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Can I just tell you? This whole site needs an overhaul. My goodness! Thank you for visiting, come back again in a few weeks. I still appreciate your support. :)
I love your support. So many of you have encouraged me to keep writing all these years. I took a few years off because I wasn't feeling very confident about my skill and self-conscience about my subject matter. I really appreciate your gentle (sometimes haunting) push to get back on the proverbial horse. My favorite thing in the world is making someone laugh, typically at my own expense. It warms my heart to hear that my silly stories have helped you smile or laugh out loud when you felt like that's the last thing you could do.


I also really appreciate the support of many boyfriends who read through my entire collection of crazy and still chose to continue dating. I'm not sure if you felt bad for me or found me charming. Regardless, thanks for the encouragement.


I'm going to change things up a little bit. As you may have guessed, from some of my posts, I have aspirations of writing a book. (Or two, three, or four… We'll see.) Anyway, all of my stories, up to 3/6/17, are true and happened to me. I'm thinking about adding some characters to my stories and playing around with fiction writing. You'll be able to tell the real stories from fiction. I think. ;-)


I'm not sure what my books are going to be like, yet. I've always enjoyed reading fiction but, maybe non-fiction is the right path for me. I'm pretty confident with the voice I've developed in telling my silly stories and would like to continue to write in that tone. I know I'm going to start off slow because, as you know, self-discipline has never been one of my stronger qualities. I may try to play around with other subjects, too. Stay tuned.


This site is meant to make you laugh through stories that you may be able to relate to whether it's sour love, a cooking disaster, a social faux-pas, etc. So, bear with me as I stumble through my experiences, hopefully, more gracefully than the actual event, but just as funny, and either share the lesson or just make you laugh out loud.

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Thursday, August 27, 2009

Orange kangaroo
I’ve been traveling a lot lately. As usual, I have a couple different things on the back burners. My latest adventure didn’t disappoint in the ‘incident’ factor.   

I spent the day in Seattle a couple of weeks ago on a long layover from Calgary, Alberta to Denver, Colorado. I wanted to do a quick tour of the city and check out the Space Needle. I did my research and felt that I could get a glimpse of everything and a feel for the city in about 3 hours.

Now, my expensive taste and grandiose delusions decided that a car service for the day would be the best course of action. I wouldn’t have to worry about directions and the likelihood that my driver could play a duel role as my tour-guide seemed pretty good. I figured a couple of hours would run me about 75 to a hundred twenty bucks…on Planet Stacey. When my Yankee self dug up the real cost, my pocketbook led me to the public bus service.

According to the gentleman at the information desk, I needed to catch the 194 bus in lane two. (Side note: I was dressed cute as a button in my little gingham espadrille wedges and new vintage 20’s chapeau.) As I scurried out the door to catch my bus, I caught a glimpse of the 194 about 50 yards down. As you know, I’m not new to running a little late nor am I averse to running in heels. (I do it every morning roughly 3 minutes before my 8am sales meeting.) I put it in high gear and raced to catch my bus. It waited. 

According to my calculations, it should have taken approximately 40 minutes to get into the city. Thirty minutes after I got on the bus, everyone got off at a parking lot and my bus parked behind another bus… Yup, wrong bus. 

I’m not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse that I feel comfortable chatting up just about anyone. The bus driver was a very nice man, named Richard, who happens to be a basketball coach during the school year and a couple of his kids played in the NBA. His favorite player on the Celtics is Kevin Garnett. We had a lovely conversation for about 15 minutes and he told me exactly what I needed to do once I finally made it into the city. His shift ended en route back to the airport and a new group of passengers joined me.

A scruffy, Grizzly Adams type guy with a handle-bar mustache in his early 70s got on and parked right next to me. Now, because I do genuinely like to chit-chat and I’m used to strangers sharing their stories with me, I wasn’t at all uncomfortable when he leaned into me to let me know that was the first time he rode the public bus. “Hmm,” I thought, “me too.”

I did, however, become a little unnerved when he then proceeded to emphatically tell me he was “nuts.” He was heading to the psychiatrist. Then, I thought, “Of course you are. Why else would I have gotten on the wrong bus… How much longer to the city?”

His name was Al and he thought I would like hear a magic trick. My inner voice said, “Not really but, lay it on me.” He proceeded to ask me to “think of a number between 1 and 9, multiply it by 9, add the two numbers together, subtract 4, pick a letter of a country that starts with the corresponding number” (I know, right?), “take the last letter of the country, pick an animal that starts with that letter then take the last letter of that animal and pick a color.” Phew! Then he said, “Okay, you got it? Are you thinking of an orange kangaroo in Denmark?” “Um, no,” I said, “I was thinking of a blue giraffe in France.” The poor thing, he was so disappointed and I’m sure he was wondering if I was crazy.

Can I just tell you? Two hours later, I finally arrived at my destination and, as luck would have it, so did Al. I learned all about his family, his 3 kids, his parents. He had lived in Seattle all his life and his mom used to split wood. I was actually kind of sad to see him go. 

I spent the rest of the day downtown following all of Richard’s directions and still got to see everything even though my time was cut a little short. Great energy in Seattle, if you haven’t been, you should go. Take the 194.
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