TWO BLOGS IN THE SAME MONTH! GET EXCITED!

Written November 22, 2006

So, I have two papers and a presentation Monday, and I had every intention of spending a majority of my Thanksgiving Break doing schoolwork, but seeing that I helped my Mom put down a bottle of Beringer, I figure that I’m not exactly in the right state of mind to think too incredibly hard about PT, so I’m taking an evening off for “Stacy Time”. Unfortunately, I have no book to read, no TV to watch (thanks William), no internet access, and no one to play with, so it’s either Spider Solitaire, or writing a blog in Microsoft Word to post later. Obviously, I’m choosing the latter…

I don’t really have a lot of “Stacy Time” anymore for two reasons:

1. Physical Therapy school
2. Enon
   

This explains why my blogs are becoming sparser, why my eyebrows haven’t been waxed, and why I’m looking extremely pale due to lack of “light therapy” (right Mish?). Obviously, doing well in school and spending time with Enon are much more important than my skin complexion and the status of my eyebrows, but I do miss blogging quite a bit. Most of the drama in my life revolves around my relationship, but I definitely don’t want my blog to sound like “Bitchfest 2006” because truth is, Enon is absolutely fantastic in spite of how ugly things can get when we don’t see eye to eye. Truth beknown, I’m a huge brat that still has a lot of growing up to do, but he’s about as stubborn as I am, so when his patience wears out (which isn’t often AT ALL), shit goes down. But who really wants to read a blog about all that? Yeah, didn’t think so.

I told my big brother that I’d write a blog just for him because he was semi-jealous of the rank order of my Thanksgiving shout-out list, and after being home for 24 hours now, I find myself moping because I don’t have anyone to play with. With William gone, I find conversation with my parents to be somewhat stuffy without his comic relief. I love my parents, but they are so content in their empty nest that when I come home, they seem more annoyed that they have to fit me in their schedule than happy to see me. Makes me wonder why I come home at all, but I know that if I didn’t, they’d be very upset. I can’t win, and it sucks even more to not have my siblings around. At least I’d have someone to watch TV with! I’d never make it as an only child…

I taught Enon how to play UNO last weekend. I mean, who doesn’t know how to play UNO?! We were at Target and he said that he never learned to play because he never had anyone to play with since he was an only child. This absolutely broke my heart, so I bought the game and taught him how to play. Since then, we’ve played a game every spare moment we’ve had, and I’ve still only won once (he’s good!) It’s hard to imagine being an only child and growing up so lonely. He doesn’t know the difference of course, but being here away from all my brothers and sisters makes me realize how much more fun growing up was because of them. Therefore, in honor of them (and namely DEAN and William), I've compiled a list of some of my favorite memories:

• Playing “Colored Eggs” around Dad’s apartment complex in Lancaster. To this day, I still haven’t met anyone who played this game. Maybe me and Kelly made it up. I remember we would always fight over the color “Gray” because it was our last name and not one of the primary colors of the rainbow making it harder to guess. Dean would always do the voice of the Big Bad Wolf, and William always got tagged because he was so much younger, and sometimes we’d have to let him win. Poor William.
• Dean made Terri try the vanilla abstract and she passed it down to Kelly who passed it down to me, and I passed it down to William. William’s still waiting to get Tyler.
• Camping at Lake Isabel. Dean tried to convince William to eat the worm, and then William caught the biggest damn fish out of all of us! How did that happen?
• Trips to Lake Gregory – Daddy was pretty sexy when he took his shirt off, and we even took Tyler who enjoyed playing Pat-A-Cake, even though “rolling it” always made him spit up, haha! And Terri always turned into a lobster.
• Let’s not forget Disneyland! Terri, Kelly, and I went to Dean’s apartment the night before and hung up pairs of Dad’s underwear with Dean, Joe, and John’s names on them, and we decorated them with tampons and chocolate icing! Then we went to Disneyland, and I wanted to ride EVERY ride with Terri but Dean and Cousin Jeremy refused to straddle each other on the Mattahorn, so I had to ride with Dean. And of course William was too scared to go on Space Mountain! (Sorry Willie! It's my job to pick on you!)
• Breaking Dean’s model helicopter and Star Trek ship. Don’t worry; he still loves me even if he won’t let me live it down!
• Going to Lake Apollo to collect algae for Kelly’s science class, and then we stayed to play on all the playgrounds. At night, we laid in the parking lot and stared at the stars. Remember that HUGE shooting star?
• Staying up all hours of the night playing UNO, Phase 10, B.S. (Crap), King’s Corners, Rummy, and Poker!
• William and I were Nintendo freaks, and then Dean taught us how to win a million lives on Super Mario Brothers so we could finally beat the game!
• Wrestling in the yard – Dean always won even though it was William, Kelly, and I vs. him!
• Watching Dean break Dad’s ribs in the front yard with all the neighbors watching on their picnic blankets. Ok, not the greatest memory, but it’s funny to look back on it – I mean, why the hell did the neighbors do that? Besides, Terri and I sat in the kitchen and made chocolate milk while listening to Reba. That was fun….
• Remember at Yosemite when Kelly’s horse sucked? That was hilarious!
• The goodbyes – they were always so hard, especially the last time we had to say goodbye to Daddy, but at least we had each other. Dean always cheered Terri up on the plane, and William always acted goofy until I stopped crying which was about halfway to Georgia. But he never stopped trying no matter how upset I was.
• Christmas 2001 and Dean’s wedding – Lynne was pretty annoyed that we “decorated” the kitchen on Christmas Eve, and we totally demolished Mischa’s Explorer. Then Tyler spilled punch all over me while Daddy was giving his toast – William almost lost it! Little Tyler is a genius!
  

I think I could go on forever! No matter what, there was always someone to get in trouble with, fight with, cry with, laugh with, play with, pray with, hug, kiss, and punch in the ribs if I needed to. That’s something so special that I think I took for granted so many times throughout the years. But as I sit here tonight with no one to play UNO with, I realize how lucky I am to have such amazing siblings. So, Dean, William, Terri, Joe, Kelly, and Alishia – thank you for being….

Love y’all!