I still cringe when I see Dave Murray on TV in STL.

7/20/2006

Verbally Spanked By the Weatherman.

So...last night there was a storm in the good ol' STL. Yes, they were warning of tornadoes and trees being down, but to me...it was just a storm. Also, last night was "So You Think You Can Dance?". To anyone who doesn't know, this is the dancing version of American Idol. I wouldn't normally care, except my mother now has a dancing Clay Aiken (aka: Benji) and I'm forced (that's an exaggeration) to watch. I'm sure some of you can see where I'm going with this. Network television shows (in this case FOX) & storms that can be reported on do NOT mix.

Here was my issue. Every freaking time the show came back on from commercial, that dang Dave Murray would break in with a "first storm warning". Then, naturally, when commercials came back on they would let us watch those. This went on something like 5 times and I had had enough. I was going to type him an angry email. YES! AN EMAIL! I was typing him this email for the good of the "So You Think You Can Dance?" community (my mom, myself, Ali, and his friend Kristin....those are the only people I know that watch this show). It actually wasn't so much as MEAN...as much as a SUGGESTION. I politely said,
"Dave, can you please stop breaking into 'So You Think You Can Dance?'. I've been looking forward to this all week (that's a lie). How about a nice scroll? Thanks so much! Sarah in St. Peters"
Naturally, dear ol' Dave didn't stop cutting in the show. It was ruined. The show was RUINED and I was angry. I can't stand his dang voice...and you KNOW they aren't going to replay that "very special 2-hour event". Geez.

FAST FORWARD TO THIS MORNING:
As I am checking my email, there was a message from "KTVI Weather". It was a rather long note (in comparison to my little one), from Dave Murray himself. True, this could have been a form letter that he sent to all people that wrote him, but he's still a bastard. Some of my favorite lines from this note include, "99 percent of the people writing me were people that were thanking me for such good coverage of the storm" (something tells me that is somewhat of an exaggeration...who writes the news to say "Thanks"). Also, there was a great line that went something like this... "This is one of the worst storms we've had in years and we saved a lot of peoples lives tonight. I'm sure you can agree that is more important than a TV SHOW."
Okay. I need a moment......
Seriously, does this dork really think he saved lives last night? REALLY?!?!?! Is that why he became a weatherman? So he can break in and say things like "If you see a tornado, don't run outside and take pictures. Go downstairs." Did we not learn this crap in elementary school while we were ducking and covering? Not only that, I feel as though he didn't successfully finish an english class in college. I counted 5 misspellings. Now, I'm not saying I perfect (well, I'm pretty close)...but if you are going to write a form letter, please check the spelling.
I can picture it though...imagine it with me...
A YOUNG DAVE MURRAY GOES UP TO HIS FATHER: "Dad, I'm going to save lives when I get old."
A HAPPY FATHER REPLIES:"I always wanted to have a child that was a doctor!"
LIL DAVE SCREAMS: "Not a doctor, dad, I'm going to be a WEATHERMAN!"

I just want to mention to him...if you want to do weather 24/7, go to the Weather Channel. Then you can save LOTS of lives! (And quite possibly your own, because I may kill you if you break into my TV show again, loser)

Now THAT is a cute baby.

My sister-in-law (I guess at this point of my blog writing, I can just call her Laura) sent me some pictures earlier this week of my niece and nephew. I promptly saved them to my desktop at work and I keep finding myself returning to these files, just for a good smile.

You know when you love someone so much your heart hurts? Yup...that's how I feel about these two...

Just so you know.......

Sadie smiles now (this is something new...at one time she was a non-smiler).

Logan graduated from preschool. I'm not sure when it became popular to have a graduation ceremony for kids graduating from preschool/kindergarten/8th grade. I'm a little bummed that I never had a preschool/kindergarten/8th grade graduation...I'm quite sure that I would have enjoyed the gifts.

I can't remember the last time I was this embarrassed.

9/13/2006

Back by popular demand (Okay...Court asked).

