tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64092747371049026922024-02-21T21:41:22.334-05:00I'm Changing My Name to OuisaI am a 40 something mom of three. I love Jesus, my family, and these United States of America.Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.comBlogger337125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-70341331259534229272012-08-03T23:54:00.000-04:002012-08-03T23:54:40.461-04:00<span style="font-size: large;">Hey y'all. Whew!! What a day.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In just 16 short days, I return to work. YAY!! I think...Anyhoo, I have been looking all summer for a full size refrigerator (gently used) real cheap. Guess what, that combo ain't happening.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So, last night, on Craigslist, I saw the answer to my prayers. A full size fridge for $25.00. Okay, that should have been my first clue. But it looked OK in the picture. But they did warn that it had a "little" rust and needed to be cleaned up. I was so excited, I almost peed my pants.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Bright and early this morning, I went to the designated house to pick it up. Pulled up in the driveway and .......urk!!! Stop right there. That fridge had more than a little rust. Oh well, what did I expect for $25.00? My heart was broken. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So, my son wanted to stop at a resale store to look at clothes. I figured, what could it hurt. Might even have a cheap fridge in there somewhere.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">There was not one fridge to be seen anywhere. BUT, I got something that I have been wanting for a long time. But I never would have paid full price. Just could not see me spending that kind of money on something other than clothes for the kids. BUT, (choir of angels singing here) there was a used Kitchen Aid mixer. Yes, it was. Less than $150.00 with all the attachments in the bowl. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So, it was a bad day and a good day. Hope you all have a blessed weekend. Now, I have to excuse myself, because I think I am going to make some Boston Creme pancakes for breakfast tomorrow. </span>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-25208792136720254592012-08-01T17:34:00.001-04:002012-08-01T17:34:18.900-04:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hello everyone, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">I hope you summers are progressing well. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">I have a confession to make.........I am about to lose my mind. The kids are stealing it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ready for school to take back in. Bickering and fighting and crying over nothing and....you name it. Please don't get me wrong, I love my children. I have just had a really bad day. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">My DH is out of the country right now on a mission trip. And he took my car to the airport. My nice, small, air conditioned car. Great on fuel, car. Comfy, car. And left for me to use, a 23 year old diesel truck. Dualie. Air not working so good. Temperamental truck. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Today, I remembered that the tag on my teenage son's truck expired 2 weeks ago. NO problemo. I'll just hop into DH's truck and roll on down the road to the tag office. Yeah, not so quick. About 1/4 of the way there, it starts refusing to go into a higher gear. Makes an awful noise and will not go into the next gear. So, I pull over to the side of the road and try again. The noise it makes is AWFUL!!! Thus, my 10 year girl starts crying. Because the noise scared her. Then my other son starts yelling at her and I yell at him and then I yell at her and quickly reached the end of my rope. Short story, I was crying in the tag office and I'm sure they thought I was insane (which at that point, I might have been close). </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Turns out, there was grass in the transmission. I don't even want to hazard a guess as to how grass got in the transmission of the truck. We made it home and I am staying here. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">The good news is that we are all fine. Some extra snot from crying, but otherwise in good health. The bad news is, I have to drive that monster to a crowded metropolis tomorrow for a doctors appointment. This thing is almost 22 ft long. How in the heck am I gonna get that in a parking garage?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Y'all pray. Love to all.</span>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-87156647936475456202012-07-13T23:12:00.002-04:002012-07-13T23:12:20.391-04:00<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">I'm supposed to be on vacation here!!! Does anyone else feel like their summer is just flying by?