<?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-2520621538903671022</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:29:38.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now for Something Completly Different</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1392632737370786038</id><published>2010-06-08T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:12:03.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle Cruise Reunion Videos</title><content type='html'>Last November Walt Disney World's World Famous Jungle Cruise Skippers had a reunion over 3 days. Here are the videos. I hope you enjoy the, and keep your eye out for your favorite Skipper ;o)&lt;br /&gt;Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/g98RgdvGJQA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="510" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/g98RgeHNBQA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="510" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-1392632737370786038?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1392632737370786038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1392632737370786038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1392632737370786038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1392632737370786038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2010/06/jungle-cruise-reunion-videos.html' title='Jungle Cruise Reunion Videos'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-7066394510256111742</id><published>2010-01-31T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T07:48:46.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a Big Girl Now!!!!</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of the month on a bad hat hair day I took my picture for my Part time id, and just this week I got my big girl name tag that says Im from my hometown and not my college!!! I am so excited to be a full cast member now!! So here is a picture to see how proud Dug and I are of my new Ids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/S2WmGekqCwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4BW0H1EPy5w/s1600-h/Photo+68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/S2WmGekqCwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4BW0H1EPy5w/s320/Photo+68.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432931155708611330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-7066394510256111742?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/7066394510256111742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=7066394510256111742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7066394510256111742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7066394510256111742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-big-girl-now.html' title='Im a Big Girl Now!!!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/S2WmGekqCwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4BW0H1EPy5w/s72-c/Photo+68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-554007226591020857</id><published>2010-01-11T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:24:00.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle Cruise Commercial</title><content type='html'>With Disney Offering Florida Residents a 4 day pass for $99 they created a commercial for it, and why not use the best attraction ever to promote it??? So I introduce the new Jungle Cruise Commercial!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5rGcLTLOk0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/h5rGcLTLOk0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one question for the makers of this commercial... This video is clearly Disneyland's Jungle Cruise, so why didn't you uses Disney World's Jungle Cruise when you shot a promotion for Florida residents??? Yeah Stewart???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-554007226591020857?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/554007226591020857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=554007226591020857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/554007226591020857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/554007226591020857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2010/01/jungle-cruise-commercial.html' title='Jungle Cruise Commercial'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-8065511539594962134</id><published>2010-01-10T11:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:31:13.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Merry Unbirthday to You!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;My roommates bought the whole set of Disney Wonderland Tea. So last night as Marissa (one of my roommates) and I ventured out into the cold to do some shopping we had this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/S0oqRSsMUJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VDnFVYSCjmA/s320/Photo+57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425195177684521106" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/S0oqRnN7JAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pevzX6Wr3hY/s1600-h/Photo+60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/S0oqRnN7JAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pevzX6Wr3hY/s320/Photo+60.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425195183194711042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;It was delightful!! As I have a new tea I will share more of the crazy tea boxes. There are 12 in all. So there is more madness to be had and shared by all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-8065511539594962134?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/8065511539594962134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=8065511539594962134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8065511539594962134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8065511539594962134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-merry-unbirthday-to-you.html' title='Very Merry Unbirthday to You!!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/S0oqRSsMUJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VDnFVYSCjmA/s72-c/Photo+57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-5664560370285371797</id><published>2010-01-10T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:17:15.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;So I have been bad with my Blog, and by request I am starting to keep it up again. I am going to start rebuilding it... but first some entries!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;So I moved into my new apartment about a month and 1/2 ago. Here are pics of what my room looked like when I first moved in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/S0ojXFGxhkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tkrildeXr-4/s320/Photo+56.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425187580535735874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/S0ojWtd9k4I/AAAAAAAAALo/xw7UhNtIjE0/s320/Photo+55.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425187574190543746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Its not much, but now here is my humble abode now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/S0ol7_ghHyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6vDNavN93GA/s320/Photo+63.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425190413711515426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/S0ol8HwqJxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/U-fajR8412U/s320/Photo+65.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425190415926699794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Now I still have a lot of work, but this is my room!!&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/2520621538903671022-5664560370285371797?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/5664560370285371797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=5664560370285371797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5664560370285371797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5664560370285371797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-apartment.html' title='New Apartment'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/S0ojXFGxhkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tkrildeXr-4/s72-c/Photo+56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-4583272817362054481</id><published>2009-11-11T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:00:17.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Bucket List</title><content type='html'>My days in my internship here is quickly coming to an end I am determined to finish my Disney bucket list.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Restaurants to Eat at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Scifi Drive-In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*-Prime Time Cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*-Hoopdeedoo Review&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Whispering Canyon Cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*-Ohanas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mama Melrose's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rides to Ride because I've never done or its been to long since I've last done them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*-Astro Orbitor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Riverboat: Liberty Belle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*-Backlot Tour (since the Referb)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*-Ellen's Universe of Energy (since the Referb)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*-All of Disney's Animal Kingdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The Great Movie Ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Goofy's Barnstormer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Space Mountain (since the Referb)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Goals:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Get Character signatures on my Disney Canvas Bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Get an Up Bag and Get the Characters to sign in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-See Tiana's Showboat Jubilee (when my friend Luis is performing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-See the Christmas Castle Show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Read the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagineering Field Guide to the Magic Kingdom&lt;/span&gt; in each land the chapter is about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tours:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Keys to the Kingdom Tour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Expedition Adventure Tour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Behind the Scenes Tour: Haunted Mansion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mickey's Magical Milestones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Its a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The Railroad Tour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*=I have done them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have any suggestions on anything thats a MUST do while Im here please feel free to tell me. I want to enjoy the less than 2 months I have to its fullest potential. I know a lot of you are bigger Disney Geeks than I am have have amazing knowledge on making true magical moments around the parks. I am very blessed to have this opportunity, and I am grateful that I love what I am doing, and I am sad that it might be coming to an end... for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-4583272817362054481?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/4583272817362054481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=4583272817362054481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4583272817362054481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4583272817362054481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/11/disney-bucket-list.html' title='Disney Bucket List'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-7174737529586109486</id><published>2009-10-14T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:31:55.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney's Christmas Carol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/StZtYR7KVYI/AAAAAAAAALc/mblmKi5HHKw/s1600-h/Christams+Carol+Train+Tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/StZtYR7KVYI/AAAAAAAAALc/mblmKi5HHKw/s400/Christams+Carol+Train+Tour.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392617867718579586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);   font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-7174737529586109486?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/7174737529586109486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=7174737529586109486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7174737529586109486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7174737529586109486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/10/disneys-christmas-carol.html' title='Disney&apos;s Christmas Carol'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/StZtYR7KVYI/AAAAAAAAALc/mblmKi5HHKw/s72-c/Christams+Carol+Train+Tour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-8150987394570271776</id><published>2009-07-28T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:40:05.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars goes Aquatic!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/Sm9-MYUPHCI/AAAAAAAAALU/UaWqslbgzyE/s1600-h/Yoda+-Mickey+.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/Sm9-MYUPHCI/AAAAAAAAALU/UaWqslbgzyE/s320/Yoda+-Mickey+.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363644432372407330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;Thursday, August 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;Mickey’s Star Wars Pool Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;Patterson Court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt; Pool 6 p.m. – 8 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;Come to the Patterson Court pool to enjoy a Star Wars themed pool party. Jedi Mickey and friends will be on hand to take pictures and there will be a DJ, food, soda, and more.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am so there!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-8150987394570271776?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/8150987394570271776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=8150987394570271776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8150987394570271776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8150987394570271776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/07/star-wars-goes-aquatic.html' title='Star Wars goes Aquatic!!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/Sm9-MYUPHCI/AAAAAAAAALU/UaWqslbgzyE/s72-c/Yoda+-Mickey+.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-5537823095701949291</id><published>2009-07-21T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:41:16.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SmYKqLqmjjI/AAAAAAAAALE/_LqQWbf75ig/s1600-h/wanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SmYKqLqmjjI/AAAAAAAAALE/_LqQWbf75ig/s320/wanda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360984126233415218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One of my biggest fears in the Jungle is to be driving on e of our wheelchair boats and it 10-7's (dies) in the middle of the Jungle, because then it makes it really hard to get the handicapped person off the boat,and if the battery dies then there is no way to get them off. So yesterday evening I was on yet another Jungle Cruise and I was driving the Wanda (one of the wheelchair boats) and I noticed that I had a few kids that were kinda scared so I wasn't  trying to make it any more scary then it already is, so when we pulled up to the temple I made sure not to set it up as super scary and I sat down. But as we hit the first corner in the temple the boat stopped. When it first turned off I thought to myself, no, that did not just happen. So I stood up and put the throttle in neutral, and then I full throttled it forward... nothing. So I got back on the mic and announced that we were having technical difficulties and that I was going to radio for help. But my radio didn't work. I knew the boat behind me was close, so I waited with ALL the lights on so the boat would see me before it hit me, and I asked the Skipper to radio for help. I had a mother on my boat while waiting for help, if there was a bathroom because her 3 yr old had to go. I told her "what you see is what have." and then she asked if she could hold her over the side of the boat while she went. I told her that it is illegal in the U.S. to expose your child in public. I had a couple of my kids tell me why they were scared, and i had one kid drive the non moving boat. I think it was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SmYLCTeZwmI/AAAAAAAAALM/F4xKJLiO92k/s320/temple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360984540646589026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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/2520621538903671022-5537823095701949291?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/5537823095701949291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=5537823095701949291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5537823095701949291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5537823095701949291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-7.html' title='10-7'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SmYKqLqmjjI/AAAAAAAAALE/_LqQWbf75ig/s72-c/wanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6667937724049894205</id><published>2009-07-20T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:43:53.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wet Cruise</title><content type='html'>My roommate Bethany rode my cruise a few weeks back, and it had been raining heavily all day. I don't wear my rain gear because I am so hot that putting on the coat would just make it stick to me. so for the most part, most days i look like a drown rat. So here are some pictures from that nigh time raining cruise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(112, 112, 112); font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.imageloop.com/swf/looopSlider2.swf" height="236" width="477" style="width:477px;height:236px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.imageloop.com/swf/looopSlider2.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=34f02eba-49c2-1eba-8a6e-12313b001801&amp;amp;c=01,01,02,01"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p lang="en" lang="en" style="width:477px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageloop.com/setuplooop.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Your pictures and fotos in a slideshow on MySpace, eBay, Facebook or your website!" src="http://st.imageloop.com/_img/bt_myo_new.gif" style="border:none;display:inline" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageloop.com/slideshow/34f02eba-49c2-1eba-8a6e-12313b001801" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="view all pictures of this slideshow" src="http://st.imageloop.com/_img/bt_vap_new.gif" style="border:none;display:inline;vertical-align:top;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6667937724049894205?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6667937724049894205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6667937724049894205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6667937724049894205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6667937724049894205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/07/wet-cruise.html' title='A wet Cruise'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6038163707609200151</id><published>2009-07-20T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:37:20.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between them....</title><content type='html'>So yesterday i was in weird sorts in the Jungle. I extended my shift on a very little sleep, so that might have something to do with it. But i had fun all day, so don't get me wrong. My cruises were more fun than usual because of doing the same ol same ol i talked/bothered the people as they came in, so i guess they were more receptive to what i was saying. &lt;div&gt;I had a couple that gave a patronizing laugh every time i did a joke they had heard before (i guessed by their lanyards they'd been to Disney a few dozen times) but really laughed when I said something they hadn't heard, but i liked when they gave their fake laugh because it made me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a kid at the part when we state the Jungle Cruise pledge or whatever to make it back at the beginning of the cruise the kid front a center said that he hoped we didn't make it back. So i said to the kid "you hope we don't make it back" he said "no, i mean yes. i wanna stay here in the jungle." so i stopped the boat completely and told him to get out. the whole boat laughed so hard. I didn't mean it to be funny to anyone, i just want to confuse the kid. So the rest of the cruise he was fun, and i gave him a Skippers License at the end, i told him it was cause i liked him so much. the kid must have been 12. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my favorite cruise by far was a cruise there were a bunch of talkative kids that were really listening to everything i was saying. but when i asked if anyone knew the difference between an alligator and a crocodile.. one kid said tv, another kid oh i know the zoo, and a third kid said no its Epcot... i cried laughing so hard that i drove completely by Shwittzer Falls. I must have missed at least 5 long jokes on that cruise because of the kid antics. It was so much fun. I told the boat at unload thank you for entertaining me on the ride, that i had never been so entertained on my tour before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were more fun cruises, and i meet 3 families from Miami, and a family from Cuba... So Yeah, yesterday was a fun day in the jungle for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6038163707609200151?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6038163707609200151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6038163707609200151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6038163707609200151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6038163707609200151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/07/difference-between-them.html' title='The difference between them....'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6612941348647341350</id><published>2009-07-14T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:26:50.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't call it a come back...</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you the Jungle Cruise Skipper National Anthem: &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4WinbT34f8M&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/4WinbT34f8M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6612941348647341350?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6612941348647341350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6612941348647341350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6612941348647341350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6612941348647341350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-call-it-come-back.html' title='Don&apos;t call it a come back...'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-8229474056702966405</id><published>2009-04-25T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:16:01.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney and Earth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SfM3PPqCCxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XbTHwKhwq1o/s1600-h/disneys+nature-earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SfM3PPqCCxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XbTHwKhwq1o/s320/disneys+nature-earth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328663519149820690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;img height="12" src="http://www.wdwpress.com/mousemail/images/mick_green.gif" width="14" border="0" /&gt;Disney's 60-Year Pledge to Environment Continues&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://link/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 51); "&gt;&lt;img alt="Disney's 60-Year Pledge to Environment Continues" hspace="5" src="http://www.wdwpress.com/mousemail/images/thumbs/April/bambi_deer_thumb.jpg" align="right" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With an environmental legacy that spans more than 60 years, &lt;i&gt;The Walt Disney Company&lt;/i&gt;&amp;amp;reg is dedicated to preserving the planet for future generations. Building on this legacy, Disney recently announced long-term environmental goals to reduce emissions, waste, electricity and fuel use, as well as the company's impact on water and ecosystems. The Company is committed to minimizing its overall impact on the environment while encouraging and activating environmentally responsible behavior on the part of Cast Members and employees, guests and business associates throughout the world. This edition of MouseMail highlights some of the many ways &lt;i&gt;Walt Disney World&lt;/i&gt;&amp;amp;reg Resort celebrates the environment on Earth Day and throughout the year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;img height="12" src="http://www.wdwpress.com/mousemail/images/mick_green.gif" width="14" border="0" /&gt;Environmental Initiatives Impact Bottom Line&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conserving resources isn't just good for the environment, it's good for business. In fact, numerous Walt Disney World environmental initiatives are making an impact on the bottom line. For example, modifications to the company's linen washing process is saving 29 million gallons of water each year - enough to fill the aquarium at The Seas with Nemo and Friends six times. Similarly, the replacement of 194,000 incandescent light bulbs with more efficient lighting in resort hotels is saving 26 million kilowatt hours annually, enough to power 1,450 homes. &lt;i&gt;Walt Disney World&lt;/i&gt; Resort also is reducing food waste by distributing approximately 700,000 pounds of excess prepared food through the Second Harvest Food Bank of Central Florida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;img height="12" src="http://www.wdwpress.com/mousemail/images/mick_green.gif" width="14" border="0" /&gt;Florida's Fifth Graders Show Green Spirit&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://link/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 51); "&gt;&lt;img alt="Florida's Fifth Graders Show Green Spirit" hspace="5" src="http://www.wdwpress.com/mousemail/images/thumbs/April/EnviroClass2008winners_thumb.jpg" width="200" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Encouraging all Florida fifth-graders to protect the environment, &lt;i&gt;Disney's Environmentality Challenge&lt;/i&gt;recognizes students who show why it is "cool to care" about the planet. Judging is currently underway for the statewide competition, which honors class projects that demonstrate a significant commitment to conservation. Last year, a class from Tradewinds Elementary School in Coconut Creek was recognized for its efforts to help fund and support a water conservation project in South Africa. Now in its 11th year,&lt;i&gt;Disney's Environmentality Challenge&lt;/i&gt; is a partnership between &lt;i&gt;Walt Disney World&lt;/i&gt; Resort and the Florida Department of Environmental Protection. Since the program's inception, more than 120,000 fifth-grade students have participated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;img height="12" src="http://www.wdwpress.com/mousemail/images/mick_green.gif" width="14" border="0" /&gt;Merchandise Locations Offer New Eco-Friendly Products&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://link/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 51); "&gt;&lt;img alt="Merchandise Locations Offer New Eco-Friendly Products" hspace="5" src="http://www.wdwpress.com/mousemail/images/thumbs/April/Merch_thumb.jpg" height="200" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Throughout April, additional eco-friendly products have debuted at merchandise locations across &lt;i&gt;Walt Disney World&lt;/i&gt; Resort. Examples of some of the new products include pencils made of recycled plastic, denim and currency; pens made from recycled tires; plush toys and t-shirts made from organic cotton; organic canvas bags; and colorful Eco-Mochila totes made from discarded plastic shopping bags. Guests can also find other unique merchandise, such as recycled candy wrapper bags, t-shirts made from coke bottles and baskets made from telephone wire. A new line of plush called “Tales 4 Tomorrow” can also be found at Disney Outfitters in&lt;i&gt;Disney's Animal Kingdom&lt;/i&gt;, where five percent of the proceeds from each purchase are donated to Conservation International.