<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544</id><updated>2011-08-16T23:05:36.215-04:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='dad'/><category term='challenge'/><category term='funny'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='workout'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='environment'/><category term='paid post'/><category term='grumbles'/><category term='magic bullet'/><category term='bike'/><category term='travel'/><category term='savings'/><category term='charity'/><category term='baking'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='mom'/><category term='age'/><category term='YMCA'/><category term='review'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='weigh-in'/><category term='work'/><category term='fat smash'/><category term='car'/><category term='friends'/><category term='weather'/><category term='meme'/><category term='walking'/><category term='TV'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='social work'/><category term='reality'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='observations'/><category term='stress'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='politics'/><category term='government'/><category term='music'/><category term='roomie'/><category term='school'/><category term='thursday thirteen'/><category term='book'/><category term='elliptical'/><category term='apartment'/><category term='computers'/><category term='scary'/><category term='huh?'/><category term='raw food'/><category term='running'/><category term='church'/><category term='free monday'/><category term='Power 90'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Red Sox'/><category term='house'/><category term='vegetarian'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='sick'/><category term='fun'/><category term='debt'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='snow'/><category term='health'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='$$$$'/><title type='text'>Shelley's incoherent ramblings....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1341</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-1139304409736211798</id><published>2010-05-03T13:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:23:18.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years...so long and yet it has gone by so fast.</title><content type='html'>I know.  It's been a while.  Not shockingly, my life has become a lot about baseball and not a lot about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...is a day that for the past few years, three to be exact...is one of my least favorite.  Tomorrow is the 3 year anniversary of my mom passing away.  It's hard to contemplate that it's been 3 years....and that I've somehow figured out how to function in a world without my mom.  I don't like it...but I'm a survivor, so I keep on, keeping on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you...having the anniversary of your mother's death the week before Mother's Day.  Well, let's just say it's kind of mean.  Seeing all the ads on tv, on the internet, in the stores, etc....just seems to be rubbing salt in the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't like to let myself be in pity party land...at least not for long.  I choose to remember my mom, his spirit and her amazing life...and not that she is no longer here.  Tomorrow will suck.  No doubt.  The good side...is that tomorrow is an incredibly busy day for me, so I can just put my head down...and get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still.  Miss her.  More than words can convey.  Will smile and think of her often tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-1139304409736211798?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/1139304409736211798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=1139304409736211798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1139304409736211798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1139304409736211798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-yearsso-long-and-yet-it-has-gone-by.html' title='3 years...so long and yet it has gone by so fast.'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-1812504091186629650</id><published>2010-04-08T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:27:46.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Report on Giving Up Everything for Lent</title><content type='html'>Easter was the previous Sunday and the 6 weeks prior to that...was Lent.  I always give up things for Lent and this year was no different.  Here is the lovely run down on the million and a half things that Shelley gave up for Lent.  Be warned...it's a long entry.  Of course...no one is requiring you to read it.  *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pizza:&lt;/span&gt; This is always the staple thing I give up for Lent.  Pizza is my nemesis...with it's warm, cheesy goodness.  I swear, I could eat pizza for breakfast, lunch and dinner every single day and never get sick of it.  I kid you not.  I used to always give up pizza for Lent as some kind of kick start to whatever diet I was working on at the time.  For decades, I don't think I ever went close to 40 days without eating a slice or many slices of pizzas.  Nowadays, it's less about that and more just about tradition.  Of course, all the pizza places are having these $10 pizza specials...just to taunt.  However, I am happy to report I was not even tempted to eat some pizza.  Lent came and went..and I am still quite pizza free.  I am sure I'll eat pizza again...but have no intense craving desire to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy: &lt;/span&gt;This one...let's be honest...is all about the Cadbury Mini Eggs. Lent is the 6 weeks prior to Easter.  This is also the same exact time that all the stores have their shelves stocked FULL of Easter candy. The day after Valentine's Day...the shelves are suddenly full of Peeps and jelly beans and yes..the Cadbury Mini Eggs.  I love those suckers. I have not found a candy to date that can challenge the mini eggs on their smooth, chocolately goodness.  They are THE AWESOME.  So, if I don't give up candy for Lent...I'll spend a lot of time and calories from Feb 15th until whenever Easter happens to fall eating those mini eggs.  I do buy a bag of them prior to Easter...hide them...and then proceed to enjoy them at my leisure sometime after Easter.  One bag...doesn't break the calorie bank....many many bags..yeah, when that happens I suddenly no longer can fit into my pants.  Just sayin... And I am happy to report that I didn't have a lick of candy this Lent.  I did buy a bunch of discounted Easter candy on the Monday afterwards...but, I haven't eaten it yet.  It's just sitting there...LOOKING AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is usually it for me and Lent.  However, this year I went a little Lent crazy.  So...as time went on, I kept adding to the list of things I was giving up for Lent. Here is the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soda:&lt;/span&gt; I only drink diet soda.  However, it's still not healthy.  I find that if I am drinking soda...I drink less water.  I used to drink one can a day...with dinner.  I noticed, I was drinking more than that.  I was having one with my lunch, one with dinner and often one after dinner.  Crisis?  No, but I didn't like it.  Plus, soda is flippin expensive...and water...is free.  So, for Lent...no soda...nada.  The only beverage I was drinking was water.  I had one day that was dragging tired and would have liked to have a soda, but all in all...very easy. I still think I am going to continue only having a soda on a rare occasion...like one a week, if that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fast Food:&lt;/span&gt; I rarely eat fast food anyways.  I think it's been years since I have been in a McDonald's or a Taco Bell.  I do though...eat at places like Subway.  It's healthy, but it's still expensive fast food.  I wanted the food I ate to be food I made at home.  So, no fast food for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bread and Bread-like Substances:&lt;/span&gt; This one was new for me.  This one stemmed off my kind of cheats off the pizza give up in previous years.  If I was giving up pizza...I would just replace it with something else.  I would have breadsticks.  Umm, that's just deconstructed pizza.  However, my mind could justify...it's not pizza.  I also...I was trying to kick a few pounds to the curb before Opening Day...so, I was going more low carb. Easy way to do that...no bread like things.  No cookies, no bread, no tortillas, no chips, etc.  You get the point.  When Girl Scout cookies showed up on the scene....yeah, I was cursing this one, but within a few days...I was thankful for it.  It's much easier to say no to the cookie pushers (at work mainly) when you can say you gave it up for Lent.  Pulling the God card gets their food pushing tendencies to back off pretty quickly.  The hardest was the night I went out to dinner at a Mexican food restaurant with two friends.  Try getting a meal at an authentic Mexican restaurant...being a vegetarian and not eat tortillas or corn chips, etc.  I did it though.  I had a nice salad with salsa on top.  So, go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resentments:&lt;/span&gt; This one.  My pastor has always said that Lent should not be about helping your diet...or getting you to lose some weight.  She has said that all these things people give up for Lent is really using God. Let's be real...she's right.  My example above just proves that. She has talked for the past few years about how Lent is about looking at yourself and your relationship with God.  I agree with her.  So, I do admit that I use God for dieting and health purposes...no doubt, but I also like to have something that fulfills the meaning of Lent.  So, I gave up holding resentments.  They aren't healthy and they aren't good for me.  If I feel hurt by someone or feel they wronged me...being resentful about it, just continues to hurt me.  If I can just let it go and move on, I am much more at peace a human being.  It doesn't mean that I can't have emotions about things...it just means I deal with them and let them go.  I can still choose to not have someone and their destructive behavior in my life, but if I hold onto resentments...then aren't I in essence keeping that person in my life?  This ne...has PAID dividends for me.  I'm a happier, more at peace person.  I am also better at seeing the good in people...not judging people...forgiving people...and being the best version of Shelley I can be.  If I hold onto resentments...no matter how big or small, I become a bitter, vengeful mean person.  That is not who I am.  I can remember years ago...having a falling out with a friend and I held anger and resentment for years.  Being able to let it go...was the healthiest thing I ever did.  I was able to grow and realize how beautiful that friendship was...even if it was strained at the time.  That...is who I want Shelley to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...there is my Lent report.  I am always grateful I participate in Lent.  I learn things about myself...and I also cement some really nice habits.  And, thanks to my pastor...it's not just about diet and health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-1812504091186629650?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/1812504091186629650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=1812504091186629650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1812504091186629650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1812504091186629650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-report-on-giving-up-everything-for.html' title='My Report on Giving Up Everything for Lent'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7338941657005385323</id><published>2010-04-04T12:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:41:15.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter and Happy Opening Day!!</title><content type='html'>Hello world...well, isn't there a lot to celebrate today.  It's Easter...and it's the first game of the 2010 Baseball Season...Red Sox...verses....Yankees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter, ahh...I hate to break it to you, but well...I am pretty sure I am more excited about Opening Day or rather Opening Night this year.  No offense Jesus, but well...there is Fenway Park, there is a mound, Joshie Beckett is on it.  I can't contain my excitement...as I sit here in my Beckett Sox t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All kidding aside...church was really cool this morning.  Of course, church on Easter always is full of tons of people that never come to church any other time.  They make their two visits a year...Easter and Christmas.  For years, I never went on Easter...I got all wrapped up in the hypocrisy of it all.  But, a couple of years ago...I went and realized I was missing out on a really beautiful service.  Plus, I adoringly LOVE my church community...so spending the morning with them was really nice.  It felt right and peaceful.  Our pastor did a great activity during her sermon.  In the community where my church is...there have been 4 deaths of teenagers in the past year.  It's just been heartbreaking and devastating.  So, she created an allegory that shared the sacrifice of Jesus, but instead putting it in a high school classroom.  She had the teacher hand out donuts to each student...but before they could have the donut, a designated "troubled" student had to do 10 pushups.  The student did the pushups whether or not the person accepted the donut....that gift was there for the taking at any time.  I thought it was such a beautiful image of the unconditional love of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my Easter Basket of candy...I probably will not eat.  And of course, it is slightly Sox related, as is most everything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh21/shelley1005/100_1022-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brings us to BASEBALL.  I cannot express how excited I am for Opening Day...and against the Yankees no less.  I wish I could be there in person, but watching it on TV will have to do.  Someday I'll make it to the park for Opening Day, but I can't really complain since I will at the park on Tuesday for Game 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPENING DAY.  Josh Beckett vs. CC Sabathia.  It's gonna be LEGEN....wait for it...DARY!  The game starts at 8:05pm...and the minutes are just inching along.  Me want baseball.  Me want it NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh21/shelley1005/opening_day2010.