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-large;">I hope all of you are having a great summer,even if it is passing quickly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-large;">I have to confess that I backed out of going to see Magic Mike. I thought about it long and hard. I basically made the decision not to go because I certainly would not appreciate it if my hubby went and saw a female stripper movie. So, that's also why I will not be reading Fifty Shades of Gray. I would not appreciate him reading that kind of book. No judging, just me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-large;">I am packing and getting ready to go camping at the beach for a week.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-large;">So excited. The campground has a pool. No sharks in it either. (I hope). </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-large;">Be blessed everyone.</span>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-31491701400853811782012-06-27T13:53:00.001-04:002012-06-27T13:53:37.975-04:00<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">This Friday, June 29th, is National Girls Nite Out..........</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Are you and your girls gonna do anything exciting?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Me and my girls are supposed to go watch this........</span><br />
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I bet the producers of this movie have bets with each other. About whether or not this nation of women will make this the highest grossing movie on it's opening weekend. I believe they may be right. <br />
Hope everyone's summer is going well. Be blessed.<br />Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-2201527550933246962012-03-05T21:17:00.003-05:002012-03-05T21:33:15.788-05:00<strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Hi everyone.....man, it has been a l.o.n.g. time since I last blogged. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">In my last post, I was asking for prayer from my blog buddies because I had a job interview. I really wanted to have that job. I went and bought a new outfit for the interview. I was so anxious for the interview that I showed up a whole 24 hours too early. YIKES!!!! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The next day, I was on my way to the interview and the butterflies were beginning to flutter ferociously. Then I heard God talking to me and they calmed down. I prayed the prayer that never fails, "Your will be done Lord". I felt a calm come over me and I wasn't worried anymore.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I went through the interview. Thought I did a great job. Had the correct answers to the questions that were asked of me. I knew everyone on the interview panel. I knew 1 of them well, the other 4 I was acquainted with, but they had not been on the receiving end of any of my volunteer work. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I felt confident. I came home and relaxed with my family and didn't worry about it anymore. After a couple days, I began to worry, but I heard God telling me to calm down. He had it. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Three days after my interview, I received a letter in the mail that I had done a great job in the interview and that the entire panel was impressed with my answers, BUT, they had chosen an employee that was already in the school system. I won't lie and say I wasn't disappointed, but I was not devastated. I felt that if God had wanted me in that position, He would have made a way. And that He must have something else He wanted me to be doing. So, I praised Him for His love and went on about my business. (I was a little ticked off at the money I had spent for the new outfit, but I could wear it to church).</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">At Church on Sunday, everyone was so curious as to whether or not I had gotten the job and they were disappointed for me when I told them I hadn't gotten it.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Two days later, on Tuesday, I got a call from the Assistant Principal of the school. He asked me if I could come in and talk to him for a bit. I said sure. I figured he was gonna tell me why they didn't hire me. When I got there, he asked me how I was doing and I told him I was great. Then he offered me the job I wanted. NO KIDDING!!!!! The person they were gonna hire changed her mind and went to work somewhere else in the system.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Pure and simple, this was my Lord's way of putting me right where He wanted me.</span></strong><br /><strong>Praise, praise, praise!!!! </strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Thanks so much to each of you who prayed. It WORKED!!!!