Monday, November 29, 2004

I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas

When I was out shopping with my mom on Friday, by far my favorite thing about the holiday season took place...I heard the Hippopotamus song for the first time this year! My sophomore year in college, my roommate and I would turn this song up every time it came one (which was every morning at least!) If I could find this ring tone to download on my phone, I would. Jenn, this one's for you! =0) Merry Christmas!

I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas

I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a Hippopotamus will do
Don’t wanna a doll
No dinky-tinker toy
I want a hippopotamus
To play with and enjoy
I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas
I don’t think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won’t have to use
A dirty chimney flue
Just bring him threw the front door
That’s the easiest thing to do
I can see me now on Christmas morning
Creeping down the stairs
Oh, a joy and what surprise
When I open up my eyes
To see a Hippo-Hero standing there
I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a Hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses
I only like Hippopotamuses
And Hippopotamuses like me too
Mom says a Hippo will eat me up, but then
Teacher says a Hippo is a vegetarian
There’s lots of room for him
In our two car garage
I’d feed him there, and wash him there, and give him his massage
I can see me now on Christmas morning
Creeping down the stairs
Oh, a joy and what surprise
When I open up my eyes
To see a Hippo-Hero standing there
I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a Hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroseses
I only like Hippopotamuseses
And Hippopotamuses like me too

Monday, November 22, 2004

Mod Podge

This will probably be the most random of any of my random thoughts ever, but I don’t care, I’m sharing anyway! =0)


First, Lindsy and Grant both made mention of the Dictionary of Names site, so I decided to check it out. Not sure that was a good thing. Though fairly accurate, I don’t sound like a very pleasant person. That could explain a lot of things, though.

Your name of Stacey has created a practical, responsible, stable nature, and you desire to direct the efforts of others rather than to take order or ask permission. You have a determined, self-reliant, capable nature and resent any interference, although in your desire to help you are inclined to become involved in the lives and decisions of other people. You like to make your own decisions and to be the master of your domain. You feel a limitation in your own expression when it is necessary to reach another through tact and understanding. Although you are honest and fair, a directness in speech is a source of much consternation to you, and you often regret what you say. You also have a tendency to worry. It causes you to be too serious, and interferes with happiness and relaxation that comes with naturalness of expression. Health weaknesses centre in the head appearing as headaches, head colds, and eye, teeth, ear, or sinus problems.


Here are some other thoughts that have gone through my head (or come out of my mouth) the last few days:

Taco Bueno has indefinitely stopped putting tomatoes on their menu items due to the hurricane in Florida. Though not the end of the world, one of the reasons I prefer Taco Bueno is because they put tomatoes on their tacos.

My life is pathetic because I spend 90% of my Friday nights in this manner: get off work (most likely late), go to the grocery store or run errands, go home and watch TV till I fall asleep (which is often before 10 p.m.). My Saturday’s are often the same, without the work part.

My life isn’t as pathetic as it seems because 1) I don’t have a cat and 2) I don’t dance with it! (Trying to think positive here!)

It is WRONG to start playing Christmas songs all day, every day on the radio before Thanksgiving. It’s even “wronger” to run head first into a Christmas tree when you’re going to change the server tapes (thank you Christian Services for this experience). =0)

Office Christmas parties are for the birds, which is why I’m boycotting mine this year. I have decided to just forego the whole process of praying I’ll get sick so that I don’t have to attend – I just told them I wouldn’t be attending this year. I hate the office Christmas party. It is the only time of the year I feel like it really SUCKS to be single. There are so many reasons for why I feel this way, so that might have to be a blog of its own.

Keith Urban is by far the sexiest man alive (but People Magazine didn’t ask me).

At this very moment, someone in my office is popping popcorn and it smells like a wet diaper. I want to puke!

Well, that’s it for today. Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

The Quiz

Since I was feeling the need to change my blog entry, I’m taking a cue from Lindsy and posting one of these email survey’s I received yesterday.

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Stacey Kaye _______


3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Teresa cleaning up her Sonic coke that she just split all over the floor & “You’re Still the One” on the radio.

4. WHAT'S THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Brown Sugar & Cinnamon Quaker Oatmeal Square

5. DO YOU WISH ON STARS? Sometimes. Hasn't worked yet.



8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Some guy who is bringing a shuttle bus for our transportation ministry to look at.

9. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS? Of course (okay, with questions like this, are you really going to say no – but my answer was honest).