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God...I know I might have said I am prioritizing Josh Beckett over your one and only son...the Jesus, but umm...if you don't mind, I would greatly appreciate the weather report to continue to say NO RAIN in Boston on Tuesday.  Thanks in advance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7338941657005385323?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7338941657005385323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7338941657005385323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7338941657005385323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7338941657005385323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-and-happy-opening-day.html' title='Happy Easter and Happy Opening Day!!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-8919619571159354158</id><published>2010-04-02T17:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:00:08.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does everyone hate bra shopping as much as I do?</title><content type='html'>This week...I went shopping for new bras.  Anytime this gets mentioned around anyone who is male...they always ooh and ahh like it is the sexiest thing ever.  Let me tell you, it's not.  AT ALL.  It's one of my least favorite things to go.  I hate every single second of it.  Ugh.  If I could pay someone else to do it for me, I would...but myself and my breasts kind of have to be there in order to get it done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I don't like shopping in general.  I am a cheap cheap bastard and I don't like parting with my money.  Plus, the idea of looking through things and trying clothes on, etc...drive me batty.  When I do go shopping, it's such a chore.  I have a list...a plan...I go and GET IT DONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra shopping.  The worst.  But it had to be done.  My current bras were just not cutting it.  They were beat up and ragged.  So, I headed up to the local outlets...and gave it a shot.  I hoped they wouldn't be too badly priced and I could get a couple of new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky...and found one that fit perfectly...and that never happens for me.  So, instead of annoying myself trying on other bras, I was a smart cookie and just bought one in white, beige and black.  There.  Done.  Easy.  They weren't too badly priced...you know...for the over priced bras.  They were originally like $45 a piece (you flippin' kidding me?), but since it was an outlet...they were marked $22.  And..if you bought 3 of them...you got $15 off...so the bra was $17 a piece.  Not too shabby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the thing that happens every single time I buy bras.  I always wait to buy a new one until the old ones are in bad bad shape.  I try on the new ones...all set to go.  And then you have to put on your old bra to go home....and then it happens.  Wearing a new, nice, actually fits bra...and then putting on my old, ratty, beat up bra...just reminds me of how badly I have needed them.  The bra I was wearing seemed old, but perfectly fine earlier in the afternoon...and now that I've been in a new one that fits...my old bra is completely unacceptable.  I always chuckle about it...and then remember that this happens every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.  Hate bra shopping.  And trust me...it's SO NOT SEXY.  Glad I got it out of the way...and knowing me, I won't do it again until these bras are literally falling apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-8919619571159354158?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/8919619571159354158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=8919619571159354158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8919619571159354158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8919619571159354158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/04/does-everyone-hate-bra-shopping-as-much.html' title='Does everyone hate bra shopping as much as I do?'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-1415280017215228291</id><published>2010-03-26T18:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:16:01.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Sick or Not Be Sick, That Is The Question</title><content type='html'>Since about Tuesday, I've been trying to figure out if I am coming down with a cold or not.  I woke up on Wednesday at my usual 4:30am and decided not to go to my cardio class since I just felt exhausted.  I figured that maybe I am coming down with a cold...my throat hurt a tiny little bit.  I went back to bed, got up at 6am and then went to work.  On Thursday, I didn't feel any worse...I had the day off work and felt ok, but not fantastic or anything.  I went to the gym...worked out for an hour on the elliptical and I felt fine after the workout.  However, my throat still hurts a little bit...just feels like it takes more effort to swallow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning again at 4:30am...and felt exhausted...plus it was frick freaking cold outside, so I skipped cardio class again.  My throat still hurt and my nose was running a little bit, but not stuffy at all...and nothing severe.  I went to work...felt fine, except for the little sore throat.  After work, I went to the gym and worked out again for another hour on the elliptical.  I felt great when I was working out....I had tons of energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I just wish my body would decide if I am sick or not...and let me know.  Pfft!  And nope, I don't have allergies at all.  I think I'll just try and get some extra sleep tonight and hope that I wake up all bright eyes and bushy tailed when I get up tomorrow...with no sore throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid body.  Figure it out and then let me know, mkay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-1415280017215228291?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/1415280017215228291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=1415280017215228291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1415280017215228291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1415280017215228291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-be-sick-or-not-be-sick-that-is.html' title='To Be Sick or Not Be Sick, That Is The Question'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-5361698501124086093</id><published>2010-03-25T20:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:18:57.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid vampire movies...</title><content type='html'>I often visit some of my favorite blogs daily...swinging through and seeing what new nuggets of info they might have for me.  If they haven't updated in a few days...I get all annoyed and inpatient.  While at the same time...I can easily go a week, if not longer without updating my blog.  Ahh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the day off work today.  For not much of a reason at all.  At work, we don't get overtime if we work over our allotted hours, we get comp time...but we can't accrue too much of it.  Mine was getting up there...so I had to take some time.  Today seemed like a good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Productive things I did today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to the gym and rocked the elliptical for an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleaned the kitty litter box...and this time, I didn't smash my finger in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Organized some clothes in my closet...and found some clothes I forgot I had.  Probably haven't even looked at them in years. They fit, which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Bought some Red Sox tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Got paid and immediately paid my bills...and have no money left over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on to non-productive things...&lt;a href="http://www.blockbuster.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Blockbuster&lt;/a&gt; sent me the silly &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1259571/" target="_blank"&gt;Twilight New Moon&lt;/a&gt; movie.  Yes, they sent it to me because I placed it on my Queue.  I am not a fan of the first movie...and think they are dorky and way over-hyped, however...I still planned on watching it.  I figured that everyone would want it, so I probably wouldn't get the movie until a few months after it was released, but nope...Blockbuster sent it to me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since they sent it to me and all...and I can't get a new movie until I watch the movies they sent me, I sat down and watched it this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliff Notes.  The second movie is sillier than the first.  I kept thinking how juvenile some things were, but then I also kept reminding myself that they are made for teenagers.  And...the scene were Edward is breaking up with Bella and leaving her in the woods...that scene was totally stolen from Harry and the Hendersons.  Just sayin... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Jakob?  Team Edward?  How about Team Rent Lost Boys if You Wanna See a Kick Arse Vampire Movie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-5361698501124086093?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/5361698501124086093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=5361698501124086093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5361698501124086093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5361698501124086093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/03/stupid-vampire-movies.html' title='Stupid vampire movies...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7815868924447537297</id><published>2010-03-19T09:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:05:53.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart aka Devil-Mart almost got me back!</title><content type='html'>Happy Friday folks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my many &lt;a href="http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-2009-hello-2010.html" target="_blank"&gt;New Year's Commitments in 2010&lt;/a&gt; was that I was giving up going to the Wal-Mart.  It hasn't been easy...but I am happy to report that I have not purchased anything at the Wal-Mart since December of 2009.  I also haven't stepped foot inside the house of evil...even though I can go there, just not purchase any goods from them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all the hate for Wal-Mart???  Well..it's nothing new for me.  I've always felt their policies towards the community and their policies were well...piss poor.  I also think that having a Wal-Mart in the community hurts local, small businesses.  Now, I don't think Wal-Mart is suffering too much from my lost business, but it's a step.  I have spent a lot of hot air talking about what a horrible corporation they are...while at the same time going to the establishment on a weekly basis to get whatever I needed for the week.  So, really...my New Year's Commitment was more about me being less of a hypocrite than about being about Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...as my subject says...Wal-Mart almost wooed me back this week.  My car needed an oil change...and I had a headlight out.  My car can be a pain in the arse to change the headlights.  One, the panel you have to remove...is always more persnickety than it needs to be.  And two, the brackets that hold the lightbulbs in place are almost broken, so one false move and they will break completely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I had a headlight out, I bought them at the local auto parts store and the employee was able to put them in for me.  So, awesome...I went there and asked the price and if they could install them for me.  The woman working there...said, no...that is was their policy to not install them for people.  She seemed shocked that someone did it for me last time.  So, I didn't buy the bulbs there...I am still a diva and wanted to find some place where they would put them in for me.  Serve me dammit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the headlight was out on Monday....and I have plans to be out of town and on the road this weekend, so I didn't wanna wait on it.  Plus, Wednesday was St. Patrick's Day...so the idea of giving every cop in the tri-county area a reason to pull me over while they were looking for drunks...seemed like a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I needed an oil change anyways....and I knew that Wal-Mart would install the bulbs if I bought them from them.  I begrudgingly thought..."Oh well, I didn't shop at Wal-Mart for 3 months...but I guess I'll  go back there."  I had planned on going to Devil-Mart after work on Tuesday and getting both things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into work on Wednesday...and had a flash of genius.  I called around to the local all service shops...and low and behold, Wal-Mart isn't the only game in town.  I made an appt that afternoon to go to Meineke and get all my needs taken care of...oil change...headlights...installed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.  Wal-Mart...you big bad evil...you tried, but you did not beat my spirit into submission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7815868924447537297?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7815868924447537297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7815868924447537297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7815868924447537297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7815868924447537297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/03/wal-mart-aka-devil-mart-almost-got-me.html' title='Wal-Mart aka Devil-Mart almost got me back!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-49348073505052013</id><published>2010-03-18T12:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T13:10:41.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated St. Patty's Day!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know...yesterday was the Irish holiday and all...but a day late and a dollar short, Happy St. Patrick's Day anyways.  I always love this holiday...not because it is an excuse for drunken debauchery, but because I am a red headed, pale faced Irish kid, so it just feels like my holiday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do for St. Patty's Day??  Well...I wore a cute little shamrock shirt to work.  