&gt;55.Hooked up in the woods? no&lt;br /&gt;56.Drank a bottle of alcohol by yourself?: yes and I will never do that again! Alcohol is bad for you!&lt;br /&gt;57.Hooked up in the shower?: no&lt;br /&gt;59.Stolen money from a friend? no&lt;br /&gt;60.Slept naked?: yes... it's called pre-birth... you don't just come out in head to toe gucci ya know!&lt;br /&gt;61.Been in a fist fight?: kinda&lt;br /&gt;62.Snuck out of your house?: kinda... wait... didn't you already ask that?&lt;br /&gt;63.Had a crush on a teacher?: yep. Mr. See!!!&lt;br /&gt;64.Seen someone die? yes&lt;br /&gt;65.Been on an airplane? yep&lt;br /&gt;66.Slept all day?: only once... i think...&lt;br /&gt;67.Missed someone so much it hurt?: yep&lt;br /&gt;68.Fallen asleep during school? nope&lt;br /&gt;69.Been lonely?: yep&lt;br /&gt;70.Cheated in a game?: nope&lt;br /&gt;71.Been to the ER?: nope... though i should've MANY times...&lt;br /&gt;74.Missed your first love?: i honestly never really knew what love was until now... but yes I have missed the guy i thought was my first love and i currently miss the guy who really IS my first love. &lt;br /&gt;75.Cried yourself to sleep?: yep&lt;br /&gt;76.Sung in the shower?: yep&lt;br /&gt;77.Kissed a complete stranger: nope&lt;br /&gt;78.Laughed so hard you cried? yep&lt;br /&gt;79.Cheated on a bf/gf: nope!&lt;br /&gt;80.Regretted hurting someone?: yep&lt;br /&gt;81.Regretted loving someone?: yep&lt;br /&gt;81.Been SUPER happy? yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Crushin', Interested, or in a Relationship? VERY taken!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How's your mood? Sedate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When you meet the right person, do you fall fast: Yes I did... but I fought it. Until he told me to just let go and trust in him and to trust in God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever had your heart broken? yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is acceptable? NO! NEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you? I HIGHLY doubt it! Luckily the only one that I know ever did I had broken up with before I found out. So that was over already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Have you talked about marriage with another person? yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) If somebody liked you right now, what do you think a cool way to let you know would be?  :D He tells me daily... actually i should say hourly. :D honestly i just love how he didn't hold back. I hate games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you enjoy playing hard to get? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Be honest, do you play the "game" when you are dating? I guess not since I don't know what "game" you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you believe in love at first sight? yes and no. I believe God puts something in your heart when you see that person. But it's what you do with it after that, that turns into love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Are you romantic? *shrugs* not that I know of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you believe that you can change someone? I don't want to change anyone. God made them the way they are for a reason. Only God and the person can change them. They're the only ones that should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) If you could get married anywhere, money not an object? *shrugs* Honestly... it depends on where we live at the time, what time of year it is, and what he has to say about it. It's not just about the bride. that's one thing about weddings that drives me nuts! there are TWO people getting married!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) How's the weather? cloudy. cold. and about to snow again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you think going back to an ex is a smart move? it depends on the person and the ex. for me? no. happy where I am thanks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you have feelings for someone right now, whether they know or not? yes. and yes he knows. at least he better! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Have you ever wished you could've had someone but you messed it up? i used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) Have you broken a heart? a few. not my happiest moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.)What would you do if you found your bf/gf with another person in bed?  I would be TOTALY devastated! Luckily I know i can trust him to not do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best&lt;br /&gt;1. Male Friend: other than the obvious (Nick), Corey&lt;br /&gt;2. Female friend: Leslie&lt;br /&gt;3. Vacation: so far? Myrtle Beach, SC&lt;br /&gt;4. Memory: seeing Nick for the first time in over a year and hearing him say my name to make sure it was me before I ever saw him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst&lt;br /&gt;1. Time of day: 4:30 am&lt;br /&gt;2. Day of the week: Tuesdays&lt;br /&gt;3. Food: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;4. Memory: finding out Matt died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you saw: Derek&lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone: Nick&lt;br /&gt;3. Run in with an ex: a few weeks ago at the place we both used to work/&lt;br /&gt;4. Person you messaged over facebook: Mike&lt;br /&gt;5. IM'd: Nick&lt;br /&gt;6. Texted: Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you doing right now: this and listening to music&lt;br /&gt;2. Wearing? pajama pants, t-shirt and hoodie&lt;br /&gt;3. Better than yesterday? i cleaned a lot... so i guess so... cause my apartment needed it!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you see the person you like? nope. i mean i saw a picture... but no. not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;1. Is: thursday&lt;br /&gt;2. Got any plans: working all day. &lt;br /&gt;3. Dislikes about tomorrow: working all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite&lt;br /&gt;1. Number: 4&lt;br /&gt;2. Song: oh man... of all time???? I guess "The Christmas Song" by: Nat King Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Missing someone: yeah&lt;br /&gt;2. Mood: *shrugs* could be better. could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wanting: to finish this so I can put clean sheets on my bed and start dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person: true&lt;br /&gt;I am an only child: false&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my PJ's: true&lt;br /&gt;I am currently suffering from a broken heart: false&lt;br /&gt;I can be paranoid at times: true&lt;br /&gt;I currently regret something that I have done: false&lt;br /&gt;I curse frequently: false&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy country music: true&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy hip hop: false&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy techno/trance: false&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone: *shrugs* false?&lt;br /&gt;I have a hidden talent: true&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal: true&lt;br /&gt;I have all my grandparents: false&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one brother and/or sister: true&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor: true&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper: true&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a lot over the past year: true&lt;br /&gt;I have done something illegal: false&lt;br /&gt;I have had major/minor surgery: false&lt;br /&gt;I have had my hair cut within the last 2 months: true&lt;br /&gt;I have had the cops called on me: false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Single or Taken: TAKEN!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;-Eye color: hazel-brown&lt;br /&gt;-Height: 5'3"&lt;br /&gt;-Righty or lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;-Can you make a dollar in change right now? i use debt &lt;br /&gt;-Musical talents: I'm told I'm a good singer... wether it's true or not is a different story...&lt;br /&gt;-Can be a good bf/gf: I try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;Kind of jeans: not many fit right so I guess my Aeropostale ones&lt;br /&gt;Weather: spring... right on the edge of summer... when it could storm but it's a warm storm. :D&lt;br /&gt;Animal: monkey&lt;br /&gt;Drink: water&lt;br /&gt;Month: april&lt;br /&gt;Juice: apple&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you married the last person you kissed what would your last name be? :D I hope one day I get to marry him... West. :D&lt;br /&gt;2) What did you do this afternoon? cleaned my apartment and did laundry&lt;br /&gt;4) Whats the last thing to make you laugh? Zach this morning talking about 5 onion rings in stead of 5 golden rings in the 12 Days of Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;5) Can you take a bra off with one hand? don't think I've ever tried&lt;br /&gt;6) Can you use chopsticks? yes... just not sure it's the right way.&lt;br /&gt;7) How old were you when you lost your first tooth? 6 I think&lt;br /&gt;8) Were you a hyper or mellow kid?  STILL hyper&lt;br /&gt;9) Why did you throw up last? i don't remember&lt;br /&gt;10) Last time you were drunk? I don't drink&lt;br /&gt;11) What's for dinner? I'm thinking Chicken Carbarnara&lt;br /&gt;12) Ever been to the Statue of Liberty? nope&lt;br /&gt;13) Voting for Hillary? no&lt;br /&gt;14) How many e-mail addresses do you have? like 6 but i only use 3.. two for work&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you HAVE to have brand name stuff? some&lt;br /&gt;16) Last time you washed your hair? yesterday. will again in about an hour&lt;br /&gt;17) Is the last person you kissed attractive? OF COURSE!!! He's the best looking guy EVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you like Oreos? yuck! No!&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you send out thank-you cards? no but I should&lt;br /&gt;20) Can you ice skate? never tried&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you have a brother? no&lt;br /&gt;22) Do you know how to change a diaper? yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23) do you flip people off while driving? no&lt;br /&gt;24) What color is your car? red&lt;br /&gt;25) What are you listening to? copeland&lt;br /&gt;27) Who's your favorite American Idol judge? i don't watch tv&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you like to grocery shop? not really&lt;br /&gt;29) What kind of mood are you in? hurt right now... mom just called about some lady that stole a vehicle full of toys from the Salvation Army Angel Tree. Those poor kids. :( I used to be one of them and so I know how likely it is that if they don't get those gifts they might not get anything. :(&lt;br /&gt;30) Last time you cleaned? just before i started this...&lt;br /&gt;31) What is the last song you listened to? "Love Story" by: Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;32) What pills do you take daily, and what do they do? i don't take any. But I'm supposed to take vitamins. &lt;br /&gt;33) Do you like anyone? UGH! HOW MANY TIME ARE YOU GONNA ASK???? YES I DO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;34) Do you do your own laundry? -- yes&lt;br /&gt;35) How many people have you kissed in 2008 &amp;amp; who we're they? -- two, jimm and tyler.&lt;br /&gt;36) Are you single/taken? ANOTHER ONE TO PLEASE STOP ASKING! I'M TAKEN!!!! I THINK WE COVERED THAT 50 TIMES NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;37) Baths or showers? showers&lt;br /&gt;38) Do you take out the trash? sometimes&lt;br /&gt;39) What are you doing this weekend? have a family get together&lt;br /&gt;40) Are you getting engaged anytime soon? um... that's up to him... it's whenever he wants to ask. I'm not putting a time limit on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;41) Paper or Plastic? plastic&lt;br /&gt;42) Do you watch "The Hills"? don't watch tv&lt;br /&gt;43) Last CD you played? some single i had to listen to for work&lt;br /&gt;44) What did you do last Saturday night? read&lt;br /&gt;45) What are you thinking about right now? wanting to go watch the news to see if there's any news about this lady that stole those presents&lt;br /&gt;46) Which one of your friends is going to have the cutest baby? oh man... I don't know it's hard to compete with my nieces. Not to mention Ayden is pretty darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;47) What was the last thing you drank? water&lt;br /&gt;48) Wearing any bracelets? yes&lt;br /&gt;49) Last thing someone bought for you? heating blanket and a winter jacket&lt;br /&gt;50) What are you going to do now? go watch the news while I make dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;And that's FINALLY over... sorry I did that... I don't think I'll ever do that again! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;- Stacey Ree -&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/20835919-5670125254080473606?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/5670125254080473606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=5670125254080473606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5670125254080473606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5670125254080473606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/12/blah-blah-blah-yak-yak-yak-lol.html' title='blah blah blah... yak yak yak... lol'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-7443819811717778357</id><published>2008-12-02T07:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:50:57.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddy Waters...</title><content type='html'>listening to: honestly... right now... nothing... ok well people talking... does that count?&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I had kind of a "bad dream" seems like one of many lately. I just got some bad news yesterday and so I think that had a lot to do with it. I was getting down and pretty worried about things. But I think it showed me that I was "muddying up the waters" so I couldn't hear God's voice. I couldn't hear him speak to me when I was trying to listen so hard. Or at least I thought I was trying. I think that maybe I was afraid of what He was trying to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took one of his many "God Bricks" to finally open my eyes. We talked about whispers from God on Sunday during church. But I just wasn't getting it. He had to go another route... yet again to finally get through to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to use one of my oldest friends, Kevin. In this "dream" Kevin was arrested for attempted murder. And that's not anything Kevin would EVER be capable of. TRUST ME! I think I pushed him a few times over the 20 odd years we've known each other. And he never broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I woke up and God threw His God brick at my head, screaming &lt;b&gt;"ARE YOU LISTENING NOW?????"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Lord. I think I am. Or at least this time I'm &lt;i&gt;honestly&lt;/i&gt; trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try to "clean up the muck" in the waters of my mind. But I know I can't do it alone. I need someone to hold me to it. To make sure I don't falter and stumble along the way. I need prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-7443819811717778357?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/7443819811717778357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=7443819811717778357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7443819811717778357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7443819811717778357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/12/muddy-waters.html' title='Muddy Waters...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-5131734041089315483</id><published>2008-11-28T18:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:29:07.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving?</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Oh Star" by: Paramore&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the holidays. Everyone's wishing everyone a "Happy Holidays." So far Thanksgiving is past. It was actually a great one. I got to spend it with family. My friend Katie came up from school in Illinois with her boyfriend, Justin. And best of all (no offense to the rest of you) Nick flew in from Nashville while he had a few days off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had to fly back tonight for a few shows. I have to say (thankfully) it wasn't nearly as hard to say goodbye this time. I know when I get to see him again. Plus he has this thing about "spoiling" me. lol So now I own a pair of chucks... and because he worries so much about me being cold... I also now own a brand new jacket and a heating blanket. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doesn't need to buy me things and he knows it. I'm not used to a guy buying me things and treating me like he does. But I can get used to it. :) Honestly when I think about it he buys me is usually pretty practical. Things I can use. Like when he insists on buying groceries or a fan. :) ok so he didn't buy the fan... it was his. But you get the idea. lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't pretend that I'm not 100% comfortable with him doing it. I wasn't raised to be like that. I'm not used to guys taking care of women. My mom taught me to be independent and that women can do things on their own. They can survive without a man telling them what to do. But in all honesty... It's not so hard to allow Nick to do what he wants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor guy puts up with enough of my whining when he does. lol So I try and let him do what he wants from time to time. He seems to be ok with that deal. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. That's what's going on in Staceyland... hope all is well and you're enjoying the holiday season wherever you are tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't be a stranger. ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stacey Ree -&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/20835919-5131734041089315483?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/5131734041089315483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=5131734041089315483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5131734041089315483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5131734041089315483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving?'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-4147172125548332391</id><published>2008-11-23T00:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:07:50.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and then there was one...</title><content type='html'>listening to: silence (but "Crippling Machine" from: A Roterdam November is stuck in my head...&lt;div&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep has never come very easily from me. I get that honestly. my mom's always had problems sleeping too. But for a while it wasn't as much of a problem. But now that Nick is gone... sleep has gotten MUCH worse again. I worry if he's ok. We hardly talk because our schedules are polar opposites and we're always so busy.  But for some reason tonight is the worst it's been in months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought for a second maybe it was because this was around the time Matt died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was a few weeks ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't put my finger on it. All I know is that my mind won't stop racing and I can't get comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something's coming. Something big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excitement or anxiousness of worry I can't tell. but whatever it is... my senses are going haywire. I wake up at night expecting to see someone in my apartment... nope... just myself and laura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I constantly feel watched... but not always creepily. I just can't focus in any way. And what's worse... I don't have anyone to really talk to. Everyone's sleeping right now. And this is the time when it's the worst. in the dead of night while the whole world and everyone I love is asleep and unaware that I'm in need of help... but it's not really help that anyone can give me... at least I don't think....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok i'm rambling again... sorry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-4147172125548332391?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/4147172125548332391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=4147172125548332391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4147172125548332391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4147172125548332391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-then-there-was-one.html' title='and then there was one...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-8969045818373460168</id><published>2008-11-09T16:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:05:13.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering November 1994...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Who You'd Be Today" by: Kenny Chesney &amp;amp; "When We Die" by: Bowling For Soup&lt;div&gt;************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the anniversary of Matt's death approaches I remember him as he was and wish so many of my family and friends could have met him. Most of all I wish he and Nick would have met. Nick would've liked him. Matt would've been at ease "leaving me" in Nick's care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at my relationship with Nick and I see a lot of Matt in him and how we interact. The jokes we make toward each other. The things he worries about. I haven't told him yet... but he reads this so surprise baby! I just didn't know how to bring it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday he (Nick) becomes more and more of my best friend... the one Matt had always been. And for the first time in my life I'm more at ease with him being gone. For the first time in 14 years I'm not grieving over Matt's death. But rejoicing in the friendship we shared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how blessed I am. I've gotten to experience 2 of the greatest best friends I'll ever have in my life time... one of them... my guarding angel... and the other... the man God has hand picked for me to spend the rest of my life with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only wish the rest of the world could be as happy as I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stacey-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH!!! I forgot... Nick's gotten me into attending church online at &lt;a href="http://lifechurch.tv"&gt;lifechurch.tv&lt;/a&gt; and in the series "Kaleo" week 1 Pastor Craig told us a story about a woman he saw who may have needed help and how he didn't stop to see and how that memory haunted him... he said one thing that really hit stuck with me. He said... "To care and not act is to not care at all." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chew on that for awhile and I pray it opens your eyes to how true that is for each and everyone of us when we choose to not do something simply because we don't want to... To be a good Christian... to be a good neighbor... to be a good citizen... to be a good person... is to help those in need even when you don't want to and it's an "inconvenience". That may be an angel in disguise and it's what God wants... not what we want no matter what way you look at it. So stop making excuses and ACT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-8969045818373460168?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/8969045818373460168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=8969045818373460168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8969045818373460168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8969045818373460168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/11/remembering-november-1994.html' title='Remembering November 1994...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-8137151954557740334</id><published>2008-09-24T09:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:57:18.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh what a world....</title><content type='html'>listening to: singles with Mike...&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh where do i start? ok well first off sorry about the mix up... I posted a blog about Nick &amp;amp; I and said I talked about him in April of '05 sorry it way in April of '06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a lot has been going on 'round here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday i met one of my favorite authors of all time, Beverly Lewis. She's amazing and everyone should read her books! You won't regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Natalie &amp;amp; I went to the wedding of my friend, Shannon. It was BEAUTIFUL! And I hadn't seen in her in a few years so it was great to catch up for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER... as we waited... Nat and I got a little bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went tanning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDU8UQO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/jnP_Ee1hqx0/s1600-h/0920081323b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDU8UQO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/jnP_Ee1hqx0/s320/0920081323b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249582342721256386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we thought i'd be fun to take random pics of ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDWEH6laI/AAAAAAAAABY/sQf60hpQLPs/s1600-h/0920081337a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDWEH6laI/AAAAAAAAABY/sQf60hpQLPs/s320/0920081337a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249582361996858786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDVaSRT1I/AAAAAAAAABI/WYgh_P7xk0Y/s1600-h/0920081330a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDVaSRT1I/AAAAAAAAABI/WYgh_P7xk0Y/s320/0920081330a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249582350766002002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDVOF3YzI/AAAAAAAAABA/yNS7k41fPzQ/s1600-h/0920081328a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDVOF3YzI/AAAAAAAAABA/yNS7k41fPzQ/s320/0920081328a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249582347492746034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got kind a lazy while "tanning" so we spent the flipping through the radio stations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDVyStaPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mKTI5nQfqwY/s1600-h/0920081330b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDVyStaPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mKTI5nQfqwY/s320/0920081330b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249582357210294514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then took more of those random pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDhDghe4I/AAAAAAAAABw/DLH1kth6moQ/s1600-h/0920081340a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDhDghe4I/AAAAAAAAABw/DLH1kth6moQ/s320/0920081340a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249582550810196866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDhDUDyAI/AAAAAAAAABo/zcXGAoTOGFM/s1600-h/0920081340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDhDUDyAI/AAAAAAAAABo/zcXGAoTOGFM/s320/0920081340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249582550757918722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some random weird guy kept buying me drinks... NON-alcoholic of course!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDhJwl5AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1LBR-vFRsc0/s1600-h/0920081857a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDhJwl5AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1LBR-vFRsc0/s320/0920081857a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249582552488207362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDg-JcliI/AAAAAAAAABg/00eJAfhZro8/s1600-h/0920081339a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDg-JcliI/AAAAAAAAABg/00eJAfhZro8/s320/0920081339a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249582549371229730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it was a TON of fun... well except that guy.... but yeah... it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any questions? don't ask... cause I got nothing! lol&lt;br /&gt;-Stacey Ree-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-8137151954557740334?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/8137151954557740334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=8137151954557740334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8137151954557740334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8137151954557740334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-what-world.html' title='oh what a world....'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SNpDU8UQO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/jnP_Ee1hqx0/s72-c/0920081323b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-3233887073012412595</id><published>2008-09-06T13:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:27:26.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And then God spoke to me...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Fall" by: Clay Walker&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something extraordinary happened today! I went to see Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know no big deal here right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went alone! This is a big deal! I never thought I'd be able to go alone. Nick has given me such strength and courage that I knew I could do it. As I drove nearer to the cemetery. I just felt like I had to stop. It doesn't matter to me if that's only his body laying there. It makes me feel closer to him. I know Matt's always around. But I feel like I can talk freely with him and I can feel that he hears me and cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's happy. He's safe. He's over the moon that God brought Nick and I together. They would've liked each other. In fact... 3 years ago Matt would've probably been right there when Nick &amp;amp; I met and would've seen that we liked each other and then done everything he could've to get us together. That's just who he was. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him. But he's happy that God picked Nick out for me. Cause Matt knows I will be taken care of. I won't be allowed to get too much out of hand cause Nick will keep me in check. *dies laughing* and he knows I'll be loved the way I'm supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so at peace right now. Nothing can bring me down. :D&lt;br /&gt;-Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-3233887073012412595?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/3233887073012412595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=3233887073012412595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3233887073012412595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3233887073012412595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-then-god-spoke-to-me.html' title='And then God spoke to me...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-2130463455806050173</id><published>2008-08-26T05:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T05:55:19.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S REALLY HAPPENED!!!!</title><content type='html'>Watching: "Feeling So Fly" by: Tobymac&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm about to say this FOR REAL... but... I've fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a "New" boyfriend. He's technically been around for 3 years (posted a blog about him back in April of 2005) but we've just recently gotten together and I've never been happier!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SLPRuuTnkmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4_4j-hda398/s1600-h/blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SLPRuuTnkmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4_4j-hda398/s320/blogger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238761392196522594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His name is Nick... he's A LOT taller than I am... I'm 5'3"... he's 6'5". So it's funny to see the two of us together! lol but yeah! He's a christian... He's adorable... HE COOKS!! He's just plain amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to guys telling me I'm beautiful and worth this or that... but he does and I love it. I know this is something I can really get used to!!! We talk everyday and whenever I see his name on my caller ID I giggle. It's kinda annoying I must say. lol HE'S NOT ANNOYING!! I AM!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for everyone to meet him!!! A lot of my friends who haven't even met him (ie: Hannah, Angie, Sara etc...) have all told me I "glow" when I talk about him (which is ALL the time). What can I say. I REALLY like him! I've had a crush on him since I met him 3 years ago... but it wasn't time. God wanted us to be together now. And so we are and it's the greatest thing EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gotta go now before I make myself throw up over how "cute" we are! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-2130463455806050173?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/2130463455806050173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=2130463455806050173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2130463455806050173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2130463455806050173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-really-happened.html' title='IT&apos;S REALLY HAPPENED!!!!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/SLPRuuTnkmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4_4j-hda398/s72-c/blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-4569140375714834837</id><published>2008-07-14T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:14:04.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>best friends day...</title><content type='html'>listening to: The Myriad "A Thousand Winters Melting"&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1I9iA93W8zo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1I9iA93W8zo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-4569140375714834837?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/4569140375714834837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=4569140375714834837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4569140375714834837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4569140375714834837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-friends-day_14.html' title='best friends day...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-88062486205295910</id><published>2008-07-10T16:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:00:46.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WaYfm Sticker Stop Blog...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Is It Considered Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork" by: Chiodos&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6YRXqn-xaYE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6YRXqn-xaYE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-88062486205295910?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/88062486205295910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=88062486205295910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/88062486205295910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/88062486205295910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/07/wayfm-sticker-stop-blog.html' title='WaYfm Sticker Stop Blog...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-8523389300872124856</id><published>2008-07-06T15:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:41:35.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in time of sorrow...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Sad To See" by: Philos&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a situation when things are looking up for you and you're on top of the world. But then at the same time someone very close to you is falling apart and there's nothing you can do to help them. You give them advice. You're there when they cry. You take them out to distract their thoughts. But at the end of the day they crawl back into a whole and cry and all you can do is watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this friend. You know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do more. If I had super powers I would "slay the dragon" that hurt you... I would send you home... even for a short while... I would make it all go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I can do is to be there for you. Answer the phone when you call. Crack a joke (of course a really bad one lol) w&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hen you need to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. And I would do everything in my mortal power to make you feel better through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember my favorite verse... Luke 1:37... "For nothing is impossible with God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep him in your heart. And you'll pull through this. God will take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.... I FOUND MY CHEESE!!!! It's yummy... I'm gonna go eat some now... -k- bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-8523389300872124856?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/8523389300872124856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=8523389300872124856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8523389300872124856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8523389300872124856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-time-of-sorrow.html' title='in time of sorrow...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-1570981484653979381</id><published>2008-07-04T20:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:11:24.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!!</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Brand New Day" by: Fireflight&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwP1ZiAk86M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwP1ZiAk86M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-1570981484653979381?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/1570981484653979381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=1570981484653979381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1570981484653979381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1570981484653979381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-3754962331847387203</id><published>2008-07-01T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T06:54:43.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Transparent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;listening to: commercials on some random AC radio station the girls are listening to... they should have on WaYfm! We're commercial FREE!! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dissapointed in myself. When things are coming at me and it seems all I can do is call on God. I do. But when things go my way, I forget to thanks God for the blessings He has given me. I should be thanking Him everyday. I can walk. I can talk. I have an amazing family and group of friends. I am surrounded by people who love me. I have a great job that I love. A roommate I get along with. I'm sorry, Lord. I'm sorry for not giving You the praise You deserve. I don't know why I always do this. Even as I sit here and write this with my little pen and pad of paper, I find myself coloring in the words at the bottom of the page. I know I'm in no way the model Christian. But I want to be. I need Your help, Lord. For the first time in a long time the winds are in my favor and I am doing nothing but longing to praise You for it all. Thank you, Lord... for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&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/20835919-3754962331847387203?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/3754962331847387203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=3754962331847387203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3754962331847387203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3754962331847387203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/07/transparent.html' title='Transparent'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-8696300334538885421</id><published>2008-06-23T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:49:20.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>video blog #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/my1p59Tmoec"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/my1p59Tmoec" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-8696300334538885421?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/8696300334538885421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=8696300334538885421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8696300334538885421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8696300334538885421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/06/video-blog-3.html' title='video blog #3'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-4950954351938683377</id><published>2008-06-22T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:50:34.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>natalie dances</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7kw5x9lEPw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7kw5x9lEPw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-4950954351938683377?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/4950954351938683377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=4950954351938683377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4950954351938683377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4950954351938683377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/06/natalie-dances.html' title='natalie dances'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-5036804680156286748</id><published>2008-06-20T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:51:14.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>video blog #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHHJpfVwS9k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHHJpfVwS9k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-5036804680156286748?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/5036804680156286748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=5036804680156286748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5036804680156286748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5036804680156286748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/06/video-blog-2.html' title='video blog #2'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-5395442249528795052</id><published>2008-06-17T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:52:01.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>video blog #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPkdv7dL1o8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPkdv7dL1o8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-5395442249528795052?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/5395442249528795052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=5395442249528795052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5395442249528795052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5395442249528795052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/06/video-blog-1.html' title='video blog #1'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-8251563860450978654</id><published>2008-06-01T19:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:27:45.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheese Hunt</title><content type='html'>watching: The Perfect Man&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;3 towns. 1 day. 10.8 million stores. NO CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible. NO one had it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even knocked on my car and started calling at a bunch of Amish people (that couldn't hear me obviously) that passed me on my hunt to see if they knew where I could find it. I was yelling things like "WHERE IS YOUR CHEESE?" and "DO YOU KNOW WHO HAS IT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was roaring. I have to admit it was quite a site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after searching most of the day. alas... no Amish Cheese with Bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS STINKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY bumming...&lt;br /&gt;-Stacey-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-8251563860450978654?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/8251563860450978654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=8251563860450978654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8251563860450978654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8251563860450978654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/06/cheese-hunt.html' title='The Cheese Hunt'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-1212417411193872866</id><published>2008-04-19T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:30:25.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a  day</title><content type='html'>listening to: something by the Foo Fighters... something about "another round..." or something...