10. HOW OLD ARE YOU TODAY? 30, but 31 is too close for comfort.

11. FAVORITE DRINK? Grape Shasta

12. FAVORITE SPORT? Baseball

13. HAIR COLOR? Dark brown

14. WHO WOULD YOU MEET IF IT COULD BE ANYONE DEAD OR ALIVE? My Grandpa Wayne or my sister, Michelle.


16. SIBLINGS: 1 - a brother, Brad

17. FAVORITE MONTH? December. I generally have the most time off work that month.


19. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Amelie (yes, I finally watched it! And what’s scary is that I AM Amelie!)

20. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR? I don't think I have one.

21. WHAT DO YOU DO TO VENT ANGER? Walk it off.

22. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD? Jenny Doll (This is what Jenny would look like if she hadn't been so loved. My Jenny's head is barely attached to her body). I was also a big fan of Barbie.

23. SUMMER OR Winter? Summer

24. HUGS OR KISSES? What are kisses? I'll have to go with hugs.

25. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Both - I like them mixed together.

26. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE/ E-MAIL BACK? Of course (again, are you really going to say no?)

27. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Rachel (though, at this point, she hasn't.)

28. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? This question is just wrong.

29. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS? Rent a condo with Jeana.

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Last night (7th Heaven was sad)

31. WHO IS THE FRIEND YOU HAVE HAD THE LONGEST? Melissa Nuss & Jill (Dietz) Blackwell. I’ve been friends with them both since the teen years.

32. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? Washed crock pots from BK the night before, unloaded the dish washer, put away my Halloween decorations, cleaned out the fogger machine, took out the trash, watched 7th Heaven & American Dreams, talked to And on the phone, and paid my bills.

33. FAVORITE SMELLS? Men's cologne or anything baking

34. WHAT INSPIRES YOU? People who can make the most of the worst situations and don't compromise their character in the process.

35. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? Ferris Wheels & not having any family left (being alone)


37. FAVORITE CAR? What ever I can afford that won't break down.

38. FAVORITE FLOWER? Tulips & White Daisies



41. WHAT DID YOU DO ON YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY? Spent it in bed - sick and without a voice. I had to postpone the celebration for a week.


43. HOW MANY CITIES HAVE YOU LIVED IN? 3 (if you consider Anthony a “city”).

44. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW? Crossing Jordan, American Dreams, 7th Heaven, Law & Order SVU, CSI, ER, Third Watch (my VCR is always running!)

45. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CARTOON CHARACTER? Dopey (but if Muppets count, then its Animal.)

Wednesday, November 10, 2004


Only a select few are going to really find the humor in this, but today’s entry is about Patsy.

Patsy is our Onsite Property Manager. Actually her last name is the same as mine, so we’re pretty tight. She’s a nice lady, but she’ll talk your ear off so you better be prepared to be on the phone for a while if you call her with a problem. And don’t get her started on Bob. She doesn’t like Bob much. Bob is the manager for the Home Owner’s Association (takes care of the clubhouse, pool, etc.) Luckily Patsy and Bob both seem to like me, so I can get things done quicker than some (though I’m still waiting for someone to seal my windows so I don’t have cold air blowing in. Maybe today?)

The reason this entry is dedicated to Patsy is because of an observation I have recently made. For anyone living in The Crossings, you probably see Patsy pretty regularly. She’s always walking through the edition. I leave in the morning…she’s out walking. I come home at lunch…she’s out walking. I come home after work…she’s out walking. Even if I run home randomly during the day…she’s out walking. I ALWAYS see Patsy out walking. She has to be in excellent shape because I think that’s all she does all day. Walk and talk to people she meets along the way.

I like to walk, but I can’t imagine walking all day in that neighborhood. There’s no outlet and it’s not a big edition. There’s not a lot to see. I would get bored, but not Patsy. She’s always out walking.
So if you’re ever in the neighborhood and see a white haired (maybe it’s really light blonde) lady walking around – most likely wearing a visor…That’s Patsy. But don’t bother to try to get her attention. She probably won’t even notice you’re there (she gets very focused when she walks – must be something about the last name).

Monday, November 08, 2004

The Frog Man

Don’t ask me why, but I had some flashback to my younger days this weekend that reminded me of something I think I’ve tried to repress, but probably has a lot to do with why I have the “relationship issues” I have now.

What could be so traumatizing from my childhood that it still haunts me today? Three words “The Frog Man,” a.k.a. Frog Man Eddie or Eddie Ford.