And...in a very non-Irish way went out to eat at a Mexican food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my friends had birthdays this week, so we went out for dinner to celebrate their being brought into the world.  The restaurant is a good one...it's a real, authentic Mexican restaurant...not one of those generic americanized mexican restaurants.  We've been there a few times...and always got a good meal and a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure what I was going to eat there.  I actually considered just not ordering anything and just hanging out with them.  I did check out a menu we had from the restaurant at work.  Being a vegetarian...who also gave up all bread like substances for Lent (I know...my list of things I am giving up for Lent grows every single day)...I didn't know if the mexican restaurant would be very diet friendly to Shelley.  I took a quick look.  At first, it didn't look good. But upon looking again, they had a nice, appetizer salad.  The salad was supposed to have chicken on it, but I could easily get it sans chicken.  So, I decided on that.  I ordered the salad...it came with lettuce, veggies and some avocado.  I also asked for no dressing...and just put some of the salsa on for dressing.  The salsa was hot hot hot...so you couldn't eat a lot of it even if you wanted to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice time at dinner.  My friends...well, they don't mind the big deal being made about their birthdays...you know...the singing, the dancing, the banging of pots, etc.  They eat that stuff up.  So, I let the manager know (who might be one of the nicest human beings on the planet) that it was their birthday.  They came out and sang happy birthday...AND...they also brought out huge sombreros for the ladies to wear.  Oh...and ice cream.  Sombreros.  You heard me.  My friend was disappointed they didn't sing Happy Birthday en espanol so I sang a verse of Feliz Cumpleanos to her...since it was for HER birthday and all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was adorable though...and we had a very nice time.  The manager also offered us a free shot of tequila before we left.  I said no...of course...but it was very nice of him.  I'll definitely eat there again and recommend it to anyone who wants a good, real Mexican meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-49348073505052013?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/49348073505052013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=49348073505052013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/49348073505052013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/49348073505052013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-belated-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy Belated St. Patty&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4891832398313691278</id><published>2010-03-13T20:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:06:15.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating on Lent in my Dreams</title><content type='html'>This year...like I've done many years in the past...at least the last 5 years, I've given up pizza and candy for Lent.  It initially started as a good additional to whatever weight loss strategy I had going on and now it is basically just for tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been interesting...is that not only once, but twice I've had dreams about the food I've given up for Lent.  Actually, they were both about candy.  First one, I ended up eating a mini candy bar...and didn't think twice about it.  Then, I realized it was candy and I was giving it up for Lent...and immediately felt so horrible and plagued with guilt.  I woke up with a phew feeling...knowing it was only a dream and I am not a big ol' Lent cheater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last week...I had the "I cheated on Lent" dream take two.  This time, I dreamt that I was hanging out in the living room...and suddenly candy was everywhere.  There was a weird Christmas tree like tree in the living room and it was almost toppled over...filled with so much candy.  I started eating the candy...piece after piece after piece.  I can remember being so full of candy, I thought I was gonna burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up...and just shook my head.  Another candy dream.  Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's a sign that it's a good thing that I gave up the candy for Lent.  If not, I might be a bit of trouble...and probably a little heavier.  Snickers. (pun intended)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4891832398313691278?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4891832398313691278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4891832398313691278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4891832398313691278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4891832398313691278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheating-on-lent-in-my-dreams.html' title='Cheating on Lent in my Dreams'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-8871887671511227697</id><published>2010-03-11T08:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:42:54.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#BoobieWed and a kick ass kid who says "I ♥ boobies"</title><content type='html'>Look at me...I might be actually writing in my blog again.  Who would have thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic...is some let's call it alternative or different ways of promoting Breast Cancer Awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one is something that is done on Twitter.  It's called &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/BoobieWed" target="_blank"&gt;Boobie Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;.  Many women...and even some men...on the twitter change their profile picture to a picture of breasts on Wednesday.  The point...is to bring up the issue of Breast Cancer Awareness and early detection.  It's been going on...actually, I don't know how long, but it's at least been a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, there got to be a little spat on my twitter feed of those who support and many participate in Boobie Wed and those who think it is inappropriate and that awareness about cancer should be done in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see many of their points of view....since not everyone wants to see pics of women in their bras on their twitter feed all day on Wednesday.   And almost everyone (except one person aka King of Obnoxious...with a dash of hypocrit)...expressed their opinion with intelligence and respect.   Some people expressed they thought it was less about the cause and more about attention seeking and self-expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is a &lt;a href="http://wnyt.com/article/stories/S1449470.shtml?cat=300" target="_blank"&gt;local story&lt;/a&gt; which has very similar tones.  There is a kid at a school not far from me...where a 15 year old freshman was wearing one of the black, "I heart boobies" bracelets to school.  The bracelets are sold by the organization, &lt;a href="http://www.keep-a-breast.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Keep-a-breast.org&lt;/a&gt; which is an anti-breast cancer group aimed at teenagers and young people.  It's goal is to raise awareness and money in order to combat the disease.  He has a great aunt who has breast cancer, so he bought the bracelet for her.  He wore it to Science class...the teacher saw it, took offense to it and said that he had to take it off.  He said he didn't want to take it off, but he would turn it inside out so that the saying was not visible to her.  Not good enough...so she sent him out of the classroom and gave him detention.   It made the local news...and since then, there has been a lot of discussion about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take on both of these situations.  I think anything that brings attention to the cause of Breast Cancer Awareness...or cancer of any kind, I support.  I have participated in Boobie Wednesday for the past few weeks and each and every Wednesday, I end up having a discussion with someone about breast cancer and prevention.  That's the point...in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week, I posted a pic of my breasts...with a bra on.  And yeah, I immediately felt uncomfortable.  It didn't stay up very long.  To me (and this is only my opinion), I felt like I wasn't sure if the pic was more about me or the cause.  Now, I know some people probably post the boobies pics to promote themselves and get attention, but that is a HUGE MINORITY...at least of the people on my twitter feed.  It's about the issue.  This week, I decided to still participate, but instead I posted a pic that I snagged from a Breast Cancer Awareness site.  It was a pic of someone else's breasts...and the pink ribbon in the middle.  That to me...felt much much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0eTyu_PobME/S5j8-cgxI3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sDeMVDYqoO8/s320/boobiewed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447381899040334706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the local kid.  Good for him.  How many 15 year olds do we know who not only support a cause, but are willing to stand up for themselves and the cause when they face some resistance???  Not all that many that I know of.  And...as a result in my community people are talking about breast cancer.  All because of this kid and his controversial boobie loving bracelet.  In my local newspaper there is an article about the event and in the online version there are 132 comments on the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't your cup of tea...well, the ignore button is real easy to use.  I know many people on twitter who turned off their yesterday because they didn't want to see pics of women in their bras.  However, they still heard the message.  That teacher...she could have been a grown up and accepted the student turning his bracelet inside out, so that it was no longer visible to her.  However, in both cases...the issue is out there.  Words sometime..they are cheap.  They are real easy to ignore or to completely miss.  However, campaigns like this...well...just the past two examples, they work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  For any women reading this...wait...men too...because men DO get breast cancer.  anyways...think back to the last time you did a breast self exam...if it was more than a month ago. You are overdue.  If you are unsure how to do an exam correctly, this &lt;a href="http://www.cancer.org/docroot/CRI/content/CRI_2_6x_How_to_perform_a_breast_self_exam_5.asp" target="_blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; should help you out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-8871887671511227697?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/8871887671511227697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=8871887671511227697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8871887671511227697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8871887671511227697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/03/boobiewed-and-kick-ass-kid-who-says-i.html' title='#BoobieWed and a kick ass kid who says &quot;I ♥ boobies&quot;'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0eTyu_PobME/S5j8-cgxI3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sDeMVDYqoO8/s72-c/boobiewed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-1651830562232669045</id><published>2010-03-09T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:24:18.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ate my ^&amp;%^&amp;%^ yogurt?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>I know...2 posts from me in one day.....I'm shocked too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday for lunch, I eat exactly the same thing...a small garden salad and a light yogurt.  Sometimes a little granola or maybe frozen fruit.  Every. Single. Day.  I never eat anything different....I never order out....I never grab fast food.  I do that two reasons.  One, it's healthier....I know what I am eating and it is just enough food to get me until about 3pm when I eat again.  Two, it's crazy cheap.  There are some people I work with who eat out for lunch almost everyday, if not every single day.  My lunch costs a little over a dollar a day...while they spend $20-30 on lunch each week, if not more.  I'm not only trying to be healthy....but I am also what you would call cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to my yogurt...I packed my lunch this morning and had everything in it.  I had my protein shakes, my salad, my yogurt and my bottle of water.  All set.  I get to work...and put my lunch in the fridge and get on with my work for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch time...I head to the fridge and go to get my salad and yogurt.  I grab my salad...and...ummm...there is no yogurt in the fridge.  What?  No yogurt??  Where is my yogurt?  I KNOW I packed it this morning and put it in my lunch bag.  I can see myself doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my first thought..."who eat my yogurt??"  Which was immediately replaced by "Who STOLE my yogurt?"  I thought of possible candidates...and tried to imagine that they ate my yogurt by MISTAKE...and not because they are thieving bastards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the possible candidates...and said the following statement, "Hey, did you happen to eat my apple yogurt by mistake?  It's not in the fridge."  Translation: "Did you STEAL my mother truckin' yogurt?"  They all said no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became obsessed with my yogurt.  I couldn't imagine where it could have gone.  I ate my salad...and yes, continued to think about my yogurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had a flash of brilliance....and grabbed my keys.  I headed out to my car...and low and behold, my yogurt is sitting on the passenger side seat in my car.  I went back into work...and laughed at how I had recovered my STOLEN yogurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes...Officially...no one stole my yogurt.  Case closed.  But...if you did steal my yogurt, no doubt...I would have interrogated you Jack Bauer style...until you cracked.  Just know this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-1651830562232669045?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/1651830562232669045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=1651830562232669045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1651830562232669045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1651830562232669045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-ate-my-yogurt.html' title='Who ate my ^&amp;%^&amp;%^ yogurt?!?!?!