tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28643253472549619812024-03-12T19:49:19.527-06:00My Brain in Blog FormatThe product of a disorganized mess, hardly any logic, every bit of imagination, and of course ADHDstacefacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09955917753386480442noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864325347254961981.post-2148038823752978072011-05-11T22:21:00.000-06:002011-05-13T14:36:02.758-06:00HiI graduated college! I had to move back into my parents house for the summer until I start working in the fall and making some money. I am driving them insane. My mom said she was going to force me to take my ADHD meds if I didn't calm down because I was too hyper and was stressing the dog out. Oh yea mom? That's a really good idea considering I have been out of pills for three weeks (I didn't say that to her because we were watching The Voice and a really good contestant was about to sing). I think there are perks for having me back. I am really good at making salsa, spaghetti sauce, and cookies, and personally I think I'm hilarious. I haven't spilled anything on their carpet yet. I guess that means I'm growing up.<br />
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Also, people have been annoying me when texting me. If I get one more ellipses (...) after a text I'm going to flip.<br />
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Here's a video I love to watch<br />
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Me (thinking): Oh new message? that's weird.<br />
Random person: How old are you?<br />
Me: 13<br />
Random person: Do you have a big butt?<br />
Me: I'm calling Chris Hansen<br />
Random person: Who's that?<br />
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Needless to say I resigned that game.<br />
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If you want to play with me my name is staceyfaceywacy. I won't get too mad if you talk to me just don't go into creep mode like sir rando (mentioned above). I warn you though, I've been known to get 70 point words.<br />
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First you need some background. I have been coloring since I was first able to hold a crayon. My mom is a master colorer and trained me well. I learned at a young age many techniques such as outlining the picture and coloring in the same direction. She taught me that if you focus really hard and stick your tongue out of the side of your mouth you will color better (just try it). When the day came where I received my first 94 box of crayons with a built in sharpener, I knew I was on the fast track to coloring success.<br />
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As I grew up, I experimented coloring with colored pencils and markers, still nothing could compare to the waxy greatness of a crayon. I remember being told by my 6th grade teacher that my map of the United States was colored very neatly. This is when my ego started to grow out of control. It continued to grow pretty steadily throughout the years and spiked again in high school. During the second semester of my freshman year I bought myself a box of 120 crayons. Can you believe it? They come in packs of 120! I was soon able to name the color of every crayon in the box just by looking at it (If you are thinking that I am a loser with too much time on their hands I know you are just jealous).<br />
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The highlight of my coloring career came on graduation day in high school. My friends and I decided to go to Outback Steakhouse. I of course got a kids menu and a box of crayons. I spent the whole dinner coloring this picture of something weird and Australian, probably a dingo. It was obviously beautifully colored. This is when my friend Heather said, "Wow Stacey, you are a really good colorer." My ego exploded and I then knew that I could out color anyone who challenged.<br />
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After this I was cocky,I mean really really cocky. I did not need to practice coloring at all. The day came when my roommate Trina challenged me to a coloring contest. We each colored a giant page of my Dora the Explorer Dinosaur coloring book. We took pictures of the final product with our phones and sent them out to our friends to vote. Trina won! I was pissed.<br />
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This taught me an important life lesson and now I wont be so cocky about coloring. I have been practicing a lot and hopefully win if we have a re-match.stacefacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09955917753386480442noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864325347254961981.post-17493261437773342332010-08-05T14:52:00.003-06:002010-08-05T15:13:54.535-06:00I hope this makes you all very happyHi everyone! I am sorry I haven't blogged in a long time. I have so many things to tell you! I was reading the Tosh.0 blog (read it) and it reminded me of something that makes everyone happy. Right now I'm running short on time so I thought I would show you some videos about this something.....PANDAS! You have probably have seen some of these before but they never get old.<br />
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I will probably put a cute thing on my blog every week because it is hard to find a tool of the week these days. Since Jersey Shore aired people realized what douche bags they were and got real with their life.<br />
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Fact: It is physically impossible for someone to be sad while looking at a panda<br />
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My friends Trina, Katie, and I wanted to learn how to sing. We thought Youtube would be a good place to start and this is who we found.stacefacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09955917753386480442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864325347254961981.post-88559832386824435832009-11-16T21:30:00.000-07:002009-11-16T21:30:36.077-07:00This time of year has got me reminiscing...Penny Lane was a special Beta fish that lived in a bowl, on Stacey’s desk. She loved to watch TV and Stacey doing homework. The days went on leading up to November 28th Stacey’s birthday! Stacey was going to have a very special ugly sweater birthday party the week before.<br />
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It was finally the night of the party. The keg was tapped and the sweaters were on. Everyone was having such a great time. Stacey wanted to share her great time with Penny Lane. She brought up Penny Lane and fed her a little bit of birthday cake. <br />
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The next morning Stacey awoke to a fish bowl full of birthday cake! “How did this happen?” Stacey thought. She new at once she must clean out her fish bowl. During this cleaning she was talking to her roommates about how one time her sister dropped her fish down the sink. She looked down and realized Penny Lane was gone!!! She was down the sink! Stacey reached her hand down the drain and felt Penny Lane flopping around. After many failed attempts, Stacey pulled Penny Lane out alive. From that day on Penny Lane swam like a cork screw.<br />