&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;Hypothetically speaking... what do you do when one of the days that is supposed to be the absolute best turns out to be one of the absolute worst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you get your hopes up too high for that day? You expect everything to be perfect and then because you hoped for so much everything goes totally haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it. Makes no sense what so ever.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-1212417411193872866?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/1212417411193872866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=1212417411193872866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1212417411193872866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1212417411193872866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-what-day.html' title='Oh what a  day'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-4021413093135368384</id><published>2008-03-03T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:39:25.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting In The Lord and His Plan</title><content type='html'>Listening to: "If I Am" by: Nine Days&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;Ok God! I hear You! I understand that I need to have patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! The words to this song really are a "God brick" as Nat calls it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean look at the words... right off the bat God threw one of his "God bricks" to the back of my head to get my attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you're standing on a ledge&lt;br /&gt;it looks like you might fall&lt;br /&gt;so far down&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you&lt;br /&gt;were thinking about jumpin'&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;u&gt;you could have it all&lt;br /&gt;if you learned a little patience&lt;/u&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;"... so give me a little credit&lt;br /&gt;have in me a little faith&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;but tomorrow's not too late..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;THWAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Didn't see that one coming. That's gonna leave a mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not about to literally go "jump" of a cliff. But I was running hear first to dive off the edge and plunge in the metaphorical waters below. I want it all so badly that I couldn't see that I was taking someone else over the edge with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hurt, depressed or even sad for that matter. This happens to be one of my "happy" songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord of Heaven and Earth for reminding me that it takes patience and it's all worth waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pushes repeat for the 4th time... so far... and starts singing &amp;amp; dancing around her bedroom*&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-4021413093135368384?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/4021413093135368384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=4021413093135368384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4021413093135368384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4021413093135368384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/03/trusting-in-lord-and-his-plan.html' title='Trusting In The Lord and His Plan'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-7170515323539588896</id><published>2008-03-01T12:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:34:21.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I called your name today... but you never called back...</title><content type='html'>listening to: silence&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever I am proud to say that AJ is totally behind me! I woke up today and suddenly it hit me. I'm totally over him. I don't think about him nearly as much as I used to. I'm no longer angry. I'm no longer sad. I'm just past that part of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the strangest part of it... Brittany posted pictures from her birthday party and as I looked at them I couldn't figure out exactly what I liked about him. Then I started thinking about how 1 year ago I was crying over him. PSHT! FORGET THAT! I was crying over him last week! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not anymore. AJ is now tucked away in a memory. I like our friendship. But I'm glad to say that's all it will ever be from this moment on. I have completely let him go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to admit... I'm proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-7170515323539588896?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/7170515323539588896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=7170515323539588896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7170515323539588896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7170515323539588896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-called-your-name-today-but-you-never.html' title='I called your name today... but you never called back...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-2730401236683870043</id><published>2008-02-27T13:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T13:54:18.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Times...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Whenever You Remember" by: Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had those times when you just really miss home? It doesn't matter if you're at school, on the road, or at a friends house. Missing home stinks! I just got a message from a friend saying he moved to Tennessee. I saw a video earlier , "Moments" by: Emerson Drive &amp; Now I'm watching a show about Carrie Underwood and both have Nashville in them. Moments only had "The Bridge" in it but in this show I've seen the skyline, LP Field, &amp; one place that is close to my heart, The Sound Kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back for a wedding in June. But I don't want to wait that long. I'd gladly give up all birthday plans I could have just to spend one day there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. I miss the city. lol I even miss the dumb construction on Briley Parkway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy where I am. God wants me here. I have a great job. Amazing friends. My family is here. I don't have anything to complain about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need one day to sastify my homesickness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Nashville!&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-2730401236683870043?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/2730401236683870043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=2730401236683870043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2730401236683870043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2730401236683870043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-times.html' title='The Good Times...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-6706119732876935764</id><published>2008-02-13T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:29:08.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a great day to be alive I know the sun's still shining when I close my eyes...</title><content type='html'>listening to: Travis Tritt "Great Day To Be Alive" &amp; Breaking Benjamin "Breathe"&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day. The sun in shinning It's Anisa &amp; Josh's anniversary. Valentine's Day is tomorrow. I have an amazing boyfriend. I have the greatest job in the world. Good health. And a God who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to complain about and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good... all the time... and all the time... God is good.  *looks at Nat &amp; giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s lol it's so beautiful that I couldn't waste the sun so I'm "sun-bathing" in my car since it's 25 degrees outside. *dies laughing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-6706119732876935764?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/6706119732876935764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=6706119732876935764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6706119732876935764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6706119732876935764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-great-day-to-be-alive-i-know-suns.html' title='It&apos;s a great day to be alive I know the sun&apos;s still shining when I close my eyes...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-7367553768472707613</id><published>2008-02-06T05:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T05:21:29.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>she said I'm sorry I had a bad day again...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "By Now" by: Copper&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;talk about a bad morning! So far I woke up at 3 and then somehow fell back to sleep in that time cause I woke up again at 3:45 and had to rush my shower and only half do my hair. I had to rush to work which wasn't a good thing since the roads were bad and I live an hour away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bloody nose. That never happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got hit like 4 times on the way here by the only other 4 cars on the road when I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no make up on cause I didn't have time and I look like I got dressed in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I started to fall asleep on the way to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breath Stace. *takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's only 5:20. I hope this day turns around fast. I go on the air in 40. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me y'all.&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-7367553768472707613?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/7367553768472707613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=7367553768472707613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7367553768472707613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7367553768472707613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='she said I&apos;m sorry I had a bad day again...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-955101423168839942</id><published>2008-01-23T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:13:25.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was dreaming when I wrote this...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "1999" by: Prince&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;"Some of the best things in life are worth waiting for." good quote but doesn't come close to "Sometimes what you're looking for comes to you when you least expect it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. It happened. After 4 dates Drew and I have "started dating" if that makes any sense. He's amazing. He treats me like "I'm supposed to be treated" and he makes me smile. He's a Christian. Now I'm just scared I'm gonna do something to make him run the other way. :*( That would stink really badly!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I know might get in me into trouble is that we're both stubborn. Like REALLY stubborn. But we're working on it. He's learning to allow me to do something on my own and I'm learning to allow him to do things for me. It's hard going from being independent and "the one in charge" in a relationship to being sumbissive. But he's worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know. We haven't been together very long at all but I can tell already that he's special. If he married someone else however long down the road I know she'd be extremely lucky and I'd be ok with that. Cause God would want him there. Now if that is me... and I'm not at all like "oh man I'm going to marry this man" or anything then I know that's where God wants us and I hope that I would be as happy as I am right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could let go of this stubborness... it's a long shot isn't it? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-955101423168839942?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/955101423168839942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=955101423168839942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/955101423168839942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/955101423168839942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-dreaming-when-i-wrote-this.html' title='I was dreaming when I wrote this...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-7503891667906126383</id><published>2008-01-07T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T05:26:02.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the thoughts of Stacey...</title><content type='html'>listening to: Thunder outside my bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;You know in the movies and cartoons how you get a horse to move by dangling a carrot from a stick in front of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want is right there. But it's just out of me reach. So I walk in circles in hopes that maybe just maybe I will catch up to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the piles of vegetables I trail by. I want that carrot. Anything else wouldn't taste nearly as good. And I refuse to settle for vegetables that aren't the... well.. "apple" (that IS how the saying goes) of my eye. That carrot &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;WILL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; be mine one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striving for the carrot&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-7503891667906126383?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/7503891667906126383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=7503891667906126383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7503891667906126383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7503891667906126383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-thoughts-of-stacey.html' title='Oh the thoughts of Stacey...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-6764237484358755480</id><published>2008-01-02T12:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:38:03.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New WaYfm Morning Show - Day 1</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Far Away" by: Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 is done. Like every first there were some trip ups. But Mike &amp; I survived. We did ok from the feedback we've gotten so far. I'm just tired is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I shouldn't have stayed up so late. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I finally watched 3 movies I've been wanting to watch for a while now. The Nanny Diaries, 300, &amp; The Invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nanny Dairies:&lt;br /&gt;It was cute. I may own it one day. Still not sure. It wasn't as funny as I thought it was going to be. So that was a bit of a let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;300:&lt;br /&gt;Horrible. I didn't like anything about it. VERY disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Invisible:&lt;br /&gt;Great movie! FAR better than I expected! The end was a bit cheesy. But it happens. I &lt;i&gt;WILL&lt;/i&gt; own it one day! I would have to say it would be one of my favorite movies! And there are &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; many of those around... COREY! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"live long and prosper"... that's Star Wars right?.....&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-6764237484358755480?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/6764237484358755480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=6764237484358755480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6764237484358755480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6764237484358755480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-wayfm-morning-show-day-1.html' title='The New WaYfm Morning Show - Day 1'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-6420718693360161743</id><published>2007-12-09T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:31:51.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: my own thoughts and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession. I'm terrified. As one of the largest, most important day in my life so far aproaches I grow more and more afraid. Anyone that knows me knows my mind works crazy overtime. But for some reason tonight it's on super overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried of how people look at me. How they &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; look at me. What if I let everyone who has supported up in this adventure down? What if I fail? &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;What if I let God down?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Will my neices still be proud of me? Will I ever be whole heartidly happy? Will Matt's spirit be there? If not... can I do this without him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great now I'm crying! See what thinking does to people? Right now I wish I were a total "airhead" and not have a thought at all. lol OOO WAIT! I take that back! Cause if I had no thoughts at all the I would probably have no concience and probably be with a boyfriend who didn't love me, drunk and pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm glad God loves me and gave me a brain! *dies laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO VOLS!&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-6420718693360161743?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/6420718693360161743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=6420718693360161743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6420718693360161743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6420718693360161743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/12/listening-to-my-own-thoughts-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-344427284238452541</id><published>2007-11-28T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T11:13:07.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO!!</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Oh Come All Ye Faithful" (the music bed loop I created for work) by: Starfield&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;I'm better now!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see last blog... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-344427284238452541?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/344427284238452541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=344427284238452541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/344427284238452541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/344427284238452541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/11/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO!!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-7312271571639006369</id><published>2007-11-27T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T11:12:49.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Melody Softly Soaring Through My Atmosphere....</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Don't You Fake It" (The full cd) by: The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the deal is today but for some reason I am missing Tennessee more than I have since I left. I hate being homesick. I have things to do here. But I really miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my grilled Chicken Sough Dough  Jack  with the larger thank I am drink from Jack in the box. I miss Chick-Fil-A. I miss inside jokes with Stephanie. Numerous trips to Taco Bell, Starbucks and Walmart. Sure all those are in Michigan. But it isn't the same. I miss going to the studio, The Global Cafe, Stephanie's basement Church with the Panera Bagels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANERA!!! Oh man I miss Steph's obsession with the bread! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss April being my stand in mom and always at the ready to take down Dylan for making me cry... AGAIN! As crazy as it may be... I miss crying cause Dylan was being a jerk and not standing up to John. Dylan didn't always make me cry... but I had my fair share of tears. I miss going over to his house cause I could. And knowing he would just sit and be with me when I had dried and come as close to rock bottom as I had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss exchanging shy smiles and hellos with Shawn before I even knew his names. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Hot Thomas! Hot Gregory! OH MY SWEET COOKIES I MISS DROOLING OVER THEM FROM AFAR! *dies laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall food court. "Let's go to the food court. Hey we could eat at the food court."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making April feel hot. Shopping with Stephanie. April's love of sour patch kids! lol Body Central! Man I miss my store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the city. The Atmosphere. The food. The smells. My friends. I even miss losing sleep cause of random calls from family and friends back in Michigan forgetting that I was an hour behind, calling to tell me that it was snowing in Michigan even thought it was 3 am in Tennessee. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in desperate need of a trip home. Even if only for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-7312271571639006369?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/7312271571639006369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=7312271571639006369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7312271571639006369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7312271571639006369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/11/melody-softly-soaring-through-my.html' title='A Melody Softly Soaring Through My Atmosphere....'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-6522257985906306982</id><published>2007-11-26T15:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:07:10.