Well, I have returned. I know that everyone was concerned that I may stay in North Carolina, but it's kind of hard to stay when Adam is dragging you out by your hair to get you on your flight back. Okay, that's an exaggeration. He sucker punched me in the face and said, "Leave."
I would be lying if I said that didn't hurt.
I have to say though, I had an absolutely wonderful time in the ol' NC (I mean, before being sucker punched). It just went so fast! It was good to see all of my butt-ugly friends...no seriously, they are all nasty lookin', with their blonde hair, big boobs (minus Adam), and tiny waists. I feel bad for them, I really do. It must be hard to look up to me like they do and wish they could gain a hundred pounds and have mousey brown hair too. It's hard to be this beautiful. I love them all so much, like Angelina Jolie loves little Cambodian children. I just wish I could adopt them and give them all faux-hawks...I think Lauren would look cute with a Maddox style faux-hawk.

Now on to today, I must share this totally ripped-from-Seventeen-magazine embarrassing moment I had at our local Walgreens. I was out and about with Laura today and we were trying to get some things together for Cassie's bachelorette party. I decided that I should run by Walgreens and pick up some lube as a prize for one of the "games" we are having. I didn't want to spend too much, so I found some lovely Astroglide that was on sale for $3.99. It totally worked for the purpose. As I was checking out, I noticed that it rang up at $8. Not that I'm cheap, okay...I am, but I didn't want to spend $8 on a 1 oz bottle of Astroglide. Not when I know that it's probably going to end of all over someones face the night of the party when some drunk girl decides that it would be the funniest thing ever. Lube on the face...why not? So, I (foolishly) asked "Isn't that on sale?"
Without any hesitation, Rebecca (the 50-year-old gray haired Walgreens lady with a matching gray mustache) picks up the phone and on the loud speaker requests for Mr. whatever-his-name-is to come up front for a price check. By the time the (young) manager guy gets to the front, naturally there is a long line backed up behind me. I'm repeating myself over and over again "Don't worry about it, it's okay...I was just wondering...it's not a big deal...I SWEAR it's not for me!" A few minutes go by while 2 different managers are looking through the weekly ad, trying to find it on sale in there. (Of course my smart aleck sister-in-law is asking "Do you really think they are going to put LUBE in a weekly circular?") They wouldn't just drop it! I have irritated people behind me, watching 3 clerks at the Walgreens try to find out if lube is supposed to be four dollars cheaper. At this point I'm rambling on incoherently about some "party" and "joke" and "gag-gift". But, you know what people are always thinking when someone is trying to over-explain something. It means that person is lying. I realize this now and next time I will proudly say that the lube is for me and act happy about it. No! I will not pay $8 for lubrication for myself! No sir!

About 7 minutes of humiliation go by before the manager decides that the item was placed on the wrong shelf and I don't even get the freakin' discount. I think I should get the discount just for having the balls to make a deal about it. I need to learn how to keep my mouth shut sometimes. Now, if this were a true Teen Magazine story, I would have said that the manager was my secret crush that I've had since I was 13. Don't worry, he wasn't. I know you were all worried about that. You were worried because you are all such good friends.
I realize that some of you think that I am stupid for being somewhat humiliated by this event. I'm just telling you now, you would be too if you were caught buying Astroglide instead of K-Y. It's like being caught with a fake Louis Vuitton. It looks the same, but it's just not and you look cheap when you're carrying it around.




P.S. Adam did not sucker-punch me.

He jammed a pencil in my ear drum.



It sucks being deaf. I wouldn't recommend it.

I'll Never Forget This Day.

It speaks for itself...it really does...

9/23/2006

"She Like Shiny Things."