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When it was time to visit home for Thanksgiving break Stacey brought Penny Lane along with. Stacey’s mom thought that it would be a good idea for Penny Lane to stay at home until Stacey returned for winter break. It was a sad couple weeks for Stacey without her friend. She counted down the days until she could see her again. When the day came for these friends to be united, Stacey raced home to her parent’s house and ran through the doors. She looked everywhere but could not find Penny Lane! She asked her mom who nonchalantly told her that Penny Lane died the day after she left back after Thanksgiving break. She forgot to tell her! It was a very sad day indeed for Stacey.stacefacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09955917753386480442noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864325347254961981.post-35549940509056204512009-11-12T16:16:00.004-07:002009-11-12T16:21:17.531-07:00It's events like these that make me realize how awesome my life is...Last night, roommate Kaitlyn and I went to this speaker thing on Mental Health awareness for this campus project we are a part of. We went early because we had to volunteer. We were in the bathroom talking about how Kaitlyn couldn't pee because she was pee shy. It was one of those stall to stall conversations. When I was washing my hands she was still in the stall telling me about how it sucks to have a tiny bladder and was going on and on. In the middle of her story a lady walked in the bathroom. Kaitlyn kept going with her story until I "shhhed." This lady heard about Kaitlyn's small bladder issues. We laughed and thought “no big deal we will never see her again.” <br />
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Fast forward 15 minutes...<br />
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At the beginning of this presentation the opening speaker welcomed the first lady of Colorado to this presentation. The first lady stood up and IT WAS THE LADY THAT WAS IN THE BATHROOM!!! So now the Governor of Colorado’s wife knows about Kaitlyn's peanut sized bladder.stacefacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09955917753386480442noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864325347254961981.post-5137899961192183402009-11-09T21:09:00.001-07:002011-03-06T16:26:32.540-07:00Tool of the Week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">***I decided to delete the tool's pictures because I didn't want to be a cyber bully.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Some things I would like to tell you:<br />
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1.Today I walked around the entire library before realizing my pants were on backwards.Just another day in the life of Stacey.<br />
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2.I woke up sunday morning with Michael Vicks signature on my arm...NOT OKAY!<br />
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3. At Taco Bell the ther day I slipped on the ice and ate it. I threw my food at my roommate on accident. My knee popped and it still hurts.When I got home I realized they put beef in my food when I specifically made clearly not to do because I am a vegetarian. I had to go back and they gave me free cinnimon twists (probably because I was so nice to them even though I was secretly LIVID!) <br />
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4. I was Lady Ga Ga and Luigi for Halloween. What were you? I will probably put pictures up cause I worked hard on the outfits. <br />
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PS I didn't wear a Luigi hat due to my abnormally large sized head and I was not being a slut intentially when I was Lady Ga Ga...she really wore that and I love her.<br />
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Character: You are a 20 year old (almost 21!) short blond girl named Stacey. You are not that strong physically but super sassy. You tend to get scared really easily.<br />
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Setting: Greeley Colorado. It’s a small rural farm town that is full of so many gangs! You live a little too close to the railroad tracks if you know what I mean. Next to your house there is a concert venue. Your back lot is a scary and dark. It is 9:30 at night and really, really dark and cold.<br />
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Situation: It is Wednesday and you are taking the 1/4th Latina you have in you to make a meal for your friends. You decide to taste test the green chili. It was the spiciest food you have ever tasted!!! Oh no you are out of tomatoes to help neutralize it!!! You have to drive to the grocery store with your friends to get more! You hop into your Jeep to drive to the store. On your way to pull on to the street you look to your left. There are two gangsters spray painting “18th street gang” on the concert venue. One gangster stops and just stares at you. He has a mean fearless look in his face while his friend continues spray painting. You drive off really scared and call your roommates to tell them to lock themselves inside. Then you call 911. The dispatcher is really worried. Your roommate calls you and tells you the police want to talk to you. When you get home you see a super sexy police man whose muscles seem to be about to pop out of his uniform. He asks you to file a witness report. You tell him everything. You think to yourself, “what if this gangster gets mad that you told on him and kills you!?” The end<br />
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I was scared. Now reading this story I feel that I overreacted.<br />
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I with wish that I would of thought to tell the police man that as a witness, I do not feel safe at home so maybe I should sleep at his house ;) He can pull me over any time.stacefacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09955917753386480442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864325347254961981.post-55536340004952327072009-10-19T21:35:00.004-06:002009-10-20T00:16:04.124-06:00Not sure if I should be offended or not....Have you ever gone to the website textsfromlastnight.com? It is a really funny website where people submit ridiculous texts they received. Each text starts off by the area code. I logged on expecting many laughs but instead found a text that possibly could have been about me!!!! A not nice one I might add.<br />
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(303): She said she had a thing for dinosaurs.Come get me now!<br />
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303 is my area code!!! I love dinosaurs. I love to talk about dinosaurs...especially when I drink. I’m not sure if I have ever said that I had a "thing" for dinosaurs. Dinosaurs are not a fetish of mine...It is just an interest of mine.<br />