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah yak yak yak</title><content type='html'>listening to: I don't have any clue. Some song 100.5 The River that I've never heard before. (They should be listening to WaYfm! tee hee)&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;Ok so yeah... 1 hour and counting... Then I get to go home to an empty house and eat alone. YIPPIE! I can't wait! I'm obviously totally kidding. Oh well. Such is life right? I mean I could be married right now and chasing my kids around an apartment in Michigan. Or engaged in Tennessee. But I chose a different life. I chose singledom. And I'm happy. See ---&gt; :D lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm in an "Odd-even-for-Stacey" mood right now. Well... Yeah I got nothing else to say so i best be getting back to... nothing... that I was doing before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT! EUREKA! THERE WAS SOMETHING ELSE! Ok can someone tell me why The Chronicles of Narnia movies are being made out of order? It's not like technology is going to advance as much as it did with the Star Wars movies supposidly did... Well ok... Maybe it will... But yeah. CON-FUS-ING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts!&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-6522257985906306982?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/6522257985906306982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=6522257985906306982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6522257985906306982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6522257985906306982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/11/blah-blah-blah-yak-yak-yak.html' title='blah blah blah yak yak yak'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-7878473325329615648</id><published>2007-11-23T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:16:38.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness that is Stacey</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Near To You" by: A Fine Frenzy&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I'm back in Michigan.. it snows... sadly. I had to get the frost off of my car today... guess how since my scrapper is gone... A CD CASE! *dies laughing* just thought you'd want to know. I found it quite amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I get a lot of my friends asking if I have heard about a band or what I like a the moment... so if you want to know what I happen to be listening to... HEAR ya go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/config/config_blue_shuffle.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.net/loadplaylist.php?playlist=20091302" menu="false" quality="high" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/images/create_blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.net/standalone/20091302" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/images/launch_blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicplaylist.net/download/20091302"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/images/get_blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later alligator... *drifts into a memory*&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-7878473325329615648?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/7878473325329615648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=7878473325329615648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7878473325329615648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7878473325329615648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/11/randomness-that-is-stacey.html' title='Randomness that is Stacey'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-8710653124359069966</id><published>2007-11-20T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:35:25.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Emo"</title><content type='html'>"Lose It" by: Cartel&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;"Drama doesn't follow me it rides on my back I may be ugly but they sure love to stare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how true those lyrics were until just now. As the only "Emo" person in the room all eyes immediately go to me. Thick, Black eyeliner and dark hair covering my left eye. I am an outsider. But honestly I could care less. I like how I look. For the first time in my life I am truly comfortable with who I am. And it shows. I get a lot of compliments on it. So stare if you must. I am no different than you. I just dress differently. You only give people like me all the more reason to dress and act the way we do. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-8710653124359069966?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/8710653124359069966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=8710653124359069966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8710653124359069966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8710653124359069966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/11/emo.html' title='&quot;Emo&quot;'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-1975571194284133016</id><published>2007-11-04T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:55:10.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi-town</title><content type='html'>Listening to: "This Christmas" by: TobyMac&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Well well well. I'm home. Chicago was amazing. I spent most of the time while in the city in awe. I really didn't say much as crazy as that is while in the city. We didn't get to see all we wanted to but we're planning on going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't really see a whole lot really in 2 days. But what we did see was great for a first time visit. I got a lot of great pictures. I'll try and post them soon. But as for right now... My legs hurt and I'm ready to crash. It was a lot to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one of the best parts of this weekend... Vols won 59 to 7!!!!!!!! That's just insanity!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night y'all!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-1975571194284133016?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/1975571194284133016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=1975571194284133016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1975571194284133016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/1975571194284133016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/11/chi-town.html' title='Chi-town'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-6759077499822861373</id><published>2007-10-28T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:28:35.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: "I Need You" by: Jamestown Theory (previously And Then I Turned Seven)&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I am SO frustrated right now. I stinkin' want to watch my show, Greek. I can't cause the season is over and the only way to watch it online is to purchase each episode from Itunes. Of course I can't do that. THIS STINKS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MY CAPPIE FIX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- needing some rusty/cappie time -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-6759077499822861373?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/6759077499822861373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=6759077499822861373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6759077499822861373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6759077499822861373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/10/nooooooooooooooooo.html' title='NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-7772270313967552998</id><published>2007-10-25T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T14:31:42.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*gag*</title><content type='html'>Listening to: "Cry In My Heart" by: Starfield&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;I just ate my salad without any cheese....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok there is something VERY wrong with a salad that has NO cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had romaine lettuce (my favorite), Sesame Seeds &amp;amp; Raspberry Vinagerette (Also my favorite) Dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share in my frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-k- bye...&lt;br /&gt;-Stacey-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-7772270313967552998?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/7772270313967552998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=7772270313967552998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7772270313967552998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7772270313967552998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/10/gag.html' title='*gag*'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-2213425740455834018</id><published>2007-10-25T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:20:34.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes nothin...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Cat And Mouse" by: The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;I got a new layout! YIPPIE!!!! Took long enough! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you can tell from the title of this entry I am about to embark on something MAJOR. In just over a week I am making the trip for the first time EVER to Chicago. I'm geeked. I'm nervous. I have never even seen the skyline so if you know of anything good to do there for the weekend PLEASE let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. I have made a pact with 2 of my best friends. We have been having some difficulty with one specific issue. So we made a pact today that we will NOT give up hope and not let each other give up hope and give up on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GIRLS! I'm so glad I have friends like you to hold me to this! Corey, Les... I have not forgoten about you two. You can hold me to it too if you want. I love you both! I miss you! I hope to see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-2213425740455834018?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/2213425740455834018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=2213425740455834018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2213425740455834018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2213425740455834018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-goes-nothin.html' title='Here goes nothin...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-4118273148022554652</id><published>2007-10-22T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:59:39.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can I Say?</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Pretty, Handsom, Awkward" by: The Used&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have anything to say. I'm just wasting time... I live such an exciting life don't I? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I lied... here's something to say... I'm really mad at myself cause I went out to the barn the other day to find my winter jacket since ya know it gets cold in Michigan and all... NOPE! I think I left it in Tennessee! I'm smart!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I seriously got nothing... Hey I need to know cooler template ideas for my blog. I'm kind of over this one and the blogger ones are old too. Anyone know of any good sites? Does anyone read this anyway... besides you, Corey.  Put your hand down. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaz... Out...&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-4118273148022554652?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/4118273148022554652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=4118273148022554652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4118273148022554652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4118273148022554652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-can-i-say.html' title='What Can I Say?'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-3529089734548091835</id><published>2007-10-14T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:39:53.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE????</title><content type='html'>Listening to: "Somewhere Only We Know" by: Keane&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;Ok is it just me or are there movies and songs that you've NEVER heard and NEVER seen before that show up and grab your attention that explain your EXACT life at that EXACT moment??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! I HATE THAT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-3529089734548091835?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/3529089734548091835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=3529089734548091835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3529089734548091835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3529089734548091835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/10/what.html' title='WHAT THE????'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-8661243306939345075</id><published>2007-10-07T10:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:13:37.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The search is over!!</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Darl'n" by: Between The Trees (thanks Sara!)&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;So I did it. I finally found Matt's grave. Thanks to everyone who has been so supportive of me with this issue over the years. Jennifer helped me find it. She even took time out of her schedule to go with me when I went to say goodbye. Only problem is that we didn't find it at the cemetary. Whoever thought up the idea to have flat gravestones so that you could mow OVER them and cover them up was obviously not thinking from my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got a hold of the Cemetery a few days later and they posted a flag to mark it for me. So Natalie went with me that day. I parked my car EXACTLY where I parked it when Jennifer and I went. Matt was directly to my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ok until I could actually read his name. Then I lost it. Nat was such a good friend for just letting me have my cry and say my goodbye 15 years late. We had to of been there for a half hour or so. I just sat there talking to him and brushing the grass from his headstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it. It just took me a while. I wish that I would been able to go to the funeral. But there had to be some reason I couldn't. I wish I would have been able to find his grave years ago.  But having a best friend die at 12 was hard enough. I honestly don't think I would have been able to handle it the way that I had the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a reason for everything. I found it. That's all I needed. God understands how much that means to me and know that I understand that Matt isn't really there... just his body is. I still have my moments. But dealing with this for as long as I have and on my own makes me know that I will ALWAYS have moments. I accept that. But I feel more at ease with myself and Matt's death now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would have known him. You would have loved him. He was a great friend. He would have been happy to accept you as his friend. He would have been proud of who I am. He always knew that I was going to achieve my dream of working in the music industry. He knew I was going to move to Tennessee one day. He had faith. He gave me faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anniversary of his death is next month. I can't believe it's been 15 years. I miss him. But I always will. He knows I'll be back. This time I'm going to take him flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-8661243306939345075?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/8661243306939345075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=8661243306939345075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8661243306939345075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8661243306939345075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/10/search-is-over.html' title='The search is over!!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-7920681705457501860</id><published>2007-09-02T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:55:22.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Almost Lover" by: A Fine Frenzy&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent celebrating my niece Emmalee's 5th birthday. But in all honesty. I spent the day hiding how I really felt. I was annoyed. Upset. Hurt. Lonely. Sad. Angry. Basically every bad emotion you could have all at once. But as the day went on my feelings subsided and i thought maybe it had passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vols played Cali. We lost. :( But we put up a good fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I went to bed I got a phone call from my ex. He kept apologizing for the way he was while we were together. He kept telling me how much misses me and loves me. I just cried. I couldn't say it back. I don't love him and it hurts cause not many people truly care for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to marry him. like honestly asked me. I just cried and told him "no." I can't marry someone I don't love. I hate that I had to tell him all of this. But we broke up before I moved back to Michigan. I believe he is an alcoholic. He never admits it. But I know he is. I just can't believe that my first real proposal was on the phone with an ex boyfriend who I'm not in love with and is drunk and pouring his heart out as he tells me that he thinks someone is going to kill him in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst part is that I don't have the guts to tell him everything. Maybe it's better that I don't. He told me that the first 2 months after I moved he just sat and cried thinking I left because of him. I just feel so bad that he kept blaming himself for us not working out and knowing how much it hurt him to see me leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-7920681705457501860?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/7920681705457501860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=7920681705457501860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7920681705457501860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7920681705457501860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-last-goodbye.html' title='My Last Goodbye...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-634524903618736946</id><published>2007-08-20T08:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T08:19:02.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have never been this happy!</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Misery Business" by: Paramore (that's ironic)&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one of those times when everything goes right? Well that's me. I'm having a lucky streak I guess. :) I've never felt so strong (psychologically) or beautiful. THIS IS AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend was awesome!!! If you ever have a chance to go to see Dave Matthews Band I HIGHLY demand that you do it! I spent time with old friends... met some new ones... re-met some people I have met before... watched 2 AMAZING dmb shows... camped out all weekend.... got sunburned... and had the time of my life! I was about to be all "thanks Matt and yes I had a good time! lol" and say hey to everyone I hung out with this weekend. But... they don't read this. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures soon. Oh and as promised... this is my new hairstyle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/RsmFvmIn2QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wHGXVgJ2fbA/s1600-h/181249815429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/RsmFvmIn2QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wHGXVgJ2fbA/s320/181249815429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100755105710856450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later y'all!&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-634524903618736946?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/634524903618736946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=634524903618736946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/634524903618736946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/634524903618736946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-never-been-this-happy.html' title='I have never been this happy!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/RsmFvmIn2QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wHGXVgJ2fbA/s72-c/181249815429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-2981615979891894826</id><published>2007-08-03T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:53:09.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU KIDDING ME???????</title><content type='html'>listening to: "The Space Between" by: Valencia&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a situation where you're just waiting for something to happen that you know is inevitable but afraid to just make it happen cause you're not sure of the outcome? Yeah! DRIVING ME NUTS! I'm about to make it happen just to get it over with so we all can get past it already!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed!&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-2981615979891894826?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/2981615979891894826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=2981615979891894826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2981615979891894826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2981615979891894826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='ARE YOU KIDDING ME???????'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-589398748779750310</id><published>2007-07-26T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:07:59.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got nothing for a title sorry...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Sunrise Goodbyes" by: Houston Calls&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ok where do I start... I don't know what's going on in my  life... Yep. That's where I'll start! This is the most chaotic my life has been in a long time. You know that saying "bad things happen in 3's? Well lets just say  I've met my quota for the next 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's Grandpa died. Please keep her in your prayers. As well as the lady that flipped her car on the highway and was helped by some amazing friends of mine. While you're at it... keep those friends in your prayers too please. 