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I love working at a place where they work so hard to help the environment. Everyday I walk past recycling binds, conservation boards, and there is a whole park dedicated in the promotion of awareness for the Earth we live on and importance to keep protecting it for ourselves. Disney is a great place for a hippie like me to work at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-8229474056702966405?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/8229474056702966405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=8229474056702966405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8229474056702966405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8229474056702966405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/04/disney-and-earth-day.html' title='Disney and Earth Day'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SfM3PPqCCxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XbTHwKhwq1o/s72-c/disneys+nature-earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-2528141047381120336</id><published>2009-04-07T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:57:06.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work, work, work</title><content type='html'>No joke I have a 75 hour work week this week, and next week I am scheduled for 76 hours!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its sounds crazy, and well it is, but I love it. Ok, maybe I don't love all the bruises I get, and the fact that my feet are screaming in protest most of the time; but I do love the people I work with, and my job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SduF0dYMWBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2QVjnvmezB8/s320/schweddy-balls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321994520954165266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I created a new character on Sunday because it was the end of the night, my throat was hurting and I got into a boat with BAD audio. If you have ever seen the SNL skit "Shweaty Balls" the women's personality thats kinda like the way I act mixed with a hopeful school teacher that talks about death. lol. Its basically like "whoa thats a big snake (fact like) snakes can grow to be 24 feet long, (sweet sounding with a bit of laughter) and they can swallow children whole hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have gotten a majority of positive responses from this character, i think because people expect it to be an easy going boat ride, and its nice that there are some funny parts too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end it really matters what boat I am in, what mood Im in, and how the crew responds to me in loading which character I portray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know some people who work on different spiels, and some people who work on different characters. I think I would like to work on making a really good spiel and different characters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-2528141047381120336?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/2528141047381120336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=2528141047381120336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2528141047381120336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2528141047381120336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-work-work.html' title='work, work, work'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SduF0dYMWBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2QVjnvmezB8/s72-c/schweddy-balls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-211921837551378211</id><published>2009-04-01T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:00:10.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Figment!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SdOdR3NJFTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/a40DmXft_5E/s1600-h/Figment_Space+Suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SdOdR3NJFTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/a40DmXft_5E/s320/Figment_Space+Suit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319768515057095986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have always been a fan of Figment... the good old figment, not the garbage ride they have now at EPCOT. Figment always inspired me to be more than I am, and to think beyond my boundaries. He is the coolest dragon ever. Well now he can be yours for a special price. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disney is selling him as a 6 1/2" Spaceman from The Art of Disney store April 25, 2009. There are only 750 of them, and they are selling for $140. Now I love Figment and I love Disney, but I think its ridiculous that they sell these little figurines for sooo much money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BRING BACK THE GOOD OLD FIGMENT IGER!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-211921837551378211?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/211921837551378211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=211921837551378211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/211921837551378211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/211921837551378211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/04/figment.html' title='Figment!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SdOdR3NJFTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/a40DmXft_5E/s72-c/Figment_Space+Suit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6463398179612377220</id><published>2009-03-31T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:13:05.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess that pic!!</title><content type='html'>Yep ipastor was right, the song lyric was from "Just Around the Riverbend" from Pocahontas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now guess where and at what park this pic is from:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SdLbowGR_SI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4KOeTYb7SkQ/s320/DSC00091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319555603030474018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6463398179612377220?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6463398179612377220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6463398179612377220' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6463398179612377220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6463398179612377220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-that-pic.html' title='Guess that pic!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SdLbowGR_SI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4KOeTYb7SkQ/s72-c/DSC00091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1681225311100704426</id><published>2009-03-25T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:41:23.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Play!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/ScqjQ79dBuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bQt7l7I8yw8/s1600-h/disney+trivia+challenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/ScqjQ79dBuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bQt7l7I8yw8/s320/disney+trivia+challenge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317241821432973026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok so after following along with Lou Mangello twitters while here was at Disney the past week, and playing all the Disney trivia games recently I decided to take my blog to an interactive level. Especially with the majority of the people following my blog you guys are Disney nuts like I am, I am going to start posting random Disney Facts, Where in Disney am I, and other Disney fun stuff. I feel like I am not giving you guys enough info recently, so now I am going into over drive!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Where is this lyric from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;"What I love about rivers is you can't step in the same river twice the water's always changing, always flowing...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Song title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Stay tuned for more fun Disney Trivia!!!&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/2520621538903671022-1681225311100704426?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1681225311100704426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1681225311100704426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1681225311100704426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1681225311100704426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-play.html' title='Lets Play!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/ScqjQ79dBuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bQt7l7I8yw8/s72-c/disney+trivia+challenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1088121651968795982</id><published>2009-03-25T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:28:30.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day/Bad Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday started off as a good day, despite the fact that I woke up with no voice and a painful knot in my throat. Every time I got into a boat at work I was only in it for 2 rotations, which was as long as my voice could handle. 2 of my favorite people were working. Plus I got a 15 min break, then bumped out for my Basics Class which wasn't for another hr then the class was 2 hrs long, which means I got paid for 3 hours of sitting down in an A/C room!!! Then when I came back from class I got a 30 min break!!! After that it was all down hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was at Fast Pass return when we had a big back up, and so the line was really long and people were asking the same questions "Is this really the Fast Pass line?" "wouldn't it be faster to wait in the Stand by line because this one is longer?" So I had to tell people "Yes this is the fast pass line, and no it wouldn't be shorter to wait in the regular line because the fast pass queue is short so it gets backed up easier, where stand by line is like a series of mazes you walk through."  Then the people that were suppoesed to be greeting and Fast Pass Distribution left. So instead of 3 people handling the chaos it was just me running around while the flick cards (the red cards we hand to guest to keep track of the wait time while they are in line) are beeping!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then when we were about an hr away from closing (which they extended an hour) I got into a boat, and after 2 times, which was my voices limit, I told my coordinator that I couldn't go around any more because I had no voice, she said I had no choice because there wasn't anyone to take my place. After that I went around 6 MORE TIMES!!! while I went around i saw 2 people doing closing procedures which is checking that things were done from a checklist!! Really?!?! Like neither of those people could have gotten into my boat and switched with me!?!? I almost cried the last 3 times i went out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At least 2 of my extra boats were awesome, and laughed at almost everything i said, and were really polite when they left. And when I had to flush out by Splash Mt (make sure everyone left at closing time) people told me thank you for letting them stay the extra hour, and thank you for making their trip awesome!!! I was blown away because i was just standing there trying to remind myself to think happy thoughts, and they thanked me!! yeah it made it all worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the end its not about me or my flawed Coordinator, its about the guests and making them feel like they are in a Magic Place, and that they are worth everything, because they are. Intrinsically we are worth so much more than this world leads us to believe!! And none of us should ever forget that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/ScqhwevgYSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2w6du4tFeVE/s320/spectromagic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317240164322402594" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-1088121651968795982?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1088121651968795982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1088121651968795982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1088121651968795982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1088121651968795982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-daybad-nite.html' title='Good Day/Bad Nite'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/ScqhwevgYSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2w6du4tFeVE/s72-c/spectromagic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-268524193552864613</id><published>2009-03-21T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:10:03.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGNAL 25!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/ScUDQm-gwjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7f8GH8sjTdc/s1600-h/Shrunken+Neds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/ScUDQm-gwjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7f8GH8sjTdc/s320/Shrunken+Neds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315658519056269874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was a Signal 25 in the Jungle last week. A Signal 25 means fire, and we give a code (why that code I am not sure of but) it is because you don't just scream "FIRE" in front of guests. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was standing at load with a fella Skipper and it was about 8:50pm, because it was a little bit before Wishes our Fireworks show. So we were standing at the front dock waiting for guests to come and I smelled smoke. I thought out loud "Its funny, I smell smoke but Wishes isn't supposed to start yet, and you get smoke after the fireworks not before." and the Skipper next to me said "You smell a Signal 25?" I laughed and we made fun of 'smelling' a Signal 25. Then I walk over to the unload area and see all this smoke, and still thought to myself thats too much smoke for Wishes that just started. Well when I get to someone back there they tell me that there really was a Signal 25!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way to my break I saw Firefighters with fire extinguishers!! Then when I came back from my break I ran into another fella Skipper that said she was the one who found the fire, and reported it. She said apparently someone through their lit cigarette into a pile of dead leaves over by Shrunken Ned's the boat game. Hello people A) The Jungle Cruise is not a smoking area, so they shouldn't have been there. B) We are in a draught, you don't throw lit cigarettes into a pile of dead leaves!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways the Jungle was saved before most people noticed. But that was just the end to a very strange weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS the other things that happened that weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- We called a ambulance for 2 people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I person fainted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- there were 3 Protein Spills (throw up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Pirates had to be Evacuated (I don't know why) and the Jungle helps Evac the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Someone kicked(?!?!) the crates at Chief Namee in the river&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that in one crazy WEEKEND!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be careful guys... its a Jungle out there!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-268524193552864613?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/268524193552864613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=268524193552864613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/268524193552864613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/268524193552864613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/03/signal-25.html' title='SIGNAL 25!!!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/ScUDQm-gwjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7f8GH8sjTdc/s72-c/Shrunken+Neds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-4525730770383888406</id><published>2009-03-05T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:40:08.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Smallest Jungle Cruise</title><content type='html'>The other morning I was able to have an 14 hr shift, which was pretty much open -close. That morning the ride went 101 (for those of you that don't speak Disney lingo,and aren't ipastor,  it means the ride was not working.) So we had to tell guest the ride was close. So instead of just telling them to come back later, a skipper had with him (why i do not know) a bucket full of little animal figurines. So we laid out the animals in order of the ride and we took turns re-enacting the ride on a much smaller level. We would ask the guest watching us to respond in the required parts, which they did, and we would squirt out water from our water bottles at Inspiration and Shwarterz Falls. It was the best 2 hours of my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ride was fixed (the audio wasn't working) and we went back to work as normal, but neither the guest nor the skippers that performed "The World's Smallest Jungle Cruise" will ever forget those 2 amazing hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-4525730770383888406?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/4525730770383888406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=4525730770383888406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4525730770383888406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4525730770383888406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/03/worlds-smallest-jungle-cruise.html' title='The World&apos;s Smallest Jungle Cruise'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-2288135880642003465</id><published>2009-03-04T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:28:39.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Address</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SbA17WHnUkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3Rfl2IhWsZY/s1600-h/apt+door-b:w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SbA17WHnUkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3Rfl2IhWsZY/s320/apt+door-b:w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309803254335885890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my attention that I have not given you all my address. I guess I was waiting until I took pics of my apt to post it, but since I have been delayed in doing that I will just post my address....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13501 Meadow Creek Drive Apt 3711 Orlando, FL 32821&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come one, Come all...I am now open to receiving any packages from my adoring fans... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-2288135880642003465?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/2288135880642003465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=2288135880642003465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2288135880642003465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2288135880642003465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/03/address.html' title='Address'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SbA17WHnUkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3Rfl2IhWsZY/s72-c/apt+door-b:w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-3354309798287976810</id><published>2009-02-23T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:02:18.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Day Ever!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had the best day in Jungle since I have been working at Disney. I started work at 5:45pm and worked until 1:45am and I didn't have high prospects for the evening. The thing that made it the best night ever was that 2 children gave me a hug, children that were so happy to be at Disney that they wanted just to give out hugs. I also had the world best boat (minus one guy that was the grumpiest person I have ever seen on the Jungle Cruise), they got on in the exit because they had a family member in the wheel chair line. When the family got in 2 of the men crossed over the crates, which is a big No, No on the boats, so i told them one after the other not to cross the crates because it was a fired hazard "If you trip and fall, I laugh..hahaha.. and then I get fired." But one of the guys stopped me right before I said "I get fired" and asked "what we cross the crates and then burst into flames?" I told him if he would just hold on he would here the point of my joke. Well when we went to pick up more guests waiting in the standby line more people crossed the crates, and we had to tell them not to, and blamed their bad behavior on the 1st 2 gentlemen. We laughed and cried a bunch of the times through out the ride at non-funny jokes, and I couldn't get out half of my spiel because I was laugh at them so hard, especially when we got to the Natives show scene and the guy closest to me yelled "Don't hit the ducks!!" I laughed so hard I missed the 1st 2 jokes. So I had to say "Yeah we missed about 3 jokes back there, just know these guys are bad and they attack on the right." Then as I 'pointed out' my favorite plants the family told me that they are my favorite plants because their last name is Plant. So I reassured them sincerely that they were my favorite Plants ever. Then we laughed and cried a little more waiting to unload. Then we had to say the "crates are a fired hazard" joke again. When we had to tie a rope to the back of the boat to let people off I told everyone to stay seated, but a girl in the back stood up. and I said "you guys really are going to get me fired!!" So when everyone was off the boat another skipper came on my boat to relive me and I followed the Plants to the exit and they said "We really did get you fired huh?" and I looked around and my cool coordinator was standing there, and my response was "Thanks, right in front of my coordinator!!" and then we took a group photo, and one of their children hugged me because I said lets all hug and take a picture together!! so thats really 3 hugs in one day!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I pretty much love my life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-3354309798287976810?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/3354309798287976810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=3354309798287976810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3354309798287976810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3354309798287976810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-day-ever.html' title='Best Day Ever!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-7848583261186020763</id><published>2009-02-11T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:55:58.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGR still lives!!</title><content type='html'>Ok today was a lazy day for me. I got up watched 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, did laundry, and went to class. But it was an awesome day because my Professor asked "Has anyone had to do something BIG with a little bit of money?" Well my hand shot up thinking about how BIG &lt;a href="http://thegiftrevolution.com/live/index.php"&gt;thegiftrevolution.com&lt;/a&gt; was and how we were on such a small budget. God did so many amazing things on that trip, and most of them cost little to no money. So I told her all about my part of the Revolution and what it stands for. She was so excited about the idea that she wrote the website on the board, and after class I told her I would give her a card because she was so excited to learn more about it. I feel so invigorated by today, because after we stop promoting the Revolution I didn't want it to stop, I didn't want to stop. Today has inspired me to keep paying the Revolution forward. I still have a stack of cards and 3 1/2 months left here, I think I will change Orlando, a second time!