The Road Trip

I made it to G'ville, FINALLY!! For those of you who tweet, you know I missed my exit messing around with the radio DJ... naturally, I won something... blah, blah, blah. Luckily, I keep a giant randmcnally in my back seat so finding the next state road that will take me to the turnpike wasn't THAT scary... it's just that being lost in anywhere north of Palm Beach Gardens isn't what I consider fun. I was riding west down one road when I realized it wasn't going to take me where I wanted. U Turn and back up 95. I got onto the next road and it happened to run thru St. Cloud. Let me find out its a quaint little city! But, as Jam and I were talking on our way to Ocala, "quaint" in central florida = Hangan!gg@ville. Yeah, that good ole Strange Fruit. Maybe I can come back with Dreezy.

After we ate at Dragonfly- speaking of last night, can I tell you how fab we looked?! Str-8 print models (cause we're not tall enough to be runway although we carry ourselves as such). And all in some jeans with a solid tee. Jam had a purple off the shoulder joint with a purple ribbon tied in her hair. Gold shoes and bag finished the accessories. A Que's dreamgirl. I went the rockstar route with my hair and big gold hoops. brown peep-toe basket weaved pumps and my speedy, I was reds-ta-go. we thru on minimal makeup (mascara for me, lilac eyeshadow for Jam) and it was a wrap.

After we ate at Dragonfly, we dropped our leftovers in the fridge and went to pick up Jam's classmate in Ocala. The sky looked so amazing; I tried to take a picture of the stars... yeah, the flash didn't reach. lol. Fake John is funny, reminds me of Jimmy Neutron. We were talking about organic chicken farmers and Madonna's bell ringing. You had to be there.


We are supposed to go to Tally today... yeah, I think I will go tomorrow. Jam and I have to make our younger siblings' gifts for their graduation/birthday. Arts and Crafts galore!! Then we're going to buy hella picture frames, spray paint them and make her wall a friend museum, to compete with her shoeseum of course. TTYL!

This is a fest, right?

on our way. can you see my hair cut?

Me and Drew after 10 hours of music!

Anthony had CHURCH up in there!

Thanks, Mr. Joyner!

E. Badu was great!

The legend, Roy A.

Notice there are no pix of Will Downing.  Will Downer bored the ultimate HELL out of me! and he was so corny!! UGH!! ANNNNNNNND, he was up there FOR-EV-ER!! FOR-EV-ERRRRR!

On a sad note, I got no pics of Common :-(  I was so into his show that the camera was an afterthought. That man is too awesome when he hits the stage... as an MC (gotta get that straight cause I wanted to pull my eyes out and throw them against the wall while watching Smo.king Aces).

Now, I'm in the 'ville so be on the lookout from some more pics!

Doh!

I deleted the pics of the kindergarten field trip before I uploaded them to my mac and on the various websites... luckily, I printed them out the same day but still :-(

I have pics of the projects we did for Spring Break. We made a Lion-Lamb out of paper plates because....

"March comes in like a lion and leaves like a lamb!"

My students were so cute when they read that :-)


We also made a wind sock out of pretty printer paper and tissue paper. Both projects came out MUCH better than I expected!

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I'm off to Hollywood for the day. Drew and I are going to See E. Badu, Common, Ath Hamilton, Roy A, and Will Down. Yazz in the Gardens 2009. Then tomorrow, my Spring Break road trips begin!! State of Florida, here I come!!

Yes, FB!

So normally, FB makes me feel like an unaccomplished slacker who is not living the life her personality was made for. Between engagements, weddings, baby showers, and just plain living in a real city with your college classmates a stone's throw away... I've come to "hate" FB BUT, derive some sadistic pleasure from being in the know no matter how much it hurts my pride.

Earlier this week, a girl I went to highschool with had a status that basically told everyone she's pregnant. Something like, "this baby is already wearing me out!" Naturally, my jaw drops. Then I text DaniQ. She got married a year ago and got engaged at her boyfriends pick day or whatever it is when newly graduated medical doctors pick the school of residency they want. Engagement at your doctor-BFs pick day? An awesome cultural conglomerate wedding of irish and hindu mix? Now a baby???

