Utter Confusion in Anatomy Class

So it has just been the longest day of my life. I didnt get much sleep last night...or the night before...or the night before that...you get the point. So I'm tired and drowsy and I've just been in a confused state all day long.

It started off when I walked into my anatomy class this morning. I was a little late so class had already started when I arrived. Anyways, we've been going through the skeletal system in the lab and so every day we have these skeletons out on the table for us to examine. I guess today we were going over the muscles of the arm.

So I walk into class and I turn the corner (there's a hallway before you get to the actual classroom part) and all I see are all these hands in the air and I immediately think to myself "Why is everybody raising their hands? Does everybody have a question...this is odd." It took me a few seconds to realize that it wasn't the students raising their hands, it was the skeleton models of the arms standing upright on the tables. I'm an idiot. The funnier part is that it didnt stop there, everytime the teacher would ask a rhetorical question I would think to myself, "You idiots! Put your hands down, its a rhetorical question...oh wait."

Dont worry...there's more.

So we finish up with the arms and we start reviewing the appendicular skeleton (that's the bones of the body for all you "challenged" folk). To review, we're supposed to go over to the life-size skeleton we have on a stand in the classroom. I go over there and I'm checking him out, making conversation, comparing his bones...you know, the usual stuff. Anyways, I turn to walk away and I guess I nudged him and the stand he's on isnt very sturdy so the thing just knocked right over and good ol' skelly went crashing to the floor. My professor starts freaking out (I guess they're expensive) and she picks him up and sets him back up. It was so funny---his skull was cracked, his jaw was hanging by a thread from his body, and one rib was protruding through his arm bones. I'm so tired that I found it hilarious and just started laughing and under my breath I said "Damn skinny people piss me off." And the girl next to me heard and started cracking up.

Oh man, anatomy is fun...."why is everybody raising their hands!!!" Ahh, I need a nap bad.

The Nunnster

So here's the deal, folks. We need to get my friend Heather Nunn into the blog world.

So I'm on the phone with her as I type this and we're just in the most random moods right now. She's telling me how she was sitting in church this morning, and during the whole service all she could think about is the scene from Zoolander where he's in the bar with his dad and brother. So over and over in her head throughout the sermon all she hears is "MER-MAN! MER-MAN!" She couldnt even tell me what the pastor spoke about because she just kept chanting that over and over in her head for some reason.

Not only that, you have to hear her when she is in her philosophical moods too. She has this multicultural class that teaches about everything thats wrong in the world. So she calls me after class on tuesday and this is how the conversation went:

Heather: "I hate the world."
Stacey: "Hey heather, whats wrong now?"
Heather: "Did you know that there is enough food in the world to feed every person 2,700 calories everyday? Why the hell are people still dying from starvation?"
Stacey: "I didn't know that, but it is interesting."
Heather: "What the hell is wrong with our world that there's enough food to feed people and yet we don't and we let them die?"
Stacey: "Politics."
Heather: "Holy crap! This world is so screwed up! That's so wrong!"
Stacey: "I know."
Heather: "K, I'm gonna go grab some food...I'm so hungry."

She calls me the next day and tells me how an episode of Oprah changed her life...and made her change her major. Now thats just funny. All you people in SoCal are missing out...Heather Nunn just makes NorCal worth it. This is the kind of person we need to have a blog, especially when she's drunk.

Hi! I'm bored!

So i know what you're thinking right now, "Holy crap! Stacey's posted twice in one week...that's amazing!" Either the world is ending, or for once in my life I have a Friday night off. I hope it's the latter, otherwise I'm out of a job right now...crap!

Anyways, I'm just posting to ask for some friendly advice. I don't know what the hell my problem is, but for some reason I just can't seem to get happy lately. I've spent the majority of the week either in tears (I'm 5 for 5 babe...sorry) or just in a bothered state. My only high point was yesterday when by some miracle I was able to be happy and not get down or emot at all...maybe it was because I finally got freaking promoted at work, or the thought of grandma as a buoy always makes me laugh.

So I don't know. I'm just really bored right now and a little disappointed that I couldn't make it down to so cal this weekend (I dont know why). Anybody got some advice on what I can do to get happy?

I thought about joining the Jasen Ashdown fan club...but something about that scares me, I guess I'm just not ready for AA yet. Then I thought I might become a Yankees fan...Oh wait, they lost! Man, I guess I'm just screwed. Well, at least I still have my health...uhhh...no, no i dont (thanks Nikki, but I am enjoying being sick...i'm not kidding, I love it).