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SZNyaRqMy3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/vKaSr0h8MFw/s320/TGR.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301706982087773042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SZNymtNZ05I/AAAAAAAAAJs/loILSfhv-1M/s320/DisneyCollegeProgram.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301707195641615250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;= An awesome day!!&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/2520621538903671022-7848583261186020763?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/7848583261186020763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=7848583261186020763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7848583261186020763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7848583261186020763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/02/tgr-still-lives.html' title='TGR still lives!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SZNyaRqMy3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/vKaSr0h8MFw/s72-c/TGR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1817192067003062228</id><published>2009-02-09T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:58:55.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 in the Jungle</title><content type='html'>Well today it will be day 3 that I will be in the Jungle with out my trainer. Its been a blast!! Training was a lot of fun. I had an amazing trainer who is very passionate about the Jungle, it was always his dream to work at Disney and become a Jungle Skipper. Her has 3 different characters he has made up that he performs for guests. I also enjoyed training with the other CPs. I have even gone to one of the parks with one them. I am enjoying working and living here in Disney (what a shock I know). I miss you all back home, but I know my place is here and now. I am learning so much, and getting to know so many amazing people. Almost everyone I have met so far has been really friendly and helpful, its been really weird, don't get me wrong I love it. I just didn't expect people to be so open to conversation on buses, or hallways, and just about everywhere about anything all the time. I love it. Well its time to shower and get ready to head back into the Jungle, see ya around!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-1817192067003062228?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1817192067003062228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1817192067003062228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1817192067003062228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1817192067003062228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-3-in-jungle.html' title='Day 3 in the Jungle'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-4443453015030739897</id><published>2009-02-08T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:25:48.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Facts about the Jungle Cruise</title><content type='html'>Ok so this is pretty much a Blog of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SPOILERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it doesn't really kill the Disney magic.... well not all of them any ways. This is mostly a bunch of fun facts that you might not have known, because I didn't until recently. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disney World's Jungle Cruise's Spiel is 20 pgs long while Disneyland California is 90 pgs, but Disney World's attraction is longer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The deepest part of the river is 6ft deep at the Hippo pool. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are 2 hidden Mickeys, 1 hidden Goofy, 1 hidden Donald, and 1 hidden Minnie in the attraction. One Mickey is on the crashed airplane, the hidden Donald, Goofy, and Mickey are together as the heads of the boats for the Canoes at the Pigmy Party. The hidden Minnie is the hardest to see, its at the exit of the Temple on the second to last pillar on your left carved into the stone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The front half of the wrecked plane is in Disney's Hollywood Studios in the Great Movie Ride as the plane in Casablanca.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every time a skipper leaves (on good terms) its tradition to leave your boots behind. They can be seen all over the attraction, including the Managers Office in the queue, the Campsite, and Safari's totem pole. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The boat ride is 10 mins long or 2,ooo ft long, which ever comes last. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats all the trivia I have for you now. See you all real soon!!&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/2520621538903671022-4443453015030739897?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/4443453015030739897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=4443453015030739897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4443453015030739897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4443453015030739897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-facts-about-jungle-cruise.html' title='Random Facts about the Jungle Cruise'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-3028359240349523349</id><published>2009-02-04T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T05:46:57.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costumes</title><content type='html'>Hey guys i know I haven't really been blogging about my CP (College Program) all that much. Soooooo much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been studying and learning everything there is to know about being a Jungle Cruise Skipper, and its a lot. I was able to start driving the boat 3 days ago now, and I spoke live in front of an audience yesterday, twice!!! I was that nervous, and I think I did a pretty good job for my first time. My trainer was proud of the 3 of us he trained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the costumes I have been in since I have been here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYma8KuMMsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JQfNIBSBjtA/s1600-h/Photo+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYma8KuMMsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JQfNIBSBjtA/s320/Photo+40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298936795039019714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYma8F9r2II/AAAAAAAAAJU/JrdKNwNZnaA/s1600-h/Photo+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYma8F9r2II/AAAAAAAAAJU/JrdKNwNZnaA/s320/Photo+41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298936793761831042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pics of my costume when I helped out with the Celebration Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYma8GREk0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wAuA_ivlcms/s1600-h/Photo+44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYma8GREk0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wAuA_ivlcms/s320/Photo+44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298936793843143490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yes Ladies and Gentlemen is my Skipper's Costume. THis is the costume I am in everyday. This costume, when its cold out like now, consists of a white turtle neck, shirt, tights (my adding because, well because), pants, jacket w/ lining, water bottle w/ clip to clip on my pants, skippers hat, name tag, and watch. Yeah you try remembering all of that at 5:30 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been ruff, but fun, so fun. Tomorrow is my first day off, and technically my first day as a real Skipper. Today is my last day of training, and my Assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for mow. bye guys, and Have a Magical Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-3028359240349523349?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/3028359240349523349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=3028359240349523349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3028359240349523349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3028359240349523349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/02/costumes.html' title='Costumes'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYma8KuMMsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JQfNIBSBjtA/s72-c/Photo+40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1548266286921450916</id><published>2009-01-28T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:34:31.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2/3 in the Disney Adventure</title><content type='html'>Ok to catch you all up on my newest leg of my 4 month disney adventure I will start off by letting you all know I have found out where I will be working. drum rool pleae..brapadummmm... I will be working in either Liberty Square and/or Aventureland in Magic Kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYCHHwsZdqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Msv6GP0dMM8/s1600-h/jungle-cruise-adventureland-magic-kingdom-walt-disney-world-761811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYCHHwsZdqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Msv6GP0dMM8/s320/jungle-cruise-adventureland-magic-kingdom-walt-disney-world-761811.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296381729187657378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYCHH4hX6cI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ooNqLUPayxU/s1600-h/haunted+mansion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYCHH4hX6cI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ooNqLUPayxU/s320/haunted+mansion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296381731288902082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow during my in park Orientation I will find out my specific role, but I am hoping for either the Jungle Cruise or the Haunted Mansion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYCIHf1ZOmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MJVrXjvNFu8/s1600-h/disney-casting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYCIHf1ZOmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MJVrXjvNFu8/s320/disney-casting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296382824173615714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning I was able to go to a buliding I have passed hundreds of times, always thinking "One day I will be there as a Cast Member." The Disney Casting building. I went there on not so exciting terms, but once I got all my ducks in a row I was able to leave there with my seat in The Disney Traditions class that I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;So this afternoon I will be taking the Traditions class that I have always hearda bout, and always taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be working on a video to show you all a tour of my apartment. i have almost moved everything in, all I am missing is to assemble a self unit thingy. See you real soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-1548266286921450916?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1548266286921450916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1548266286921450916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1548266286921450916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1548266286921450916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-23-in-disney-adventure.html' title='Day 2/3 in the Disney Adventure'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SYCHHwsZdqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Msv6GP0dMM8/s72-c/jungle-cruise-adventureland-magic-kingdom-walt-disney-world-761811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6344045189555408762</id><published>2009-01-26T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:00:35.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one and Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SX5MHiEe3wI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SRcDfyyfp7o/s1600-h/Stacey+08+Epcot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SX5MHiEe3wI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SRcDfyyfp7o/s320/Stacey+08+Epcot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295753904122683138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys!! Well I have finally arrived!! This is the day I have been working and planing for the past month and a half, and the day that you all have prayed for and anticipated. This post probably isn't going to be the juiciest blog of them all but its only day one people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my morning before the sun did and was on route with my Starbucks coffee by 6am. I was able to watch the sunrise. I only got deterred a few times, but I arrived at the apartment center at 10am, only an hr late. I stood in 11 different lines, and filled out numerous amounts of paper work. Then I rode for the first (of what will be hundreds) of the transit bus system that took us to another (way nicer) apartment complex to have a hilarious mundane orientation where I won a photo album for answering he question "how many countries are college students coming from for the intern program?" I answered 60 and the answer was 63!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now almost completely unpacked, I have only to get my suitcase that has almost all my clothes in it, save fore my over nite bag because I knew I was going to be too tired to lug a 1ton suitcase up 3 flights of stairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment has 3 other female students. And o easy your minds all, no I did not end up with my wiccan friend. When I checked-in the computer said that I had no matched roomate. I am sleeping and sharing a bathroom with a girl named Heather form California, who is in the fast food and beverage program. The other room is being shared by a girl named Kathleen who is from Illinois and is also in the fast food and beverage program. And get this, there is a girl from FIU who is i the Attractions program like me, her name is Kanisha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone is lounging around and hungry. So I am going to go now, and hopefully eat something healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6344045189555408762?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6344045189555408762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6344045189555408762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6344045189555408762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6344045189555408762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-one-and-orientation.html' title='Day one and Orientation'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SX5MHiEe3wI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SRcDfyyfp7o/s72-c/Stacey+08+Epcot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1937696833940133112</id><published>2009-01-15T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:20:41.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ark it the truth</title><content type='html'>The  Woodpecker Might have to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SW-MWEXmxsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dvzVveAfWj4/s1600-h/noah+and+the+woodpecker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SW-MWEXmxsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dvzVveAfWj4/s320/noah+and+the+woodpecker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291602397941384898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything  I need to know about life, I learned from Noah's  Ark  &lt;br /&gt;One  :  Don't miss the boat. &lt;br /&gt;Two  :  Remember that we are all in the same boat.  &lt;br /&gt;Three  :  Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the  Ark.  &lt;br /&gt;Four  :  Stay fit When you're 600 years old, someone may ask you to do  something really big. &lt;br /&gt;Five  :  Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs  to be done. &lt;br /&gt;Six  :  Build your future on high ground.  &lt;br /&gt;Seven  :  For  safety's sake, travel in pairs. &lt;br /&gt;Eight  :  Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with  the cheetahs. &lt;br /&gt;Nine  :  When you're stressed, float a while.  &lt;br /&gt;Ten  :  Remember, the Ark  was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-1937696833940133112?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1937696833940133112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1937696833940133112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1937696833940133112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1937696833940133112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/01/ark-it-truth.html' title='Ark it the truth'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SW-MWEXmxsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dvzVveAfWj4/s72-c/noah+and+the+woodpecker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-4248351781943393969</id><published>2009-01-14T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:46:07.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>t-11 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="thumbnail"&gt;&lt;a href="http://skitch.com/staceylaurel/bbfpr/gmail-disney-college-program-see-you-real-soon-stacey.laurel-gmail.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.skitch.com/20090114-eprynkbf45yccapm42xwsnwhsc.preview.jpg" alt="Gmail - Disney College Program_ See you real soon! - stacey.laurel@gmail.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Trebuchet, sans-serif, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 10px; color: #808080"&gt;Uploaded with &lt;a href="http://plasq.com/"&gt;plasq&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://skitch.com"&gt;Skitch&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an e-mail today from Disney. It is less than 2 weeks now that I pack up my Beetle (Starr) for the first time and move to Lake Buena Vista and become a Disney intern. I am so excited for this opportunity, and yet I am sad to leave my family and friends. But I know God is going to use this opportunity to glorify His name, and He is going to use me to do it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Disney Here I Come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-4248351781943393969?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/4248351781943393969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=4248351781943393969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4248351781943393969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4248351781943393969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/01/uploaded-with-plasq-s-skitch-i-got-e.html' title='t-11 days'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-2261690169365069546</id><published>2009-01-13T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:13:28.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HP</title><content type='html'>So yeah  am a HP (Harry Potter) nerd. I was super bored today I decided to check out my old stomping grounds via the web. I remember an old HP site called the TheLeakyCauldron.org, during my strool down memory lane I stubled accross this video and its follow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvvFiZyEyTA&amp;hl=en&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/CvvFiZyEyTA&amp;hl=en&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/hGS4nIzelpA&amp;hl=en&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/hGS4nIzelpA&amp;hl=en&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;They are hilarious, well at least to those of us that get the inside lingo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-2261690169365069546?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/2261690169365069546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=2261690169365069546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2261690169365069546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2261690169365069546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/01/hp-6.html' title='HP'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-4433128875101424034</id><published>2009-01-10T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:18:59.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own "New Moon"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been for the past 5 or so months devouring the Twilight book series, several times. I am on my 3rd round of reading all the books, and this time &lt;a href="http://www.istacie.com/"&gt;StacIE&lt;/a&gt; is reading them with me. Every time I start reading one of the books I fear that they will consume me, my mind, my time, my life, my emotions. Books are a powerful thing, but these book are unlike anything I have ever read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When I read Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings I became so obsessed with the story and world that these books tell about that I go beyond the books for a big and better view of their world. For Pete's sakes I learned &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quenya"&gt;Quenya&lt;/a&gt;, which is a Tolkien created language, and I played RPG's in a community forum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But Twilight is something completely different, its like a drug. I am waiting for &lt;a href="http://www.istacie.com/"&gt;IE&lt;/a&gt; to finish Eclipse(book #3) so we can read the 4th and final book, Breaking Dawn. I am itching to pick it up again for the 2nd time, but I don't want to devour it like I have with all the other books. I have never been this way with a book, especially a series. I read all the HP books once, and then once again before each movie comes out, and LOTR I have only read once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They shouldn't have group meeting to talk about Twilight and get excited, they should have support meetings about how its all with think about, its what we breathe for, and how we would go to the ends of the earth in all hopes that its real. I am not alone, so don't think I am crazy. I have met others like me, and my cousin plans on going to Seattle during the summer, and then taking a side trip to Forks (the place where the story is set). And I am jealous, even though time and time again I remind myself not to get caught up in the story, its not real, people don't really act like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Men aren't that romantic, but then there is apart of me that says what if. God knows the deepest desires of my heart, won't he send me my Adam in and Edward wrapped package?? Not the Vampire shaped package, but the beautiful and completely devoted to loving me package??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Way to go Stephenie Myers, you made finding the true love bar ridiculously high, and no, I am not lowering it for mere mortals. They will just have to rise to the occasion, I think I'm worth it.&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/2520621538903671022-4433128875101424034?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/4433128875101424034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=4433128875101424034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4433128875101424034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4433128875101424034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-own-new-moon.html' title='My own &quot;New Moon&quot;'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1939678579182120346</id><published>2008-12-27T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:06:50.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr Ripley,</title><content type='html'>Wow... thats all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guzer.com/videos/needle-art.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.guzer.com/videos/sneedle-art.jpg" border="0" width="80" height="65" align="left" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Needle Sized Art&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very incredible story!  Not only is this mans art cool but he got a ton of cash for it!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-1939678579182120346?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1939678579182120346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1939678579182120346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1939678579182120346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1939678579182120346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-mr-ripley.html' title='Dear Mr Ripley,'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-8073669525079370905</id><published>2008-12-22T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:42:35.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorms at Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SVAz5blGTCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3B5qetii8s8/s1600-h/housing_apartment_placement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SVAz5blGTCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3B5qetii8s8/s320/housing_apartment_placement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282779424654511138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just signed up for my Roomate Matching/Notification. Which means that while I am living in the Vista View apartments the computer is going to match me up with someone that has my similar qualities in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrival Date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know Disney is amazing, but I think there should be more things that my roommate and I should have in common then age, sex, and arrival date. But I know Disney knows best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-8073669525079370905?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/8073669525079370905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=8073669525079370905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8073669525079370905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8073669525079370905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/12/dorms-at-disney.html' title='Dorms at Disney'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SVAz5blGTCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3B5qetii8s8/s72-c/housing_apartment_placement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1836599239701645592</id><published>2008-12-19T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:22:58.