*sigh*

I tell myself not to compare cause I am right where I am supposed to be, even if I don't know it right now.

But daggumit! Can I get at least one fab thing in my 20s?!? Life in a big city? Living the nomadic party life? A ring on my finger? Buying my 1st house? A credit score without a negative sign?! Sheesh!

*Rant over. Back to original post at hand*

I went to aforementioned chick's page and read a wall post by another HS classmate of mine.

"You're pregnant?! How can you be pregnant? I've known you since we were 10! I suppose congrats are in order but you just made me feel old and unaccomplished. CONGRATS ANYWAY!!"

*snicker*

1. She's a Cancer and can "get away" with the compliments that follow condemnation

2. She said out loud what most of us are thinking. LOL

I love Liz.

Motivation

Look at my most recent posts... how bi-polar am I??

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So, my dad was watching t.v. as I limped across the t.v. room to the couch. For whatever reason, my hip was paining me and it hurt to put weight on it. Pops noticed and told me to stand up in front of him. He turned off the t.v. and told me about myself.

"You are 26 years old and your hips hurt. You don't do anything for that to be happening; you have no kids and your job isn't strenuous. You are unhealthy. You live an unhealthy lifestyle that consists of work and home. The most you do is sit in front of the computer and type for hours. When was the last time you even went for a walk?

I really wanted to say, "I checked the mail today" but my better judgement got the best of me

There are two dogs that you can walk right now but you can't cause your hips hurt. Or you have a headache. If continue at this rate of eating mcdonald's every other day and not exercising, you will run into problems before you are 30. You think you're so small and cute now, this is your metabolism from highschool. What are you doing to maintain it? Join a gym. Pick up your tennis racket. Do something with your life."



*hurt face*

Damn, Daddy.

Did he really have to say, "Do something with your life"?

*serious pout with the lip poked out*


The teacher I did my internship with went from a 22 to a 18 in 4 weeks and she's getting smaller by the week. How? Boot Camp. $50 for 8 weeks? Tuesday and Thursday? I can do that.


*pronounced blink*


At least its an excuse to get some work-out clothes. Kitty and I did it big when we were in our yoga phase for all of a week. I can use some gear to match the gray sneakers I own...


SEE!?!? I'm alrady thinking about the wrong thing!! I need to be thinking about my health!! Its going down the toilet and all I can think about is finding some yellow clothes cause I like the way yellow and gray go... FOCUS!!

I actually can't wait. I remember doing tennis at FAM and I was so healthy it was disgusting. All I drank was water and ate well. Having a coach and nutritionist makes a difference... The conditioning before tennis practice alone made my life better. Everything was better. Skin, hair, nails, grades, social life, EVERYTHING! Okay, we're going to get back into the fit and fab life! Go Me!

Rain, Rain, DON'T go away

I got my new QG and read just about the whole thing already. I'm not too interested in J.W.Lind, so I skipped that article... everything else was read with such pleasure, even the sad Nebraska Safe Haven piece. I so wish I was a guy just so I can indulge in everything the magazine puts in between its covers. I would so be the man who wears a pink dress shirt and a gingham tie. And like the little black dress, you can NEVER talk too much about a trench coat!

Speaking of QG, talking about raincoats made me think about my weather wear. I have a pink, below-the-shin-but-not-the-ankle-length, London Fog raincoat with the slightest puff sleeve for that ultra feminine look (as if a yard and a half of pink combed cotton was girly enough). What I've been pining for is an umbrella to match the chic-ness of my coat! The ginormous orange and white or blue and white college umbrellas do NOT go with a LBD and popped raincoat collar! You cannot be fierce with a golf umbrella, I'm sorry.

Now my question is this: if you have an awesome raincoat, do you even need an umbrella???

I'm going to go with yes. Torrential downpour with winds to boot call for all the reinforcement you can get.

Now all I need are the boots...