So, there are officially two weeks left until Cassie's wedding. Not that I'm freaking out, but there's stuff still to do. So, for the next two weekends I'll be staying at Ground Zero. Not THE Ground Zero, naturally, but still. Sorry, there was no need to bring the dramatics of 9/11 to this blog.
Our story involves four major characters, three of them happen to be not mentally handicapped. I honestly don't know the handicapped character's name, we'll just call her Lorraine. Yes, Lorraine is a good handicapped girl's name. Oh...and if any of you actually care, the other three characters are Cassie, Sue, and myself (of course...would I really be telling you this story if it didn't happen to me? Because, well, I don't care about anyone BUT myself).
Picture this with me...we have just been to get Cassie's hair "practice" done for her wedding, then to Wal-Mart to get the essentials (cat food, tampons, zip-ties...you know....all the necessities), and we went on our way to Deals. For everyone who is smarter than me and doesn't know what "Deals" is, it is a dollar store. A dollar store full of magical things like Christmas decorations and ceramic figurines of black clowns sitting on Jesus' lap. I'm not sure why anyone would need a badly-painted ceramic figurine of a black clown sitting on Jesus' lap, but apparently there is a market for it. And that market is a dollar store.
I swear we went to Deals just for some cheap tissue paper (and maybe a cute little figurine...you never know when the mood may strike). It was such a quick trip I couldn't foresee what was about to happen. We were there for about 2 minutes when we decided to check out, Cassie was up front...leading the way. Sue was right behind her and I, per the usual, was bringing up the rear. I wasn't really paying attention to what was happening up ahead (I was too involved with all of the magical items around me). I remember hearing Cassie say "Oh!", but I just assumed that it was one of her usual outbursts. Not 7 seconds later, I feel someone touch me. Not in a "Oops! I bumped you!" kinda way, more of a forceful "I know you and I'm kidding around" kinda way. I ignored it (because I really don't care about people) and within a second, I feel someone take a large amount of my hair and YANK it down. Not so that it was a light pull....my neck literally popped. Do you know how quickly your heartrate jumps up when your body goes into attack mode? I just about turned around a punched someone in the face. What I ended up doing was turning around to Lorraine's mom saying "Oh...sorry...."
NOW....if I were the mother of a handicapped teenager and my child just straight up yanked on some girl's hair at the store, I would probably be a little more apologetic than "Oh...sorry...". Of course, I could have been a litte more angry and said, "Keep your child's hands occupied with something else other than my hair, thank you very much or else I may end of killing her....neigh...you.....I would never harm a handicapped child".
So, after my shocking moment, I ran up to meet with my beloved cousin and aunt and tell them the freak incident that just occured. Turns out, not moments before...Cassie had a very similar incident with Lorraine. Apparently, this girl was staring at her diamond-esque headband atop her pretty little head (remind you, she just had her hair fixed the way it is going to be at the wedding). Then she lunged for it...she decided that the tiara was hers. Of course, Cassie is trying to dodge her with everything she has in her. Poor thing....it must be hard to be so beautiful and have crazy-eyed handicap girls lunge after you.
Of course, there was a response from the girl's mother during this event as well. The mother decided that instead of an apology, a simple response of "She just likes shiny things" would suffice.

Of course, maybe we should all just take a lesson from my aunt and get, as she says, "A short, dykey haircut"

Maybe then the world would have less head traumas from handicap girls who love shiny things.

I can't believe Cassie's wedding was so long ago.

10/9/06

You can't make this stuff up...

So, let me preface this by saying that Cassie and Joey's wedding was absolutely beautiful...and the quirks are what made the day even more memorable.

The day started off early. I did the things that needed to be done (yes, tanning NEEDS to be done....there is nothing worse that a pale fat white girl). I also went to Target. Oh, how I love Target...you can go in there trying to find one thing (in my case, aspirin), but you come out with so much more. I had a fabulous time finding tons of magical clearance items. Yes, I said it....it was magical.
After my magical trip to Target, I went home to take a shower and get dressed for the wedding. Nothing exciting happened in the shower, so nothing to report there...sorry.
I decided to do my hair and makeup at the church, so I packed up my car and went to meet the guys at the Heart of St. Charles. There, I found out that one of the groomsmen had to fly back home because his wife was in labor. Yeah, seriously...he took a flight out the morning of the wedding.
After getting everything figured out with that situation, I was on my way to the church. Of course, the thought didn't occur to me that no one would be at the church yet and I was locked out. No biggie, though. I would just go to Starbucks and get my favorite non-coffee drink (Vanilla Bean Frap....believe me, it's heaven in a plastic cup). While going through the Starbucks drive-through, I made the mistake of allowing a conversation to happen between myself and the Starbucks guy. Here's the convo...
Me: "How are you doing today?"
Crazy Starbucks Guy: "Bummed, I'm missing the Texas football game."
Me: "Oh, that sucks. Why are you such a big fan of Texas?" (Fatal mistake)
Crazy Starbucks Guy: "I'm actually from Texas. I dropped out of high school when my principal called me to the office and told me that I was going to be half a credit short for graduation. I was just like, 'peace' and he was like, 'You can't go anywhere!' and I'm like, 'Yeah, I can...I'm 18, I can do whatever I want.' So, I moved to Missouri with my girlfriend that I thought I was going to marry, but she broke up with me, so I tried to finish high school here. But, well, you know how it is..."
Me: (My inner monologue is going crazy here...because, I DON'T know how it is to drop out of high school and I don't know what it's like to have smoked so much pot that I'm telling a complete stranger my whole life story face to face. I personally prefer a blog to share my life with complete strangers.) I just reply with a simple, "Oh....yeah...good luck with that."