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight the movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SUxzET6y8WI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KcXuJN-Z8GI/s1600-h/twilight_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SUxzET6y8WI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KcXuJN-Z8GI/s320/twilight_movie_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281722980902302050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to start this post by saying, Yes I am a huge Twilight fan, yes I have read all the books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So with saying that, I was deeply disappointed in Twilight the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Before you other fans start throwing stones, I want to giving my opinion of the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;While sitting in an almost empty, dark theater I felt awkward the entire time while watching the movie, because the scenes and acting through out the movie was awkward. Some of the actors acted like they had performed so many times a certain scene that it was no longer natural. As some of the scenes were not consistent with themes in the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Like seriously, fans would Edward take Bella on top of a high tree while she is human?? *SPOILER* He was afraid to let her take on a mountain lion when she was a vampire because of old habits of always trying to protect her from everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-1836599239701645592?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1836599239701645592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1836599239701645592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1836599239701645592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1836599239701645592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-movie.html' title='Twilight the movie'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SUxzET6y8WI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KcXuJN-Z8GI/s72-c/twilight_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6981955595603520012</id><published>2008-12-12T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:20:31.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For this Christmas Season heres a few thoughts to think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1) You believe in Santa Claus.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3) You are Santa Claus.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4) You look like Santa Claus&lt;/p&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/2520621538903671022-6981955595603520012?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6981955595603520012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6981955595603520012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6981955595603520012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6981955595603520012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-4487615216799118485</id><published>2008-12-05T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:47:56.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGR</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged in awhile, but I have been pretty busy starting a Revolution. If you have been living under a rock the past month go&lt;a href="http://thegiftrevolution.com/live/index.php"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to catch up. If you want to see pic and videos of me personally check out the Road Trip page and follow the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so blessed to be apart of The Gift Revolution. I have been able to meet a lot of new people, step outside my comfort zone, learn to fully rely on God for EVERYTHING, learn to play nice with the other kids, and love completely and totally even when its the hardest thing to do. God has been so apparent to me these past few weeks in the stories and faces of the people that are apart of the Revolution, whether they know it or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed many times over in these past 3 weeks of being on tour. But I have received 2 Gifts by The Gift Revolution. I have a pastor that loves me so much that he and his wife gave me a card of encouragement with The Gift Revolution card inside and a check to help me with my bills. They know that I have no income and I am having a hard time paying off my bills. They are such a blessing to me everyday. I love having a pastor that fights for me, that cries for me, and the truly loves me. How many people in the world can say that. Pastor Chris and Holly are the best!!&lt;br /&gt;The other day at church I was admiring the new t-shirts that were on sale at the Cooper City campus that were tye-died and super cool, when someone asked me if I would like a t-shirt. I told them that I would but I had no money, and then they said would you like a t-shirt. I was puzzled, and again said Yes I would if I could pay for it. They then said ok, well its $10 for a shirt, when I attempted to protest again they said oh but look and they handed me The Gift Revolution card and said someone paid for you to have a shirt, but I can't tell you who it is. Well i ran to give the person who just gave me the shirt a huge hug. I loved the shirt so much i ran to try it on, and now its my favorite shirt of all the ones I own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting pictures next week of whats going on, and in my new shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep The Gift Revolution alive by passing a gift of kindness to one person everyday, every little thing counts. Love is the only resource this earth has that will never run out, don't keep it for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-4487615216799118485?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/4487615216799118485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=4487615216799118485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4487615216799118485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4487615216799118485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/12/tgr.html' title='TGR'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-3882676568111847497</id><published>2008-11-28T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:24:33.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple is going Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/STBElKvOQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2TBC6mczRu0/s1600-h/Mac-enviro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/STBElKvOQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2TBC6mczRu0/s320/Mac-enviro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273790568979121010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I was watching tv the other day I saw that Mac is releasing a new &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.apple.com/macbook/environment.html"&gt;Mac Book&lt;/a&gt; that is eco-friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its not like I didn't love the Mac Book enough before, now I love it even more. Hippies can still hold their ground and technology in the same hand. Thanks Apple, your the best!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-3882676568111847497?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/3882676568111847497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=3882676568111847497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3882676568111847497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3882676568111847497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/11/apple-is-going-green.html' title='Apple is going Green'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/STBElKvOQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2TBC6mczRu0/s72-c/Mac-enviro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1253298427536076353</id><published>2008-11-16T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:33:37.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beetle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SSCDlq6o5iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H2Fv_n-Mil8/s1600-h/beetle.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/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SSCDlq6o5iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H2Fv_n-Mil8/s320/beetle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269356247222117922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my car. I was driving around in my friends neighborhood at 11:45 at nite and an on coming car waved at me to stop. I had no idea who it was, but I figured it was someone who was lost. And it was, and it was someone I knew. I love that my car is so unique that someone far away and in the dark knew that it was my car.&lt;br /&gt;What makes my hippie car unique one might ask, there are tons of beetles around. Oh, my dear friend, my beetle has a Pirates of the Caribbean Mickey on the roof antenna, a blue lay around the rear view  mirror, a green frog on the dash board, and a license plate border that says "Smile Jesus Loves You", and that is what makes my hippie Beetle unique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-1253298427536076353?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1253298427536076353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1253298427536076353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1253298427536076353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1253298427536076353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-beetle.html' title='My Beetle'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SSCDlq6o5iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H2Fv_n-Mil8/s72-c/beetle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-3222389013256025608</id><published>2008-11-14T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:44:18.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fellow Earth Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;GO GREEN WELLNESS GATHERING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Let’s stop poisoning our family and homes with toxic chemicals!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Join us and learn how to convert &lt;b&gt;your home from toxic products to eco-friendly, safe products&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; at WHOLESALE&lt;/b&gt; prices, factory-direct.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hosted by&lt;/u&gt;:  Cristina Frisby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; A must for people with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: rgb(220, 238, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;eczema&lt;/span&gt;, allergies, asthma.... &lt;/b&gt;Also great for people who suffer from &lt;b&gt;high cholesterol, chronic fatigue, low energy, etc. &lt;/b&gt;You will truly be impressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#008000;"&gt;Feel free to bring a guest and please RSVP for your date of choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#008000;"&gt;@ &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;954-445-4912&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-3222389013256025608?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/3222389013256025608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=3222389013256025608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3222389013256025608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3222389013256025608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/11/fellow-earth-lover.html' title='A Fellow Earth Lover'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-5667508146382554257</id><published>2008-11-06T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:53:18.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk Mail</title><content type='html'>We all get junk mail. I know in my family we get it in drones. In a book my Aunt Janet gave me last week it give a cool tip on how to stop all the insentient piles of junk mail that we all get. To reduce your junk mail up to 75% send a letter to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mail Preference Service, Direct Marketing Assn.,&lt;br /&gt;11 West 42nd St., PO Box 3861,&lt;br /&gt;N.Y. 10163-3861.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can recycle all non-glossy junk mail instead of throwing it out. This &lt;a href="http://privacycouncil.org/End-Junk-Mail/EndJunkMail.html?tracking_id=GPCDNC&amp;amp;gclid=CMCtrdKU4pYCFQNbxwodB3HLPA"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; will take you off of 10 major junk mail registries. You can save trees and save you hassle with all the garbage other people want you to throw out. You may not see a difference right away, and you may never be junk mail free, but you can do your part in saving the world one piece of junk at a time. Peace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SRO7mKPaRCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nbTgP_tltRA/s1600-h/junk+mail.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SRO7mKPaRCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nbTgP_tltRA/s320/junk+mail.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265758653584655394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-5667508146382554257?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/5667508146382554257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=5667508146382554257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5667508146382554257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5667508146382554257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/11/junk-mail.html' title='Junk Mail'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SRO7mKPaRCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nbTgP_tltRA/s72-c/junk+mail.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-8297086202311896475</id><published>2008-11-05T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:24:01.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Like Jazz the Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SRHyx932_WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aH_UmQYuBhE/s1600-h/don+miller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265256379609185634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SRHyx932_WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aH_UmQYuBhE/s320/don+miller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes you read my title right the Donald Miller (My inspirational modern day Christian Hippie) classic "Blue Like Jazz" is going to be made into &lt;a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/movies/interviews/bluelikejazz.html"&gt;a movie&lt;/a&gt;. They are going to be making a "Across the Universe" type of script by taking the essays the book is composed of and making people who feel like they could be from the book and giving his ideas flesh through the characters. I am so interested in seeing this happen. What are your thoughts?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-8297086202311896475?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/8297086202311896475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=8297086202311896475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8297086202311896475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8297086202311896475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/11/blue-like-jazz-movie.html' title='Blue Like Jazz the Movie'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SRHyx932_WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aH_UmQYuBhE/s72-c/don+miller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-3755424932686718819</id><published>2008-11-05T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:09:30.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Youth of the Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SRHvN5O1NAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y_sJv4mUQ68/s1600-h/broken+bike+b-w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265252461353186306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SRHvN5O1NAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y_sJv4mUQ68/s320/broken+bike+b-w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday I had a garage sale. The las thing I sold as &lt;a href="http://www.istacie.com/"&gt;Stacie&lt;/a&gt; and I were packing everything up were these two very beaten down bikes. The man I sold them to told me that he was a High School teacher for Plantation and that he was buying the bikes for his students to fix up and give to a local homeless shelter so that people could use the bike to transport them to their future jobs. It moved me so much that I gave him the other two bikes I had that were destined for the dump. He said that there were kids there that could use the two small bikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How awesome is that that this man bought broken bike for broken people to fix them. He is definately a revolutionist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wiki says that the Latin word for Revolution is "a turn around". Dictionary.net says Revolution means: A total or radical change; as, a revolution in one's circumstances or way of living. I think its time for a Revolution for the people by the people. For the rest of the year I want to dedicate my blog to all things Hippie and Revolutionary. So make sure to come back to see what I post everyday to help the cause of the Revolution, and to turn around this world to a better place to gorify God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-3755424932686718819?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/3755424932686718819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=3755424932686718819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3755424932686718819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3755424932686718819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/11/youth-of-nation.html' title='The Youth of the Nation'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SRHvN5O1NAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y_sJv4mUQ68/s72-c/broken+bike+b-w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6747395159280173951</id><published>2008-10-27T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:25:09.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For our Troops</title><content type='html'>My mom sent me an e-mail that had a link to send our troops a card of thanks for what they are doing. It is so easy to forget that our fellow Americans are still over seas fighting for Freedom. Whether or not you believe they are there for the right reasons they are still there going through Hell on Earth everyday. I think we all should take the 2 mins it takes to pick our a card that a child has drawn to send them encouragement for what they are doing for this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SQXPAC79M4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/jr9Z4R1baUU/s1600-h/thanks+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SQXPAC79M4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/jr9Z4R1baUU/s320/thanks+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261839339347587970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Xerox for allowing us to be able to support our troops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letssaythanks.com/Home1024.html"&gt;Lets say thanks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6747395159280173951?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6747395159280173951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6747395159280173951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6747395159280173951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6747395159280173951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-our-troops.html' title='For our Troops'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SQXPAC79M4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/jr9Z4R1baUU/s72-c/thanks+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-3276709386923551281</id><published>2008-10-25T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:10:03.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sister</title><content type='html'>For all of you that have been on pins and needles like have to see this video here it is. A shout out to Amy who let me know that it was on myspace. Thanks Ams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you the greatest video on the face of this Earth (in my opinion)&lt;br /&gt;its "Dear Sister"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=26312018"&gt;"Dear Sister"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=26312018,t=1,mt=video,searchID=7b82316c-f837-4d8c-9e2b-95339450d073,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=26312018,t=1,mt=video,searchID=7b82316c-f837-4d8c-9e2b-95339450d073,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/2520621538903671022-3276709386923551281?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/3276709386923551281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=3276709386923551281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3276709386923551281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3276709386923551281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-sister_25.html' title='Dear Sister'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-8178634401475095093</id><published>2008-10-25T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:56:11.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombs and Silver Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SQNADmozQwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7T8X5MncK-M/s1600-h/Tony+Colvard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SQNADmozQwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7T8X5MncK-M/s320/Tony+Colvard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261119220354335490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad sent me an e-mail this morning that told a courageous tale about a man who fought in Vietnam and save the life of his platoon, who went into battles without helmets. Single handed he fought of a band of enemy soldiers to near decimation before the rest of his platoon could show up. He fought off gun fire, grenades, and a close encounter with an AK-47. He did all this when he was 19 years old. To read the whole humble and amazing story you can &lt;a href="http://www2.hickoryrecord.com/content/2008/oct/09/long-overdue-caldwell-man-receives-silver-star/"&gt;read it here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this blog seems a bit random. But I am sharing this tale with you because this man is my Uncle's brother, and he was awarded a silver star for combat in Vietnam. Most men didn't make it out of that war, and a lot who did were not the same. This man came back and was humble about his heroic deeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-8178634401475095093?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/8178634401475095093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=8178634401475095093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8178634401475095093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8178634401475095093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/10/bombs-and-silver-stars.html' title='Bombs and Silver Stars'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SQNADmozQwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7T8X5MncK-M/s72-c/Tony+Colvard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-3006302348436685700</id><published>2008-10-18T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:14:04.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I was at &lt;a href="http://www.istacie.com/"&gt;Stacie&lt;/a&gt;'s house yesterday her dad jokingly said to me that she was going to marry a guy would would score lower on the quiz that she had on her blog then &lt;a href="http://www.istacie.com/blog/2008/10/10/diy-skills.html#comments"&gt;she did&lt;/a&gt;. Well I was very curious to what this quiz was, and so I took it for fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wax a car: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Hitch up a trailer to your car: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Jump start a car: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Perform the Heimlich: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Carve a turkey: Yes (one of the only things I remember from Culinary school...)&lt;br /&gt;Use a sewing machine: No (and I sew for fun, crazy huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Put out a fire: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Remove bloodstains from fabric: Kinda, but not entirely&lt;br /&gt;Move heavy stuff: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Grow food: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Read en electric meter: No&lt;br /&gt;Solder wire: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Replace a faucet washer: No&lt;br /&gt;Iron a shirt: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Fix a toilet tank flapper: Yes (because when you buy it, it comes with directions, duh. lol)&lt;br /&gt;Change a diaper: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Grill with charcoal: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Sew a button on a shirt: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Fold a flag: NO&lt;br /&gt;Remove a tick: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Shine shoes: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Make a drum-tight bed: No (what does that even mean?)&lt;br /&gt;Escape a rip current: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Build a fire in the wilderness: Heck Yes&lt;br /&gt;Change a tire: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Tie a bowline: NO&lt;br /&gt;Tie a necktie: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Drive a stick shift: No&lt;br /&gt;Install a graphics card: No&lt;br /&gt;Calibrate HDTV settings: No&lt;br /&gt;Shoot a home movie: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Ditch your hard drive: No (unless I throw it away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, so from this quiz I learned that machines and I don't get along, but that I spent a lot of time paying attention to my Dad as a kid, or that I am a real Country Girl. I am going with the first assumption, thanks Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-3006302348436685700?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/3006302348436685700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=3006302348436685700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3006302348436685700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3006302348436685700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-i-was-at-stacies-house-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-4439387244641493567</id><published>2008-10-18T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:59:00.