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Anyway, there are probably many girls in the 3oh!3 that love dinosaurs but this made me very sad. Maybe this is why I am still single.<br />
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Also, I think tomorrow I will write a blog about why dinosaurs are so cool.stacefacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09955917753386480442noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864325347254961981.post-56519546985804659322009-10-14T18:31:00.000-06:002009-10-14T18:31:11.377-06:00Just a few things1. I went to visit my sister this afternoon for lunch cause it was her birthday yesterday. She told me she won a Snuggie yesterday. I tried it on.....feels like a hug from Jesus.<br />
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2. This is a very funny video you should watch.<br />
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3. On my way to see my sister I accidentally cut off a former professor of mine. I got nervous that she knew who I was so I pretended like I was crying so she would think I am just having a bad day and forgive me for cutting her off.stacefacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09955917753386480442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864325347254961981.post-67573851292333869652009-10-11T21:38:00.001-06:002009-10-11T21:46:46.193-06:00Videos to watch when you are sad<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cIwTYL1fwJk&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cIwTYL1fwJk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
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</div>I got this Shannon Sharpe mask at the Broncos vs. Browns game a couple of weeks ago. They had these because Shannon was being inducted into the ring of fame during half time. My whole family cried when we saw it. We get very emotional about the Broncos.<br />
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I really love this mask a lot because he is my favorite player ever! He is really funny too. I think I will post a clip of him doing something funny.<br />
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Ohhh and I think that Shannon Sharpe and I have a lot of things in common. Our initials are the same and we are both full of sass.<br />
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I also have some other news. I was talking to my dog Millie today and I decided to do an experiment. I wanted to see if she could understand me. So I thought that I would speak her her in English and then in a made up language. I first said, "Hey, can you understand me?" She wagged her tail. Then I said, "Chang chong wang wong." She didn't wag her tail. I now know she can understand me.stacefacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09955917753386480442noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864325347254961981.post-38722356357973219522009-10-03T22:39:00.001-06:002009-10-03T22:41:08.874-06:00SorryI'm sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been taking a lot of naps. I had to go home to my parents house this weekend cause my little sister had homecoming, I am going to the Bronco game, AND I'm getting a haircut. I thought I would let you know that my parents are annoyed again with me.This time its cause I keep singing "Dirty Diana" by Michael Jackson. Oh boy, I sure do miss him. I also thought I'd let you know that I thought the words to the song by Billy Ocean were, "get out of my fridge, get into my car." The words are really, "get out of my DREAMS, get into my car." As you can probably tell, I've been listening to a lot of 80's music lately. This is because my roommate is having an 80's party Wednesday.stacefacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09955917753386480442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864325347254961981.post-74379998166546069662009-09-28T14:15:00.000-06:002009-09-28T14:15:58.297-06:00I just figured out something about meI ALWAYS walk in on people before they hookup. Not on purpose. The mood is always ruined. That got me thinking that I am birth control in human form. Who knows what these peoples shenanigans could of led to if I had not intervened. Babies could be popping out everywhere! You're welcome friends.stacefacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09955917753386480442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864325347254961981.post-12900518808263321022009-09-28T09:55:00.001-06:002011-03-06T16:28:45.416-07:00Tool of the Week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>*** I decided to delete the Tool'spictures because I didn't want to be a cyber bully.<br />
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"Yea that's Jack Elway's towel on my bed."<br />
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"Which Range Rover are you talking about? A lot of kids at my school drive Range Rovers and Hummers"<br />
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"I don't have a girlfriend.... I don't even like that girl so come here and kiss me already" (meanwhile his gf is at home and just got her wisdom teeth out)<br />
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"It's okay if you're not as good as me, it's hard to beat me because I'm good at so many different things" <br />
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*A special thanks to Kate for submitting the TOTWstacefacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09955917753386480442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864325347254961981.post-65929780221533828472009-09-27T20:11:00.001-06:002009-09-27T20:13:51.541-06:00RUDE!I was watching TV and this thing came on that reminded me of the movie Ghost. I told my mom I really missed Patrick Swayze. Do you know what she said? She said, "You don't know Patrick Swayze Stacey, so you can't miss him." I was offended. Even though she said something so rude, I will still forgive her because I love her a lot.stacefacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09955917753386480442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864325347254961981.post-61714900762985112652009-09-27T15:31:00.001-06:002009-09-27T20:12:41.482-06:00If you don't believe me I will be really madSo I would like to tell you that I am one fourth Mexican. I really like how I am Mexican but a lot of people don't believe me. My great grandparents on my mom's dad's side were from not only from Mexico but also Apache Indians. I may have blonde hair, blue eyes and skin that burns easily in the sun, but I do have a little Latina in me and I can whip up a batch of salsa like you have never tasted. To help you understand, I have included a family tree.<br />
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Its kinda hard to see, but the red smiley faces mean Mexixcan (I put this color cause it is in the Mexican flag, and is easier to see than green)<br />
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