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-888921246674621032</id><published>2010-03-09T18:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:49:39.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could be any zoo animal???</title><content type='html'>So, in my last entry...I said if you had any question...I would answer it.  Steve is the only one who had a question...and his question was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="js-singleCommentText jsk-ItemBodyText"&gt;If you could be any type of zoo animal, what would you be, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.  That's actually a more difficult question to answer for me....since I am actually quite anti-zoos.  I don't like the way the treat the animals...and while I think it is important and valuable for people to see animals up close and personal, at what expense.  I could go all political...and talk about the Sea World whale, but well...that wasn't the question asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I wouldn't want to be one of the animals that has to do shows...  At first, I thought lion...since every time I've seen a lion, they look happy and content...walking around...yawning...eating and just being the king of their domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However....while being a lion might be fun, it's not the animal I am picking.  I pick penguin.  I think the last time I saw a penguin was at Sea World.  They had a whole world chuck full of penguins.  One, those penguins just look happy...swimming around in their little cold man made world.  Two, they don't have to interact with the humans...we just watch them behind the glass...and ooh and ahh at how cute they are.  And three...they mate for life, so I can spend my time finding another awesomesauce penguin and rocking it out in the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...there ya go.  I'd be a happy penguin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 320px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n18/jh_4985/Misc/scenery/sf%20zoo/penguin.jpg" alt="penguin Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other questions...don't hesitate to ask.  And this time, I'll answer before a couple weeks go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-888921246674621032?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/888921246674621032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=888921246674621032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/888921246674621032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/888921246674621032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-i-could-be-any-zoo-animal.html' title='If I could be any zoo animal???'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-5554557707430263988</id><published>2010-02-23T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:37:41.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You ask, I answer!</title><content type='html'>So, I was going to write a blog entry tonight...but didn't feel like I had anything of consequence to say.  I blame both Facebook and Twitter.  When I have little silly things to say...I post them there.  So, I feel like it has to be of more substance to post an actual blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I don't know who even reads this thing...but if you read.  Ask me any questions or topics and I will write about them.  you know you wanna.....ASK AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little things...well...one...IT'S SNOWING!  The weather man...person...no wait, he is actually male...the weatherman says that we could get up to a foot of snow.  If you know me...you know...I like snow...and we have barely gotten any this winter, so it's ABOUT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I also got my belated Christmas gift in the mail today.  It's a kick arse camera.  My old camera was a nice one...it was a Kodak...12X zoom and had some nice features, however it was getting a little old and every once in a while it would just shut off for no reason.  So, I decided to get a new one...and went out a researching.  I like Kodak cameras...and saw they had a new digital one out that had 24X Zoom.  (Just imagine how much more up close and personal I can get with my picture stalking of baseball players at Fenway this year...winks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;a href="http://store.kodak.com/store/ekconsus/en_US/pd/Z980_Digital_Camera/productID.145104000" target="_blank"&gt;Kodak EasyShare Z980&lt;/a&gt;.  It's got lots of bells and whistles...that I need to figure out.  It also came with an 8G memory card...so I can't wait to start filling it up.  I got it for a STEAL off ebay....and I am always looking for a cheap deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-5554557707430263988?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/5554557707430263988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=5554557707430263988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5554557707430263988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5554557707430263988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-ask-i-answer.html' title='You ask, I answer!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7618132725369806015</id><published>2010-02-17T19:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:11:06.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arguing...with myself on the way home form work.</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's right.  I was having an argument with myself...on the way home from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...let me back up and start with the beginning of my day.  I had my alarm set for 4:30am...so I could make it to my morning cardio step class.  The alarm went off...and I was tired.  I mean TIRED....EXHAUSTED.  it felt like I had only been asleep for a few minutes...literally.  I hit snooze...and it went off again.  I got up, started to get my workout clothes together...and get ready to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRED.  My body was just exhausted.  All my limbs felt heavy.  So, I decided to listen to said body...reset the alarm for 6am and went back to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to work...and had a hectic, busy day.  I got outta work...had my workout clothes in the car and headed on my way.  I had planned on going to the gym after work since I wanted to get my workout in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how the conversation went in my head as I was driving home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Shelley:  Got out of work a half hour late, but I still have time for a workout before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Shelley: I'm tired.  Today has been stressful.  I just wanna go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Shelley:  Working out will help.  I didn't go this morning.  I should go.  I'll feel better afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Shelley:  But I'm hungry...and missing a workout won't kill me.  WAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Shelley:  Just had a protein shake...suck it up.  I brought my workout clothes for a reason.  Go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(passed the first road that heads to the gym...did not turn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Shelley:  But I gave my hair tie to a client who needed it.  I won't be able to put my hair out of my face.  I'll go tomorrow.  I'll have more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Shelley:  You gave your hair tie away?  That is your excuse.  So what...your hair gets sweaty.  It's not a crime.  And you'll go tomorrow?  Liar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Shelley: Fine.  Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this time...took the turn and went to the gym...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rocked the elliptical...and yep, felt much better afterwards.  I came home and had a nice dinner...hunkering in and watching some Lost on the DVR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7618132725369806015?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7618132725369806015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7618132725369806015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7618132725369806015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7618132725369806015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/02/arguingwith-myself-on-way-home-form.html' title='Arguing...with myself on the way home form work.'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7618140667399285610</id><published>2010-02-16T11:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:08:04.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mardi Gras!!</title><content type='html'>Doesn't Happy Mardi Gras just seem so much nicer than Happy FAT Tuesday even though they both mean the same thing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that lovely last day before Lent.  That day...when people are supposed to eat everything in excess before heading into the self-sacrifice period of Lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always given up something for Lent...since I was a little kid.  It was something my mom would have us do.  I don't think I even related it to having anything to do with church or God, but it's always been a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are people giving up something for Lent this year??  And if so...what are you doing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is always a joker...who says they are giving up homework...or school...or brussel sprouts, etc.  (FYI...I LOVE brussel sprouts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always give up the same 2 things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w304/MeredithOliver/MiniCadburyEggs.jpg" alt="Mini Cadbury Eggs Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIZZA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 277px; height: 277px;" src="http://i601.photobucket.com/albums/tt92/rookery278/Pizza/CheesePizza.jpg" alt="Cheese Pizza Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza is my main vice.  I swear...pizza could be my undoing, no doubt.  So, having a 40 day period with guaranteed no pizza in my life is good for me.  All those pizza commercials will of course torture me, but alas...I'll resist like the good little girl I am.  Now, usually...I order a big ol' cheesy pizza on Fat Tuesday...but this year, I don't think so.  I haven't eaten pizza for about a month...so I am just going to continue that trend and head right into Lent, no looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for candy.  Candy doesn't gripe me like pizza does...however, those pesky Cadbury Mini Eggs do.  I love those suckers something fierce...and the fact that you can only get their yummy candy coated creamy chocolate goodness during Easter time...makes me want them even more.  So, giving up candy for Lent...keeps me away from eating my body weight a few times over in Cadbury Mini Eggs.  I usually buy ONE bag...hide it until after Easter and then eat it.  Then...I only have access to that one bag...I can get my fix of the best chocolate in the world and be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought of giving up weighing in on the scale...since I am one of the people who likes to weigh every single day (whether I am losing or gaining or staying the same).  But...in the end, it's not something that messes with my mind...and I like a daily check in of how my weight is doing...so, I figured...no real need to give that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are people giving up out there...and more importantly, why????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7618140667399285610?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7618140667399285610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7618140667399285610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7618140667399285610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7618140667399285610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-mardi-gras.html' title='Happy Mardi Gras!!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i601.photobucket.com/albums/tt92/rookery278/Pizza/th_CheesePizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-2616667539391003404</id><published>2010-02-14T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:29:38.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day and all that jazz!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day Folks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often had a conflicted relationship with Valentine's Day.  I wanna think it's a great wonderful holiday chuck full of love....and appreciate those in your life who you are lucky enough to love...however, on most years...I felt this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Seasonal/Valentines%20Day/happt.gif" border="0" alt="valentines day Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Christmas and Easter...and heck, most holidays around are so commercialized.  Valentine's Day seems to be all about buying the candy, the chocolates, the jewelry, the flowers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course...it is only that way if we let it.  It is just as easy to send someone a love filled email or make a hand made Valentine's Day card.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...for someone who is chronically single, sometimes I think Valentine's Day is just mean.  I know it is meant to be able celebrating love, but sometimes it also seems to point out those who aren't in relationships, etc.  Valentine's Day is fantastic...unless you happen to be without a Valentine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's only that way...if you let it be.  I know...that my single status, let's face it...is a conscience choice.  There were times in my life that I was single and really wanted to be in a relationship.  In those years, I think V Day stung a little bit more...it seemed like it was rubbing its nose in my lack of relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days...I am so cool with being single and on my own.  So...Valentine's Day really doesn't hold that same sting.  Instead, I see it as a day to truly cherish the love that is in your life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z316/bettyboop6896/Valentines%20Day/030.jpg" border="0" alt="Valentines Day Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My family.  