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am in Love with these two songs right now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5y2-agVy_V8"&gt;Sara Bareilles- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bottle It Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxdrgYy_SE8"&gt;Taylor Swift-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I am a Hopeless Romantic, but I know its going to be worth it &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-4439387244641493567?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/4439387244641493567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=4439387244641493567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4439387244641493567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4439387244641493567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-love.html' title='In Love...'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-452683805865076828</id><published>2008-10-09T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:38:14.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sister</title><content type='html'>I love Andy Samburg. If you don't know who he is, he is an actor from SNL who made a bunch of Digital Shorts. Today I was listening to Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek song and it reminded me of the Digital short with Andy and Shia Lebouf. It is hands down the funniest Digital Short Andy has ever made. I looked all over the internet to watch it again, but I couldn't find it anywhere. All the links had been deleted or no longer existed. I even looked on Hulu which has a ton of SNL skits, and nothing. So if anyone out there finds the Dear Sister video, PLEASE let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I leave you with another funny Digital short. Its a golden oldie that put Andy on the map of awesomeness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/PvZcMs_bQiCoJyfv8ZOzoQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/PvZcMs_bQiCoJyfv8ZOzoQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="512" height="296"&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/2520621538903671022-452683805865076828?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/452683805865076828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=452683805865076828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/452683805865076828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/452683805865076828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-sister.html' title='Dear Sister'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-3428917150936062893</id><published>2008-09-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:38:08.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking over the World one Roll at a Time</title><content type='html'>So the other night I was watching tv and a commercial came on with a family that looked like they were diabolically plotting something evil, and then I come to find out they were playing Monopoly. The new Monopoly has a world board. I couldn't help but think, "That's one way to teach your child to become the Anti-Christ, to take over the world using a board game as a training tool." Ok, so maybe I am over reacting, but the look on the families face was just creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SNm2De89RTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Zm6eUB3yJ40/s1600-h/monopoly-the-world-edition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SNm2De89RTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Zm6eUB3yJ40/s320/monopoly-the-world-edition.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249427011641623858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new game has perks that a Hippie like me can be happy about because they are utilizing renewable energy utilities. But what do you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-3428917150936062893?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/3428917150936062893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=3428917150936062893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3428917150936062893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3428917150936062893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/09/taking-over-world-one-roll-at-time.html' title='Taking over the World one Roll at a Time'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SNm2De89RTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Zm6eUB3yJ40/s72-c/monopoly-the-world-edition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-4210422528229814091</id><published>2008-09-23T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:06:18.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Sister</title><content type='html'>BEAUTIFUL CHRISTIAN SISTER&lt;br /&gt;by Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ&lt;br /&gt;that a man should have to seek Him first to find her.'&lt;br /&gt;When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not shouting 'I'm clean livin''&lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering 'I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven.'&lt;br /&gt;When I say... 'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;When I say.. 'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success.&lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are far too visible but, God believes I am worth it.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... 'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain..&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty is as Pretty does... but beautiful is just plain beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-4210422528229814091?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/4210422528229814091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=4210422528229814091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4210422528229814091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4210422528229814091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/09/christian-sister.html' title='Christian Sister'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-2707573931259392813</id><published>2008-09-19T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:22:10.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National talk like a pirate day</title><content type='html'>So my friend Ernie Holmes was twittering like mad about how today is talk like a Pirate day, and all the cool stuff to do online to day. So I went to google and searched the word pirate and came across a link to find out what my Pirate name would be quiz, and the results are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #332200 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #332200 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; LEFT: 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 25px 0px 25px -200px; BORDER-LEFT: #332200 1px solid; WIDTH: 400px; COLOR: #332200; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #332200 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: serif; POSITION: relative; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #c9b390; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pirate name is: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 32px"&gt;Captain Grace Bonney &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 100px; POSITION: relative; TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #332200" src="http://www.piratequiz.com/flag.gif" /&gt; &lt;div style="LEFT: 110px; WIDTH: 290px; POSITION: relative; TOP: -60px; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 100%; COLOR: #f8eecc; BOTTOM: 20px; POSITION: absolute" href="http://www.piratequiz.com/"&gt;Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of the fidius.org network &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved pirates, I can trace my ancestry to a Pirate, and as Captain on Deck for Treasure Island Preschool Ministry I get to dress like a Pirate. So today is so my day to enjoy the Pirateyness of it all!! I hope get to enjoy some random dose of Pirateyness today too, Arrgghhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is funny, a bit slow, and the pics are kind dumb, but hey its all in today's spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zx28zyJtb0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zx28zyJtb0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" 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/2520621538903671022-2707573931259392813?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/2707573931259392813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=2707573931259392813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2707573931259392813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2707573931259392813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/09/national-talk-like-pirate-day.html' title='National talk like a pirate day'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1331420042318889903</id><published>2008-09-15T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:59:04.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7MdmoccSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Lkka3t5YenU/s1600-h/pile-of-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246355424891662626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7MdmoccSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Lkka3t5YenU/s320/pile-of-book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today (I hope) I bought my last school book for the semester. I have bought a book for every class but 1. That never happens to me. I usualy only have to buy my Math book and like 1 other book. I only have to buy my own books, because I am blessed with a mother who pays for my tuition. And after the first semester of school I have bought ALL my books online because I can get them redicuously cheaper. Book hunting isn't always fun, but it is always worth the price you pay. I have spent the past 2 weeks shopping and waiting. I am only excited about my Ethics book, because thats the only book I intend on using in my everyday "real" life. Not so much my Understanding Art book, or (sorry IE) my History book. All the classes I am taking this semester I plan on learning from them and taking knowledge beyond the classroom, but I plan on selling/donating all my other books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does anyone who has finished college still hold onto their college books?? and do you really ever think, let alone read them any more??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-1331420042318889903?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1331420042318889903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1331420042318889903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1331420042318889903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1331420042318889903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-books.html' title='School Books'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7MdmoccSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Lkka3t5YenU/s72-c/pile-of-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6078710753614979120</id><published>2008-09-09T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:38:50.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SMbOw0WQc9I/AAAAAAAAADw/n_heegddxXM/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244106154200560594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SMbOw0WQc9I/AAAAAAAAADw/n_heegddxXM/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So some of you kknow that for the past 5 days I have been OBSESSING over a series of books that start off with the book Twilight. I read Twilight (498pgs) in less than 40 hrs, and then read the next book in the series New Moon (563pgs) in less time. I am a reader by nature, but I am more into these books than I was with Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244106268556848754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SMbO3eW67nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/umrMGDsOtbg/s320/new+moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What are these books about you might ask?? Well its from an average teenage girl's perspective of moving from sunny Phoenix, AZ with her mom to raninyForks, WA with her dad. She starts a new high school where a family of teenage vampires go to school. She ends up being the true love of one the greek god looking vampire boys. They learn to over come their differences, like him not being able to going out into direct sunlight, and the fact that she smells like the most tasty thing he has ever smelled in his 100 year existance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know that some of you think I am being cheesy, but really guys its a great read. I love to read, and there aren't many books that I obsess over, and this one is a must read for any woman who wants to be loved to her most deepest core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6078710753614979120?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6078710753614979120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6078710753614979120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6078710753614979120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6078710753614979120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SMbOw0WQc9I/AAAAAAAAADw/n_heegddxXM/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-8142212932825746892</id><published>2008-08-31T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:48:36.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Line up</title><content type='html'>My DVR is set and ready to go for this years Fall line up. I don't watch much tv, but the shows I obsessively watch I have dying with anticipation to finally come back. Some of them start this week, and its only a week away for the others!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mondays-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7DTBpC14I/AAAAAAAAAEE/paf4BnXooLA/s1600-h/heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246345347558725506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="124" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7DTBpC14I/AAAAAAAAAEE/paf4BnXooLA/s320/heroes.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heroes (NBC Sept 22 9pm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesdays-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7H6PtrHHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/16sF9ThAu_4/s1600-h/the-biggest-loser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246350419397647474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="158" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7H6PtrHHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/16sF9ThAu_4/s320/the-biggest-loser.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Biggest Loser (NBC Sept 16 8pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesdays-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7F1IGSVyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/k9D29PlCvVM/s1600-h/key_art_project_runway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246348132430796578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="96" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7F1IGSVyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/k9D29PlCvVM/s320/key_art_project_runway.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Project Runway (Bravo 9pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7Df0XZTfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yX2UfWUHZyA/s1600-h/uguly+betty.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246345567333338610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7Df0XZTfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yX2UfWUHZyA/s320/uguly+betty.bmp" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ugly Betty (ABC Sept 25 8pm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7Igl5UNkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ceqgz2HQqZs/s1600-h/the-office-final-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246351078187087426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="111" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7Igl5UNkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ceqgz2HQqZs/s320/the-office-final-2.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Office (NBC Sept 25 9pm) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7HmANOwaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Srg7PaqAeuk/s1600-h/kitchen+nightmares.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246350071637655970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="182" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7HmANOwaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Srg7PaqAeuk/s320/kitchen+nightmares.bmp" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitchen Nightmares (Fox Sept 19 9pm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fridays-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246347261753791650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="109" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7FCcktlKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4Xc83AS2lJ4/s320/supernanny-logo-2.gif" width="173" border="0" /&gt;Supper Nanny (ABC 9pm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What shows are you filling up your Tivo with this Fall?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-8142212932825746892?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/8142212932825746892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=8142212932825746892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8142212932825746892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8142212932825746892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/08/fall-line-up.html' title='Fall Line up'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SM7DTBpC14I/AAAAAAAAAEE/paf4BnXooLA/s72-c/heroes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1229363861774830084</id><published>2008-08-29T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:42:43.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes in Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Normally my dad fwds me e-mail that are political or racist, and I delete them before I really read them. This one, however, really spoke to me. I have a place in my heart for those who are the dimond in the ruff, and this story is truely inspiring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239996429945236194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SLg0_YczauI/AAAAAAAAADo/2QemDBU_F1Y/s320/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I showered and shaved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adjusted my tie. I got there and sat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a pew just in time. Bowing my head in prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I closed my eyes. I saw the shoe of the man next to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touching my own. I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;With plenty of room on either side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought, "Why must our soles touch?" It bothered me, his shoe touching mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it didn't bother him much. A prayer began: "Our Father"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought, "This man with the shoes, has no pride. They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!" "Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on. The shoe man said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A quiet "Amen." I tried to focus on the prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But my thoughts were on his shoes again.Aren't we supposed to look our best. When walking through that door? "Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought, Glancing toward the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Then the prayer was ended&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the songs of praise began. The shoe man was certainly loud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sounding proud as he sang. His voice lifted the rafters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His hands were raised high. The Lord could surely hear. The shoe man's voice from the sky. It was time for the offering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what I threw in was steep. I watched as the shoe man reached&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Into his pockets so deep. I saw what was pulled out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the shoe man put in. Then I heard a soft "clink" . As when silver hits tin. The sermon really bored me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To tears, and that's no lie. It was the same for the shoe man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For tears fell from his eyes. At the end of the service&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As is the custom here. We must greet new visitors, And show them all good cheer. But I felt moved somehow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And wanted to meet the shoe man.&lt;br /&gt;So after the closing prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I reached over and shook his hand. He was old and his skin was dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And his hair was truly a mess. But I thanked him for coming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For being our guest. He said, "My names' Charlie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm glad to meet you, my friend." There were tears in his eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But he had a large, wide grin. "Let me explain," he said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wiping tears from his eyes. "I've been coming here for months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you're the first to say 'Hi.'" "I know that my appearance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is not like all the rest." "But I really do try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To always look my best." "I always clean and polish my shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before my very long walk." "But by the time I get here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're dirty and dusty, like chalk." My heart filled with pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I swallowed to hide my tears. As he continued to apologize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For daring to sit so near He said, "When I get here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I must look a sight." "But I thought if I could touch you..Then maybe our souls might unite." I was silent for a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing whatever was said Would pale in comparison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I spoke from my heart, not my head.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you've touched me," I said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And taught me, in part" "That the best of any man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is what is found in his heart." The rest, I thought,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This shoe man will never know. Like just how thankful I really am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That his dirty old shoe touched my soul You are special to me and you have made a difference in my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-1229363861774830084?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1229363861774830084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1229363861774830084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1229363861774830084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1229363861774830084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/08/shoes-in-church.html' title='Shoes in Church'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SLg0_YczauI/AAAAAAAAADo/2QemDBU_F1Y/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-5849024703138660560</id><published>2008-08-26T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:57:43.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments</title><content type='html'>Some of these might not sound like compliments, but to me they moved mountains to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You look very comfortable"&lt;/strong&gt; (looking at my bear feet in the church offices)&lt;strong&gt; "You look like someone who works with children. Do you&lt;/strong&gt;?"~ Random Ladies looking for info on Trunk or Treat. The conversation that followed was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You always looked beautiful to me"&lt;/strong&gt; ~Tami Waterman. We were talking about me loosing weight. This meant the most because she told me that I looked beautiful even at my heaviest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I can really see that you have a passion for this, and your heart is made for Preschool."&lt;/strong&gt; ~Rebecca, a Preschool Volunteer at Hallendale. My heart cried with joy, and let off a beam of happiness at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for loving me and giving compliments, even if you don't mean it to be a compliment, I/everyone still likes to hear positive reinforcement from time to time. Keep up the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There is one more at least that I received this weekend, but my brain is mush. If I can remember what it is I will be sure to edit this post. Peace!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-5849024703138660560?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/5849024703138660560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=5849024703138660560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5849024703138660560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5849024703138660560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/08/compliments.html' title='Compliments'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1964804405595663524</id><published>2008-08-24T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:45:21.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwd e-mail from my mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half FUll. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it could only do half of what it had been made to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. 'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. 