Anyways, I hope you guys are having a good week, let me know how you're doing it. Amanda, you gotta have some weird practices or chants for me to do. You know what would be fun...you guys tell me these random things to do and I'll do it and let you know how it works. It's dare time baby...bring it on.

My Grandma Could Kick Your Grandma's Ass...With or Without Legs

So I just got off the phone with my grandma a few minutes ago and I havent talked to the woman in maybe a month now. She's seriously the raddest grandma anybody could ever have. She's become an instant celebrity among my friends. I tell stories about her all the time and they all want to meet her to see how funny and entertaining she is (mostly because she's crazy...no really...she is). Don't believe me...well let me just give you a taste of grandma...you're gonna love it.

I remember this one time. It was right after we had just moved into our new house (my parent's house). Us kids had ventured outside to discover the swimming pool in our backyard...it was huge. We're not talking about some do-boy (...doughboy...doe-boy...???...i give up) rinkity dinkity pool, no this is a huge pool, with a shallow and a deep end and diving board and all.

So we're going crazy swimming, running around, jumping, diving, doing flips off the diving board...being kids. And all the while grandma is kicking it in a lounge chair watching us. All of a sudden, grandma decides she wants to get in the pool and have fun with the kids. So we rope grandma with an inner tube and throw her in the pool...one thing i forgot to mention--GRANDMA HAS NO LEGS! As soon as we throw her in the pool she bobs up and down like a buoy for about 10 seconds, and then...oh dear God...grandma starts to capsize. Before we knew what happened, grandma was flipped over in the inner tube submerged under water. And all we saw was the nubbens flailing through the air kicking frantically and air bubbles all around. So my brother had to play superhero and dive in after grandma and flip the inner tube back over...returning grandma to her stored and upright position.

Then there was Thanksgiving a couple of years ago. I had actually brought one of my friends home with me because she had heard about the infamous grandma and was anxious to meet her. Since it was a holiday, grandma figured she would dress up and put on her nice pair of legs because the shoes matched her cute outfit.

We had just gotten done eating when my sister tripped over her leg as she was walking past her to go upstairs. Grandma kept eating cause she didnt feel a thing...its a fake leg. Nobody had really noticed anything until, all of a sudden, my sister shouts out "Oh my God!!! I broke grandma!" and starts swinging her leg above the dinner table (mind you, its still connected to grandma who is still eating without a clue at this point). Now i know grandma has no legs, but when you're looking at somebody and then you see their kneecap right by their face...something tells you thats not right. No need to worry, we were able to reconnect grandma and get her looking back to normal.

These are just a few stories about grandma. (You know you're intrigued). She's just a bag full of laughs and fun. I remember when we were kids we used to always hide her legs and make her find them. Or we would stick pins and needles in her legs while she was sitting on the front porch and ask her with every one "Does it hurt yet?". Or we'd sit in her lap and she would lift herself off the ground with her arms and swing back and forth...shut up, this was obviously done when i was a bit smaller.

Now i know what you're thinking..."you're so mean"...but grandma loved it, because she knew we did it out of love. And she knows we tell the stories out of love. Because if you know me, you know that i cant stop telling stories about her...she's the highlight of our family. And I love her to death.

Leaving Romeo and Juliet in the dust

Just to warn you guys, this post is going to be about love. So if you dont want to hear it, well, then I must tell you to close the window...because I just had the most amazing day of my life yesterday.

So I was told the other day by a friend--who had just met my boyfriend for the first time--that he is not my type...well this is what I have to say to that.

To say that Jeff is not my type or that we weren't meant for each other is like saying that Romeo was not meant for Juliet and she for him; Harry was not meant for Sally; Scarlett was not meant for Rhett (Gone With the Wind); Burt was not meant for Ernie. To deny this fact would be denying love in the most true sense of the word, because--as Americans, as humans--if you do not believe that those were the greatest love stories of all time, then you do not believe in love my friend. And if any does not believe that Jeff is not meant for me and I for him, then you do not believe in love...because the only difference between us and the above characters, is that our love isn't fiction written down on paper. We're not some story made up, a cast drafted, and a movie made...we are one of the greatest love stories ever lived out in person. How do i know, well...I thought you would never ask about my perfect day.

Love is standing off in the distance watching their every move, their every smile, their every note sung with such heart, their every chord strummed on a guitar with such passion, and just being captivated and overwhelmed by the simple thought of "Wow, this is a man of God."