I swear, I am so blessed.  I was raised by the best parents in the world.  They met when they were teenagers...and they were always each other's love.  That kind of example...I learned pretty early on, that most people don't get.  And my brother...is pretty kick arse too.  We used to fight like cats and dogs, but now I think he's one of the coolest people on the planet...and let's not forget that adorable nephew of mine.  I never get to see him as much as I want to...but when I do, I can never get enough of him and his adorableness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My friends.  That's huge.  I've been blessed with some great friends in my life.  It started from that first best friend in grade school...you know....when your best friend was the friend who lived closest to you.  And then in high school...find some awesome and like minded friends.  I had no idea who I was back then and still had a group of people who liked me anyways.  And those college friends...I thank god for those college friends.  I think I was able to find myself in college...and made some friends for life.  I haven't kept in touch with all of them as well as I would have liked... but I know they helped shape me as a person.  And let's not forget my grad school friends...and friends around here since I've come back home.  I've always had a small, but really fantastic group of friends.  I'm grateful for all the friends I've had in my life...friends in the past, friends in the present...and friends I have yet to meet in the future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Social work.  I truly love my career.  It gives me something so much more than a paycheck.  I know that if my job was just punching in and punching out...I'd be miserable.  Don't get me wrong...sometimes my job makes me wanna pull my hair out, but all in all...I find something in my day in and day out that energizes me and gets me ready to come back the next day.  I feel so blessed I found social work...or more likely, social work found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Movies &amp; Music.  I like creative things...always have.  I really enjoy someone taking a creative outlet and telling a great story.  I've always been a movie buff...love sitting down and getting lost in whatever story they are telling.  And, music too...love that music can get to the emotions of things in a way that nothing else can.  I have a desire...to actually get out the guitar I have and learn how to use it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Baseball &amp; The Red Sox.  Does this love shock anyone?  I adoringly love baseball.  I spend most of my spring and summer watching games...as many in person as possible.  I've also met and reconnected with a bunch of friend through my love of baseball.  I have no skills to actually play the game...and I might be afraid of the ball, but I love watching it being played.  As spring training is right around the corner...I'm about to get my love of baseball back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) My health and fitness.  For so many years, I had this as a desire...something I longed for, but not something I could ever obtain.  I feel so grateful that it finally clicked...and I finally figured it out...you know...kind of.  It's something that is crucial in my life now and not just something I hope for.  It is truly a love and something I am not willing to give up...ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) My church.  I adore my church and the people there.  I used to go to church with my mom because it was important to her and because the people were nice there, but in the last few years it really has become something that fulfills something in me.  I've become more connected and more involved...and it isn't just going for an obligation.  I feel encouraged and refreshed after going to the service every Sunday...and feel ready for the week to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough love for one day...especially on this Valentine's Day.  I hope that people appreciate the love that is in their lives this year...the big ones and the silly little ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-2616667539391003404?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2616667539391003404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=2616667539391003404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2616667539391003404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2616667539391003404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-and-all-that-jazz.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day and all that jazz!!!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z316/bettyboop6896/Valentines%20Day/th_030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4731631382877743269</id><published>2010-02-04T08:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:29:13.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Jeudi Gras!</title><content type='html'>I know.  You are thinking...huh?  What?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our county is having a fitness competition...stealing the popularity of Biggest Loser, we are having our own Biggest Loser competition.  (BTW...thought this last week's episode of Biggest Loser was beyond ridiculous and well...dangerous, but that's a story for another day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can make teams of up to 4 people...and they weigh-in weekly.  The team with the highest percentage body weight lost...they win...not sure what they win, but they win.  And, we are also competing with a neighboring county.  So, collectively...we want our county workers to be able to lose more weight than that county.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not on a team...in reality, I only have about 10-15 lbs I want to lose, so I wouldn't really much of a help to a team winning anything.  Plus, people have to weigh-in at work...and write it down.  I love my co-workers, but not enough for them to know what number comes up when Shelley steps on a scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our office does have a team though...3 of the men in our office have a team.  They were all talking about it yesterday.  I had a family conference and had doughnuts left over.  So, I put the doughnuts out for people to munch on.  All the members of our BL team...munched away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first weigh-in is on Friday.  So, we laughed and said that in the next couple days they need to fatten themselves up...you know...to help along the first weigh-in.  We were kidding...until we got serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is officially...Fat Thursday or as the french would say Jeudi Gras!  One of the women at work...made a yummy cake.  There will be lots and lots of goodies to eat before the boys embark on 2 months of losing weight...and trying to kill the competition with their killer numbers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if that's not hilarious....I don't know what is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  As a gender study...it's also hilarious to me watching the men all talk about how they are going to lose weight...and what their goals are.  I'm so used to women constantly talking about it.  I told one co-worker yesterday...that he's totally turning into a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4731631382877743269?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4731631382877743269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4731631382877743269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4731631382877743269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4731631382877743269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-jeudi-gras.html' title='Happy Jeudi Gras!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4379671042130488693</id><published>2010-01-29T13:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:38:10.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Calorie Foods that Trick Your Brain!</title><content type='html'>I've been doing my very best to live healthy...and for the most part, doing a pretty good job at it.  I've stopping grazing on whatever food is in the house at night and went back to eating food I like that is also good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going more often than not to my cardio classes in the morning.  I never thought I'd get used to working out at 5:15 in the morning, but it's amazing how your body adjusts.  (Of course I say this while I skipped class this morning...it was way too cold, so I convinced myself to workout when I get outta work this afternoon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My overall goal is to lose the 10-15 lbs I gained over the fall and winter...and am giving myself plenty of time to do it.  I'd like to lose that chunk of change by Opening Day (baseball of course)...which is April 4th.  Right now, it's January 29th...so, that means basically 9 weeks to lose 10-15 lbs.  Definitely realistic and doable.  And I'll be honest, if I never lose another pound again...I'd still be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading an article today during my lunch break and it talked about &lt;a href="http://www.livestrong.com/article/50610-low-calorie-satisfies-brain/" target="_blank"&gt;low calorie foods that satisfy your brain&lt;/a&gt;.  I was pretty happy with myself that I eat a lot of these foods on a regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Eggs.&lt;/span&gt;  I don't eat these often.  I've never been much of an egg person and if I do eat eggs, I buy cage free, free range eggs...which cost an actual arm and leg per egg.  I do eat the egg beaters from time to time...and they are pretty tasty.  I probably wouldn't hurt me to eat more eggs...as long as I can afford them in my budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Protein.&lt;/span&gt;  People always ask me if I eat enough protein since I am a vegetarian.  I eat enough protein and then some.  I drink a lot of whey protein shakes.  I also eat cottage cheese which has protein and eat lots of beans, which are rich in protein.  I figure...I am gonna make sure I don't make that mistake of eating only carbs just because I am a vegetarian and don't eat meat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Broth Based Soup.&lt;/span&gt; Yep. Only kind I eat.  I always have to check and check twice that the broth is veggie broth, not chicken or beef.  I love a good minestrone or spicy soup.  It's the great part of a dinner on a cold winter's night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Complex Carbs.  &lt;/span&gt;Fruits and veggies are my friends.  I would eat myself our of house and home of them if I could.  I always said if you offered me a bowl of chocolate or a bowl of fresh fruit...I'd take the fruit anydays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Popcorn.&lt;/span&gt; One of my favorite snacks.  At night, I often pop one of those mini bags of 94% fat free popcorn bags...and just munch away while I am watching tv or playing on the computer.  You can eat so much popcorn..and it's just 100 calories.  Me likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Beans.&lt;/span&gt;  I love beans...I am constantly cooking with beans.  I can make killer chilis and stews.  Complete staple of my diet.  If you told me I could never eat beans again...I might try to hurt you.  Black beans, kidney beans, garbanzo beans, red beans...I could go on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Salad. &lt;/span&gt;Me. Love.  I eat at least one big garden salad a day...if not two.  The crunchier and fresher, the better.  I usually just put a little low fat or fat free italian dressing on it and I am good to go.  It's my lunch every single day...ask any of my co-workers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now chocolate, ice cream and pizza did not make the list.  That is highly disappointing...if only...if only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4379671042130488693?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4379671042130488693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4379671042130488693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4379671042130488693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4379671042130488693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/01/low-calorie-foods-that-trick-your-brain.html' title='Low Calorie Foods that Trick Your Brain!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-2537851842134547300</id><published>2010-01-23T19:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:16:45.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yawns....</title><content type='html'>I actually slept in this morning.  I didn't set my alarm...and when I woke up, it was 9am.  Yep, I am that old that sleeping in...means 9am.  On most days...Monday through Friday, I am either up at 4:30am or 6am...Saturday...no definite time and Sundays I have to be up to be at church at 8:30am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...I might be a morning person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to this little Red Sox event.  It's called the &lt;a href="http://boston.redsox.mlb.com/bos/fan_forum/roadtrip.jsp" target="_blank"&gt;Red Sox Road Trip&lt;/a&gt;.  They basically go around and go to all different states in Red Sox Nation.  Of course, they don't come to New York...but they did go to Vermont.  They were at the mall in Rutland.  It was worth the hour drive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) This kid was walking around the mall and came upon the Red Sox event.  Kid was wearing a Yankees shirt.  As he turned the corner and saw hundreds of Red Sox fans, he nonchalantly zipped up his hoodie to cover his Yankee shirt.  I literally laughed out loud.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I got a coupon to buy two more Red Sox tickets...I know, I know...like I need more.  But of course, I always need more.  I can buy them before they officially go on sale.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Wally was there.  He's a mascot for the kids...but he's still all kinds of adorable.  Word on the street is that I fist bumped him when he walked by.  Cannot confirm or deny.  Wally then...walked into the Sprint store and looked at phones.  Hey...mascots need a cell phone plan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I got to hang out with the World Series trophies again.  