So, after my Starbucks trip, I headed back to the church to find that Debbie-Do was there. Now, for anyone who doesn't know Debbie, she is the church appointed wedding planner. A wedding planner that has obviously had a side of crazy with her Cheerios. She has a gift for being in a constant state of frantic-panicness, but really isn't around when you need her. Oh, and her license plate really says "DEBI-DO", which actually speaks of her insanity. She is obsessed with things like dots on the floor, ugly fabrics, and cheese/grapes/cracker platters (to keep the blood sugar level, of course. All I could think of when she was talking about the "blood sugar" thing was 'Where's the wine?')

The girls arrived and they were in a hurry to get their dresses on to get their pictures done before the guys got to the church. Everything went swimmingly until Rachel tried to get her dress on. Poor thing, the dang zipper would not budge. We tried everything....deodorant on the zipper teeth, having her lie down on the floor to get a running start, having her take off the dress to try and loosen up the zipper (it wouldn't even budge when the dress was off of her, why would be assume we could get it up with it on?). Nothing worked, eventually the decision was made that Rachel would get sewn into her dress. It was done with little time to spare...poor thing. I can't imagine standing in one position for over an hour with someone sewing you into a dress.
The ceremony felt like it was 5 minutes and then it was over and we were on our way to the reception. The food was delicious, but I would never recommend the Heart of St. Charles just for the fact that the staff was so rude! First, Molly was getting a drink from the champagne fountain and the evil wedding coordinator at the Heart of St. Charles came up behind her and grabbed her drink and said "You need to be 21 to drink that." To which, I replied "She is 21!" and she said "I'm going to need to see some ID."
Molly said, "Fine." and went to get it, when she returned to show it to Tawny. Tawny just looks at her and says, "I can't read this...I don't have my glasses."
Fine. Strike one against them.
The second incident happened when I went to the bar to get Laura a drink. I ask for a coke and a rum and coke. The bartender asked for ID and gave him mine. He hands it back to me and gives me a coke. Here is that exchange of words....
Me: "I also need my rum and coke"
Him: "Yeah, nice try."
Me: "Try? Are you kidding me? I just showed you my ID"
Him: "Yeah...right."
Me: "Give me the drink, I'm 23 freakin' years old."
Him: "Your birthday isn't until November."
Me: "WHAT??!?!? It's February 24, 1983" (and I hand him my ID AGAIN)
Him: "No, it says here November 12, 2005"
Me: "YOU ARE LOOKING AT THE ISSUE DATE! THAT WOULD MAKE ME A YEAR AND A HALF!"
Him: "Okay, fine...here's your drink"
Me (under my breath): "You suck balls."

Other than those little snafus, everything was absolutely perfect. Cassie was the most beautiful bride ever and it couldn't have been better....


So, there you go....the story of the wedding. If you are upset that this was so long, then YOU suck balls, too. Stop reading now....

I mean it....

Stop reading.
NOW.

My mom knew I'd like this one...

My mom and I had a lovely conversation via the telephone the other day and she said something about a blog that she loves almost as much as mine. Don't be fooled...it is actually way better than my blog will ever be, but she birthed me and has to love me more (it's a law, I think).

It's a complete rip off of the blog Stuff White People Like (which I believe is mentioned in post #1 of this guy's blog) called Stufff Christians Like (yes, 3 f's). I'm not going to lie...I've been spending way too much time catching up on his blogs (when I really should have been doing actual work). If you spent your childhood in church and have some time to waste, you will definitely appreciate this blog. I would suggest starting at #1. It makes more sense that way.

www.stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com

If you have no desire to discover the site yourself, here are some of my faves....

#104. Putting God in the liner notes.
When I was in college in Birmingham, I used to attend a church called Brook Hills. One Monday in the lunch room I noticed a kid that had sung a great song at church. I approached him by the cereal and said, "That was a really good song you sang yesterday, did you write it?" He looked at me with unexpected disdain and replied, "No, God did." And then he walked away.

