tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235181542024-03-12T20:38:49.118-07:00my little corner of the webstaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.comBlogger1112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-6910907637865864962022-06-26T13:28:00.005-07:002022-06-26T13:32:04.165-07:00pride and a wonderful womanOne of my most treasured memories of my mom, from years back:She had spent the week with me, piggybacking on one of her Longaberger basket demo trips, and we had a wonderful time. She heads home to Ohio on a Friday, I call her that night and tell her it's a shame she'd had to leave because the San Francisco Pride Parade was that Sunday.We laugh, finish the conversation, say our love-yous and staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-43436224456864761112022-06-24T09:49:00.006-07:002022-06-24T09:49:48.884-07:00A resource if you need itIf you find yourself needing to travel to California for medical reasons and need a place to stay, please feel free reach out to me. The "why" is your business, I won't ask.staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-74971502949706668502021-09-27T09:53:00.000-07:002021-09-27T09:53:23.104-07:00out of the shadowsThis is my beloved bear Maude, named after my grandma. My mom made this bear 31 years ago (!!) from my grandma's chenille peacock bedspread. She's been through a lot with me, and I always kept her safe and up out of the way, not wanting anything to happen to a literally irreplaceable keepsake.But life is short. Why hide the things you treasure away? So Maude is coming out of the safety of the staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-21051815915657016612021-08-30T13:00:00.006-07:002021-09-27T12:19:30.078-07:00hell yeahA gazillion years ago (well, more like two, but it feels like so much longer), back in the BeforeTimes, our hero bought three tickets to what promised to be an epic day of music, camaraderie, dancing, and singing. The Hella Mega Tour had been announced, and the weirdly-synergistic combination of Weezer, Fall Out Boy, and Green Day were going to make their way across the globe. Through diligence, staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-41991861110885214712021-08-22T09:02:00.000-07:002021-08-22T09:02:21.097-07:00four years of greenFour years ago, my Aunt Monie sent me a plant, which was promptly dubbed "The MoniePlant" (even though it's actually four separate plants).Here is my MoniePlant today, after multiple repottings and replantings and even a rescue mission.(The one in the hanging planter started dying from the base, so I salvaged some clippings, put them in water until they grew roots, then potted them. They are muchstaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-33392304549325352282021-05-09T12:00:00.000-07:002021-05-09T12:00:19.899-07:00her mother's handsIt was an odd feelingWhen she looked down and sawHer mother's hands.There, at the ends of her own arms,Resting quietly in her own lap,Her own hands, and yet not.She stared for a while, wondering.When did they sneak in,These undeniable signs of time passing?Her mind drifted, her thoughts flowedTo hugs and talks and tears and smilesAnd years and miles and pain and love.All that was left now were staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-1076093004464268072021-05-01T09:50:00.010-07:002021-05-05T10:01:31.991-07:00may day number sevenSo here we are, another May Day, another anniversary of "The Worst Ever Migraine That Wasn't Actually a Migraine Haha Fooled You". Six years of shingles-caused nerve damage to my face and head, six years of twitching and cursing and crying and learning things about pain that you never really wanted to know (like there is a specific smell to "pain sweat", and my posture changes when the pain is staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-70553513403702540172021-04-23T10:45:00.001-07:002021-04-24T09:35:13.857-07:00achievement earned staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-40841184738020232502021-04-02T13:48:00.003-07:002021-04-02T13:49:16.577-07:00one downFirst shot done. Light at the end of the tunnel (assuming others follow through and help us all get through the tunnel together).staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-29882534881676696572021-03-25T10:13:00.001-07:002021-03-25T16:26:41.877-07:00sharing the darknessTen years ago today, I took Will to see The Saw Doctors at Slim's SF and managed to snag this set list. That night, my ears ringing, calves cramping, exhausted and still smiling ear-to-ear, he asked me to spend a "reasonable facsimile of forever" with him (I said yes).One of my favorite bands, one of my favorite people, one of my favorite venues, and one of my favorite memories. staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-12220808164426539212021-03-23T20:30:00.003-07:002021-03-27T15:45:36.377-07:00a stranger's kindness(image source: everything-starstuff)I
was at the end of flight one of two, desperately hoping to make it home
in time, when I turned on my phone to find out I was too late: my
mother was gone.As
I sat there broken and crying while everyone was exiting the plane, a
fellow passenger quietly reached over, handed me a tissue, gave my
shoulder a gentle squeeze, and then moved on. I wonder if staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-64119628974160457802021-02-22T10:30:00.002-08:002021-02-24T08:32:43.855-08:00600I've hit my daily step goal (11k+ steps) for 600 days straight.Woot.
staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-12796667830907387242021-01-20T14:17:00.000-08:002021-01-20T14:17:13.192-08:00inspiringAs someone who stuttered as a kid and still does when stressed, tired, or in pain, it's incredible to see someone work through and manage theirs in front of the country and the world.