I touched the 2004 one when no one was looking...and also got to oogle a guy's world series ring.  If I could have, I would have distracted him and totally stole it.  I want that bling!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) While in Vermont, I bought a couple of things.  Who can go to the mall and not buy things?  I bought a Paul Pierce Celtic t-shirt.  I figure...I don't have any Celtics shirts and my fav current basketball player is Pierce, so seemed like a good choice.  Also bought a pair of warm, comfy Red Sox pajama pants.  P.S.  Vermont does not have sales tax on their clothing...which is of course, awesomesauce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-2537851842134547300?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2537851842134547300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=2537851842134547300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2537851842134547300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2537851842134547300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/01/yawns.html' title='yawns....'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-8181413209253155779</id><published>2010-01-13T16:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:06:37.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Netflix Customer NO MORE...</title><content type='html'>Hey all...most people who know me...know that I am a big ol' movie fan.  I like watching them, talking about them.  I worked at a video store....not for the paycheck, but for the free movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I've been a Netflix customer since 2003.  Even when I worked at the video store and got free rentals...I still kept my Netflix account.  I like how their website works and the send movies really quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've been having problems with them lately.  I mainly just use Netflix for their new releases since I've seen almost every older movie at least once...if not numerous times over.  I make sure my movies are returned on the weekend, so that I can be waiting for those new movies to be sent to me that will be released on Tuesday.  Well...for almost a month, Netflix was not sending me all, if any, or the new releases in my Queue.  Movies would go from not released yet...to VERY LONG WAIT.  I still have &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1049413/" target="_blank"&gt;Up&lt;/a&gt; in my Queue and that movie was released on November 10th.  A movie is still unavailable 2 months later?  That seems like a system that is not working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got annoyed and called Netflix.  I explained why I was frustrated...and that I hadn't been getting new releases.  I explained that I only use the account for new releases, so it really is wasted money if I can't get the new movies more often than not, etc.  The woman tried to explain that new releases were in high demand so sometimes people can't get them.  She also explained that most people like old movies too...so I should add some of those.  Then...when I continued to say that I was disappointed it took so long for movies to become available when you don't get them right away.  She had no answer for that....other than new movies are popular.  She also said Netflix chooses to not order more copies of new releases because then they will be overloaded when they are no longer new.  While that might make sense for them as a company....it doesn't help their customers get the new releases they are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she said..."Well maybe Netflix isn't the right service for someone like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of laughed.  I said thank you, hung up and canceled my account at the end of the month period I had paid for.  I don't mind not getting movies sometimes...since well, we can't always get the movies we want.  I don't mind having to wait sometimes.  What I do mind...is not getting good customer service.  And...if you invite me to go somewhere else, that is exactly what I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am switching over to the &lt;a href="http://www.blockbuster.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Blockbuster Online&lt;/a&gt; plan.  I know Blockbuster has issues of its own.  I was with them for a short period of time when they first went with the online plan.  However, I am giving them a shot.  One, I can pay the same price as Netflix to get the same plan at Blockbuster, plus I can exchange 5 movies in at the store for another movie.  Therefore, if I know I am not getting a new release...I can go to the store on Tuesday and exchange it out.  Secondly, I have a store literally right around the corner...so, I can return the movies there and get the movies back just as quickly as I did with Netflix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...see yas Netflix...hello Blockbuster!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-8181413209253155779?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/8181413209253155779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=8181413209253155779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8181413209253155779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8181413209253155779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-netflix-customer-no-more.html' title='Long Time Netflix Customer NO MORE...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-2736162754125310943</id><published>2010-01-07T14:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:29:13.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And lookie me...writing more!</title><content type='html'>I said I would write more.  Here is me writing more.  Evidence.  Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only Thursday, that's not bad...eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I've been getting myself all caught up at work.  Going on vacation is nice and all....but in reality, it just means you work your arse off double time both before you left and when you get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...so far, I've held to my no Wal-Mart in 2010 goal.  I have noticed things that you can only get at Wal-Mart...including one of my favorite flavors of yogurt.  I am mourning the loss of them from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there in internet land a &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/celtics" target="_blank"&gt;Celtics&lt;/a&gt; fan???  If so, umm...that OT win last night was the awesomesauce.  I was watching and dead tired and thought I might head to bed.  I was sure glad I didn't since that game was well worth staying up for.  It was clearly the best game I've seen all season long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for working out, I am trucking along.  I'm taking a step class on Mondays and Wednesdays.  I have taken a step class since either 2004 or 2005.  On Monday, that class kicked my arse...no lie.  I was wondering if I was going to survive.  Shockingly, on Wednesday it was hard, but not nearly as hard.  So...I am looking forward to it again next Monday and the Wednesday after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow...I am taking a class called...are you ready....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARDIO EXPLOSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggles.  That name both entertains me and terrifies me.  I'll let you know exactly how much cardio explodes after class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARDIO EXPLOSION Y'ALL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-2736162754125310943?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2736162754125310943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=2736162754125310943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2736162754125310943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2736162754125310943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-lookie-mewriting-more.html' title='And lookie me...writing more!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-2603133352647524104</id><published>2010-01-01T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:06:09.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>In many ways, I can't believe it's 2010.  It seems kind of surreal, but it's here...2009 was kicked to the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I said the same thing I am about to say this year...that I don't make new year's resolutions, but that I am going to be committed to things in the next year.  (Yes, I realize they are the same thing...I am just calling it something different, but well...sometimes the words you use matter).  Last year I said I wanted to be more organized.  And yeah, my mass cleaning in the last few days...showed that I haven't been uber successful at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my commitments or goals for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I want to write in my blog more.  I went for months without writing last year.  I think I got busy and honestly, bored with it.  I spent more time on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/shelley1005" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/shelley1005" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;...and watching lots and lots of baseball.  I still plan on doing those things...but also planning on writing here more.  I figured I am either going to write or quit the blog...but I'm not ready to quit yet, so I had better get to writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am giving up Wal-Mart.  I've never been a fan of the company, what they do to the local community and small businesses...and in particular, how they treat their employees.  For years, I didn't go there or didn't go there often. However, I started going back for the nice, sweet deals...and have been going at least once weekly for the past few years.  At the same time, I've continued to really be anti Wal-Mart's policies....so, I am kicked Wal-Mart to the curb.  Sometimes, it'll be fine and sometimes...I know it's gonna be hard.  I'll know that I am paying more other places for something that I could get cheaper at Wal-Mart, but...I think it's worth.  So Wal-Mart....see ya...don't let the door hit you on the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Being organized and less messy.  Yeah, I've spent the last 2 days cleaning...getting part of the house in order.  There is still more to do.  I am just someone who seems to natural be messy and like to clutter.  But, I am going to commit to getting myself organized and neat.  I've already done a bit of it...and there is more cleaning ahead of me for the weekend...and then the hard part, keeping it that way.  I have a lot of stuff...and need to go through it and either keep it and have a place for it...or get rid of it.  Here is to a neater, more organized Shelley in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I always like to have a fitness related goal.  For the past few months, I've been hitting the gym at least 3-4 times per week.  I've been going in the mornings before work and even though there are days I really don't want to get out of bed, it really is working for me.  I want to continue doing that.  I've got a great workout buddy and that makes it so much easier.  Ideally, I'd like to bump it up to being at the gym 6 times per week...going some evenings after work to do the weight circuit system they have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'd like to cook more than I do.  I often come home...and either make a can of soup for dinner or throw a veggie burger in the oven...or make a frozen meal.  It's really just for convenience, but I'd like to spend more time making meals from scratch.  I am really quite a good cook, but I don't do it very often.  I'm gonna get out some of my vegetarian cookbooks and maybe purchase a few more...and just spend more time experimenting in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my commitments for 2010...how about you????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-2603133352647524104?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2603133352647524104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=2603133352647524104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2603133352647524104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2603133352647524104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-2009-hello-2010.html' title='Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010!!!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-6299555223066171076</id><published>2009-12-18T21:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:19:03.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An update and I AM ON VACATION!</title><content type='html'>That's right, I am officially on vacation.  Not for the next week, but the next TWO weeks.  And to make it even better...I am heading to sunny, warm Florida on Sunday.  We'll be spending the holiday with my brother and his family in FL..including my adorable little nephew which will be turning 5.  I cannot wait to get down there and play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are 5...err....7  interesting things about today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  It was negative 6 degrees when I woke up this morning.  Seriously.  I usually workout in the mornings on Friday, but I went back to sleep when for an hour...and figured I'd get my workout in later in the day (which I did btw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I got the H1N1 flu vaccine today.  They had a clinic at my work.  I wasn't sure if I was going to get it since it's so new and all.  But since I knew others who got it...and none of them grew a tail or anything, I decided to get it.  Some tidbits about getting the vaccine...one of the nurses was a major b-i-t-c-h.  She seemed to enjoy ruining people's day.  Two, the nicer, but pushy male nurse...he really tried to convince me to get the nasal spray instead of the shot.  I wanted the shot.  I don't like that the spray is a live virus.  So, I listened to his speech...and then demanded the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Today was our work Christmas Party.  It's always a good time.  We eat a LOT of food...and then play a great game of Yankee Swap or Chinese Auction.  I enjoy the stealing of other people's gifts.  I ended up with lotion from Bath &amp;amp; Body Works...which of course, we know I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I was actually prepared for vacation this time around.  Usually on my last day of work, I am running around like a chicken with my head cut off (nice phrase for the vegetarian to say, eh?).  