I Want...

to get up and go to church

a new camera. I've gone through THREE since Dec 2006

an extra Saturday this week since yesterday was a TOTAL washout.

my hair to be a tad bit longer

a battery for my Makbook so I can use it tether-free

to win the lottery so I can travel at leisure

to get my Masters within the next three years

to get a A.A in Art History

Obama to stay out of the limelight for at least a week.

I want him to take a deep breath and take his time. He has at least 4 years to work things out. It hasn't even been 100 days.

to know what I really want in life.

Oh Yes!

Spring is in the air!

The merino wools and tweeds are gone; replaced with linens and white pants.

Corduroy? No thanks, I'll take lightweight jersey.

Bubbles? Nope! A cropped spring jacket will do!

I love spring! My name (Anastacia) means, "of the spring time" so its only right that I revel in the season I happened to be born in! (I don't think my dad knew all that but it obviously worked out).

Oooh, french manis and electric strawberry pedis! Tube dresses and strappy flats abound!

Gone are days of hot chocolate and clam chowders! I want a bellini martini with a capresse panini followed by lemon + strawberry gelato! Pronto!

**DaniQ, you were so right abt me doing SoFla chic. Broward and Dade Counties have my name all over them**

With 47 days of school left, I can't help but to be geeked at what the season holds!

Spring is in the Air! Let's get it!

March drives me MAD!

The month started FREEZING cold.

Then it was BLAZING, Africa hot.

Today, I woke up and it was POURING.
Like, "everyday in the summertime between 1-2:25pm anywhere in Florida" raining. You better ask somebody who knows about Florida summers.... hurricane season as we like to call it cause its pretty much summertime year-round. The house we built in Tallahsse was pushed back several weeks cause of raining and subsequent flooding.

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In March, some over 100 days of school into the year, TWO of my children were full out crying. As if it was the 1st day of school and they had separation anxiety. To their young defense, we had our award assembly and they saw their parents in the audience. Still, act like you know we have snack and reading at this time! This is not a new day!

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Yo, there are some 50 school days left in the year! I can't wrap my mind around that... I basically have two months to get my kinders even tighter than they are! OMG, my students have BLOSSOMED in the last few weeks!! There was a point where we were all on the up and up and then it seemed like they plateau-ed. I was worried. Oh no, these children are pulling tricks out their bags and are quite frankly, STUNNING me! For example, writing.

Writing has always been my least fave subject to teach. Its so subjective and there is no "right" way to teach kinders how to write. Math is cut and dry. Reading is letters, then sounds, then blending. Writing? *exasperated sigh*

I tried to do what other teachers have been successful with but it wasn't working for my class. Just this Monday, we put together a paper flower in science and I used it as a independent prompt for writing. I said, "Write about your flower" and let them do whatever comes to mind. Can I share the work I got?

"I like my flower. My flower is blue. I can plant seeds. My flower have a stem. The flower have a leaf."

Ummmm, that's 5 sentences. FIVE sentences!! Can I tell you how these children came in barely knowing how to hold a pencil and write their own names?!?!!!?!?!?!!?!? I asked my stellar writer, "Who taught you how to write so well!??!" and he replied,

"I just know."

Word???????? Ummm, don't make me pull out the paper when your name was a whole bunch of wingdings!!!!! Talking bout, "I just know.."

lol

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So next week, we have a field trip on Wednesday...

Regular day Thursday...

NO SCHOOL FRIDAY!!!

SPRING BREAK IS HERE!!

You know once SB gets here, its a FOR REAL countdown to the end of the school year!

All I know, is that March better get right by next week!

trippin

that's what blogger is doing.

i like to type in 'edit html' mode and it won't let me.

i am trying to hyperlink some shoes drew has and it won't let me.

i'm trying to do a lot and it won't let me.

*face*












where is my phone charger!?!?!??!

Ni.ke

So you all know I have no qualms with doing something drastic to my hair.


You know, have a lion's mane going to college



and getting it cut the 1st month there.

Yo, I was rocking that Kelis before she was!