I felt like such a heathen. At that point in my life I felt like God had gone silent. I wasn't getting any word from him. He wasn't even sending me fortune cookie length messages and this guy was co-writing songs with him? I couldn't get God to send me a postcard with, "wish you were here" on it and he was having a Hall and Oates moment with the Alpha and Omega. I felt hopeless.

But now, I realize that sometimes we put God in the liner notes of albums I don't think he had anything to do with. I know that in some sense, God is infused in everything in the world and as a Christian he should be woven in to every part of your day, but this kid's song was not that good. I mean, I've seen God's work. He made the Grand Canyon and the platypus, when he gets creative, he really gets creative. But sometimes, in a variation of throwing the God Card, we thank God for things I think he'd just as soon say, "whoa, whoa, whoa, that chorus is weak and don't even get me started on that bridge. Leave my name off that song champ."



#154. Breaking up after a retreat.
Next to unpacking, dumping your boyfriend or girlfriend is our favorite thing to do after a church retreat. We can't help it. The retreat speaker always tells us on Saturday night, "If there's anything you need to lay down before the cross tonight, to give up to God, come down and do it. Don't wait, this is your chance." And you are the first thing we think of. So we decide with our retreat friends that we are going to do it. This relationship is over. And then on Sunday afternoon when we get back, we call you and have the following conversation:

Girl:
"The retreat was good, it gave me a lot to think about."

Guy:
"Really? Like what?"

Girl:
"Well, I think you and I have grown apart."

Guy:
"You've been gone for 44 hours and were 119 miles away, what do you mean?"

Girl:
"God just really laid it on my heart that I should focus on him and not this relationship."

Guy:
"God told you to dump me?"

And so forth. The moral of this story is that if your girlfriend or boyfriend is going on a retreat, you better go too. Unless it's an all girl's retreat. And mission trips are even worse. Your girlfriend is going to start seeing Mark, that awkward but kind of cute guy, in a whole new light during that mission trip. It's a light called, "Look at Mark feed hungry children in Africa while my boyfriend plays Xbox back in Ohio."

Don't say I didn't warn you.

#119. Saying "In Christian Love" before you punch someone.
There's a subtle difference between "in christian love" and "bless her heart." When you say bless her heart, you're gossiping about someone behind their back but soften it a little with this phrase. In christian love is what you say when you want to tell someone they're horrible but you want it to feel like encouragement. Here's how it works:

"Jon, can I talk to you? I hope you can hear this in christian love, because that is how I intend it, from one friend to another, but I have to tell you, you suck. I felt convicted to tell you this so that you can grow in your not sucking."

It's a pretty versatile phrase though. This is what an 80-year old lady said to my friend who is single the other day:

"Sweetie, you need to get out and date. Do you think God wants you to be celibate for the rest of your life? I'm only asking in Christian love."

I love it, it's like this get out of jail free card we use every now and then to do what we want but still maintain a bit of Christian veneer.

#192. Using "love on" as a verb.
I really like this phrase. If this phrase was a girl I met in college I would ask her out after chapel, take her to Outback for a blooming onion and reasonably-priced steak dinner, and then go to a movie. Which in college was considered a 5-star date.

But in all seriousness, this is probably my favorite Christian phrase. Here's an example of how to use it: "Mark is going through some tough times right now, we really need to love on him."

See how tender and compassionate that sounds? It's lovely, but it can be a bit confusing. In the last decade, several other similar phrases have popped up. So, as a public service, I thought I would point out the difference between the "on phrases."

1. Eat on
Sometimes before a meal, someone will say, "I'm going to get my eat on." This usually means you are going to a Chinese buffet, often titled something like "Super Buffet." Remember not to waste your time on things like salad and bread. Skip those altogether and focused on anything fried.

2. Drink on
Sometimes before a big boozefest, someone will say, "I'm going to get my drink on tonight." This event usually involves malt liquor and making out with someone you would not usually make out with. I sincerely recommend that you do not in fact "get your drink on." SCL does not support bad making out in any situation.

3. Freak on
Sometimes before going dancing, someone will say, "I'm going to get my freak on tonight at the club." Nelly Furtado and Missy Elliot did a song called "Get ya freak on" so maybe the phrase picked up steam there. I think if more Christian marriages employed this phrase we'd have less divorce. Just a theory.

