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Name: Staci
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Metro: Savannah
Birthday: 8/11/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: live music, dance, good beer, socio-linguistics, education policy, federal prison system and rehabilitation programs, politics (all levels), kayaking, travel, reading, writing, spending time with family and friends, camping, good views, debates with people that don't take offense or argue like ninnies, puns, pick-up lines, learning the words to fast songs
Expertise: Coming out of things with only a few bumps and bruises..
Occupation: getting by..without selling my
Industry: Legal until April 28th- soon t
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/15/2005
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| Not that anyone checks this (especially given the recent silence), but I'll put out a little before I go..who knows, there might be a comeback on the way (should the internet cafes of the Marshalls allow it).
I'm in Nashville spending my days reading and babysitting. I actually cracked open the Marshallese Language Handbook today, read the alphabet, attempted to memorize the phonetic rules of environment and left it lying there, open on the couch. I want it to taunt my lazy ass until I do something crazy, like Lesson 2.
On the baby note, I'm loving spending time with the new addition, Jadyn. She's absolutely adorable and very sweet-natured. I'm very pleased to report that, though my body sometimes revolts and loves the baby care entirely too much for my comfort level, on the whole, living with a newborn and seeing the exhaustion and frustration on the faces of my brother and his wife have lulled me into the lovely knowledge that I do not want one of those for a long, long time. (Sometimes you have to do a reality check, make sure that your wants match your plans...not that I doubted this one, but resounding confirmation is always nice.)
I miss having my own bathroom, kitchen, house- space to breathe. It's hard to come home sometimes, but in the end, I love the time I get with my family. I'm finding that I live the life I mean to more often when I'm home. My beliefs and opinions pour out just the same, but my lifestyle, my actions are forced to be consistent ALL the time, instead of most of the time. Being so at odds with my family on certain issues pushes me to actively toe the line to avoid providing the ammunition of hypocrisy they will gladly use to shoot down my arguments. It's exhausting, but it's a great exercise in authenticity.
I'm going to go check out some books now, get myself noted on some federal list, no doubt.
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| R.I.P.
digital camera
cell phone w/phone numbers
last Monday at the firm
stupid boob cases
I stupidly drowned my cell phone AND my camera yesterday, kayaking around Little Tybee. To make up for my loss, God sent me a school of dolphins. They frolicked within arm's length of our kayaks. It was incredible and uplifting. I'm not sure how to turn that into replacement electronics. Oh well, I suck.
But, what doesn't suck is that today is the last Monday I'll ever work here! Yay!!
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| I just wanted to link you to this article about how fucking FAT Americans are these days. This is insane. We're actually running low on car seats for fat kids. Whoa, people, step away from the fritos (okay, so that's to me)..and turn off the t.v..it's time to jazzercize.
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| I am a dirty, dirty pack rat. You want to talk about squirrelling things away, let's talk.
My only cavities happened in elementary school. My mom couldn't understand how I could possibly have gotten them, as she supervised the tooth brushing every night. The story finally came out that I was eating a piece of Halloween candy every night in bed...for months. I was the kid that had candy left over from the year before.
The other day I opened up the coin compartment in my wallet and found three cents and a handful of m&ms.
I have grease stains in half of my jeans' pockets from washing them with candy inside them.
I still have Halloween candy from this last year in my desk at work..though people are onto my stash.
I probably have movie ticket stubs from junior high. But, I've hit a new low...
I just found a huge chunk of chocolate (this is why I love digital cameras), wrapped in a fax confirmation sheet, in a side pocket of my work bag.
This is from an enormous chocolate slab sent to my office at Christmas. This is also the second time that I have found it in my bag and been horrified. The first time was in a courtroom, during a trial, sitting two feet from the jury box. I just shoved it back into the pocket and tried not to blush.. That was in February, folks. I'm throwing it away. Right now. Eeeew.
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| Bitter day. I'm not sure if it's the creepy concentration camp dream I had last night, the fact that I'm starting another week in this fucking office or just that I'm having a random bout of loneliness...but I'm physically drained just being awake right now. I'm also alternating between Billie Holiday and the Dropkick Murphys on my iTunes, so that's probably doing something to my head too. I feel very teenager-y. I'm angry and sad for no real reason except that I'm angry and sad, but I'm refusing to be happy- because that would probably annoy the shit out of me.
Otherwise, I'm not making much progress on understanding that I've committed to moving to a tiny developing nation for a year. So far, the only thing that's becoming real to me is that I'm beyond funny ha ha broke. I'm now so panicked that I actually thought "Maybe I'll harvest my eggs" followed by "Oh, my dad's adopted they'll never take me" and then later "Oh wait, maybe I'll sell my kayaks." Gee Stace, that's a logical progression. Panic knows no logic. I'll work it out, but I'm going on the record saying that I hate past Staci. Money transgressions are inexcusable. And, I really don't want to sell the girls. Waaaah.
I've also exposed myself for the loser I am to all the folks going to the Marshalls. I not only created a message board and sent the link to peeps, but I've probably posted a good fourth of the comments (I might be exaggerating)..and I linked to my various online profiles. How very embarrassing. Ah well, maybe my charm and wit will win them over in person.
Enough nonsense.
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