Growing it out, transferring schools, changing majors and rocking a serious, ear length stacked bob.

(can't easily find a pic on FB)

Grow that b!tc# out, get tired of doing it (surprise, surprise), glue some tracks in for 4 weeks

and cut EVERY thing off
3rd big chop

This is the style I want:

this is what I am afraid of getting:

DO WE UNDERSTAND MY APPREHENSION?!!?

R.A.P

random @$$ post


My initial excitement surrounding MJJ performing in London has met reality and recession.

Geeked Stace: OMG, Michael is having a concert!!! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

Reality: You're going WHERE? for a WHAT?

Recession: Stace... Stace? I recognize the name...it's so nice to put a face to the name on those credit cards from 2005


Deflated Stace: I-I... I was just dreaming out loud. I'm sorry.


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I went to the neighborhood ghetto hair store to try on a wig that matches the coif I want. I couldn't get a feel seeing how everything was deep waved, spanish mossed, two-toned, crinkle cut, curly-fried, waterfalled, banana peeled, etc.


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I fear change. No, I don't fear it but I'm one of those people who think, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it" while singing Bob's "Don't Rock My Boat"

Oh please, don't you rock, my boat
Cause I don't, want my boat, to be rockin

I know I want this fierce new hair cut but the salons that are FREAKIN the hell out some hair in Palm Beach County use a different relaxer than what I've been using...

not saying my hair is the fiercest and can't stand to take a change...

daaaaaaaah, I'm scared :-(


MAN UP, ADEI!!


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I forgot what else I was going to write.

hair cut?

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i think she is the sleeper fly chick. and i love her hair.

i'm thinking a little bit longer so i can curl it.

yes or no

Numbers

I usually put 10% of my paycheck in my savings account and literally go thru 89% of it in 2 weeks. So not healthy seeing how I have nothing to show for the hundreds of dollars I spend in a month. My jewelry was given to me and the last time I bought myself a pair of shoes was 9/2008... from Ross.
I will admit, I bought this brown bag.

Wait, there was that "sale" at GBCB...

Okay, so I have a gray dress and a brown bag.

Anyway, I decided to put 40% of my check away and play with what is left. I'm already in love with how the savings side looks and I'm okay with the checking side looking smaller than usual. I've written out tithing checks to place in the collection plate here at home and to mail off to St. Mike's in Tally. I didn't have my checkbook or cash with me when I went to St. John's in Hollywood :-(
No more broke Sundays!


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On another numerical note, Dani and I decided to go to the sure to be entertaining bridal shower of her. Thinking about her upcoming marriage made me think of mine. Oh, I didn't tell you? I had a talk with Drew and marriage is in the future. the "not right now but soon" future. Whatever that means, I was thinking about who would be my 'maids.


8


I so didn't want to be that person with a harem, that person that Dani and I make fun of, that person who is usually in a sorority and picks her front, back, ace, tail, teen and double digit, neo and prophyte number,

THAT CHICK WHO HAS EVERYONE IN HER WEDDING PARTY!!!

I was sold on 6 till today. Then I realized, there is someone I JUST CAN'T LEAVE OUT!

and....... while we're still on the topic of weddings, I found out kindergarten homie of mine got married. Then this info came out,

"he's had a crush on you for the past 20 years"

*blink blink*


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My 27th birthday is in 2 months.

What am I going to do?!

Go to Disnee???

I think so :-)

I just got back from the palm beach county event of the year.

everybody was there.

Gaines, Williams, Koteis, Cunninghams
Ryles, Rich, Issacs, Hills

people even came down from virginia for this event.

city officials, greeks, Links, chamber of commerce, who's who in business, education, law...





It was a funeral for JPH.

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Ms. Jackie attended Hampton Institute. Lived in Virgina-Cleveland Hall right beside my beloved Kennedy Hall. Gamma I Delta married a Gamma I Alpha. She told my parents about a little school 3 hours south of D.C. when they were looking for a place to send me.


Ms. Jackie was the first black to own a shoppe in the Palm Beach International Airport; this was back in 1988. The first flight took off in 1936.