This year, by the time Friday rolled around...I was basically ready for my vacation to start, which was a good thing since most of my day involved food, the flu shot and a holiday work party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I do go to the gym after work and rocked the elliptical...which is a good thing since I also rocked the buffet table at our party.  Interesting side story...while at the gym, I saw a guy who looked familiar, but wasn't sure WHO he was.  As I was walking around doing laps after working out...I saw him again, he said, "Hi, how are you?" I said "Good, and you?" etc.  He's about my dad's age...so I figured he probably worked with my dad or something.  About a minute later...I figured out who he was...he is our city's mayor.  Yep.  Good job on not recognizing your own mayor.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Did I mention I am heading to Florida...where it is sunny.  Of course, I hear we might be driving right during a snow storm.  I am hoping we leave early enough that we miss it.  *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  It's 9:30pm...on a Friday night...and I am exhausted.  Yep, I am THAT old.  Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a fantastic holiday....and I hope it doesn't snow TOO much in lovely Upstate NY/ New England while I am gone.  *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-6299555223066171076?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/6299555223066171076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=6299555223066171076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/6299555223066171076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/6299555223066171076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-and-i-am-on-vacation.html' title='An update and I AM ON VACATION!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-701261359191815886</id><published>2009-11-30T18:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:03:37.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Update: Family, Food and Fitness</title><content type='html'>So, this past week was Thanksgiving and all.  I had a nice holiday.  My dad, brother and I went to spend the holiday with my cousin, her family, my aunt and uncle in Massachusetts.  I hadn't seen that side of the family in a couple years, so it was nice to catch up...and just spend time chit chatting with them.  Plus, my cousin's husband is a tremendous cook...so, it was a great meal.  I could have eaten for days and still had yummy food to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a couscous dish to share.  I knew they had plenty of food and said we didn't need to bring anything, but I thought I should bring something.  Plus, being a vegetarian and all...I always feel somewhat like a pain in the arse when going to big meals, etc...so bringing a dish makes it seem less so.  The dish was couscous, sweet potato chunks, scallions, thyme and dried cranberries.  I thought it was a pretty good dish...and healthy too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't written or talked about fitness and health all that much on the blog lately.  I gained a smidge of weight during the end of the summer, so I knew it was time to take it off.  I was kind of stressed out and figured that chips and ice cream were a great solution.  My pants were getting a little tight and all.  10 lbs or so...needed to be removed from my arse.  I hadn't been good about going to the gym...and was just eating whatever I wanted to.  Not the best plan, eh?  So...for a few weeks...I've been watching what is going in my mouth and I have been going to the gym a few times per week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far...so good.  This week...where most people gorge themselves with Thanksgiving food and gain weight, I stepped on the scale this Monday morning...and I am happy to report, I lost 3 lbs.  I definitely kicked up the workouts...and enjoyed my Thanksgiving dinner, but didn't go overboard and didn't bring ANY leftovers home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOMESAUCE.  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-701261359191815886?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/701261359191815886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=701261359191815886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/701261359191815886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/701261359191815886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-update-family-food-and.html' title='Thanksgiving Update: Family, Food and Fitness'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-8131256784337356485</id><published>2009-11-21T10:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:21:46.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>Today is November 21st....it's would be my mom's 63rd birthday...truly the most amazing person who has ever touched my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh21/shelley1005/l_bacabf22a01fc309384f55b6df00d049.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-8131256784337356485?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/8131256784337356485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=8131256784337356485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8131256784337356485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8131256784337356485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-2002197912777545621</id><published>2009-11-09T10:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:39:48.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack of Dawn at the YMCA</title><content type='html'>Yeppers.  I actually did it.  I set my alarm this morning for 5 am...was up and at the gym by 5:30am-ish.  I worked out for about 45 minutes and then headed home for a quick shower, quick breakfast and on to work for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I set my alarm last night...as it was 11pm and the idea of getting up at 5am was not leaving me all warm and fuzzy inside.  I seriously thought I would change my mind, hit the snooze and get up at my usual time.  I considered it...oh, I seriously considered it, but in the end...I decided to follow through with my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really enjoy working out in the wee hours of the morning.  Not because it is hard to get out of bed (and there is that), but because I always feel like the workout is harder on my body in the morning.  It's like my body does not like to move with purpose before 9am...at the earliest.  When I am on the elliptical at 5:45am...every movement seems hard.  I notice every minute I am on that thing...and wonder when the time will be up.  When I workout in the later in the day....time often flies by without me knowing and suddenly...workout done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if working out at the crack of dawn is such a drain on poor lil' Shelley...why am I doing it?  Well...because lately, I have not been able to get myself to go to the gym after work.  Last year, I was a rock star at it...I would leave work, change into my workout clothes and head right over to the gym.  I'd rock the elliptical and then head home for a nice, healthy dinner.  It was easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately...not so much.  I've been getting my workout clothes together.  Putting them in my car.  Bringing them to work.  Working all day long.  Then, I leave work...and with one excuse of another, drive home.  Bring workout clothes back inside.  Don't workout.  Eat ice cream or something along those lines.  The excuses were either..."I'm exhausted" or "I'm starving" or "I got out of work late."  All complete malarkey.  I just didn't want to go...so, I didn't.  Instead, I hit Stewart's on the way home and bought some chips...you know, something I actually wanted to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is insanity for me...since I actually *really* like working out.  But alas...I haven't been able to convince my body of that lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...mornings it is.  I watch the early morning local news anyways.  I might as well watch it while running away on the elliptical...verses watching it while snuggled in my warm cozy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday...the YMCA and I meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-2002197912777545621?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2002197912777545621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=2002197912777545621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2002197912777545621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2002197912777545621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/11/crack-of-dawn-at-ymca.html' title='Crack of Dawn at the YMCA'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-3145674821970015774</id><published>2009-11-07T20:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:19:37.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Gym I Go!</title><content type='html'>So, I did what needed to be done.  I rejoined the gym today.  I was able to use my work's account for a few months...and that was enjoyable, but that account no longer exists.  I am not sure when it went away...since let's be honest, I haven't been to the gym in about a month.  I know.  Bad Shelley.  Bad Shelley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to the lovely YMCA and gave them a chunk load of my money.  Now...I have no excuse to not get my booty over to the gym, since I am in fact paying for it.  I used to workout in the evenings...on my way home from work.  I'd head there on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays after getting out of work...and then go on Saturday or Sunday...whenever it worked better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately though..I just haven't had the motivation to workout when getting out of work.  I leave work...am usually a hungry monster...it's already starting to get dark.  So, instead of going to the gym...I end up just driving home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am gonna try something for a week...and see if it works.  I am going to try to get up an hour earlier and go to the gym before work.  I am not sure my body is going to get out of bed an hour early and then be willing to run on an elliptical, but well....I am going to give it a shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a cardio class at the gym at 5:15am, but well....I'm not THAT crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.  I'm battling my growing ass...and I MUST WIN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-3145674821970015774?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/3145674821970015774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=3145674821970015774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3145674821970015774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3145674821970015774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-gym-i-go.html' title='Back to the Gym I Go!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-5659578113583700700</id><published>2009-10-07T15:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:20:27.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GPS is my new best friend...</title><content type='html'>Yep, I got a Garmin GPS system for my car for Christmas.  It sat at home in the box...FOREVER.  I wanted one, but didn't really get the chance to use it.  I wonderef if I had a $300 toy that I was never going to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I broke it out of the box.  I was going to Vermont for my college reunion weekend.  I had been to Vermont a million bajillion times before, so I didn't need it to get there.  However, I hadn't driven around the streets in good ol' Burlington in a long time...so I thought, "Hey, I might need it" and threw it in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad I did...it showed me a shortcut to get to the other side of time...gave me specific directions to the hotel we were all meeting at and then saved me almost an hour on my trip home by taking me a different way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.  I was sold.  I liked this GPS thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had a training event in Albany.  I had to be there at 9am on the nose.  I hate driving to Albany because one bad turn and you end up trapped in Albany with no way to get back to where you need to be.  So, I brought my rusty trusty GPS.  I did take a wrong turn...and before I could even start to panic, the nice british lady inside my GPS said "recalculating" and had me on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius.  Bloody genius.  Since then..I've taken it to NYC to go to ball games (and let me tell you when you get lost trying to get out of the Bronx...it's real nice to have to try to get someone's attention to give you directions)....I've taken it a bunch of times to Boston...taken it to more work trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been somewhat of a nervous driver when I am going some place and I don't know where it is.  I worry about taking a wrong turn and just getting all kinds of lost (Yep, I am kind of directionally challenged).  The invention of GPS has really made me no longer nervous about driving into some unknown place...because well...I have my rusty trusty friendly GPS lady with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else just in love with their GPS system as much as I am???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-5659578113583700700?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/5659578113583700700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=5659578113583700700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5659578113583700700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5659578113583700700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/10/gps-is-my-new-best-friend.html' title='GPS is my new best friend...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-5196161213134357837</id><published>2009-10-05T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:30:13.262-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Sox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME....</title><content type='html'>Hey all.  The last time I wrote...it was August.  Wow.  I knew it has been a while, but I didn't think it had been that long.  I considered just nixing the site and letting it go, but when I feel like it...I really like writing.  I've actually thought of blog entries to write...but then either lost interest or didn't have time.  