3 out of the 5 of them ended up bleeding by the end of that same night with worry of a concussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Natalie and I got into a bit of an accident that same night. We were on our way home from being the good friends we are and being there for those that needed us. The guy driving the other car fell asleep at the wheel and slammed into the back of us. We're both ok. Just a little shaken up. Basically it was a night for the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I pray that it's all over now and things will only get better for all of us involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly keep this one certain friend of ours in your prayers. He's the one who made the group pull over when the lady's car flipped and was the first one out to try and help her. He's also the one we were most worried had a concussion. Even before his incident you could tell he was really shaken up. Watching that Lady's car flip and seeing her in the state she was in really got to him. He's the one Nat and I are most concerned about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU BUDDY! And just remember just like you told Nat and I... "Everything's going to be ok. It'll get better." and you're in our prayers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-589398748779750310?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/589398748779750310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=589398748779750310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/589398748779750310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/589398748779750310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-got-nothing-for-title-sorry.html' title='I got nothing for a title sorry...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-7172302558844810506</id><published>2007-07-15T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:49:19.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IS THAT STACEY?????</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Pin You Wings" by: Copeland&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have BLACK hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no not really dark brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so for the first time EVER my hair has been dyed. My sisters had this GREAT idea to dye all of our hair at the same time. Jennifer went Strawberryshortcake Red. Anisa went Hannah Montana Blonde. And me... Kate Beckinsale in Underworld Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only it wasn't supposed to be like that. Anisa was going to go lighter... she got it. Jen wanted to get a little "funkier" as she put it and go red. She's now the cartoon version of Joss Stone and loves it. With me they wanted to bet the blonde streaks out since my hair had grown a considerable amount since I got them. We were trying to get my hair back to it original color... Now I look fake Goth. But it's cool. It's just hair. I don't totally hate it. When I put my hair up and pulled it away from the Black shirt I was wearing it didn't look that bad. It'll fade a little everyday... and my normal hair color is pretty dark so it won't be THAT big of a difference.... right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically. I've just never really dyed my hair. I put highlights in it a few times. But never all my hair. I like my normal hair color. I never wanted to dye it. But here I am... a vampire... at least that was the comment... black hair... and I would say pale skin... which I have... but I'm VERY proud that this is the most tan I've been in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. there's a first time for everything right? I'll post pics when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all. Miss y'all.&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey... So not Goth -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-7172302558844810506?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/7172302558844810506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=7172302558844810506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7172302558844810506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7172302558844810506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-that-stacey.html' title='IS THAT STACEY?????'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-2091980284329825518</id><published>2007-07-13T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:30:32.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Help</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Downhere "A Better Way"&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man today holding a sign. "Need Help" is what it read. I didn't stop. As I journey on with my day this man will be forgotten.  But I don't want forget him.  What kind of help did he need. Was he homeless? He looked as if he wasn't tired or cold.  Did he need food? He looked fed. Was he just having car trouble? All these questions ran through my mind as I drove away.  Boys Like Girls "Me You and My Medication" fills every crevasse of my car.  "We're all addicted to something... Medicine make it ok." I don't have much to "help" this man. All I can give him is prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-2091980284329825518?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/2091980284329825518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=2091980284329825518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2091980284329825518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2091980284329825518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/07/need-help.html' title='Need Help'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-8229988239398347113</id><published>2007-07-08T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:27:06.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neverending thoughts....</title><content type='html'>Listening to: the waves...&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day at the beach today. It didn't feel right without you here. I wish you were here with me. I'm surrounded yet feel alone. Being here does nothing but make me think of you. Your laugh. Your smile. No one can make me smile like you can. No one ever could. I will don't have the answers I want to. I just wanted to say goodbye. UGH! Why can't I just enjoy the day. There's not many clouds. It's a beautiful day! Why can't I get you out of my mind? I miss you... wherever you are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-8229988239398347113?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/8229988239398347113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=8229988239398347113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8229988239398347113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8229988239398347113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/07/listening-to-waves.html' title='Neverending thoughts....'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-4246884571781267137</id><published>2007-07-02T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:48:33.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me in all my utter randomness</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Cartel's cd "Chroma"&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;Not much to report on. Just working and helping out with mom. Still no answers yet as to exactly what's wrong. But all in all things are going well. Sara probably has it the best right now and I couldn't be happier for her. She deserves to be as happy as she is. Unfortunalty her happiness doesn't come without it's headaches and confusion. But She's a strong girl. She'll make it through whatever gets thrown in her path. It's gotta be weird for her knowing that she will be heading off to college soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what it was like for me. I couldn't wait to get out of that small town. And then after about 3 weeks of not knowing anyone withing an hour radius. I couldn't wait for a trip home. Luckily it passed. I think it made it easier to make the move to Nashville. Nashville just feels like home. I love that. Anyway... Moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stops and sings along to "Runaway"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sorry... favorite song on the cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. yeah I got nothin'.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-k- bye&lt;br /&gt;Stacey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-4246884571781267137?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/4246884571781267137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=4246884571781267137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4246884571781267137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/4246884571781267137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/07/listening-to-cartels-cd-chroma-not-much.html' title='Just me in all my utter randomness'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-6032297386080834845</id><published>2007-06-12T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T13:56:21.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So geeked!!!</title><content type='html'>listening to: nothing... I'm not at home. But I have "God Of Wonders" stuck in my head. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE COLOR! ok so it's red but it's better than nothing! Jen opened her pool and I have been in it twice now! I have washed and cleaned my car! What else... I don't know... I can't remember... But yeah... it's a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-6032297386080834845?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/6032297386080834845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=6032297386080834845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6032297386080834845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6032297386080834845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-geeked.html' title='So geeked!!!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-6845426958075736331</id><published>2007-06-07T09:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T09:43:53.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News flash y'all!!!</title><content type='html'>A lot has been going on since my move. Mom's had numerous apointments. Seems like more are scheduled every day. She just had an MRI last night. *crosses fingers* But we hope to have answers soon. A big congrats to a few of my dear friends... one got a HUGE "promotion". Only a select few get the news she did.. just yesterday in fact. Two more are engaged! I am so excited for the both of you! And then there's a rumors of a record deal in the near future and a opportunity that is such a huge deal it deserves prayers and lots of them. Basically a friend will be meeting one of the biggest names in Hip Hop to discuss his music. I would be FREAKING OUT if I were to meet Aaron Sprinkle. Thinking I might mess up or make a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last congrats... and a plug... Call your local radio station (that plays at least some hip hop of course) and ask them to play  "Woah" by: George Moss. You won't be sorry! My dear friend, George has created an amazing single (that I want as my ringtone) that will have you singing "Woah" in your sleep! Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/georgemoss"&gt;myspace.com/georgemoss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Out...&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-6845426958075736331?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/6845426958075736331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=6845426958075736331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6845426958075736331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/6845426958075736331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/06/news-flahs-yall.html' title='News flash y&apos;all!!!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-2616804898711619884</id><published>2007-04-26T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T12:15:42.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again!</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Broken Sky" by: Copper&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok honestly! How many people do you know broke a toe in the shower??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*raises hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I broke my toe this morning... while taking a shower!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the heck do you break your toe in the shower???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I couldn't be any more accident prone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;-Stacey-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-2616804898711619884?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/2616804898711619884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=2616804898711619884' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2616804898711619884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2616804898711619884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-again.html' title='Not again!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-547585464399974332</id><published>2007-03-29T04:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T04:47:44.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Never Really Goes Away...</title><content type='html'>listening to: silence.&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had quite the absolute best and worst day of your life all rolled up into one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I have to say... is that feelings came rushing back like the damn in Kentucky that's about to burst and flood me out of Nashville... feelings I never wanted to return. Ones that I have kept burried and controlled since I was 14 years old. Here I am... almost 11 years later in just under a month... and they return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the people who cared enough to help me through it tonight without ever knowing it. To these people.. you are a God send and you should know it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan&lt;/strong&gt; - you are my hero! I would be a mess without you tonight. :) I owe you more than you'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl&lt;/strong&gt; - thanks for the sweet words of confidence. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pearson&lt;/strong&gt; - thanks for talking to me. Just that thought was more than a blessing. I've missed our friendship emmensley. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martha&lt;/strong&gt; - thanks for listening when you didn't have to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt; - for caring enough to just let me be and never havng to say a word. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lu and the guys&lt;/strong&gt; - you're always there when I need you. all I had to do was turn up the volume a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steve&lt;/strong&gt; - for just letting me vent when  I needed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course no list would be complete without...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt; - Thank you for letting me cry. Telling me you have faith in me when I already knew it - I just needed to hear it. For never giving up on me. For bringing up Doris Day cause you know how much I adore her. For grabbing my hand when I was reaching for help. And for being awake and willing to listen to no mater what I had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; - Thank you, Father. for being there when I need you most. For knowing what is on the inside trying to chew it's way out. For never giving up on me. For the miracles of the past. For saving my life. For the miracles yet to come. For never saying "you've had enough chances. haven't you learned yet?" For loving me... even when I feel as I do tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-547585464399974332?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/547585464399974332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=547585464399974332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/547585464399974332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/547585464399974332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-never-really-goes-away.html' title='It Never Really Goes Away...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-2833571678798186917</id><published>2007-03-26T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:48:16.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"YOU are home to me..."</title><content type='html'>"Ever After You" by: Gabe Dixon Band&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I am getting more and more anxious. I am going home for my birthday and I can't wait!!! This is going to be the BEST birthday EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will accept nothing less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My track record hasn't been the best in the past and I am "breaking the spell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want any gifts for my birthday. I just want to spend it with my best friends and my family. And that my friends is EXACTLY what I am getting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stops and starts singing "Memory" by: Sugarcult*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that. I just love that song. ANYWAY!... hmm... *taps fingers on desk*... yeah I got nothing I'm just SUPER geeked about seeing my way hot momma, my far more beautiful than I big sisters, my extremely beautiful neices, my super hot best friends... and... Corey... hahaha Sorry Corey all the rest are girls. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winks and grrrs at Corey then dies laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all! Miss y'all! See y'all soon!&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-2833571678798186917?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/2833571678798186917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=2833571678798186917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2833571678798186917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/2833571678798186917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-are-home-to-me.html' title='&quot;YOU are home to me...&quot;'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-9147084571340740965</id><published>2007-03-06T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:51:22.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a first for everything...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Goodbye My Lover" by: James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did today. I got a massage. That's right! I had my first actual massage today. I know I've had back rubs but this was from a trained pro and it was FREE!! Work provided it.  I felt so cool cause they were giving them free at work across the hall from my office in the break room and so the girls around me told me I needed one. So I did. And they were about to go on break so while the guy massaged my head and my hands the girl massaged my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEE HEE!!! No one else got that treatment. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now officially come to terms with the fact that any man that gives me a hand massage is the man I'm going to marry!!!! That was the greatest part of it! I could have fallen asleep right there when he started doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a hand massage once before... and the guy was SUPER hot... but he is married now. We have moved on OBVIOUSLY. Oh well. I forgot how much I loved that... but yeah Mr. married DID put me to sleep. I remember that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we FROZE OUR BUTTS OFF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN 1 HR AND 10 MIN LESLIE AND ALYSE!!! LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-k- bye&lt;br /&gt;-Stacey Ree-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-9147084571340740965?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/9147084571340740965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=9147084571340740965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/9147084571340740965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/9147084571340740965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/03/theres-first-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s a first for everything...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-5594940039307235006</id><published>2007-02-27T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:34:32.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ho hum</title><content type='html'>Listening to "Broken Man" by: Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have anything to blog about. I'm just bored at work. Phones are dead. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hey! there IS something to talk about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was AJ's 21st birthday! Happy Birthday, AJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today is Aaron's birthday! Happy Birthday, Aaron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Winter Jam with Stephanie and Brenda on Sunday... that was a hoot! Litterally! Well all but the part where we saw the smushed squirrel on the curb while FREEZING my little patootie off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to work yesterday *smacks head into desk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got to see Hawk Nelson AGAIN today with my friend, Chris. She and I went to the taping of Hawk Nelson on GMC (Gospel Music Channel). Great show of course. And we sang Happy Birthday to Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have gone on stage since I had my Hawk Nelson Kazoo but I have stage frieght and there's no way you would have caught me up on that stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm off to look at pics from today. -k- bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I met JD too. "IT'S JD!" tee hee *looks at Steph with an "inside joke" grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-5594940039307235006?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/5594940039307235006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=5594940039307235006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5594940039307235006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5594940039307235006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/02/ho-hum.html' title='ho hum'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-3952730679823497022</id><published>2007-02-13T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:59:07.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh what a day!