'The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? ''That's because I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;''For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this Beauty to grace the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SO, to all of my crackpot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;friends, have a great day and remember to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;smell the flowers on your side of the path!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-1964804405595663524?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1964804405595663524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1964804405595663524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1964804405595663524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1964804405595663524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/08/fwd-e-mail-from-my-mom.html' title='Fwd e-mail from my mom'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-7608955494933395967</id><published>2008-08-22T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:10:55.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place not a Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My cousins has a friend that she has known for about a Decade and she has recently been left without a home at the age of 17. She has a very crazy family situation, and for the past few weeks has been going house to house never knowing where she will end up that night. She has stayed many nights recently at my Aunts house because my Aunt has a huge heart and would never let anyone she know goes without anything she can provide. My cousins friend was able to move into the dorms at FIU today, and she is so happy there. It made me think about all the wonderful people God has place in my life, that if I ever find myself without a home there will always be a place for me to stay. I have people that will let me sleep on their couch, in their guests rooms, and even their own rooms if something were to come up. I am so grateful to all of you that have gone out of your way to love me, and to remind me that I will always have a place if I don't have a home. You guys rock!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-7608955494933395967?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/7608955494933395967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=7608955494933395967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7608955494933395967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7608955494933395967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/08/place-not-home.html' title='A Place not a Home'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-8815161447726161481</id><published>2008-08-08T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:57:31.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deadliest Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJzdYhsS6UI/AAAAAAAAADg/dAUBpXP9IRM/s1600-h/DeadliestCatch-channelmain-APRIL15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232300280528431426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJzdYhsS6UI/AAAAAAAAADg/dAUBpXP9IRM/s320/DeadliestCatch-channelmain-APRIL15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, so some of you know my obsession with the Discovery Channel's series &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/deadliestcatch/deadliestcatch.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deadliest Catch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. So for those of you that don't know the show please let me inform you of what you are missing. This show follows about 7-10 different crab boats that set sial in the dealiest sea (hence the name), the Bering Sea off the coast of Alaska. They show what these men go through during a season of fishing for huge crab. I love the show because it shows real people having a real life adveture. They work really hard, hardly sleep, eat crazy amounts of food to keep moving, and they get shifted around the iced deck like the disk on a air hockey table.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJzceJo6kgI/AAAAAAAAADY/RLILfOXPyjo/s1600-h/cm-crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232299277639389698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJzceJo6kgI/AAAAAAAAADY/RLILfOXPyjo/s320/cm-crew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have my favorite crew which is the one on the Corneila Marie. I love the father sons relationship. Phil is honestly to me the best skipper, and they are amazing men that no matter what they feel, work their tails off in the coldest weather ever!! I love this ship so much that I logged onto their site to send in my resume to be their cook. Yeah, I know Im crazy. But I really want to help these guys out because they work so hard, and they could use the great food and woman's touch on board. But don't worry, they post that they don't have any job openings, and even if they did they only hire within the family. Sad for me, but great for them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well if share my obsession, or want to recule me (IE) feel free to comment me. Don't forget to check out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/deadliestcatch/deadliestcatch.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deadliest Catch &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the DIscovery Channel at 11am and 4pm every week day, and click on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://corneliamarie.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corneila Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; to see their offical website. Happy fishing!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-8815161447726161481?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/8815161447726161481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=8815161447726161481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8815161447726161481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8815161447726161481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/08/deadliest-obsession.html' title='The Deadliest Obsession'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJzdYhsS6UI/AAAAAAAAADg/dAUBpXP9IRM/s72-c/DeadliestCatch-channelmain-APRIL15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-7444124294730133256</id><published>2008-08-06T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:42:14.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a C.S. Lewis Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJoMd-00-GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qdTgJsCaYIM/s1600-h/walt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231507626364565602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJoMd-00-GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qdTgJsCaYIM/s320/walt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth." ~ Walt Whitman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thats what I call a poetic Hippie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-7444124294730133256?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/7444124294730133256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=7444124294730133256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7444124294730133256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7444124294730133256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-cs-lewis-quote.html' title='Not a C.S. Lewis Quote'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJoMd-00-GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qdTgJsCaYIM/s72-c/walt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-2777327525775584117</id><published>2008-07-31T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:05.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today as Ester the dog and I made are usual morning walk, I reached back in my memory file of the times when I walked down dirt roads by our house in Virginia and had adventures. I would walk through the woods, pick blackberries, and trespassed through property forgotten. I wished I was back there, back in the places where Ester would love because there are so many different things she could bite. I loved walking on the paths less taken, and view senery that&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJHODK9QkbI/AAAAAAAAADA/Q238_zk-LIA/s1600-h/hiking_dennisflowers_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229187196230078898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJHODK9QkbI/AAAAAAAAADA/Q238_zk-LIA/s320/hiking_dennisflowers_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the world had hidden away from prying eyes, and yet made beautiful with every detail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God built me to travel, and I haven't taken one road trip the whole summer. I am deeply bummed, but not despaired. I plan on making the best out of this Fall semester so that next Spring and Summer all I do is have adentures. Watch out &lt;a href="http://www.donaldmillerwords.com/"&gt;Donald Miller,&lt;/a&gt; I am following in your tire marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-2777327525775584117?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/2777327525775584117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=2777327525775584117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2777327525775584117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2777327525775584117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/07/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='A walk down Memory Lane'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJHODK9QkbI/AAAAAAAAADA/Q238_zk-LIA/s72-c/hiking_dennisflowers_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6761340308305732904</id><published>2008-07-30T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:10:42.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pucca</title><content type='html'>So I have never heard of this Cartoon Network show called Pucca before i started sitting for the Garcia girls Alex and Angelic. They love this show, and I will admit I am not a big cartoon fan I do like this show. Its premise is that this girl (who can kick Kung Fu butt) is in love with Garu, a nija boy that does not love her back. Pucca is always following Garu, and she normally saves him from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y19f2zggVBU&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that while watching this show for the first time I could almost relate to Pucca. I have a tendance to chase boys, and it always backfires. I can only pray I never looked like Pucca does. But don't worry I don't chase boys any more. I know my Adam will come to me when God decides we are good and ready. To bad I can't share that with poor Pucca. All well... Peace!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6761340308305732904?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6761340308305732904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6761340308305732904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6761340308305732904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6761340308305732904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/07/pucca.html' title='Pucca'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-228881862168699386</id><published>2008-07-26T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:05.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Prices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OK so i know gas prices have looked like this lately... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227509527363907970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SIvYN_Z-8YI/AAAAAAAAACI/M-thwg1any0/s320/Gas_Prices_arm-leg.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;But this week (for all of those of you that have been under the Sea in an octopus' garden in the shade for the past few days) gases prices went under the $4 mark. Last weekend while driving with my mom i saw it at $4.01. I told her if I saw it go down under $4 I was goingto dance. And then this Wed while driving To FRC Hallendale with IE i saw something like this everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228995360532177954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEfk3SvpCI/AAAAAAAAACg/ti11qTk1IyY/s320/gas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So when I saw the gas price i did a jig, in which Stacie proceeded to give me a wierded out look. I had to then explain my actions. So make a long story short (too late) I am really, really, really excited that God has heard the cries of this nation and lowered gas prices. Yes, i think God had everything to do with the lower gas prices at the pump!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-228881862168699386?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/228881862168699386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=228881862168699386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/228881862168699386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/228881862168699386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/07/gas-prices.html' title='Gas Prices'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SIvYN_Z-8YI/AAAAAAAAACI/M-thwg1any0/s72-c/Gas_Prices_arm-leg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-3464924662534156377</id><published>2008-07-20T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:29:42.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My iGoogle Theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ok, so as weird as this my sound I love my iGoogle homepage Heading theme. Its called Ocean Life and its main character is an underwater Octopus. I love it so much because in a weird way he/she is a reflection of me. In the moring it drinks coffee, in the afternoon its on its laptop, in the evening its listening to its ipod, and at night its reading. I know that might sound like I am describing 3/4 of the American population, but I don't care, I still feel like he/she is a reflection of me on a regular day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now all I have to do is name it. So do you guys have any suggestions to my cephalopod friend??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-3464924662534156377?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/3464924662534156377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=3464924662534156377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3464924662534156377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3464924662534156377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-igoogle-theme.html' title='My iGoogle Theme'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-8915890842156522119</id><published>2008-07-18T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:05.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My Kindred Spirt Brittnee Lynch has been involved with the Table at FRC for sometime now, and she has really inspired me to do the right thing for the homeless. And since she has started volunteering to love on our brothers and sisters that are down on their luck and just need, love and support because they are still human and are equal with those who might have more fortune then they (even though the more fortune look down on the less, even though they are equal in God's eyes); I have read almost every week in my Quite Time about how we should support the homeless, invite strangers to dinner. SO if you want to do the same here is a great way to support the Homeless brothers and sisters in our area.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SIDBcNUZjiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZVouKcKn8lI/s1600-h/HighTops-for+Hunger+baner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224388258105495074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SIDBcNUZjiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZVouKcKn8lI/s320/HighTops-for+Hunger+baner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SIDBmUVY9uI/AAAAAAAAACA/-P0Qy4wKK2c/s1600-h/HighTops-for+Hunger+info.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224388431787390690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SIDBmUVY9uI/AAAAAAAAACA/-P0Qy4wKK2c/s320/HighTops-for+Hunger+info.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-8915890842156522119?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/8915890842156522119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=8915890842156522119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8915890842156522119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8915890842156522119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-cause.html' title='A Good Cause'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SIDBcNUZjiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZVouKcKn8lI/s72-c/HighTops-for+Hunger+baner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6826328730715171133</id><published>2008-07-11T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:53:31.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippies Unite</title><content type='html'>Here is the latest Hippie Music video. Sheryl Crow is know for her political lyrics, so no surprise that she wrote this Hippie song. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kD1XLJSu1Po&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kD1XLJSu1Po&amp;hl=en&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;Make sure to notice all the old footage and try to feel the way they used to feel and how similar it is now, but without the peace, love, and hope. This country need a few good Hippies once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6826328730715171133?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6826328730715171133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6826328730715171133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6826328730715171133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6826328730715171133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/07/hippies-unite.html' title='Hippies Unite'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6945950157798674591</id><published>2008-07-10T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:05.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 08</title><content type='html'>So since I have been spending my summer at the William's (see John and Jen's profile links to the right -&gt;)I get into a new routine here then I would on a normal summer at my house. The past few Summers have been me by myself remodling my room, cleaning my house, and reading. This summer it has changed dramitcally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have picked up some new obsessions. &lt;br /&gt;~Johnathan taught Jen and I how to play Yatzee last week, and the 3 of us have played it like 5 times in less then a week!! I may not be amazing at it, bubt it is so addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SHbQqOsVX7I/AAAAAAAAABw/440zuk3YA8Q/s1600-h/yahtzee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SHbQqOsVX7I/AAAAAAAAABw/440zuk3YA8Q/s320/yahtzee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221590241899798450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Every summer when I spend time with my cousins at their house they build puzzles, well I took that idea and brought it to the Williams house along with a 10 puzle box set. The whole family contributes, and we use our brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I got the kids hooked on the concept of free books, and movies from the library. We go like 3x's a week, even the 3 year old loves it. I checked out Sleepy Hollow fromthe library this week, now tomorrow Karli and I are going to watch the Tim Burtton version of the movie. I am going to try and convince her read the book after it, but Im not holding my breath. I love to read, so anytime they get roudy I can just say "Ok, everyone go to a quite place a read for an hour, and I get to do something I love, and the children learn to love the written word. Really a win/win situation I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6945950157798674591?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6945950157798674591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6945950157798674591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6945950157798674591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6945950157798674591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-08.html' title='Summer 08'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SHbQqOsVX7I/AAAAAAAAABw/440zuk3YA8Q/s72-c/yahtzee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6702901290662298630</id><published>2008-07-07T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:43:07.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Another C.S. Lewis Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"At this very moment you and I are either committing [selfishness], or about to commit it, or repenting it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So try to think of others in every possible situation, even when almost every angle looks like it should be about you, because face it, this life is NOT ABOUT YOU despite every advertisement on tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 2:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 12:9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6702901290662298630?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6702901290662298630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6702901290662298630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6702901290662298630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6702901290662298630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-another-cs-lewis-quote.html' title='Yes, Another C.S. Lewis Quote'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6593194368825618236</id><published>2008-06-29T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:13:46.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Jonathan Williams</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I stole this video from Bert Lopez page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for everyone who doesn't understand the Twitter craze and how awesome it is.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://dotsub.com/api/smallplayer.php?filmid=3066&amp;filminstance=3068&amp;language=none" frameborder="0" width="320" height="272"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6593194368825618236?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6593194368825618236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6593194368825618236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6593194368825618236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6593194368825618236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/06/dedicated-to-jonathan-williams.html' title='Dedicated to Jonathan Williams'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6306651117685619102</id><published>2008-06-22T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:06.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping, Chicken, and Long Lost Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;today was an awesome day, after coming home from church my mom and I immediately went on a shopping excursion which led to me (spoiled alert) getting, cool new hippie converses, a cute paisley purse, and a Body Victoria Secrets bra. Then my mom and I beat the weather and ate at Stir Crazy, where we ordered two amazingly delicious appetizers (ahi tuna, and crab cakes) and for dessert we had a beautiful mango creme brule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SF7k_7_pCFI/AAAAAAAAABo/5UIafovlKKU/s1600-h/chicken-sandwhich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SF7k_7_pCFI/AAAAAAAAABo/5UIafovlKKU/s320/chicken-sandwhich.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214857205629126738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you might have noticed I skipped the main course and that is because we had ordered a tofu Pad Thai, but instead we got a chicken Pad Thai. So yes, after 2 years of being a vegetarian, today I ate chicken. Yes I noticed that the tofu was a bit weird, and I caught on after like my 5th bite. I was so mad. We told the server that we didn't order chicken, and he was like I assumed you wanted it. And then proceeded to charge us for it. &lt;br /&gt;But what finished the meal on a high was that as I walking out the door I saw a friend that I had not seen in 5years. A friend that was family, that in high school I was at their house more than my own. I got his new number and his sisters, because his sister was my best friend for 5 years. &lt;br /&gt;I have to say that even though I desecrated my veggietood, today was an awesome day. Yes, I kn ow chickens every where are cursing my name (sorry beakys) but today was a God loved day!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6306651117685619102?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6306651117685619102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6306651117685619102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6306651117685619102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6306651117685619102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/06/shopping-chicken-and-long-lost-friends.html' title='Shopping, Chicken, and Long Lost Friends'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SF7k_7_pCFI/AAAAAAAAABo/5UIafovlKKU/s72-c/chicken-sandwhich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-8773594219622303258</id><published>2008-06-18T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:50:06.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SFk72u-YrVI/AAAAAAAAABg/nD6_NDy9m5E/s1600-h/Jesus+over+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SFk72u-YrVI/AAAAAAAAABg/nD6_NDy9m5E/s320/Jesus+over+us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213263855166729554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom sent me this e-mail last week. I love these hidden picture things. And this one is just beautiful. I love how it portrays as Jesus being in nature watching over us, and if maybe, just maybe, we look for Him in it we can see Him. Can You see Him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-8773594219622303258?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/8773594219622303258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=8773594219622303258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8773594219622303258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8773594219622303258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-is-everywhere.html' title='He is everywhere'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SFk72u-YrVI/AAAAAAAAABg/nD6_NDy9m5E/s72-c/Jesus+over+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-8997084012814305690</id><published>2008-06-15T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:46:44.