</span></strong>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-82123389081888495922012-02-03T21:40:00.002-05:002012-02-03T21:43:04.747-05:00<strong><span style="color:#000000;">Hello everybody, he.. he... hello everybody.......</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Hey folks, hope life is treating all of you good. I have just not had time to get on here and blog lately. One of my favorite things to do is lurk around and read y'alls posts, I haven't had time for that. I am gonna try to just have a day here soon when that is all I accomplish. Meantime, how's everyone feeling about all the negative campaigning going on? Truth be told, I'm sick of it all. BUT, I am glad that I live in a country where, for today, at least, I am still free to say that. God bless America!! And bless our troops who serve and protect to guarantee that right.</span></strong>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-27306302285044111192012-01-09T22:43:00.002-05:002012-01-09T22:46:06.231-05:00<strong><span style="color:#000000;">Okay folks, I am in serious need of your prayers. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Long story, short....I applied for a job today. There are lots of financial issues going on right now and I could really use the job (that comes with benefits). I know that there are lots of folks out there with the same issues. But, if you remember, please throw my name in your prayers. I sure appreciate it. Hope everyone has a great week.</span></strong>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-46559555569780215412012-01-06T23:34:00.002-05:002012-01-06T23:39:32.699-05:00<strong><span style="color:#000000;">Ten Years ago..........</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I was having a great deal of trouble getting to sleep. For tomorrow, January 7th, I was blessed with a beautiful, little pink bundle. My daughter was born in 2002. It is so hard for me to believe that she is now "double digits, baby", as she puts it. What a beautiful person she is. I am so proud of the young lady she is becoming and how caring she is.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I must be out of my mind. I allowed her to have a sleepover tonight for her birthday. There are 12, count em, twelve, little girls under the age of 11 at my house. They have eaten pizza, cake, ice cream and drank lots of soda. I never knew that girls could make so much noise. Who am I kidding? I'll just be glad when they go to sleep.</span></strong><br /><strong>Happy birthday Abby. We love you very much.</strong>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-14516571069949670372012-01-02T01:42:00.001-05:002012-01-02T01:49:57.403-05:00<div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">HAPPY NEW YEAR bloggy buddies. I hope that all of you had a safe and wonderful New Years celebration. </span></strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-63209182151085624202011-12-29T01:09:00.002-05:002011-12-29T01:12:19.793-05:00<strong><span style="color:#000000;">Have I ever mentioned how much I love to read? I really, really, really love to read. Unfortunately, I usually only have time for that right before I drop off to sleep at night. For Christmas, I got two books that I have been wanting to read for a long time. I just finished The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Wow!! That was a long book. It was both good and it also repulsed me in some places, too. Anyone else read this book already? I definitely wanted to read it before I go to see the movie.</span></strong>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-72562358096344449932011-12-26T13:06:00.000-05:002011-12-26T13:07:21.900-05:00<strong><span style="color:#000000;">hope everyone had a Merry Christmas. </span></strong>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-11533348732306196182011-12-01T00:37:00.000-05:002011-12-01T00:37:12.525-05:00<strong><span style="color:#000000;">Sixteen years ago, I was blessed with a son. It is so hard for me to believe that time has passed this quickly. In my mind, I still see that little boy I used to carry around in the laundry basket. I appreciate the blessing that he is. Happy birthday son. His birthday gift is going to get his drivers license. It makes me proud and sad at the same time.</span></strong>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-85597246474427228162011-11-29T09:07:00.000-05:002011-11-29T09:07:01.121-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilu7_O-qp_DZ5HyHNLZCVSwVAWr6SFPNTl6UNhMuxMMBb_4-X6wwr19Rv9ZHvlCelPH66nvibiA3V1-ZR8AzSJGRm-nIO-PBhLk0ATMhllujBJeA8Ci7vtWqqpCAGFCDno_93lj6pwvpHw/s1600/375253_327978967217114_181805898501089_1531407_1942480929_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680417447452538162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilu7_O-qp_DZ5HyHNLZCVSwVAWr6SFPNTl6UNhMuxMMBb_4-X6wwr19Rv9ZHvlCelPH66nvibiA3V1-ZR8AzSJGRm-nIO-PBhLk0ATMhllujBJeA8Ci7vtWqqpCAGFCDno_93lj6pwvpHw/s320/375253_327978967217114_181805898501089_1531407_1942480929_n.jpg" /></a>Yes, I can. I matter. I AM loved. I CAN make it. All of these very positive thoughts are what I am going to start focusing on. I'm tired of the negative voice in my head. I want to be a more positive person. I want to live a more positive life. I want to have a more positive influence in my children's life.