</title><content type='html'>listening to: "I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight" by: Inked In Blood&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so get this i had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AWFUL&lt;/span&gt; day today... all but two parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good part #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a birthday present today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I know. My birthday is in late April. Well Stephanie and Sarah gave me a super early birthday present this afternoon. We went to Build - A - Bear inside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Opry&lt;/span&gt; Mills mall and they... well.. built me a bear. He's a "lucky" bear of course. I mean it is me after all. and y'all know how obsessed I am with lucky stuff.  They named him Clover St. Patrick. oh and he has 2 hearts inside of him. one from each of them. How cool is that? Oh no! that's not even the best part! No the best part is NOT that he's playing a guitar... it's that he Moos. Yep. My bear makes the noise of a cow. *dies laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good part #2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so AFTER work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, Sarah and I were sitting in the Garden Conservatory Cafe waiting for Jeremy. and some REALLY drunk guys came walking by. One guy was so drunk that he tripped over himself while he was picking something up. He took it over to Jeremy and goes "Give this to the lost and stolen." So we're like dying and he comes over to us. He goes "Are you laughing at me?" and grabs my Forever 21 bag. He started pulling it away from me. I was sitting down and he was pulling it so that my arm was behind me... yeah kind of hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So walks away and is going through my bag. He grabs my scarf that my mom &amp; sisters gave me for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; a few years back... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... happens to be my favorite. I wear the thing all the time. He gives me back my bag and goes "this is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt;" he puts it around his neck and starts walking away. We're still laughing cause we think he's kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE STOLE MY SCARF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, right! So how is this good? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WWEELL&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and Sarah decide to go hunt the drunk jerk down cause I'm about to cry. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; goes on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sky walk&lt;/span&gt; toward Cascades as Sarah takes the paths on the lower part of the Garden Conservatory. I stay sitting there.. alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah comes back.... nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie comes back... with my scarf!!!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the best part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go "Where did you find him? Where is he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response. "He's passed out in front of the hotel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so Sarah and I think he's passed out cause he's drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so when Stephanie found the guy he was with his 7 or so friends. all late 20's early 30's and you could tell they worked out. She politely asked him for my scarf back. He told her no and that I had given it to him. She said that I hadn't and that she had seen the whole thing. He proceeded to tell her that she'd have to fight him for it and then he called her an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jacka&lt;/span&gt;** B****. So she punched him.. I mean the guy almost pulled my arm off... committed theft... AND slander!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy totally deserved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So punched him and knocked him out so that his friend had to catch him when he fell. His friends started cheering. She picked up my scarf that was hanging out of his pocket and started walking away. One of his friends was like "Why aren't you laughing? That was hilarious!" She turned back and goes "ha ha ha." all sarcastic and then walked away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DIES LAUGHING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; admit it! that guy had it coming and that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; hilarious! I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stacey-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-3952730679823497022?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/3952730679823497022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=3952730679823497022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3952730679823497022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3952730679823497022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-what-day.html' title='oh what a day!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-5287898577553902862</id><published>2007-02-01T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:28:34.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "There's A Class For This" by: Cute Is What Ws Aim For&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;I miss Corey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wayfmstacey/Bye%20stacey/DSCN1150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Leslie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wayfmstacey/Bye%20stacey/DSCN1191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I my mom &amp;amp; big sisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wayfmstacey/Bye%20stacey/DSCN1188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my 3 beautiful neices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wayfmstacey/Bye%20stacey/DSCN1192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Natalie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wayfmstacey/ICE/IMG_4662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*( THIS STINKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-5287898577553902862?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/5287898577553902862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=5287898577553902862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5287898577553902862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/5287898577553902862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wayfmstacey/Bye%20stacey/th_DSCN1150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-7347077488863810724</id><published>2007-01-30T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:54:42.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a marked Woman, Stace...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "What I've Done" by: Until June&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;Alright it's official! I'm cut off! No more Until June for me!... ok after this time listening through the cd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better hold me to being cut off because when I'm sitting at work in between phone calls sobbing for no reason listening to this cd over and over... something has GOT to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you hear "It's ok. Everything will work out.", "I know how you feel", "You're beautiful, Stace. He's crazy not to see that." and my personal favorite... "Just give it time. It'll all work out in the end"... yeah... thanks for the support here... but it doesn't change the fact that it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day after day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night after night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after every phone call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after every text message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still fee the same. This part of me doesn't heal like I'm told it's going to. Even the "just let it go. If you don't want to feel this way... don't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy for you to say! You try feeling this way! It hurts! There's no if, ands -or- buts about it. It hurts. Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel... sick... unloved... ugly... depressed... used... unnoticed... betrayed... uneasy... marked... slandered... hated... need I say more? These feels don't just "go away". Honestly. Show me one person that has just "gotten over it" and I'll show you a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only 3 people that I know who are feeling what I'm feeling... the world just doesn't understand... but know that I love you and I'm here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-7347077488863810724?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/7347077488863810724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=7347077488863810724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7347077488863810724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/7347077488863810724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2007/01/youre-marked-woman-stace.html' title='You&apos;re a marked Woman, Stace...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-3764846020840215514</id><published>2006-12-22T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:38:34.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wait...</title><content type='html'>listening to "Julia" by Our Lady Peace&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;To wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will find you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it all happen in it's own time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told over and over my entire life. But when will "wait" end? Do I have to wait until the day that God calls me home. I just want to find him. I want to be with him. I know I'm only 24 years old. But those who say "you're only 24. You're so young. You have your whole life ahead of you." I just want to punch them in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I mean that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not very Christian of me. I know it's really violent. And I don't like it. But I openly admit that when I hear that... that is EXACTLY what goes through my head. Followed by "You have no idea what I feel. You say you do. But you don't. No one feels exactly the same things. So you can't say that. Why can't you see that? Just leave me alone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I chase a dream that will never be? I need to accept that the feelings will not be returned. I could have been in a car accident yesterday. My plane could crash tomorrow. My heart could give out on me right now. And I would die "waiting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to wait anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be loved and love them back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-3764846020840215514?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/3764846020840215514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=3764846020840215514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3764846020840215514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/3764846020840215514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-wait.html' title='Just wait...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-8924406137457695250</id><published>2006-11-27T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:55:10.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh look! I posted!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: “Time” by: Nevertheless… yeah I know… Me? Listening to Nevertheless… like that ever happens! Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;So for the past few weeks I’ve been going though my “I feel ugly” phase that y’all know I fall into now and then. Well this one was really bad for some reason. I’ve had some “Family issues” lately but I don’t think that was it. But then on top of it I’ve been really worn out from Old Navy, The hotel AND the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that really helped is that I went to see “my guys” last night. Stephanie (who moved into the house last Tuesday by the way) and I drove down to Chatty to go watch the Nevertheless guys. It was so great to see them! They were surprised (again) to see me for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they honestly think I wouldn’t have been there??? Insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah… we hung out with the guys (obviously), got some really great shot, got great videos, and then went to The Waffle House for the first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting. We sat at 3 different tables… Katie, Wann, Brad &amp; Megan at one. Pearson, Megan (another one), and two guys that I forgot their names at another. While Stephanie, Rowe, AJ and I shared the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah… lots of interesting conversations there… I mean it’s insanity enough when it’s AJ &amp; I… or Rowe and I… or even AJ &amp;amp; Rowe… but you get the 3 of us together in the same conversation… yeah… insanity! But oh no! That wasn’t the half of it… because you get Stephanie and I in the same conversation and that’s a whole other story… but we had all 4 of us in one! That was… interesting… that’s all I have to say about that! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a great show! They played “False Starts” which they haven’t played in a really long time on stage cause someone wanted to hear it and… well… they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part was when they did a “second encore” and played “O Child”. Yeah Leslie! You missed O’ Child!!! It was AWESOME! They had never played that on stage… EVER!!!  I love that song! AND they played “Losing Innocence” AND my absolute favorite NTL song… “It’s Me” MAN I LOVE THAT SONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see pics and/or videos from last night check out my you tube and/or my photobucket. Ok I’m done now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-8924406137457695250?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/8924406137457695250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=8924406137457695250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8924406137457695250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8924406137457695250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-look-i-posted.html' title='oh look! I posted!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-8890552629865082114</id><published>2006-11-13T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:20:12.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STACEY GOES CRAZY!............ part 2</title><content type='html'>Listening to: a whole lot of agents making reservations, typing… oh yeah and I have “Brotherhood” by Flatfoot 56. Stuck. In. My. Head.&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Not a lot going on in The Busy World Of Stacey Scary. But in the same sense… yeah… a lot HAS been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know I made the 10 hour drive along with Andrea &amp; Wynnde to go surprise AJ, Pearson, Wann, Rowe, Brad, Matt, Jonathan &amp;amp; Cah-lay-leb in Louisiana. But what you may NOT know (because my blog is updating right now so I can’t re-read the last blog) is that I made more friends. WOOHOO! I made buddies with Tobin, Josh Robieson, Kyle, Justin (Flatfoot 56), Jonathan, &amp; Josh Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have NO idea the insanity my life is in now! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO… I manage a band now…. But you knew that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah… what you DIDN’T know is that Stephanie is going to be our 4th roommate! WOOHOO! She’s moving in the first of December so that makes Wynnde, Andrea, Stephanie and myself VERY happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s beside the point… I’m married…. Or at least that’s what Noah thinks. Hahahahaha I was at the Pillar show last night with the girls and Flatfoot. Well if you’ve ever seen Flatfoot you would know that Tobin is RRREEEAAALLLYYY tall. He’s like 7’2” compared to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Noah’s wife, Lindsay about their new baby girl when Noah walked up behind Lindsay and Tobin behind me right as Noah was acting like he was going to beat me up. Now Noah’s arms are like 5 of me! So you think I’d be afraid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him ‘you don’t wanna mess with these guns!’ as I flexed my lack of pistols. And then pointed to Tobin and said “I got this to back me up.” We started laughing because he really is a lot taller than I am. And then Noah says to Tobin “Is she your wife?” Tobin and I looked at each other and started laughing. So for the rest of the night we were joking about us being married and at one point he asked me when the date was and then said we were gonna have an Antelope Elopement cause he couldn’t get out the word “elope” hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that… not much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I quit Old Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-k- bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-8890552629865082114?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/8890552629865082114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=8890552629865082114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8890552629865082114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/8890552629865082114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/11/stacey-goes-crazy-part-2.html' title='STACEY GOES CRAZY!............ part 2'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-116235172859425850</id><published>2006-10-31T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:43:13.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVE ME! PLEASE!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: other agents talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;So as you guessed… I’m at work. Yep. I am bored OUT OF MY MIND! I literally am averaging 1 call every 15 – 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got off the phone with one of the girls at Towne Park and she said that they’re just as bad. So now I’m sitting here waiting for Frank to tell me to go home so I can call Don to come get me before I fall asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Don! Yeah! SURPRISE! NEW GUY IN MY LIFE! Actually it’s 4 new guys! Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am managing a band now. They’re called Shine Under. Living here in Nashville but born and raised in Allegan, MI. I work with two of the guys here at the hotel and it just was in God’s plan for the 3 of us to meet. Then Sean &amp; Adam asked me to be their manager. I of course said yes and asked on of our “co-stars”, Stephanie to assist me in Merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;WISE CHOICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they introduced Stephanie and I to Don. Don is a mechanic as well as the bands drummer. Right now he’s working on my car since It decided it wanted to start squealing and smoking at me 2 days before I was supposed to go visit Kendra for her 7th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never made it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Don is still working on the car and has been nice enough to drive me to work and come pick me up. The guys are amazing! They’re so appreciative! They joke around about the fact that they can’t pay Stephanie and I and so we joke with them. For instance I told them that they could buy me this watch I had when I was 6. It was a ninja turtles watch that had all 4 of their heads on it and the logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the watch a long time ago and I’ve been looking for a new one a lot over the past few years. Sean found it. The EXACT watch… ok not exact. The wrist band isn’t black plastic like mine was. But still! How sweet is that! They bought me this watch as a thank you and I was only kidding when I told them about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been falling together really well and really fast when it comes to the band. I was really missing the industry, Stephanie wanted to work merch for someone and the guys wanted to tour… well… 2 out of three… check… we’re not going to do any bookings until we find a 4th member. So if any of you know of a guitar player in the Nashville area… LET ME KNOW! PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the 4th guy in my life… Oscar… our mascot!... yeah... he's a dog.... litterally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-116235172859425850?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/116235172859425850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=116235172859425850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/116235172859425850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/116235172859425850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/10/save-me-please.html' title='SAVE ME! PLEASE!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-116166683819453092</id><published>2006-10-24T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:43:13.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET COOKIES! IT'S STACEY!</title><content type='html'>Listening to "I Love You" by: Under The Influence Of Giants&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;OK. So last night my roommates, Wynnde, Andrea &amp; I drove 10 hours to Pennville, LA to surprise some friends of ours. We drove 8 hours to a hotel in Monroe, LA and then the other 2 hours the next morning. This in itself is something you should be proud of me for! Cause I HATE to drive and I drive the entire 10 hours!!! GO! ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb, Matt &amp;amp; Jonathan knew that we were going to be there but we wanted to make sure it was a surprise for the rest of our friends. So kudos to them for keeping the secret. YOU GUYS ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was pretty interesting. We rolled up at about 11:30am to the venue and then Eleventyseven showed up about 5 minutes later. Wynnde and I went out to meet up with them and to get the merch table set up... not very story worthy... just the three of us joking around with Matt a lot. Then Neverthless arrived and after a bit AJ was the first to make his way to the merch tables. I was helping Matt hang a sign and had my sunglasses on. AJ saw me and said he thought that I looked familiar but it took a few seconds AFTER I said "You better not walk past me" for him to realize exactly who I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ &amp; I went backstage to say hey to the rest of the band and he had the idea of my not telling them who I was. He told me to tell them that I was their merch volunteer and that my name was Amanda.... yeah I walked up to Pearson and said "Hi I'm your merch girl, Stacey." I'm a dork what can I say. But it took him a second to realize it was me. So mission accomplished there. Wann &amp;amp; Rowe... it didn't take long for them to know it was me. Brad on the other hand... sadly Brad and I don't talk much so I basically had to go over to him and tell him it was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jonathan told me he had a confession to make. Now Jonathan is NEVER as serious as he was right then so I sat down next to him and listened to his confession... now because I love Jonathan to death I'm not about to tell what he said. But just know... it's nothing bad. He just had a case of "mistaken identity" if you will along with Caleb. But hey it was a compliment to the person they thought was someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynnde and I were supposed to run the merch table for Eleventyseven. She went to go watch some friends perform since she had a lot of friends there while I watched the table and then when she was around I took off to hang with Nevertheless. Surprise Surprise. I tried to split my friendship time up equally... but it's hard when you've known Nevertheless for as long as I have and Eleventyseven is backstage. But I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was gross according to Pearson. So I was a little iffy to try it. It didn't look to appetizing. So Jonathan &amp; Caleb took my car to Wal-Mart and then Wann, Pearson &amp;amp; AJ called and asked them to bring back something to eat... which of course is the greatest meal for a band of 5 20-something year old guys... lunchables. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to go watch Nevertheless' set. They of course did amazing. Only problem was the PA system sucked and you could hardly hear the vocals. Wann said he was sick on top of it but you couldn't tell while he was on stage. So kudos to Kung Fu Wann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dinner rolled around I figured I should check it out since we were in Louisiana and they had Gumbo, Jumbalia, &amp; Crawfish... yeah you try being in the middle of Louisiana and not attempt to at least TRY them! Well I tried... Pearson ended up eating it since I didn't even touch it. AJ of course couldn't eat the Crawfish since it was a like a fettuchini Alfredo dealie. So I went to McDonald's to get he and I some REAL food. But not before AJ pulled me up on stage with he, Wann, Flatfoot56, Eleventyseven (who was performing) and a bunch of other bands that I didn't know for the last performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally... I didn't belong up there. I'm not in a band. I'm just a friend of some of the guys who are. So I stayed to the side of the stage and let everyone else have their fun. But AJ wanted me to stage dive with everyone else. YEAH RIGHT! HAS HE SEEN ME? I WOULD GET KILLED! But then again... look at him... and he wanted to! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt asked for the "choir" to come off the wings of the stage to have a sing along and Wann &amp;amp; AJ told me to join them. Umm thanks guys. But I'm cool on the side of the stage thanks. I guess my fear of the spotlight kicked in right about then. Plus... I didn't want the fans to think that because I was up there that they all could be too. That would have been even more chaos than it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's not even the best part! There were guys that stole Jonathan's overhead mics and were screaming into them along with Caleb. When Caleb threw himself on the ground to spin one of the Flatfoot56 guys started spinning him by the foot like the Wheel of Fortune... Wheel... yeah. And then at the end of the song the "choir" as Matt called us started running off with Jonathan's drum kit. The great part is that Jonathan never missed a beat. He followed symbol until it was gone and then got up off of his stool and ran off after his snare STILL playing it! It was a hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show NTL had to head back to Tennessee (10 hours remember) and Eleventyseven had to make a 14 hour trip to North Carolina. So we said good-bye after good-bye and then parted ways. :( But then Andrea, Wynnde and I met up with the guys from Decemberadio &amp;amp; Day Of Fire (minus a Josh Brown) at IHOP for some arm wrestling and some REALLY tired spilling of EVERYTHING Stacey had on her mind! Oh yeah.. and we had food too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I'm back in Nashville now. Safe and sound... sort of. I'm exhausted. But it was well worth the trip. I wouldn't have traded that trip for... almost... anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More from the Music City soon.&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-116166683819453092?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/116166683819453092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=116166683819453092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/116166683819453092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/116166683819453092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/10/sweet-cookies-its-stacey.html' title='SWEET COOKIES! IT&apos;S STACEY!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-115991767958267089</id><published>2006-10-03T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:43:12.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M A STAR!... No really... I am!</title><content type='html'>listening to:.... umm..... nothing... that's odd!&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;Ok so incase I haven't already called or IM'd you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started work at the Hotel today. It was a lot of fun! We only had orientation today. But it was still a ton of fun! We took a small tour of Nashville and made a few important stops at the Grand Ole Opry, The Ryman &amp; The Wildhorse Saloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today ended up being QUITE the eventful day. With lunch at Rachel's inside the Hotel itself, Testing out some fried pickels at the Wild Horse Saloon, Line Dancing at the Wild Horse Saloon, Almost crushing a BMW &amp;amp; VW with our Bus at the Ryman, Touring the Grand Ole Opry, &amp;amp; Singing on stage at the Grand Ole Opry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! I JUST SAID THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little miss "WaYfm Stacey"... "Stacey Ree".... "Stacey Bob".... SANG! ON STAGE! AT THE GRAND.... OLE... OPRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it's not like I sang for an audience with the lights or anything. It was Happy Birthday and in a group. BUT STILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY PEOPLE CAN SAY THEY SANG ON THE GRAND OLE OPRY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be proud of me and we'll call it good. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ON CROUTON!&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-115991767958267089?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/115991767958267089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=115991767958267089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115991767958267089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115991767958267089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-star-no-really-i-am.html' title='I&apos;M A STAR!... No really... I am!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-115906288996290436</id><published>2006-09-23T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:43:12.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O' Child</title><content type='html'>listening to: "O' Child" by: Nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;Ok so you may know already that my mind doesn't work like "normal" peoples.... in my mind when you feel something for someone you need to do things like stare at a picturea of the two of you until your eyes sting from not blinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't hve the attention span for that. Nor do I have the time :). My mind just simply won't allow it. When you have as many thoughts as I do you just know it's impossible and honestly... how many people do that in real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... couldn't sleep last night. I know... BIG surprise. But the whole Tennessee move has been heavy on my mind lately. I've been sayinf for the past... no joke... 16 years that I'm going.  But it didn't really hit me until I rolled over in hopes of leaving some thoughts behind on the abandoned pillor when I noticed a picture that usually hangs stragetically in eyesight next to my pillow like an angel watching over me as I sleep was packed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how much that one picture had been such a comfort in the past few months. It makes me miss Matt more than I have in a long time since he died. I wish he were here. He would have been so proud. He always knew I would go one day. He never doubted that from the day I met him until the day he couldn't fight the cancer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about him often. Mostly in times like this when I know he'd be right there being the supportive best friend he always was. Which I know in my heard is just his way of telling me... that he is. Sometimes I find myself talking to him outloud, sometimes in my head. And it's almost like I can hear him laughing at me when I do or say soemthing completely random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way to go back and change what happened. But I know. God knows. Matt knows. That if I could, I would trade places with Matt. So that he could live a full life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again.... He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Matt!&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-115906288996290436?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/115906288996290436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=115906288996290436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115906288996290436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115906288996290436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-child.html' title='O&apos; Child'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-115866592004263651</id><published>2006-09-19T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:43:12.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Time (To Let This Go)" by: Nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day! I have been waiting for this day for the past 1 year.... ok it's been over a year now... BUT... YEAH! Nevertheless' cd is released TODAY! I don't think I have been more proud of them than I am at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that I HIGHLY recommend this cd to everyone. Give it a sample and I promise you will be as addicted as I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot escape the love that is Nevertheless. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah... Nevertheless "Live Like We're Alive" in stores TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-115866592004263651?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/115866592004263651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=115866592004263651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115866592004263651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115866592004263651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-115795893521527678</id><published>2006-09-11T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:43:11.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>better late than never...</title><content type='html'>listening to: the rain outside&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;ok so I know it's been a while since I've updated (all 5 of you)  on what's going on in my life (cause it's not like I don't talk to you just everyday haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you know my big move to Tennessee is only 18 days away. I'm getting really nervous. This is a big move and I just want to be sure that this is really what God wants in my life and that it's not just something I think He wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Wynnde today (like every other day haha) and she was at Shoutfest with my near and dear friends Caleb, Matt &amp; Jonathan (Eleventyseven) along with Rowe, Wann, Pearson, AJ &amp;amp; Brad (Nevertheless). This of course depressed me cause I haven't seen them in months. I began to feel like a horrible friend since Wynnde sees them all the time and I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Nevertheless' cd release party by 9 days and that kills me. I feel like I should be there to show my support... which of course I know I don't need to show to them. If they haven't figured out by now how much I support them... they're some REALLY blind guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however get to talk to Rowe for a second so that was cool. And I heard Pearson in the background saying something. Wynnde told me that Matt told her to tell me hi but she had already hung up. I miss those guys. :( The only thing that would have made me want to be there more would have been if Lu (Story Side:B) and Katie &amp;amp; Brian (3:16) would have been there. If they were there then I would have been REALLY heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... talked to Wynnde for a bit after the gang parted and then when we hung up I tried to get some sleep... knowing it wasn't gonna happen. Well I was right. So after reading for a bit and then beating another level on The Legend of Zelda: Link To The Past... I decided to go for a drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just drove around town listening to Until June (Of course!) trying to clear my head. Which as you know is a non-stop, drama filled, chaos factory. But it must have done something to my mind cause about the time I was passing the old factory near my apartment I hit the curb. My mind drifted and I almost flipped my brand new (even though it's a used car) car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I lay here in my room only lit by my computer screen listening to the rain outside and typing another random blog that is extremely long and probably not making any sense. Honestly. I don't remember half of what I wrote. I'll have to go back and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia has become a part of my life...&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-115795893521527678?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/115795893521527678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=115795893521527678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115795893521527678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115795893521527678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/09/better-late-than-never.html' title='better late than never...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-115380345654636120</id><published>2006-07-25T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:43:11.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so you had a bad day...</title><content type='html'>listening to: "Sway" by: The Perishers&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know I had one of the WORST days I've had in a long time. I spent most of the day crying to Wynnde about my chinese food that I spilled all down the front of me and didn't get to eat any of... the guy in the 15 passanger that tried killing me... or the exit I knew was there but missed cause I was too busy crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Wynnde did something that reminds me of why she is one of my best friends. So I go to dropp of my last two barrels for the Class Act Back Pack Drive at Lake Michigan Credit Unions around Grand Rapids with my chinese food covered WCSG polo and favorite jeans. My cell rings and I look down seeing the word "Pearson" staring back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That in itself almost made me cry. Why is it that when you're at your worst the greatest things happen??? God is truly amazing. Anyway. So I'm having this horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day (Hey that's a book!) and then Pearson calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked for a while and he was a sweet heart as usual. We talked about Amy. We talked about my moving and of course, my bad day. Basically he told me that they (being the Nevertheless guys) called just to say hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after I got off the phone I talked to Wynnde and she told me that she called Pearson cause she knew AJ's minutes were up for the month and that hearing from the guys would cheer me up. Pearson totally played dumb. He acted like he didn't know I was having this aweful day. He just let me vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart my friends. But my day is so much better now. Hearing from Pearson really helped. Wynnde knew it would. Wynnde really cared that I was having this aweful day and she tried to take some of the weight on herself so I wouldn't be so saddened by it. She also cheered me up a bit by telling me she's gonna be 15 minutes from my house and 20 minutes (TOPS) from the station on Wednesday. Brandon called just to make sure I was ok and to let me know he was praying for me. THANK YOU WYNNDE, BRANDON AND PEARSON!!! It really means a lot to me to know I have friends like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to stop now. I haven't been sleeping well lately... ok ever... but it's been worse lately with the move and job hunting and all... and I promised a few friends I would go to bed early tonight... SO MUCH FOR THAT! They're actually telling me THEY'RE going to bed before me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPS!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-115380345654636120?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/115380345654636120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=115380345654636120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115380345654636120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115380345654636120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-you-had-bad-day.html' title='so you had a bad day...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-115267008361323548</id><published>2006-07-11T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:43:11.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God And Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Watching: Sweet Home Alabama&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;You know those moments where God reminds you how precious life is... just how scared you can get... and show you what is truly important... all in a moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was visiting my sister, Anisa along with her husband, Josh and my three beautiful nieces, Kendra, Emmalee &amp;amp; Joslynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been acting and feeling weird all day. But while we were just sitting there reading a book my heart started acting up again. But this time it affected my lungs... I really thought that maybe today was the day that I was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began thinking about all the things that mattered to me. The things in my life that I say mean so much to me that in all reality.. I hardly give a second thought. I began thinking about the 'what ifs'. Like "what if I never see Emmalee turn 4"... "What if I never hear Joslynn say 'I love you, Aunt Stacey."... "What if I don't get to interrogate Kendra's first boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I began thinking... I'm going to miss those things anyway. Because when I move to Tennessee finally... it's sort of like the Stacey from the middle of nowhere, Michigan will die. Because it's not like I'll be a few towns away. I'll be a few states away... a few... long... hours away. I wont get to see those girls all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to miss those three. But there are things you have to let go of when you have a dream like I have my whole life. I'm going to try to be a better Aunt to those girls... A better sister to my sisters... a better daughter... a better friend. Cause you just never know... cause no matter if I die tomorrow... or move to Tennessee... I'm going to have to say good-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-115267008361323548?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/115267008361323548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=115267008361323548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115267008361323548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115267008361323548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/07/god-and-saying-goodbye.html' title='God And Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-115253737898472885</id><published>2006-07-09T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:43:11.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Stories: week 2</title><content type='html'>listening to: Jerry cutting into the groupnd to put in patio stones, mom &amp; Jen being Mom &amp;amp; Jen, the pool filter, &amp; the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading: The Ishbane Conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of most powerful sermon's that I have ever experienced.  We're in our 2nd of 5 week "Amazing Stories" Series.  