Now I’m not being mean by calling him “The Frog Man.” This was a self-proclaimed nickname. You see, I met The Frog Man at my beloved Silver Maple Camp at the age of nine. For those not familiar with SMC, it has a large pond/small lake that is the home to many water-type creatures – especially bull frogs. Eddie lived for two things – catching bull frogs and professing his undying love for me.

I’m not sure how I became the object of his juvenile obsession, but I would have gladly shared the wealth with any of my female co-campers. Eddie used to follow me everywhere. He would go out of his way to get as close to me as possible. He’d chase me multiple times a day from the chapel or mess hall back to the girl’s side of camp. The cabins were my refuge. He put me in tears so many times that first year at camp that our counselors has to impose a “restraining order” on him. He was not aloud to sit by or near me, but he’d still find ways to torment me.

And this wasn’t just a first year thing. This went on for YEARS! Every year, I’d get to camp and start praying that The Frog Man wouldn’t be there – no such luck. The “chasing” did eventually let up and I developed this amazing skill of ignoring him, but he still continued to be my shadow. I remember on one occasion, we were going on a hay-rack ride and he came and sat close by. The male counselor sitting next to me (yes, I had to have male counselor body guards) reminded him he wasn’t allowed to sit next to me. Frog man responded by saying “I’m not sitting NEXT to her, I’m just sitting close enough to her so I can LOOK at her.” Oh, brother!

I know I should be flattered, but it was creepy. No girl in grade school should have to deal with a “stalker”. And thanks to my early on experience with The Frog Man, I avoided boys a whole lot longer than normal. I’m still not sure why me? I have always been a magnet for guys weird guys (oh, yes, there are more, but we’ll save those for a later blog).

So where is The Frog Man now? WHO CARES! Once I hit my teen years, I started attending another session of camp and was finally free of the Frog Man. Actually the last time I heard, I think he had either joined the army or was in jail or both…I don’t know for sure – something with a lot of structure. I’m sure if he’s in jail, it’s for stalking someone or ignoring a restraining order.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

Scary Movies

Okay, so last night I went to go see The Grudge (which, can I say that this link even freaks me out) with some friends after church. I know there are some out there that weren’t that impressed, but since I’m so jumpy, I was completely freaked out. What really got me was the scene of the lady in her bed. I won’t share details, but it only seems logical to me when you’re scared to run and jump in your bed and hide under the covers. Not sure about this anymore. If you’re not safe in your own bed, where are you safe?

Now if you’re like me, when you see movies like this, you’re sitting there saying – out loud – “what are you thinking?!?” No wonder people in scary movies get killed. They’re STUPID! This was just reinforced last night, so here is my brief attempt at a guide of “how not to get killed in a horror movie.” Feel free to add to the list.

1. If you hear a scary noise, do not go “check it out” especially by yourself and without some weapon to protect yourself.

2. Do NOT take the stairs. Don’t go upstairs, don’t go down stairs, don’t go in the stairwell. Bad things happen when stairs are involved.

3. Never return to the scene of the crime. When you know that something bad has happened in a house, a school, anywhere - don’t go back there! If you were fortunate enough to get out the first time, you probably won’t be the second time.

4. Don’t date someone who seems to have involved themselves in some horrific quest. The significant other ALWAYS dies.

5. If you ring the doorbell and no one answers, but the door is unlocked, don’t go inside.

6. NEVER under any circumstances go up into the attic or the down into the basement. Bad things happen in attics and basements.

7. Never leave the office late at night by yourself. Actually being at work late at night by yourself is never a good thing because that “night watchmen” hired by your company to keep you safe will not protect you and most likely, will die himself.

8. Stay away from the creepy kid. No matter how sorry you feel for the kid, the creepy kid will always be your demise (especially if it cries like a cat!)

9. If scary things have been happening to you all evening, do not open the door. No matter who you think it is, DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR! It will always lead to your demise.

10. If you think there is something in or under your bed, don’t look. RUN!!!!!!!

Monday, November 01, 2004

Some Day My Prince Will Come...

Me & Kim at the Halloween Party Posted by Hello

Unlike my Disney look-alike, this is not a song that I go around singing right now. This thought has spurred on my top 5 reasons why my “Prince” is MIA…

1. He ran off with a dwarf. It wouldn’t be the first “prince” in my life to do that.
2. He clothes lined himself riding his white stallion through the forest and developed amnesia.
3. He was riding his white stallion across I-40 and got hit by a Mack truck.
4. He’s directionally challenged and lost in the woods somewhere
5. He married Sleeping Beauty. He prefers blondes.