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Hello and welcome to a small snapshot of what life's like inside my little corner of the world. I'm Shelly, I have a satisfying career and I'm shackled to my supurb husband. I'm the step-monster to his stylish son and together we have two stunningly beautiful daughters - Sugar and Spice, two stubborn dogs and a squawking bird. These are just some of the stories of my life.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

7 Random Things

I was tagged by Tina at Golden Goodness for this meme.

Coming up with something interesting could be a challenge.

Let me see....... I have several a few hang ups that I could tell you about; for instance...

  1. I can't stand the sound of people clipping their fingernails. Those things have a habit of taking flight. One could fly over and poke my eye out!

  2. I also don't like it when people floss their teeth outside of the designated area (meaning the bathroom). Whether it's water or a diet Barq's, I usually have an open drink beside me and if someone is flossing their teeth beside me the particles might land in my drink....and that's just gross!

  3. I used to be afraid to look in mirrors in the dark - the whole Bloody Mary thing. I was afraid that, even if I only thought about it too hard, something other than my own reflection would appear. I still don't like the idea of looking into anything where I should see my reflection and that not being what appears, but I'm not quite as spooky about it as I was when I was younger.

  4. I do not like to drive and I get anxiety whenever I have to go somewhere unfamiliar - even if I've been there before; if it's not a place that I go on a regular basis, I will have anxiety about getting there. And if you're in a hospital, you can pretty much hang up any thoughts of me coming to visit - unless I can find someone to ride with. Note that some of this anxiety has lessened with the arrival of my girlfriend but it is in no way completely gone.

  5. I eat fried chicken and pizza with a fork and knife. I can't stand to get my hands dirty. If I make something that requires me putting my hands in something mushy - like hamburger meat - I make Kayla do it.

Wow! I was able to come up with five quirks. I'm sure there are plenty more - such as my love for public bathrooms - but I better not share them all or the people in the white coats might try to take me away. And if you've ever read my blogs before, you already know about the bathroom thing....

Now, let's see if I can come up with two more random, yet interesting, things about myself...

6. I am left handed but I bowl with my right hand.

7. I have never gone by my first name - seems to be a family tradition as my grandfather went by his middle name, my mother goes by her middle name, and my father too - and up until the sixth grade, I didn't go by my middle name either. ;)


Monday, April 21, 2008

Just Another Manic Monday...

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My alarm went off - I pressed snooze.

I believe I've already established that I MUST press the snooze button a minimum of three times before I get out of the bed each morning.

Today, I pressed if four! Which, of course, means that I had to rush to get ready.

I stayed up late last night working on some more business cards, so I wasn't very happy about the annoying beep of my alarm clock this morning, which starts out soft and pleasant (beep-beep-beep beep-beep-beep) but gets louder and faster (beep.beep.beep-beep.beep.beep) until you finally get your butt up and turn it off - or, as in my case, press snooze. ;)

My first sign should have been when I put a run in my brand.new.never.been.warn. pantyhose, while putting them on.

Still reeling from the shocking news of my favorite buddies retirement, I get an email from my boss asking me to come in her office when I get settled. uh-oh, this can't be good.

I go into her office and take a seat; we chat for a while and then she tells me the latest news:

My work husband is leaving me, **sniff-sniff** he's going to another department.

What am I going to do?? He's the best work husband I've ever had! I'm not ready for a separation. **sniff-sniff**

So, after she drops this bomb on me, I head back to my desk where absolutely nothing worked. I was unable to delete tables. I was unable to paste. My clip board wouldn't empty. UGH!!!

Then I sent a message to my work husband, asking when my reports would be ready, and he snipped at me. (My goodness, what's wrong with him?? I'm the one getting dumped.)

"Gimme a break" He says.

Gimme a break?? Did he really just say Gimme a break?? Sure, I'll give you a break....here you go...

Now, can I get a break?? Please?!?!

Manic Monday continued on with failing queries, power surges and unresponsive hosts, which probably means absolutely nothing to you but in my world it makes completing work and meeting deadlines rather difficult.

As the day went on, I did manage to check off several tasks from my to-do list and now that all of that craziness is out of the way, I can have a great rest of the week!
In other news:

How do you like me new blog design??

Love it?? Me too!!

Compliments of my good friend Tina - who btw, tagged me for a meme so look for that post sometime soon.

Now that you've finished reading my babblings for the day, jump on over and check out Tina's blog and if your looking for a new look for your blog...

get redesigned!


Friday, April 18, 2008

A Good Day, Gone Bad...

Today was going to be a good day.

I was on my way to work and I was ahead of schedule.

I was across the street from the building, waiting for the light to turn green.