<br />Who wants to go with me?<br /><div></div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-50493227622062698572011-11-06T22:23:00.000-05:002011-11-06T22:23:00.614-05:00<strong><span style="color:#000000;">Church was absolutely amazing today. Due to the time change last night, I was able to get up at 6:00 am and get all the kids ready and at the church by 7 am to eat a great breakfast provided by the Brotherhood. Then we were treated to a slide show presentation of the latest mission trip to Nicaragua. What a treat!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">After that, we went to early worship service and the music was absolutely fabulous and I could feel the presence of God. I felt so connected. I couldn't help smiling and I almost broke out dancing. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">We had a great afternoon just hanging out and relaxing. After my son's youth choir practice tonight, we helped make a PILE of PBJ sandwiches that will be served to the homeless tomorrow. I wish I had more sometimes, then I could do more, you know?</span></strong><br /><strong>I pray that each of you have a blessed week.</strong>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-65954540745686535492011-11-05T20:25:00.000-04:002011-11-05T20:25:00.987-04:00<div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntBYxAqb02Lsix6Lly-jDf1a0j2jithjWf-sA9d2MiwA8L-M__iEYbzNMmyYPVL8oeh-mV_NFYJOanMDQW5lpHbQq2yjXGB0saNPBayCxstQzl0zgHW3eW30mY3J6aFLoyXhBjd-NsWhE/s1600/bbq1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 90px; height: 90px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670969636247524610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntBYxAqb02Lsix6Lly-jDf1a0j2jithjWf-sA9d2MiwA8L-M__iEYbzNMmyYPVL8oeh-mV_NFYJOanMDQW5lpHbQq2yjXGB0saNPBayCxstQzl0zgHW3eW30mY3J6aFLoyXhBjd-NsWhE/s320/bbq1.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Okay, no one is gonna believe me when I say that I don't know how to grill. Yep, you heard me. Other than plugging in my George Foreman, I do not have a clue how to use a barbeque grill. Open flame scares the poo out of me. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">That is, until this evening. My friend asked me to come to the ball fields and help set up the concession stand for tonight's games. I sliced tomatoes, onions, and lettuce. Got the chips and candies all filled up and got the cash register ready. Then, the guy who was gonna cook the burgers, hotdogs, and chicken breasts called and said he was running late. Someone now has to do his job. You guessed it, grilling. I didn't even know how to turn the durn thang on. But now, I'm hooked. I want a gas grill. I LOVE the taste of grilled chicken and hamburgers and hot dogs. I'm ready. So, I think I'm gonna ask my sweet husband if Santa can bring me a grill for my back porch. </span></strong></div></div></div></div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-90564172035038787402011-10-21T15:24:00.000-04:002011-10-21T23:18:38.000-04:00<div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">One word for tonight:</span></strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">BUNCO!!!!!!!!!! </span></strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>Y'all have a great weekend.</strong></div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-29317873584922816442011-10-09T22:55:00.001-04:002011-10-10T13:39:06.567-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixv9H4HxozGRaeBTKo7E0Ws39zgEgIVMjlvX_5rmQVyKRaTcbKHLHxDXyuEMWJdG3Ob_r9AcPAijHWvEHV8DMyd6w8jnxyxXC5HvDj2Il_kb7H-6HInu8vGR7OI60nYJsBuqteXdyNrhlT/s1600/313533_257549750954393_100000981110050_751645_575507995_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661692018106533490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixv9H4HxozGRaeBTKo7E0Ws39zgEgIVMjlvX_5rmQVyKRaTcbKHLHxDXyuEMWJdG3Ob_r9AcPAijHWvEHV8DMyd6w8jnxyxXC5HvDj2Il_kb7H-6HInu8vGR7OI60nYJsBuqteXdyNrhlT/s320/313533_257549750954393_100000981110050_751645_575507995_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Hello everyone. Hope that everyone has had a nice relaxing weekend.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I try really hard to keep my political opinions to myself. With this whole</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong>"Occupy Wall Street" <span style="color:#000000;">protest movement, I don't really have an opinion. I am grateful to live in a country where we have the right to do so. As long as the protestors stay peaceful, I really don't have a problem with it. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Late this rainy Sunday evening, someone sent me a picture. I feel like I should share it with everyone. It touched something in me and I feel like, maybe, We, the people, should march or protest or whatever it's called to make our governmental representatives live with the retirement programs they have bankrupted and with the medical care they have voted for us, then we would see how fast they could make these systems work again. Just my opinion, for what it's worth.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Hope you all have a great week!!</span></strong></div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-45856495844807727702011-09-27T22:15:00.000-04:002011-09-29T23:41:09.139-04:00RandomTidBits<div><div><strong><font color="#000000">WOW! It has been quite a while since I posted. Time is slipping by faster and faster these days. </font></strong></div><div><strong><font color="#000000">I hope everyone is healthy and doing well. </font></strong></div><div><strong><font color="#000000">Today, I got progress reports for my kids. All three are doing well, but I'm freaking out just a small amount. HALF of the first grading period is gone. ALREADY!!!</font></strong></div><div><strong><font color="#000000">I'm holding steady (bouncing back and forth on a 5 lb differential). I lose it, then I gain it back. I think the fact that anything chocolate passing within eating distance is eagerly devoured might have something to do with that. I'm hoping to get my self back under control in the next week or so. And maybe I can start round 2 of getting healthier.</font></strong></div><div><strong><font color="#000000">I had a job interview on Monday. Can I just say that it has been waaaaaaay too long since I had to apply for a job. I have seriously marketable skills, but no college. My college has been the experience that I have gained while working in the public sector. I have applied to work at our local high school in a clerks position. Still haven't heard anything. Keeping my fingers crossed. </font></strong></div><div><strong><font color="#000000">My oldest boy will be old enough to drive, by himself, in a little less than two months. What happened to that cute little baby sitting in my laundry basket? I blinked and he's almost an adult.</font></strong></div><div><strong>I hope that all of you are having a blessed week and if not, that the rest of this week will be blessed for you.</strong></div></div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-22767696622663560722011-09-06T22:42:00.002-04:002011-09-06T22:45:38.143-04:00<strong><span style="color:#000000;">ITS GONNA BE COLD HERE IN THE MORNING. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Well, it's gonna be 68, and only till about 10 am, BUT this little bit of chill in the early morning air is giving me the hope necessary to hold on to my sanity until the "real" cold weather gets here SOON I hope. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I was NOT one of those people whining when it was 50 degrees. I was yahooing and running around in shorts. I LOVE THE COOLER WEATHER. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I hope that you all have a great week. Do you like hot or cold weather?</span></strong>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-11614542108577899442011-08-30T22:34:00.002-04:002011-08-30T22:36:47.198-04:00<strong><span style="color:#000000;">Hello everyone. I lost 3.4 lbs this past week. Yay!! Finally, the scale is going my way. </span></strong>
<br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I have applied for a job. At the school where my oldest attends. Keep your fingers crossed and prayers are welcomed.</span></strong>
<br /><strong>Hope that everyone has a blessed week.</strong>
<br />Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-17999945190182860952011-08-22T11:27:00.002-04:002011-08-22T11:31:10.312-04:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">IT's THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR</span></strong></div>
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<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I know you all have heard me say it before, </span></strong></div>
<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">BUT</span></strong></div>
<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">it is the most wonderful time of the year.</span></strong></div>
<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">School is back in session.</span></strong></div>
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<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">This morning we were blessed. No one got out of bed</span></strong></div>
<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">grumpy. Isn't that amazing?</span></strong></div>
<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Everyone had breakfast. No fighting. AT ALL.</span></strong></div>
<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></div>