I could write and write and write, but my friend is going through some tough times and I need to go love on him. (See how awesome that phrase is?)

I guess I've always been bitter.

I guess I had a year that I didn't blog once. Whatever...

11/15/2006

Somewhere between STL and CLT

So, I went to Charlotte this past weekend. I mean, wouldn't you if you had a chance to get out of town with a $79 e-saver? Oh, please, I ain't no foo', I'm not going to pay retail for a plane ticket.
I got to Lambert airport at 11am on Saturday (I had to work that morning, so I couldn't leave earlier). Technology is such a great thing, you no longer need to talk to people to check your baggage. It's great for me, since, you know....I hate talking to people. Although, while I was checking in, I noticed that my name was SARAHR ROGERS (whatever...so they didn't put a space between my first name and my middle initial), but what really made me do a double take is what was written under my name. In bright red letters was ""BLIND PASSENGER". Hmmm...now, let me see here...I've been told that I "must be deaf", because I'm, "not listening". Also, I've been called an "Ice Queen", since I'm so cold and unfeeling, but I've NEVER been called BLIND.
So, I stand there with a dumbfounded look on my face until the overly-friendly airline attendant asked how she could help me.
I respond by asking, "Why does this say 'blind' when I'm obviously not blind".
To which she responds, "I'm not sure, it doesn't matter though. I wouldn't worry about it."
IT DOESN'T MATTER!?!?!?!?
Of course it matters! It matters because I now know that from this point on, I will always put that I have some kind of handicap. You know why? I can't state this loudly enough, so go ahead and read it out loud.

THEY PUT ME IN THE FRONT OF THE PLANE AND THEY DIDN'T SIT ANYONE NEXT TO ME!!!

Score one for the chubby girl in seat(s) 2E AND 2F!
So, after my quick non-stop flight to Cha-town...I was on my way to good ol' Mooresville with Adam. We spent a lot of time at home (that's a lie, we spent many an hour at his friend Wesley's loft). I have to say, it is great to meet a new person that is not worried about offending people. I mean, how many times can you meet someone who will make you pee your pants from laughing at a handicap joke. Okay, I didn't pee my pants...but, I'll tell ya, it was close...I snorted a few times...and that's almost as embarrassing.
Adam and I also went to the mountains. You gotta love the mountains, there are always lots of cute little shops and tons of 62 year old women with bad taste in large groups. What is it about women in large groups? You know that they will either be shopping for ugly trinkets in a "General Store" or "Kraft Korner" or going to an awesome (that's for you, Mom!) Clay Aiken concert. Just so you know, these women were shopping...Clay Aiken was not in the mountains. I think my goal when I get to the age of 65 will be to avoid The Red Hat Ladies at all costs.
The 4 days in NC went way too quickly and I was on my way home last night. Again, I was a blind passenger and again...I had two seats to myself. I guess the extra seat is for my seeing eye dog. Whatever, I'll take it. The thing that this flight had that the other did not was a southern belle named Star. She was our flight attendant and a native of Charlotte. Her hair was dyed black and permed beyond recognition, although it was pulled up in a banana clip (not very neatly, might I add). She was one of THOSE flight attendants. It's hard to explain, so here's a few of her quotes from the flight (please imagine it in a southern accent):

STAR ON DEPARTURE:
"Welcome to US Airways Flight 2663 with service to St. Louis, ya'll. My name's Star and I'll be hosting on this flight this evening. God bless you for choosing US Airways for your flight. Please notice the 4 exits on the plane and keep your seat in the upright and uncomfortable position while departing and landing."
STAR TALKING TO A PASSENGER IN FRONT OF ME:
"Please put your shoes on for departure ma'am. If you think about it, it really makes since. Ya know? I mean, if the plane was going down...you'd wanta have your shoes on to get off the plane" (enter in too sweet smile here)
*Now to this I thought to myself..."If the plane was going down, are my shoes going to save my life? No! I wanna die comfortably, stupid!"
STAR ON ARRIVAL:
"Welcome to St. Louis, ya'll! We know ya'll have a choice when ya'll fly and I'm SOO happy ya'll chose US Airways. If this is ya'lls home, welcome home. If this is for pleasure, enjoy your stay. Have a great night, ya'll and God bless."


Ahhhh...I never thought it would be so nice to touch down in St. Louis, it was a great feeling to never have to hear Star's voice again.