Birthday Week

Posted by Shelley on Mar 29, 2010 in Real Life Stories, kids

I think most of us would agree that birthdays don’t just last a “day” anymore. Don’t we all celebrate at least 2 or 3 times, maybe more? Between friends, family, work, school, whatever the case may be… there are usual multiple celebrations. I wonder if it’s always been this way? All I know is around here there is generally a birthday week, where we eat, drink and be merry more than once. It’s Melodi’s week this week!

Wow, I’ve managed to keep this blog since 2006 when Melodi was in 1st grade. So, in keeping with the birthday week theme I am going to re-post my thoughts about my precious daughter from years past. No crying allowed, only extra helpings of ice cream :)

here is one from September 2, 2006 – never published to the official blog but I found the draft saved after all these years…


15 years ago

Posted by Shelley on Mar 28, 2010 in Real Life Stories

I was on my honeymoon!

We stayed on the “clothing optional” side of the beach. And… the hotel staff went on strike about 3 days into it. Management had to wait tables, etc. and they gave us 3 free nights which was supposed to make up for the rioting outside our door (we used those nights at another time, on another trip back to Grand Lido). And the travel wholesale agency went out of business that same week so our airline tix back home were no good. And an old man died naked on the beach. No, that was our second trip back there a few years later, when we booked the 3 nights for free. ya’ll, I can’t make this stuff up.

Honeymoon. March 1995. Grand Lido, Negril. Awesome.


A Bug’s Life (shelley style)

Posted by Shelley on Mar 24, 2010 in Mental Illness, Real Life Stories, Uncensored Shelley

One day a cricket was minding his own business. The life of a cricket is pretty routine…chirping, eating, chirping, trying not to get eaten, chirping…

But this day was different. Someone needed to feed some lizards back at the pet shop so this cricket had a date with destiny.

He watched as other crickets were picked up and carted away in plastic bags with egg crate looking things in them. He held his breath. “I am just an innocent bystander here, looking for something to eat and now THIS!” How did this happen he wondered? Most definitely the wrong bug time at the wrong bug place.

It was over in a matter of minutes. And there he stood – untouched. No worries. So he thought.

But everytime he went out he had visions of big sneakers and plastic bags and well, he just couldn’t shake it. All I want to do is live peacefully but what do I do with what I witnessed? Where do I put that in my little bug cricket brain, he asked himself?

Other crickets said to him “get over it!” or “it wasn’t you, it was THEM, you’re still here, it’s all good.” He wanted to believe them, really he did. But it was not sinking in. Just too much drama in that one tiny moment of his little cricket life. Now, it was chirp, eat, worry, think, lament, panic, eat, try to sleep, chirp, eat, worry, think, lament, panic…well, you get the picture.

Amazing how one moment in time changes the way you chirp.


What I’m Thinking Right Now

Posted by Shelley on Mar 13, 2010 in Uncensored Shelley

Well you didn’t ask for it, but here it is:

I am so grateful for spring break. My kids work harder than I ever did in 5k or 5th grade. And they need a break. Honestly, I didn’t know what I was signing them up for. But it’s spring break and they can be as lazy as they want to be and I won’t say a word about it. Promise.
I am loving all the old furniture in our house. I am sitting in a chair that is at least 50 years old. Old is good. It means it has what it takes to stick around for a while.
The Time Traveler’s Wife is a great movie. It would be great to have the future Shelley come visit with me right now. Although, sometimes I think she already has. Seriously.
The fact that I can have an incredible chat on Facebook with my husband is intriguing, especially when he is sitting less than 3 feet away from me. How is that? Wait. I won’t question it, I will just enjoy it. So there.
I’m very glad it is now and not then. Or even would have been. Right now is better than yesterday. Or tomorrow. It is crazy to think of where I’ve come from, where I’m going. And who might be sitting in these chairs 50 years from now.

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