Last week was all about Isaac &amp;amp; Abraham and laying down the "Isaac" in our lives. This week the amazing story we focused on was Moses and the Red Sea. About how when we get to the moments in our lives when there's no way out... look to God and see the path he has created. It's there... it's just may be at the bottom of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sermon, Pastor Joel asked those of us who are in a 'no way out' point in our lives for an altar call. It was a really emoional time as the congregation watched our friends and family take their place at the stage. There was hardly an empty space along the front of the stage and not a dry eye in the sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a prayer for those who were dealing with thier "Red Sea" the service was dismissed and something called me up front to comfort a friend of mine. I didn't ask questions. I just hugged them and cried with them. They asked if they could talk to me. I of course agreed and we sat down. It took at lot for them to open up and let go of what was troubling them. I'm greatful that this person could confide in me. I only wish I knew how to help. I gave the only advice that I knew since I have never been in that situation. And I couldn't help but feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty for being as happy as I have been over the past few months. I felt guilty that things are going so well in my life. That things are falling into place when it comes to my moving to Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as we cried together a little more and began to pray together. A "Miracle" happened... I have a certian friend that every time I'm having a bad day or something bad happens just happens to know or something. He's always there. We were praying and I heard the guitar into to one of his band's song playing on the PA. It was the first time I had ever heard him play at my church. I looked up, knowing people were thinking I was insane... most people think that anyway... and said something along the lines of "Now is no the time to be funny up there!" Leslie, my friend and I all laughed and I just had to call my friend whom was playing. I got his voicemail. But I had to let him know that he was not only there for me as I comforted a friend, but he was there for my friend who needed it and he didn't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the point in my blog where I was going to try to be all wise and junk by quoting "My Savior, My God" by: Aaron Shust. Teling you, my dear reading friend, that I was at one of the "Red Sea" moments in my life not 2 months ago... wait... it was... 2 months... today. well the last day of it anyway. God speaking to me telling me "You're not supposed to understand, you're supposed to just do as I tell you." and using the lines from that song that say "I am not skilled to understand what God has willed what God has planned." and reminding myself of that daily was my path through the Red Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... now that I have done my daily rambeling... As I read the lyrics to the rest of Aaron's songs I found one more suiting. So I will just leave you to ponder this. And I hope it will help you to look to God and find your path through the Red Sea. In his song "More Wonderful" he says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the world crashes down around me&lt;br /&gt;I know You'll be there to pull me out from the rubble&lt;br /&gt;When my enemy surrounds and I call on Your name&lt;br /&gt;You'll be there to deliver me from my troubled soul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-115253737898472885?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/115253737898472885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=115253737898472885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115253737898472885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115253737898472885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/07/amazing-stories-week-2.html' title='Amazing Stories: week 2'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-115135295750598501</id><published>2006-06-26T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:42:37.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Up My Heart</title><content type='html'>Ok so there's no denying the fact that I have a really big crush on a friend of mine, AJ Cheek from the band Nevertheless. See the guys came in to the station for an interview and stuff before we all headed for lunch and then to a show in Muskegon. But we had a few 'visitors' before we left. Yeah . That's right... thanks to Sierra &amp; Lemke there is no doubt in my mind that AJ knows that I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm down to only 2 fears when it comes to AJ.... 1.. that he may not like me back... and 2... that he may think the only reason I like him is because of his band. If that were the case then I would have crush on every band I've met. Think about it. When I first met eleventyseven... Caleb was VERY single. But Caleb is sort of like my little brother. He likes to pick on me in every way possible and I pick back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a crush on Jon Neufeld. I admit that. But that's behind me. I've been over Jon. Basically we stopped talking and my crushed slowly faded with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's something about AJ. Britanny (Nevertheless' drummer, Adam Rowe's girl friend) asked me on friday what it is about AJ that I like so much. I couldn't give her one thing. He has the most beautiful hazel eyes I've ever seen. His smile makes me giggle like a 13 year old who just discovered boys do NOT have cooties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he teases me about bands that I don't like... one in particular is the most adorable thing I've ever seen. How he brushes his hair to the right side of his forehead every few minutes... His laugh... His enourmous heart... his accent... his southern charm... the list goes on. There's just something about him I just can't seem to shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm writing this in a blog I don't know. I should be telling him. I should have told him on Friday when he &amp;amp; I wer saying goodbye outside of the WaYfm Envoy and the Nevertheless Van. I should have hugged him tighter... held on a little longer... forget that... I just should have told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me... opening up my heart that I have kept locked up tightly for years. I am taking a risk that I'm not used to taking. I'm putting my heart out there for AJ to take for his own... since it is his already... or for him to turn and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way.... AJ... if you're reading this... I am willing to keep this as friendship only. I'd rather have your friendship than nothing at all. I just can't deny my heart any longer. I don't know if this is God's will or not. But if it is... who am I to hide under a rock and not allow his will to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-115135295750598501?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/115135295750598501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=115135295750598501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115135295750598501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115135295750598501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/06/opening-up-my-heart.html' title='Opening Up My Heart'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-115007058279042010</id><published>2006-06-11T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:42:36.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Wann growing out of my head!</title><content type='html'>Oh where to start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Ticket was a blast and a half. I got to see one of my best friends, Wynnde. So that was super cool... Oh my sweet cookies! Did I seriously say 'super cool' *goes back and re-reads* I did... *hangs head in shame*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got to visit with my friends, Brian &amp; Katie from 3:16.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4022087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/320/S4022087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't seen them in a while. So I really geeked when I found out they were going to be there. Wynnde immediatly fell in love with thier music and thier merch table had a really good turn out. They did some really great songs from thier cd "At The Gate" and of course Katie and to go and point me out mentioning WaYfm... The show wasn't for me, Katie. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see the guys from Story Side:B again also. Was really happy about that. Sadly I didn't get to try sushi like I was supposed to. :( Next time guys. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4022071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/320/S4022071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one thing I am the most excited about though (No offense to 3:16 and Story Side:B - cause I saw them a lot more recently) is that I got to see my friends from Nevertheless. Can you believe it's been a year since I last saw them? We hung out quite a bit and a more laughs than should be allowed. For instance... ok there are 5 guys in the band... Joshua (lead vocals), Wann (Adam number Wann (yeah corney joke from Joshua - Wann plays the Bass), AJ (Lead guitar), Brad (Rhythmic guitar) &amp; Rowe (Another Adam who plays drums)... anyway... We were all hang out at the merch table and I was leaning up against a post in the pavilion and Wann was also... I was like laying on it with my right shoulder and my arms wrapped around it for some reason. Wann had his right arm propped above my head (since he's a lot taller than I am) and then Wynnde gave me something to set down next to our stuff and when I turned I ran into Wann's arm. Only thing is when I moved so did his arm... he just left it pressed against my head and said that I tried to take it from him... All I could think of to say was "Wynnde! There's a Wann growing out of my head!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one story of MANY... just know that the guys REALLY liked to tease me! Between Josh and Wynnde I have no idea who enjoyed teasing me more. But I think out of all of them I think Brad got me the best in one shot... Brad... I'll get you back for that one. hahahaha Let's just say that I got so embarassed that I took off running and hid... yeah I don't do that very often! But I probably deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is that Brad, Wann &amp;amp; Rowe wrote "AJ" on the back of AJ's neck so then Brad ended up with "Brad" on the back of his and then Wann got tagged with "A.W." But I saw AJ's first and then I pointed it out to Wynnde as he was walking away and as soon as she saw it we started laughing really hard and he gave us a look of "What'd I do?" So then we later had to explain why we were laughing. He obviously knew it was there. But it was just funny cause Wynnde made the comment of "Someone forgot his name and so they wrote it on his neck to keep track of who's who." hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I am going to get back to work cuase I'm at the Jessie Daniels show right now and I'm supposed to be signing people up for the WaYfm Street Squad and the WaYfm Music Crew.  Now if only people would come out here and sign up... but hey she just started singing "The Noise" and I'm still not seeing anyone coming out so I'm assuming they're enjoying it. THAT'S GREAT NEWS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4022076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/320/S4022076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4022073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/320/S4022073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Adam Rowe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4022072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/320/S4022072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Adam Wann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4022074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/320/S4022074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'd be Brad&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4022077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/320/S4022077.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That's AJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-115007058279042010?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/115007058279042010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=115007058279042010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115007058279042010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/115007058279042010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/06/theres-wann-growing-out-of-my-head.html' title='There&apos;s a Wann growing out of my head!'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-114965505239566882</id><published>2006-06-07T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:42:36.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Guts</title><content type='html'>"Raindrops" by: Armor For Sleep&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;So I was at the WaYfm werbsite, http://www.way.fm tonight watching videos when one REALLY stuck out at me. It's a song I've known inside and out for a long time.. but I guess... like something else in my life... I never really let it 'grab a hold of me' until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad, Natalie's boyfiend and a good friend of mine has this thing he likes to tease us girls (Natalie, Wynnde, Leslie &amp;amp; I) about. He says we need to 'grow girl guts'. Since none of us... ok well... not Leslie... are really bad at being risk takers. This is something I'm sure you're WELL aware of by now that I have a problem with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well something really BIG is about to happen to me. No I'm not saying "Oo! I can predict the future!" Cause I can't. This is something I've known about and have been planning. Well the time is LITTERALLY moments away and I am on pins and needles so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the comment to Wynnde a little earlier about how I am both extremely excited and more nervous than I have ever been in my life. I truly mean that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what God has planned. I don't know why this is happening. I wasn't even supposed to be there. But here I am... with the clock ticking down to this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I... ok lay here... in my room only lit by the screen from my monitor... my mind begins to wander to that moment. That first initial moment. What's going to happen? How will I react? What will be the outcome? All these questions and many senarios that poor Wynnde has had to endure over and over hearing about have been bouncing off the shell of my brain like a ping pong ball in mid play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. When I do... it's restless and for short periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget focusing on one certain thing. My mind keeps drifting to this day... this hour.. this second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked yesterday by lead singer, Lu from Story Side: B if I was married becuase I wear 2 rings on the ring finger of my left hand and because I am so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to him about the Claudaugh and that I wear it like that because my heart is taken by the man I am going to marry one day.. whomever he may be. I don't know if I have met him yet... but if I have... there's one man that I have my heart set on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Not Jon. Or the guy I met a few months ago that I couldn't stop thinking about. This is a guy that I met a while ago. Someone who I fell for the day I met. But I suppressed it thinking that it could never be and that I needed to focus on what I had and other parts of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feelings have been building up this entire time. Every time his name was brought up. Everytime I heard something that reminded me of him. The feelings built up a little more. Only I didn't know it until I got over the whole Nick thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is what I mean by 'girl guts'. I'm taking a risk of this man reading this and figuring out that it's him before the 'moment' arrives... or even after for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I've done so much rambling.. that I'm quite good at :) I will end now. Sorry for either boring you... or making you go completely crazy out of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ree -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-114965505239566882?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/114965505239566882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=114965505239566882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/114965505239566882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/114965505239566882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/06/girl-guts.html' title='Girl Guts'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-114908206218168348</id><published>2006-05-31T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:42:36.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emberlight</title><content type='html'>Last night I got a call from my good friend, Andy saying to get to to a show in GR... one small problem... The Emberlight went on in 45 minutes and it takes Leslie 30 minutes to get to my house and 40 minutes for me to get to GR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we made it for a least one song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised I'd post some pictures so here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4021948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/200/S4021948.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4021954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/200/S4021954.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's Andy in the green jacket - Jeff in the gray t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4021955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/200/S4021955.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my good buddy, Scott who plays drums for The Emberlight... hahaha he ONLY referes to  me as "WaYfm Stacey" cause of my Myspace name hahahaha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4021973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/320/S4021973.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4021972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/320/S4021972.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the girlfriends... my friend, Lauren (pictured with Jeff) &amp; my new friend, Anna (pictured with Andy). HOW CUTE ARE THEY?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and just so you know how crazy my family is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4021959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/320/S4021959.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes... Leslie and I are crazy ones! hahahaha. It's a classic family trait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4021961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/320/S4021961.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Leslie does have her adorable moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/1600/S4021974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6812/2098/320/S4021974.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And no family photo blog would be complete with out one of the "adopted" cousins... I love ya Rachel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-114908206218168348?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/114908206218168348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=114908206218168348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/114908206218168348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/114908206218168348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/05/emberlight.html' title='The Emberlight'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20835919.post-114884926837920379</id><published>2006-05-28T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:42:36.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing touch...</title><content type='html'>Listening to: "Weak" by: JoJo&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;You ever have one  of those days where you just sit back and let everything sink in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having one of those days. I'm just sitting out on my porch listening to music... Surfing the web... Reading my book... And letting the things I've been avoiding become abundantly clear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance... A friend of mine and I are drifting apart. We both have had the "is she mad at me?" talks with a mutual friend of ours. But it doesn't seem to help. I've asked if she's wanted to hang out. But I get the "I have to work." (Which I 100% understand)... Or something else... "I have to see what mom has planned." "I was gonna talk to my boyfriend." That sort of thing. It's always sad when two people lose touch... It's even worse when they're really close. I don't want to lose her friendship. It's been my support through more than I can explain. It's apparent that neither one of us wants to let this go... If we didn't we wouldn't care if the other was mad or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another (more positive) note. I have a crush... I know surprise surprise. But this guy doesn't have a girlfriend he has failed to mention... He doesn't want to be... Um... "Friends"... He's actually someone I know cares about being my friend. In fact 2 of my good friends have mentioned me to him and they said he got all excited and made sure to send a hug or a "hello" and told them how he thought I was 'awesome'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a guy that I've actually had a crush on since I met him almost a year ago. It was one of those "I like him but I'm going to fight it because of another guy" things. When I met him I had a boyfriend... That isn't healthy in ANY situation. Then that ended and I dated another guy.... So when that ended I thought "he has to have a girl friend... Someone like him couldn't be single."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well much to my surprise... I let go of one crush... Then another one... Then this guy that I had been "fighting" had come back into my life... Even though he was never really "gone". I got a call from a friend of mine who had just talked to him he had to pass along the "hello" and such... Then I got ANOTHER call from another friend who had also just talked to him on another day... She wanted to let me know about seeing him and such... The crush was no longer something I could fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no boyfriends... No other crushes... Only him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm going to do if I get shot down again. I don't mean anything rash... I just mean I'm friends with this guy. I mean I don't want my crush on him to ruin our friendship. Not to mention I'm about to go see him again here in a bit and I don't want it to be all awkward... You know. But from what I hear about how he acts when I'm not around the possibilities of that are slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PRAY FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20835919-114884926837920379?l=staceyree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/feeds/114884926837920379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20835919&amp;postID=114884926837920379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/114884926837920379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20835919/posts/default/114884926837920379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceyree.blogspot.com/2006/05/losing-touch.html' title='Losing touch...'/><author><name>Stacey Ree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004950426428792822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qC0z3o7gso8/R8bwuxTOyEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VnQDThRwusE/S220/l_de52e5947629ef204fce4337b382fe8e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