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Personal Revival</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lately I have noticed a depletion in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awareness&lt;/span&gt; for God. I feel like I haven't really talked to Him, or stop to feel His presence at all in the past few weeks. So since I don't have to nanny this week, I am fully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;committing&lt;/span&gt; my week to my own personal revival. I have a list of plans to do this week to help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rekindle&lt;/span&gt; my passion and attention to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I borrowed a Don Miller Small Group DVD&lt;br /&gt;              *Study the study guide&lt;br /&gt;              * Watch the DVD&lt;br /&gt;~Jen Williams let me borrow her Passion 08 CD&lt;br /&gt;              * Listening to it while I clean&lt;br /&gt;~Finally finishing Don Miller's "Searching For God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Knows&lt;/span&gt; What"&lt;br /&gt;~Buying "God on a Harley" because its the book a book study that Nikki Terry is starting for girls at Starbucks in July&lt;br /&gt;~Take long walks with me and my Jesus&lt;br /&gt;~Finally listen to all the podcasts I have downloaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;             *FRC pod casts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;             *Rob Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;             *Louie Giglio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;             *Don Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;I know God will reveal more ways that He wants to get closer to me, as long as I am faithful to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in touch&lt;/span&gt; with Him. So pray that I stay on course, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; stop to listen when and where God talks to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-8997084012814305690?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/8997084012814305690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=8997084012814305690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8997084012814305690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8997084012814305690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/06/personal-revival.html' title='A Personal Revival'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-5792067091250578850</id><published>2008-06-14T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:22:37.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my iGoogle I have a couple of what I think are interesting applications (im a geek). One of the applications is Word of the Day and today's word of the day is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tfd.com/centromere" target="_top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;centromere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(noun) The most condensed and constricted region of a chromosome, to which the spindle fiber is attached during mitosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um... when am I going to use this word in a sentence? "Wow there are so many people at the mall today, now I know what a centromere feels like." or "My closet has so many clothes packed into its like a centomere. I think I even see some spindle fiber coming out." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, no. I might be weird, and say weird things, but I can assure you iGoogle that this is not a word that will be said in my day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-5792067091250578850?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/5792067091250578850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=5792067091250578850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5792067091250578850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5792067091250578850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/06/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1377511478368258896</id><published>2008-06-04T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:27:41.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the Pain, if only to Hear</title><content type='html'>God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.  ~ C.S. Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-1377511478368258896?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1377511478368258896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1377511478368258896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1377511478368258896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1377511478368258896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/06/bring-on-pain-if-only-to-hear.html' title='Bring on the Pain, if only to Hear'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6543397841949925886</id><published>2008-05-26T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:16:32.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So I was cleaning out my "desk" at home and found my Europe Trip Pics. I went on a European tour back in high school. 5 countries in 10days. It was a lot of fun. Here are a few pics of the gang, I will post a slide show once I figure out how to make a slide show fit for blogger. (tips are welcomed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-StacyatFt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-StacyatFt-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/1-StacyatFt-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This was taken in the airport before we left, and yes those are crutches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8-StacyMydaJudyandTalinAmsterdam.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8-StacyMydaJudyandTalinAmsterdam-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/8-StacyMydaJudyandTalinAmsterdam-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me, my Mom, Tal's mom, and Tal. Tal became my best friend after this trip, I didn't even know she existed before the trip.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13-TalandStacywiththelocalboysofAms.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13-TalandStacywiththelocalboysof-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/13-TalandStacywiththelocalboysof-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The leader was a French Teacher at our school, and she thought it would be funny if we took a pic with this group of young DRUNK people. It was like 5pm!! Check out the girl who is upside down, why you ask. I don't think she even knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=87-AmyMydaStacyValTalJudyandFabi-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/87-AmyMydaStacyValTalJudyandFabi-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is our group pic. The guy at the bottom was our tour guide Fabio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6543397841949925886?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6543397841949925886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6543397841949925886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6543397841949925886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6543397841949925886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/05/europe-02.html' title='Europe 02'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-2777519417817616383</id><published>2008-05-21T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:46:34.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooohhhh Chihuahua</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We went to go see Prince Caspian last week and this was one of the trailers before the movie. You have to watch it I think it a funny trailer... myabe not a great movie, but well worth the 1.30 mins of the trailer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7tleFb6TlI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7tleFb6TlI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-2777519417817616383?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/2777519417817616383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=2777519417817616383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2777519417817616383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2777519417817616383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/05/oooohhhh-chihuahua.html' title='Oooohhhh Chihuahua'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-2727155695344244</id><published>2008-05-21T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:25:09.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweaking who?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I am tweaking my blog page. I know I have been known to say "I like the simplicty of my hippie blog." But I think change is good from time to time. I will be tweaking my blog for the next few weeks. Leave a comment here if you like something, dislike something, or know of a way to better my place. Thanks. Peace!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-2727155695344244?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/2727155695344244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=2727155695344244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2727155695344244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2727155695344244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/05/tweaking-who.html' title='Tweaking who?!?!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-8318086767793330238</id><published>2008-05-17T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:54:42.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Ok so a lot of cool things happened today: had an awesome day with my Elevate family at Tree Tops playing Frisbee, Football, and hanging out. Heard one of the best sermons Troy has ever given, with awesome worship, and spent a trying hour and a half with 3yrs olds teaching them that "I am wonderfully made." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;          But the thing that was really cool was that I got to see my real life hero again today on my way home from church at 9pm tonight. There is this older man that looks like he can barely walk, yet he takes a walk like 2-3 times a day. I have even seen him ride his bike around where we live. He lives in my development and one day I got to say the pleasantries like "Hi! How are you?!" He is so nice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;           He is my hero because he looks like he should be at home shuffling around his house doing nothing. But no, he does not let age get in his way from doing anything. He reminds me that just because it hurts to move doesn't mean you can't walk 2 miles. Just because old age has kicked in doesn't mean you can't have any more adventures. Nothing is impossible with determination, will power, and the strength of God behind you. I know this man I proud to be able to walk, to feel the sun on his face, the breeze, and to feel every muscle in his body. This man inspires me to be a women of faith, and warrior for God at every age that God has me to be on this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-8318086767793330238?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/8318086767793330238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=8318086767793330238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8318086767793330238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8318086767793330238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-3588204879752597072</id><published>2008-05-13T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:40:43.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A fifth grade teacher in a Christian school asked her class to look at TV commercials and see if they could use them in some way to communicate ideas  about God.  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the results: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;BAYER ASPIRIN&lt;br /&gt;He works miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;a FORD&lt;br /&gt;He's got a better idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;COKE&lt;br /&gt;He's the  real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;HALLMARK CARDS&lt;br /&gt;He cares enough to send His very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;TIDE&lt;br /&gt;He gets the stains out that others leave behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL ELECTRIC&lt;br /&gt;He  brings good things to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;SEARS&lt;br /&gt;He has everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;ALKA-SELTZER&lt;br /&gt;Try Him, you'll like Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;SCOTCH TAPE&lt;br /&gt;You can't see Him, but you know He's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;DELTA&lt;br /&gt;He's ready when you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;ALLSTATE&lt;br /&gt;You're in  good hands with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;VO-5 Hair Spray &lt;br /&gt;He holds through all kinds of weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;DIAL SOAP&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you  glad you have Him?  Don't you wish everybody did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;the U.S. POST OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will keep Him from His appointed destination.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt; Chevrolet. . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the heart beat of America  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;God is like&lt;br /&gt;Maxwell House. . .&lt;br /&gt;Good to the very last drop  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God is like.&lt;br /&gt;Bounty. .. . .&lt;br /&gt; He is the quicker picker upper. . can handle the tough jobs. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and He won't fall apart on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-3588204879752597072?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/3588204879752597072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=3588204879752597072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3588204879752597072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3588204879752597072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-is.html' title='God is...'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-102154427613572477</id><published>2008-05-08T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:05:29.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bells in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No large brass bells the size of VW Beetles are falling from the sky, tomorrow my long time friend Mo Tinoco and short time friend Stephanie Sanchez are having their Civil Ceremony at the Hallendale Campus. &lt;a href="http://tinocosanchez.com/"&gt;Mo and Stephanie &lt;/a&gt;are having a Pirate themed wedding, they are even going as far as Colombia to get married in the Caribbean!! I am so excited for tomorrow, because this is as close to Colombia that I will get. I wish them both all the happiness in the world because they are two of the most genuinely loving, caring, funny, and Christ loving people I have ever met. I love you both and I can't wait to party in your new appartment when you guys get back and you have unpacked all your new gifts!! God Bless!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-102154427613572477?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/102154427613572477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=102154427613572477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/102154427613572477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/102154427613572477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/05/bells-in-air.html' title='Bells in the Air'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-77455244092821745</id><published>2008-05-05T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:18:10.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Need and A Deed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So the other day I walked out to my mail box and inside was a little yellow flyer. I like to read my junk mail because you never know what might be useful. This little paper was a announcement that Silver Trail Middle school (the middle school I went to) Was having a fund raiser Garage Sale May 12th to raise money for research for Histiocytosis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;When I was two years old I was diagnosed with Histiocytosis X. One of the rarest genetic disease in America. It was so rare that there was little to no information on it at all. No one had done any real research on it because it was so rare. They treated it like cancer, and if it went away with chemo treatments great, if not sorry there was no other ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Histiocytosis X is 10 rare diseases rolled into one name because they are so rare that they don't get individual names. I learned recently, within the past 5 years, that it is a blood disease that forms hard masses in you blood stream in long arteries. If one of the masses block your heart, lungs, or brain you were out of luck. They have no idea where it comes from, how it starts, and how to really treat it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Chemo worked for me, and now I am in full recovery with the slimest chance for it to come back. And know I know its my turn to help others who are suffering from the same disease. Ever since I was little I wanted to do something to help fund research, now I can by supporting Silver Trail in their efforts for research funding. Please help them by showing up next Saturday and buying one item. I know that there are a few people that read my blog, and everyONE counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Please help because IT Matters to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-77455244092821745?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/77455244092821745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=77455244092821745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/77455244092821745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/77455244092821745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/05/need-and-deed.html' title='A Need and A Deed'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-3404382579705403860</id><published>2008-04-30T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:47:20.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok so I have been seriously thinking about this all week and now I am putting it down in no specific order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Top Ten Favorite Bands Rite Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beatles.com/core/home/"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michaelbuble.com/"&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/blakeshelton"&gt;Blake Shelton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dierks.com/site.php?content=videos&amp;amp;key=191171"&gt;Dirks Bentley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnmayer.com/blog"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutemath.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/davidcrowderband"&gt;David Crowder Band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reunionrecords.com/castingcrowns/altar/"&gt;Casting Crowns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leelandonline.com/"&gt;Leeland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jackjohnsonmusic.com/video/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=60771694"&gt;Charlie Hall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bradpaisley.com/site.php?content=music"&gt;Brad Paisley &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Needless to say if I was ever stuck on a dessert island with my bible and albums from these artist I would be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know who one of the singers/bands are please click on them and find out how awesome they really are!! Peace!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-3404382579705403860?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/3404382579705403860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=3404382579705403860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3404382579705403860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3404382579705403860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-bands.html' title='My Bands'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-1354622122917428389</id><published>2008-04-29T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:22:44.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and the Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No joke I love my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They love to make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;Even if its in front of half the staff on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that is was after I left, and they used nicknames. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks Mo for e-mailing me the proof that some jokes don't ever die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not being sarcastic if anyone out there doesn't know the joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have never been the source of a untrue rumor that turned into a joke, so thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I am having a lot of fun, and you guys make me laugh every time the joke goes to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows by next month we will be making fake arrangements for my fake wedding and putting announcements in the local paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-1354622122917428389?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/1354622122917428389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=1354622122917428389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1354622122917428389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/1354622122917428389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/04/friends-and-laughter.html' title='Friends and the Laughter'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-2704339742844907273</id><published>2008-04-21T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:24:24.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morals and Veggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have been a Vegetarian now for over a year. And just about everyone (except maybe a hand full of people) that has talked to me for more than five min. after finding out has to ask me why, but they don't stop there. They ask me really ridiculous questions about whats wrong with meat, and why not try doing this instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What most people fail to see is that being a Vegetarian is not just a decision, not just a lifestyle, but a moral belief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I grew up eating meat, and taking stand here and there what I would eat and I wouldn't like veal, and pate because of the obvious ways of harnessing these delicacies. But I am not against eating meat, I do eat meat, but I stand for the treatment of animals while they are still apart of this earth we all call home. God created the animals and gave man dominion over them, but I don't think that God had in mind that one day man would decided to abuse animals for mass production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am not trying to sell you being a Vegetarian, but I am trying to let you know that I am not wrong in MY beliefs. I don't ask you after finding out your Jewish "If you were locked in a room with a Christian, Buddhist, and a Atheist and they told you that you had to convert to one of their religions if you wanted to leave the room, and if you don't convert they kill you." I don't ask you if your gay "Well have you tried being straight?? That the opposite sex is so much more fun than the same sex, you are missing out on so much fun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then why am I constantly being paraded with questions and statements to make me feel stupid and like I am wrong?? I have a right to love, respect, and honor MY feelings. I don't try and push you to be a vegetarian, why are you pushing me to eat hormone induced meat?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;God gave me a heart for all animals intrinsically. I am sorry that you don't feel the same, but I am not sorry that I feel the way I do. So next time you have the urge to questions someone's beliefs, think about where your heart is when your words come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-2704339742844907273?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/2704339742844907273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=2704339742844907273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2704339742844907273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2704339742844907273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/04/morals-and-veggies.html' title='Morals and Veggies'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-5913184560274849101</id><published>2008-04-05T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:11:24.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are an awesome specimen for God's Glory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This week I have been a witness and a participant for the Glory of God through women power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last weekend Heather Palacios gave a sermon at Flamingo Road Church on the importance of doing things today that blew me away, and several others around the world. Then a group of women who were moved and inspired by her on staff at FRC threw a surprise party in honor the amazing work God had done through her that weekend. She was so surprised and touched that she was loved and appreciated not only by God for being His tool, but by her fellow peers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last night I had the honor of being the day of wedding coordinator for a friend that I hold dear to my heart as a role model of a beautiful woman with extraordinary faith, love, and strength (among other traits). While waiting for her cue to start her walk down the aisle and while listing to worship music, amongst all the hustle a bustle that was going on around her, she stopped and sang worship to her God. She was standing there in her wedding dress, about to be married, and she stood there with her hands raised, her eyes closed, and worshiping the God who has blessed her with a wonderful life because of her faith and obedience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;These women are the perfect picture of the woman I want to be in Christ, a tool for God to use to bless others. God is amazing on His own, He in no way needs us, but because He loves us He honors and blesses us as tools in His plans for His earth. God is awesome and woman, created for His own devices, is an awesome specimen of Faith, Love, Hope, Strength, Perseverance, and Wonder of what God has planed for us on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=girlsapples.