Sunday, March 20th 2011. The storm. Life, it's a mystery. Some people fall in to it with such grace. Some are born kicking and screaming. Some get a free ride throughout, some struggle against the tomalchouos(?) rip tide being held down by it's power thrust while it squeezes the life out of you. Some people float along the still pool of life enjoying the raft they've been given from the start. While others swim up shore against the current fever should be praying for a life boat. Me a graceful life has never been my style. It's been the unobtainable dream. I stand alone in the middle of a wind storm struggling to stand up right. People say your life is what you make of it, is it or is that a mirage to comfort those who are down on their luck. We cannot control every aspect of our lives nor prevent circumstances.

grandparents leave me a note that theyve gone to the casino in the middle of the night.

trip around town with grandpa

Tonight I have decided that on Valentine's Day I would dedicate this evening to the one man who was remained constant in my life. That would be my little 15 pounds hairless Chinese crested rescue dog Albert. I found myself alone this evening and I guess I'm alright with that because I have my boy by my side. He's been through so much with me travelling from the first time we ever laid eyes on each other in Southern California Los Angeles and then I moved to Atlanta Georgia Birmingham Alabama and now we find ourselves in the great old North Eastern Pennsylvania Pokano(?) Mountain. I have definitely had my fair share of guys who have disappointed me who have played games who were not ready to commit.

Hello everyone, this is Stacy from Stacy Radio. Broadcasting live from my Motorola Back flip phone on iPodio(?) every week. Feel free to join me as I ramble about life love and everything that there is out there.