Love is sitting next to each other on the floor, watching old Seinfeld episodes and SNL skits and just enjoying each other's company and making each other laugh.

Love is lying next to each other (with room for the Holy Spirit, dont worry) and just studying each other's faces--every wrinkle when they smile, every freckle, every speck of green in their eyes, the curve of their lips, the shape of their face, the slope of their nose.

Love is talking about what God is doing and what we want God to be doing in our lives...both apart and together.

Love is crying over the simple fact that you never thought, you never knew, you never even dreamed that you could ever know a love so amazing, so true, so pure, so beautiful. You never even knew it was possible to love somebody so much

Most importantly, love is saying good night by praying together, both for each other and for the relationship itself...while rain is beating on the window.

And this was all in one day folks...

So, to those out there who think we're not each other's "types"--if by now you are not convinced that Jeff and I were MADE to love each other and to live in this kind of fellowship with each other, then you have no clue what love is...because Romeo and Juliet aint got nothing on us.

A Desperate Cry For Christ

So for the longest time I've been the biggest anti-blogger ever and refused time after time (with the insistence of my boyfriend) to start a blog of my own. I guess I always just assumed that they were for nerds that spent their whole day on the computer or liked to write all smart so people thought they were intelligent...you gotta admit though, im not too far off. However, today i found myself in an odd situation, which led me--sadly---to the blog world. So here it goes folks, the introduction of a newborn blogger....

Today was an interesting day. It started out like any other: wake up early, hit the snooze button and wake up 2 hours later than i was supposed to, go to class, doodle on notes, do errands, go to work, yada, yada, yada. However, something arose between the time i was doodling on my notes and the time i was to go to work....I lost heart. I had this overwhelming sense that I had lost my passion and i dont know why. It could have been the chick that cut me off in traffic and made me curse at her in my car, or maybe it was my manager being an idiot and making me curse him in my car, or maybe its just me. So as i was driving back to school to go to my last class, I found myself sitting in the parking lot and thinking, and all i could think was "where is my joy?"
Now dont get me wrong, there are many things I am happy about: I have the love an amazing man, whom i get to share an amazing relationship with. I have a great family that is both crazy and beyond loving and supportive. I have my health, I have an education, I have food (i would curse so many people out if i didnt have that), I have friends, I have a job (though i dont necessarily have money). So here is my question...why do i not have joy? And the answer was as simple as this--because as much as I like to think and pretend I do, I no longer have the relationship and the love of Christ I used to have.
With all this on my mind, it made it impossible for me to go to class. Instead, i found myself on the freeway driving back home, thinking the whole way. When i arrived home I found my Bible sitting on my desk and so i sat for a few minutes and looked at it and thought "well, hello! when was the last time i gave you the time of day or looked through you? When was the last time i talked to your author? More importantly, when was the last time i took a shower?" Suddenly overwhelmed by my body odor i hopped in the shower and let the water embrace me in my thoughts. When i got out of the bathroom, i realized that as powerful as soap is, it cannot wash away our worries and our stresses. And so i migrated my way to the kitchen, sat down at the table, and continued my staring contest with my Bible...and i broke down.
I remember i used to have such a passion for Christ. I used to have such a passion for reading my Bible and for digging through it and picking it apart verse by verse, and my journal clearly showed that. I read through my journal and my old studies--man i used to GET things. I understood things and i made connections and i had these awesome study times in my Bible. I'm looking through all these old entries and im like "wow, did i write that?". And they go on and on....and then i look at the last entry i wrote--July 19th. It was short, one page, so long ago. It seems like my relationship with Christ has become the same way: short, vague, not much there, and so long ago. What happened?
I used to love to serve people and to give to people. I used to have such a loving attitude and be so patient (well, patient-er). Now its all about me, me, me (my boyfriend can vouch for that). Where i would have a loving attitude i now find myself often cursing people under my breath. If somebody hurts me, i want to hurt them back--you cut me off, ill cut you right back, except ill cut deeper. You dont want to spend all your time with me then i dont want to spend any with you. This is who i am now. But how did I get here? More importantly, how do I get out of here?
So after having a stare-down with the Bible for about a half hour (he won...he always does) I finally realized that it started with my heart. So i picked it up and i read....and it was nice. But my fear is how many times im gonna have to post a blog like this in order to finally get the point and get my act back together. So pray for me...i need my passion back, i need my joy back, I need my God back...I miss Him.