My godfather and Ms. Jackie's husband were the first black law firm in West Palm Beach.


fabulous Godmother to my fabulous godsister, pillar of her church, model citizen of her community, friend to ALL...

I can't stress ALL enough


even though she was fighting breast cancer, you wouldn't know it. smiles all around, eveyday, for everyone. on her last day, she cooked for her visitors just to make sure they felt at home. Then she got in her bed and closed her eyes.


She wouldn't want us to be sad. Matter of fact, she was probably looking down and thinking, "Now why are they crying? If they don't stop that foolishness...!"


She leaves behind an adoring and extended family and footsteps to walk in. All I have to do is think, "WWJD?"

MJ is back!

Lessons in Life

Lesson 1

Shot 1: Baby Stace and Stan the Mini Man happily sharing a bowl of green grapes

Shot 2: Stace making a face cause she just realized Stan is eating more than her

Shot 3: Stace yelling at Stan whose mouth and cheeks are full of green grapes

Shot 4: Stace slapping Stan's hand as he reaches for MORE grapes despite stuffed face

Shot 5: Stan looking at Stace like, "Yeah?"

Shot 6: Stan 5 finger slap/mush in Stace's face, smushing grapes in left cheek

Shot 7: Stace WAILING at Dad who is steady taking pics while Stan happily eats green grapes


I think I was 3 and Stan was 1.5 when I learned not to hit a guy unless I want to take the chance of getting hit back by a guy.

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Lesson 2

Junior or senior year in highschool, this chick was all in dude's face. Coming out of the band room, all I saw and heard was; laughing at, ridiculing, neck rolling, I think a finger in his face, maybe a mush...

Suddenly, you heard, whoosh

DeVille just shoved Jina in the shrubs! Wait! Is she still talking ish?! With one platform flip-flop on the pavement and the other dangling off her foot?! Legs all spread eagle with the Aaliyah skirt* on!? How are you going to be pulling woodchips out your hair while talking about what you're going to do once you get up?! DeVille decided to finish. I think he got a couple shots in before dudes pulled him off of her. All you heard was, "Ay man! you 'ont fight girls! What's wrong with you?!" DeVille wasn't even fazed. He kind of fixed his oversized izod and prepared for the escorting to the office.

I PROMISE you, that cemented the lesson I learned when I was 3. Never hit a guy unless you're prepared to be hit back like one.

My parents raised us, "If someone hits you, hit them back. Hit them harder so they know not to do it again"

How many of you know people that were raised similarly? Maybe the 'fighting talk' you got was, "Never hit your siblings" and that was it.

Who knows what was going through CB's head on Feb 8. I wonder what sparked such rage from a 19 y.o. boy. He went into 'beast mode', y'all. All the details are out and all I can do is pray for Ri Ri who (thru her lawyer) asked the judge to NOT prohibit contact with her boyfriend.

You mean like...?

So yesterday, I guggled the group whose latest song has me singing all day. The song is 'Beggin' and its by Mad*con. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the song! Found out the original music is by Franky Valley and was already on my Good List for You're Just Too* Good to be True, brought to my attention by L. Boog herself.

Whatever the case, I find out this song came out in Dec 2007, this duo has been doing the damn thing in Europe and the whole world since 2000 (a great year if you ask me), and... they are a mix of "cold.play and the r.oots, narls barkly and blak eye pees". I tell Drew to check them out and the following convo ensued.

D: coldplae and roots, huh?

S: or gnarls and BEP

D: I'm thinking mozart and led zepp

S: what came to mind for me was backstreet boyz and ded prez

D: maybe a little NWA and Otown?

S: or ozzie and issac hayes

D: the beetles and electrik red [group that opened for jaz sull, et al]

S: jamiroquai and TI

D: elephant man and boy gorge

S: mike mcdonald and john mayer (a reference to j. timb on fallon)

D: john forte and jarobi

S: you won

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Can you all see my posts? when I come to my page, I see nothing. all i see are the frames. my profile box, who I'm reading, etc.

WTH?