<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">WAIT just a doggone minute! Am I still asleep? </span></strong></div>
<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Am I just having a really good dream?</span></strong></div>
<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Please don't pinch me. I am enjoying this sensation</span></strong></div>
<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">tooo much.</span></strong></div>
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<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">God bless you all. I hope your first day of school is blessed</span></strong></div>
<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">as well. Have a great week!!</span></strong></div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-46481308134035422952011-08-13T21:18:00.003-04:002011-08-13T21:23:20.374-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZK2NA_whVvgtz98YFph7FXoT_1gQ9x9GkX18JflFj_jRHoR1jOFstPT1pM2BVVMeEN5wjlVl4zi_RZPgBXmv_lkn7yES4CSWXBjKA2nVZ2AFmvaguZKjxoTMcWsZdzEGR8jpc26C8magU/s1600/thehelp.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640515783277753410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZK2NA_whVvgtz98YFph7FXoT_1gQ9x9GkX18JflFj_jRHoR1jOFstPT1pM2BVVMeEN5wjlVl4zi_RZPgBXmv_lkn7yES4CSWXBjKA2nVZ2AFmvaguZKjxoTMcWsZdzEGR8jpc26C8magU/s320/thehelp.jpg" /></a>
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<br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Did you see it yet?</span></strong></div>
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<br />
<br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I did. I got the chance to go see The Help last night.</span></strong></div>
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<br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I was so happy to finally see the movie of the book I read last year. I was not disappointed. I tell ya, I laughed ( a LOT) and I cried and ran a gamut of emotions for this movie. It was wonderful. I can't wait to go see it again. (My snorting may have inadvertantly made me miss something key). Did you get to see it yet? What did you think?</span></strong></div>
<br />Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-14264485449451656362011-08-06T17:09:00.002-04:002011-08-06T17:11:14.083-04:00<strong><span style="color:#000000;">Today, my middle child turns 14. So, 14 years ago today, we received another fabulous blessing into our family. It is so hard for me to remember how little and precious he was that day. Yeah, right. He was 9 lbs 5 oz. I was ready for him to get out of me. LOL. Hope everyone is having a blessed weekend. Enjoy!</span></strong>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-14084524932473844782011-07-17T22:50:00.002-04:002011-07-17T22:52:55.571-04:00<strong><span style="color:#000000;">I'm a failure......</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">As you all know, I have been on the WW plan since January. And I had lost 40 lbs.</span></strong><br /><strong>This week, not so much. I have fallen off the food wagon and I can't seem to stop myself. I am eating everything in sight. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I have GOT to get back on it. I dread weigh in tomorrow. It will certainly tell the tale.</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I hope all of you have a good week. Blessings.</span></strong>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409274737104902692.post-90626908570724248412011-07-09T15:26:00.002-04:002011-07-09T15:31:09.116-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTRt7ngBC_eFtQTvwgHVNexF_d8Hnok69OgdUau2leny1LbcgJXRsBV0olEo50nnXo43M1GPyp9yrhAxWp4f5bkT4nm0sdhej6V9uGYKCpRH_H8HT5pXUcN_6lOQVApJVFlhmvx1SYz3m/s1600/IMG-20110628-00008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627436450545817554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTRt7ngBC_eFtQTvwgHVNexF_d8Hnok69OgdUau2leny1LbcgJXRsBV0olEo50nnXo43M1GPyp9yrhAxWp4f5bkT4nm0sdhej6V9uGYKCpRH_H8HT5pXUcN_6lOQVApJVFlhmvx1SYz3m/s320/IMG-20110628-00008.jpg" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#000000;">I'M SO EXCITED..................</span></strong><br /><br /><p><strong></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#000000;">In just three short weeks.....three.........this little ball of fur and poop is gonna come live with us at our house. His name is Hurley. (My oldest and my youngest got to pick him out, so the middle child got to name him). I hope that his name does not signify that he will be a hurler in my house.</span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#000000;">He is a small ball of energy right now when we go to visit him each week. </span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Pets? Pet stories? Helpful hints for having an inside pet? Looking forward to your answers. Hope you all are having a great weekend.</span></strong></p>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com0