All was right with the world.

THEN, my phone rang.

It was a co-worker. She had something to tell me and she couldn't wait any longer for me to get there.

She had to tell me, right.now.

What followed was some news that could only be described as completely shocking and somewhat devastating.

"WHAT?!?!?" I screamed into the receiver. "NO WAY!!"

I checked the date on my watch. Nope, it's not April 1st, so why would someone be playing this cruel, cruel joke on me???

Okay, I'm at work now.

The first thing I do is turn the computer on and pull up my email.

There it was, the dreaded email that confirmed the phone call that I had gotten.....

Laura - my favorite work buddy - is retiring....effective immediately???

This can't be....I didn't even get to say goodbye. WHYYYYY????????

We've never met in person.

She lives in Chattanooga.

At first it was a business relationship but her self appointed "Assistant Operations Manager" brought us closer and a bond was formed.

Our working relationship grew stronger and a friendship developed.

We talked. We emailed. We IM'd. We joked. We laughed.

Meetings were never boring with her around and they won't be the same without her - who am I going to joke with during the meetings?? **sniff-sniff**

I loved her - in a non-lesliebean sort of way.

I was all excited because we were finally going to get to meet in person and within a matter of minutes my hopes were shattered.

My entire day was gloomy from that point forward.....I miss you already!!

I won't linger on the sadness of this day. Everything happens for a reason - of this I'm certain.

I have contacted her, via email, and she has assured me that she is fine. The reason for her sudden retirement is not because of poor health, nor is it the health of anyone in her family - This was my number one concern.

She has family in North Carolina and she is moving there to be closer to her children and her grandchildren - can't say I blame her for that, I don't know what I would do if I didn't live close to my mother; she's my best friend.

Hey! Maybe she can swing by and visit me on her way to NC...**wink-wink** (Sorry, inside joke)

I will definitely miss working with her, but I chose to look at the positive side of this situation.

Although I already feel like we have a friendship, it has always remained on a professional level. I look forward to our friendship developing further, as I get to know her on a more personal level.

And that "meeting in person" that I was so looking forward to???


Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Good Mail

Do you remember the "good ol' days", when you were a child and you would go to the mailbox to discover you had receive something fun, like a letter or a card? And sometimes, on those very special occasions, you would open your mail and it would have money in it....


As technology advanced, mail - specifically good mail - became less and less frequent, to the point where almost the only thing we ever get these days is either junk or bills. Nothing fun!


Well, that is no more....I recently signed up for a fun little group called "Good Mail", where a group of us ladies will, on occasion, send something fun in the mail to other members. Since joining, I have received several "Good Mails" and they are ALWAYS fun!!

Click on the links below to learn more:

My first Good Mail, from Sara

My second Good Mail, from Tina

Good Mail Numbers 3 AND 4, from Jody and Kelli

My fifth Good Mail, from Debbie

Good Mail Numbers 6, 7 and possibly 8, from Jen, Cindy and Tina

Birthday Good Mail and #9, from Dawn

Good/Birthday/Mail and Numbers 10 AND 11, from Jody and Tina

Now that you've read more about this wonderful group of women and you've seen how fun this can be, if you're interested in joining click here to sign up.


Friday, April 4, 2008

What is That?

I was sitting at my desk, working away and minding my own business, when it first got my attention.

At first it was just a mist.

Then it began to take form.

It was like a hook shaped finger.

It crept up behind me and tickled my nose hairs.

That's when I saw the color - GREEN!

It was a green cloud. And it wasn't even a pretty shade of green, it had a brownish tint to it.

Then it clutched onto my nostril and it YANKED!

It was awful! I thought I was going to fall out of my chair.

Everyone else seemed to be plugging away, blissfully unaware of the green cloud that had taken form and rounded the corner. It was nothing more than work, as usual.

Now, I know that I have the nose of a bloodhound but could no one smell that??


Since no one else seemed to notice the big green cloud in the room, I formed a theory.

Wanna hear it?? Good. Here it is:

My cube is in the path of the restroom.

I think that the culprit was trying to make it to the restroom, but they had a little slip on the way there.

In their effort to rush, it created an air flow that stirred up their slippage and whisked it into my cube where first it tickled, then it grabbed, and finally it punched me - right.in.the.nose!

I turned on my fan, in hopes of airing things out.

This must have sent the cloud to someone else's cube - maybe even the culprit himself - because the next smell that drifted along was that of a spray.

A spray that one uses when one accidentally loses their manners and wants to "cover it up" before anyone else comes along and says something about the green cloud hanging out in their cubical that would turn their face red and give them away.

Something like, "Pe-eww! What's that smell??"