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/girlsapples.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-5913184560274849101?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/5913184560274849101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=5913184560274849101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5913184560274849101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5913184560274849101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/04/women-are-awesome-specimen-for-gods.html' title='Women are an awesome specimen for God&apos;s Glory.'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-3292431366209414385</id><published>2008-04-03T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:23:09.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Contest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/Movies/?action=view&amp;amp;current=prison.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/Movies/prison.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So I hear about this blog contest that people have from time to time. So here is a picture of one of my favorite movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;If you are the first to name the movie that this picture I will buy you a cup of Starbucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And if you can name the actors in this picture I will buy you a sweet to go with it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-3292431366209414385?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/3292431366209414385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=3292431366209414385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3292431366209414385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3292431366209414385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-i-hear-about-this-blog-contest-that.html' title='My First Contest.'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/Movies/th_prison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-5610027565843658974</id><published>2008-04-02T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:26:59.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Sappy Chick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ok, so I am not ashamed to admit it. I love sappy Love Stories. My favorite movie of all time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ever After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, favorite story of all time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Pride and Prejudiced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;. No matter how many times I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ever After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, or read/watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I still am moved. I know I am only setting myself to fall when love knocks on my front door but I can't see it because I have a sappy romance in my view. But who said that my Adam can't be my Mr Darcy too?? I know God made my Adam perfect for me and vice versa, so I know that my Adam will be as sappy as me, or at least the male version of me of my sappyness. So know what, I will continue to go weak in the knees every time I think of Danielle Debarack and Utopia with her Prince. And I will always cry a little when I think of Mr. Darcy's determined love for a women who hated him more than anyone else on earth, only to turn around and love him just as much back. So deal with it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if you have not seen these movies and you are a girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you need to watch them to really learn how to feel loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if you are a boy and have never seen these movies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;watch them to learn how to really love a woman, and to understand her. i always say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; is the secret to every womans heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/Ever%20After/?action=view&amp;amp;current=happilyeverafter_cinderella.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/Ever%20After/happilyeverafter_cinderella.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ththc1f2f334.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/ththc1f2f334.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/Ever%20After/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fairytalesdocometrue_glasssliper.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/Ever%20After/fairytalesdocometrue_glasssliper.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=photogallery_darcy_lizzie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/photogallery_darcy_lizzie.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/Ever%20After/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wonderful-everafter.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/Ever%20After/wonderful-everafter.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mrdarcyboyfriend.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/mrdarcyboyfriend.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=waitformyprince.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/waitformyprince.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-5610027565843658974?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/5610027565843658974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=5610027565843658974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5610027565843658974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/5610027565843658974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-sappy-chick.html' title='I&apos;m a Sappy Chick'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/Ever%20After/th_happilyeverafter_cinderella.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-4590373996307339064</id><published>2008-03-30T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:54:10.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I have been waiting for over a year now for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.268generation.com/2.0/splash3.htm"&gt;Passion08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Tonight 8 of us (out of 15) had a meeting tonight to finalize our trip. I think it is going to be the best road trip I have taken so far. Here is what our itinerary looks like so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 4/09/08 7pm- Prayer meeting for safety, and to get our hearts ready for the Word and Worship that we are about to experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 4/10/08 8am- Arrive at church to pack a 15 person van (only) with 15 people and all their luggage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    8:30am- Be on the road ATL bound!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                7ish- arrive at the hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 4/11/08 9:30am- Leave hotel and spend the day at Six Flags theme park!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    2pm- Leave park and head back to the hotel for a "Cowboy Shower" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                     4pm- Leave for registration at the Gwenette Arena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                             7:30pm- First session begins!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday 4/12/08 10am- Morning session- Evening session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday 4/13/08 morning time- Leave hotel for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.northpoint.org/bya-directions"&gt;North Point&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://268blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Louie Giglio's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; home church) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                      afternoon time- Leave for home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                      midnight- Arrive at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So for those of you that don't know what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.268generation.com/regionals07/"&gt;Passion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; is here is a short synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passion is a 2 day conference that is traveling all over the world, and stopping in 4 places in N. America. We are going to the one in Gwenette, Ga. Louie Giglio and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.francischan.org/"&gt;Francis Chan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; are the main speakers. David Crowder, Chris Tomlin, and Charlie Hall are the Worship Leaders!!! Plus free lunch!! Last year there were 22,000 Christian college students in attendance, plus leaders and High school seniors. It is a conference for college students to make a difference for God's kingdom by changing the world, one towel, well, brick, sock, dollar, student at a time. It is a conference that will change your life no matter where your in your walk with Christ. And its even better when you go with the people you love, and are doing life/ministry with!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-4590373996307339064?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/4590373996307339064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=4590373996307339064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4590373996307339064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/4590373996307339064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/03/passion-08.html' title='Passion 08'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-3054322799106047045</id><published>2008-03-30T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:24:22.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Car!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" b122="" elffancier="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hippie_van.jpg&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/hippie_van.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not so sure about that being the guy of my dreams, but I love, love the VW wagon!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Road Trip anyone?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-3054322799106047045?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/3054322799106047045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=3054322799106047045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3054322799106047045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/3054322799106047045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-dream-car.html' title='My Dream Car!!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-7190112100242501044</id><published>2008-03-25T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:48:00.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New FRC series</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what this series is about but I think it has something to do with being in a marriage with Christ being the center. Check it out every night at 8pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://troyandsteph.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy and Steph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-7190112100242501044?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/7190112100242501044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=7190112100242501044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7190112100242501044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7190112100242501044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-frc-series.html' title='New FRC series'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-2310647827931816884</id><published>2008-03-23T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:59:01.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>East to West</title><content type='html'>&lt;padding:15px;&gt; &lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;'Nothing, not even what is lowest and most bestial, will not be raised again if it submits to death.' ~C.S. Lewis &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Amen my brother, Amen!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-2310647827931816884?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/2310647827931816884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=2310647827931816884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2310647827931816884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/2310647827931816884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/03/east-to-west.html' title='East to West'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-7356715902714264189</id><published>2008-03-23T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:58:32.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was talking to my little brother the other day, which is strange for me. Yeah we played when we were little, but I became a middle schooler I didn't want to associate with him, and when he became a high schooler he didn't want to associate with me. I used to savor the days when he woke up late for school and I had to drive him, because then he had to talk to me a let me know what was going on. &lt;br /&gt;The other night he walked into my room for no reason and we talked. Really talked for an hour. It was awesome. I got my first real glimpse of the man he is turning into. I just wished he had a better relationship with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after the services I got a chance to talk with two of the guys that I see all the time at church, but never really get to talk to, but want to. It was really nice to get to know them who they were, and how they were feeling about the way the church was headed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I spent about 4 hours with 5 guys. I consider one to one of my closest guy friends, and 2 to be part of our family, and the 4 a family member of the first. (were you able to follow that??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't spend all that much time with our guys, and it really made me appreciate the boys in my life even more. Before I just saw them as regular members of my church family, but now I feel like I can look to them as real brothers, especially since the relationship between me and my brother has gotten so much better in the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is my Easter miracle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-7356715902714264189?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/7356715902714264189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=7356715902714264189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7356715902714264189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7356715902714264189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/03/boys.html' title='Boys'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6152438325733041887</id><published>2008-03-12T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:49:27.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I beat the Men!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ok so not that I am too worried about the dead rising and walking among us, but for curiosity sake I took this test. I wondered if I could beat iPastor and Matt Miller, and I did!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/zombie" style="color: #fff; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 385px; height: 209px; padding-top: 35px; background: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/761/584/zombie.406eh8ar2w.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Times New Roman, sans-serif; font-size: 60px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;"&gt;45%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I think I lost a lot of points for a) living in a heavy populated city {theres a lot of dumb people around me that will increase my chances of getting bit}    b) I don't own a gun, but hey I know how to use one does that cancel out?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well if you want take the test and see if you can beat the "Men".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6152438325733041887?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6152438325733041887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6152438325733041887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6152438325733041887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6152438325733041887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-beat-men.html' title='I beat the Men!!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6579043173435172001</id><published>2008-03-10T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:34:52.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan among us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now that FRC is openly waging a war against Satan I feel more attacked that ever by him. I feel that he is targeting me because I am one of the newest staff member at the church, and that he is using the people closest to me. I'm not sure if he is using me against them, or them against me. i don't want to accuse anyone of anything, but has anyone felt that at times they just want to call out people on their behavior but not sure if your could be totally out of line?? Jesus called out His closest disciples... Jesus turned and said to Peter, "Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the things of God, but the things of men." - Matthew 16:23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6579043173435172001?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6579043173435172001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6579043173435172001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6579043173435172001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6579043173435172001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/03/satan-among-us.html' title='Satan among us...'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6184525963757067937</id><published>2008-02-28T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T18:54:30.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippie Me!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=captain.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/captain.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=algoremyhero.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/algoremyhero.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6184525963757067937?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6184525963757067937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6184525963757067937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6184525963757067937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6184525963757067937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/02/hippie-me.html' title='Hippie Me!!!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-8771366561616887619</id><published>2008-02-27T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:58:35.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I left my house this morning at 8am and the temperature in my car said it was 78 degrees. In the 20mins it took me to get to Weston to babysitt the weather fell to 67 degrees. And its supposed to get into the 30's tonight!!! What is going on with the weather. I have never seen the temperature drop 40 degrees in 1 day.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Al Gore was rite people!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-8771366561616887619?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/8771366561616887619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=8771366561616887619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8771366561616887619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/8771366561616887619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/02/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming?!?!?!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-6389685123526547745</id><published>2008-02-26T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:21:57.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Life Lost puzzle!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So Stacie showed me the other day this website (&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://satanspeaks.com/"&gt;satanspeaks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) that "bashes" FRC (My home church). It has these really cool Photoshoped billboards that may look like they are against FRC but they are really telling how Satan isn't being able to do his job because of how awesome FRC really is. Stacie and I were talking about who the author is, because obviously it isn't Satan, and we figured it had to be someone from the church because event though it might look like its ridiculing us, its really promoting us. So IE thinks its Heredes because for Valentines day he put a pic on his blog along with a link on how to customize your own sweethearts. And there is a pic on &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://satanspeaks.com/"&gt;satanspeaks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that has a "I hate FRC" sweetheart. I recieved an e-mail from Pastor Troy promoting &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://satanspeaks.com/"&gt;satanspeaks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the next series that is coming up in two weeks. So now we know its FRC based, now who is the hand to the pen I wonder???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance check out the site, its cool and funny. Read between the lines people, and don't let it get to you. Its for fun, adn to open our eyes against the barracades that we setting up between satan and the lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-6389685123526547745?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/6389685123526547745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=6389685123526547745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6389685123526547745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/6389685123526547745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/02/real-life-lost-puzzle.html' title='A Real Life Lost puzzle!!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-7428367178214550507</id><published>2008-02-26T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:02:04.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groovy!!!</title><content type='html'>I love being a hippie, because then you have other hippie like people letting you in on cool things are are only cool to hippie like people. For example... my veggie buddy Jessica told me about Guerrilla Gardening last night at bible study. So I decided to check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thedamage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/thedamage.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/?action=view&amp;amp;current=restoration.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b122/ElfFancier/restoration.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are such a cool band of people. I want to contact them and start our own group of Guerrilla Gardeners!! Whos with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guerrillagardening.org/"&gt;http://www.guerrillagardening.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-7428367178214550507?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/7428367178214550507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=7428367178214550507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7428367178214550507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/7428367178214550507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/02/groovy.html' title='Groovy!!!'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520621538903671022.post-915988975808067225</id><published>2008-02-25T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:02:46.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like I am falling... I feel like everything I have known to be true these past few months inwhich I have grown acustomed to have mutated into something completely different. In the past month I have been blessed with 2 new jobs, and released of one old one. My home life has gotten so bad that I only speak to one other person in my house, and I fear for my life everytime I walk into my door. I still as though the church is my home, but now it holds a new meaning, with new people, and new duties. The family I thought I could rely on inside the church has changed. I feel as though I have grown closer to new people, and at the same time grown farther away from the people I thought would never leave or foresaken me. But I guess nothing in this world is realiable, and nothing ever stays the same. I have gained loved, and lost it, and I have grown in it in new ways. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to grow up, but not old. I want to love, and not loose. I want to live, and let be. But none of things can happen without alone. I know my Abba will always provide a shoulder, a hug, a wisper, a laugh, a tear, a hope... I want to go Home, but I want to finish what God has started for me before I was even born. Who can tell me what and for how long? no one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520621538903671022-915988975808067225?l=staceythehippie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/feeds/915988975808067225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520621538903671022&amp;postID=915988975808067225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/915988975808067225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520621538903671022/posts/default/915988975808067225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceythehippie.blogspot.com/2008/02/spinning.html' title='Spinning'/><author><name>Stacey the Hippie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11601036862654529200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BygW7vUZ3BA/SJEb86niXWI/AAAAAAAAACY/mfWyG5GJHx4/S220/me+and+precious.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