(President Biden has stuttered since childhood.)staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-24024489694673172102021-01-07T13:51:00.002-08:002021-01-17T13:55:56.029-08:00bridgesAs long as I'm taking a stand and burning some bridges, here is something that has been in my Drafts folder for ages. I kept hoping I wouldn't be pushed to post it, but after yesterday, and after months of seeing those who I thought were good people not giving a shit about their fellow humans being hurt, being mistreated, getting sick, and dying, I guess it's (past) time.-----I'm done. To hell staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-70581282178965041032021-01-06T12:45:00.001-08:002021-01-17T13:51:58.556-08:00no moreArmed insurgents storm the Capitol to overthrow the constitutionally-elected government. This is a coup. If you are cheering this, you are not a patriot. You are not fighting for anything other than your own status quo. You can not hide behind the Constitution, you can not claim you want law and order. You have been played and used by people who are profiting off of your efforts, and still staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-83630502199305249892020-12-31T16:16:00.002-08:002020-12-31T16:16:23.081-08:00another dayI know we are all desperate for 2020 to be over. It's not an exaggeration to say this has been a year unlike most others, and we are glad to see the end of it. But the hard truth is that tomorrow is just another day, one that will bring thousands of illnesses, hundreds of deaths, and too many people struggling to work, to pay bills, to stay healthy in body, mind, and soul.
We have hope. We havestaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-37517149530389900452020-12-24T13:44:00.000-08:002020-12-24T13:44:02.544-08:00a treasured memoryOne of my dearest memories, from a Christmas not too long before my mom died:I was in Ohio, visiting Mom and Dad for the holidays. Christmas Eve, cocoa, popcorn, music, contentment. I mentioned the "NORAD tracks Santa" thing...they hadn't heard of it, so we rushed to the computer and hit up www.noradsanta.org to see where Santa was.Mom saw the toll-free number and gave it a call, expecting an staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-30180186806842563882020-12-02T17:00:00.002-08:002020-12-02T19:50:26.500-08:00my guiding principleI can still hear my dad saying it: “Life is short, kiddo. You’ve got to enjoy it while you can.”staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-81615527579046892142020-11-15T08:43:00.000-08:002020-11-15T08:43:46.851-08:00love to the familyA sad goodbye to my Aunt Judy. She and Uncle Donnie were always there for me, from when I was little, to when they lived down the block, and even long after I'd moved across the country.I will miss her.staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-22494858238565351742020-11-07T14:05:00.001-08:002020-11-07T14:05:24.411-08:00inspiringThe first woman to serve in the White House. What an amazing message to send to girls (and boys) everywhere.staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-77631492475563755012020-11-07T14:04:00.002-08:002020-11-07T14:04:51.894-08:00wow Not something I expected to see from this source.staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-24307940314724433092020-10-31T14:53:00.000-07:002020-10-31T14:53:03.230-07:00happy halloween, everyoneHere's hoping the next one is a bit closer to normal (the old normal, not the new normal).
staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-49340214870784383412020-08-25T13:03:00.002-07:002020-08-25T13:04:18.416-07:00a visitorThis was a first. And with the wildfires, I have a feeling we'll be seeing more wildlife coming into populated areas.
staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-19692334949321941552020-08-19T12:30:00.012-07:002020-08-25T13:02:21.815-07:00the gift that keeps on giving2020 just won't stop. Freak dry lightning storm that lasted for hours, bringing 10,000+ lightning strikes that caused record wildfires. The Bay Area is being hit hard by multiple large fires, and there doesn't look to be any relief any time soon.staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13178695859511333982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23518154.post-7241850521049555582020-08-18T12:23:00.000-07:002020-08-18T12:23:04.612-07:00trying out a new maskWore my Under Armor mask while exercising this morning - 85 minutes total (62 push, 23 cool down), 5.10 miles, 681 calories, and 87 degrees by the time I was finished (gack). It was surprisingly comfortable: it stayed in place; didn't hurt my ears even with earbuds, sunglasses, and a hat; and didn't fog up my glasses. A bit warm and moist, but no more than other masks.I'm calling this one a win.
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