So, I'll get to them...I swear.  It's baseball season, so basically my life is baseball...baseball...and then more baseball.  And we're heading into post season....so, that isn't going to go away any time soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided today....on my birthday...I'd write a post.  I am officially...gulp...a year older.  I'm not a huge fan of birthdays.  Well, to clarify...I'm not a huge fan of my own birthday.  I've been that way for a long time.  I try the best I can...to just treat it like any other day.  I know, it's silly.  Of course...adding in a "bad for me" dinner and probably top it off with some ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year...I gave myself an early birthday present of going to Fenway for the last game of the regular season.  I went with my dad.  It was his first trip to Fenway, so it was nice to see how excited and how much he enjoyed the game.  Watching on TV just isn't the same.  And...the Red Sox decided to honor my birthday by winning the game...so, that was nice of them.  My fav JD Drew must have also heard that I was there for my birthday...since he went out of his way to hit TWO homers for me.  Awesome!  Jed Lowrie caught wind as well...and hit a GRAND SLAM for me.  See, it was all about ME!  *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I am not doing too much.  Sadly...working...and then working out...and then a nice, quiet dinner at home.  Followed of course...by some cake...and maybe ice cream.  OK.  Of course ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday ALL!  Enjoy it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-5196161213134357837?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/5196161213134357837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=5196161213134357837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5196161213134357837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5196161213134357837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME....'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-8534908796340434766</id><published>2009-08-07T11:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:51:48.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC...here I come!</title><content type='html'>There is a rumor that I might be headed to NYC today.  There is also a rumor that it is to see the Red Sox/Yankees.  There is also a rumor that JOSHUA PATRICK BECKETT will be pitching on a mound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about these rumors.  That is all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  One more thing.  GO RED SOX!  And win...that is all I ask, WIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-8534908796340434766?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/8534908796340434766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=8534908796340434766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8534908796340434766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8534908796340434766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/08/nychere-i-come.html' title='NYC...here I come!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-6322836888774745423</id><published>2009-08-03T18:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:28:31.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday is Sucktastic!</title><content type='html'>Today is not my best day.  A true case of the Mondays, I tell you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off.  On Sunday, I went to go run and errand.....mainly to pick up some yummy snacks before hunkering down to watch the baseball game.  I got in my car and took off down the street...only to hear "thud thud thud thud."  I thought...oh no....my front right tire is low again and it sounds flat this time.  I pulled over...looked at the front left tire...not flat at all.  Hmm.  I look at the back left tire....flat as a freakin' pancake.  Fan Freakin' Tastic.  I turned the car around as carefully as I could and drove it back down to my house.  I crossed my fingers that I didn't damage the rim.  Yes, I should have left it where it was...but well, sometimes...I'm not so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get back to the house...and instead of getting yummy snacks, my dad and I went out and got air to put in the tire so we could get it back in the driveway.  We filled the tire and got it parked for the day.  As soon as the air went in, I could hear it coming back out.  Sighs.  Evil.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...back to Monday and it's suck.  So, I wake up this morning and my throat hurts.  I mean...hurts.  I have been nursing a mild sore throat for a few days.  I took Zicam and thought it might be working.  Well, Monday...the sore throat was telling me that it was in fact, not working.  So, I went to work...since I have a bunch of stuff to do before the end of the week.  And...I was in denial about that my sore throat might just not be the common cold variety.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at work....and as the hours go by and my throat continues to kick me in the booty, I realize that maybe I might have the strep and should be seen by those doctor type people.  So, I tell my boss...and leave to go to the walk-in clinic.  An hour later...I leave the clinic with a prescription for antibiotics and a diagnosis of the strep throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strep throat.  Seriously?  Am I 13?  It is August right?  Ridiculous.  So, now...I am chuck full of antibiotics and reminding my throat why I hate it.  I am also eating my body weight in cold ice cream.  I am pretending my doctor gave me a prescription for that as well.  Please pretend with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the tire situation.  So, my rusty trusty dad took my car to get the tires looked at.  I needed all 4 replaced since the one in the back was obviously umm...dead and the one in the front had a slow leak from a nail being in it.  And...because I was a genius and didn't leave my car alone when I realized I had a flat, I also slightly bent my rim...and need to replace that as well.  So, $300 later...I have a car back with working tires.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my Monday....and I am going to take it up a notch by watching the crap TV known as "Megan Wants A Millionaire" on VH1.  I figure watching that trainwreck will scare the strep out of my body.  At least that is my theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope other people are enjoying their Monday more than I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-6322836888774745423?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/6322836888774745423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=6322836888774745423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/6322836888774745423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/6322836888774745423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-is-sucktastic.html' title='Monday is Sucktastic!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-2175352646507395543</id><published>2009-07-23T21:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:21:18.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations on the drive home.</title><content type='html'>Hey all y'all on the internets.  This week has been carzy crazy this week.  The last 2 days....work has been all kinds of hectic, but tomorrow is Friday, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta share this though because it just makes me chuckle.  Two things actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at work late last night...driving home a little before 7pm.  As I come up to the stop light outside my work building...I see one of those big motorized golf carts coming down the sidewalk.  And...in the front seat...and old guy and his bulldog sitting right next to him in the passenger seat.  Oh my lord..it was adorable.  If I could have gotten my cell phone out in time, I would have taken a pic of the two.  As he carted by me...he smiled and waved as it was obvious I was amused by him and his adorable dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.  As I am driving home, I see a guy riding his bike on the side of the road.  On the handlebars....he is holding onto a big clunkin' old tv.  And then he had a bag hanging over the handlebars.  What was in there you ask?  A Ouija board.  Yes, a OUIJA board.  Everything in me wanted to pull over...and just ask the guy on the bike what the story is behind transporting a clunky tv and a ouija board on his bike.  Curious minds want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only here.  Only here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-2175352646507395543?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2175352646507395543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=2175352646507395543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2175352646507395543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2175352646507395543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/07/observations-on-drive-home.html' title='Observations on the drive home.'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-929690277870164020</id><published>2009-07-13T20:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:47:29.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Schmitness</title><content type='html'>It's well known around these parts that my "official" weigh in day for years has been Mondays.  Well today I officially reached my goal weight...actually, I am two pounds under it.  For the past couple of weeks I have been hovering at 1/2 lb or a lb over it, but I just kept trucking along and got the happy happy joy joy news this morning when I stepped on that itty bitty scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the scale said, I was planning on moving into the transition and weight management phase.  I fit into all my clothes again...and some of my pants are getting kind of loose.  I am not going to go down a size since I am not buying more clothes....being the cheapskate that I am.  I fit comfortable into all my shirts and in all my size 6 pants.  So...my body is where I want it to be.  I just hoped the scale would play along...and luckily this morning it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in a post a while ago, now I am at the stage that terrifies me just a smidge mainly just because I haven't been all that successful doing it before.  I've been successful at losing weight....and sadly, I am also pretty successful at gaining weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my plan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Keep weighing in at least once a week.  When I was gaining weight...shockingly I wasn't stepping on the scale at all.  Big mistake...huge.  It's much easier to live in denial land when you are helping denial out.  I'm not going to freak out if a gain a pound or two...because people's weight naturally fluctuate.  But I am going to have a range and if I go above or below that range...time to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Keep recording every little bite I put in my mouth.  When I was gaining weight last year, I also wasn't journaling it.  It's a lot easier to make bad food and exercise choices when I don't have to write it down and look at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Keep up the cardio, but add in a some more strength training.  I've been a little bit of a cardio junkie lately....and want to work on adding a little bit of muscle and definition.  I did the Body for Life program last year, but never finished it..so I am thinking I am going to start it again next Monday.  It's 3 days of cardio and 3 days of weight lifting/strength training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have just accepting that food and stuff will always be hard for me.  It's always going to take effort and planning.  I used to always think that it should come naturally...and maybe for some people it does, but it just does not for me.  If I am not paying attention, I know that I am leading into trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hell bent to not continue to lose and gain the same weight over and over again.  Luckily this last time, I didn't gain all the weight back...and put the brakes on before too much damage was done.  I tried to figure out how much total weight I have lost over my life....and it is a little over 250 lbs.  Sheesh.  Not doing this back and forth thing anywhere.  Before, I never knew what my goal weight or what I like to call my "happy weight" was.  I know what is is now...I'm at it right now.  I just need to do the work to keep it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my story...I'm sticking to it...as I am eating my yogurt as my night time snack.  And YES...I am writing it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-929690277870164020?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/929690277870164020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=929690277870164020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/929690277870164020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/929690277870164020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/07/fitness-schmitness.html' title='Fitness Schmitness'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-1788245849150878935</id><published>2009-07-13T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:51:27.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wrap Up: Fenway Edition</title><content type='html'>Hey all out there in the internets....I'm a lucky duck and off work today.  I was smart enough to request a day off to recover from my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work until noon on Saturday because I am an idiot and scheduled to teach a class on the same day I was heading to Fenway Park.  Brilliant planning on my part there.  Luckily, it worked out.  I worked from 8am-12pm...changed into my Red Sox attire and jetted down the Northway to get on the bus and go to Fenway Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh21/shelley1005/100_0287-1.jpg" alt="Fenway Park" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the pic I took walking up to Fenway for the first time.  I've been a Red Sox fan for a long time now...but never been to a game at Fenway.  Now that I've been, I can't believe I waited that long.  I went with a dear friend of mine.  She's a fan as well....you know, not crazy obsessed like me, but a fan none the less.  She got to witness my crazy obsession first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my top 5 list of my first trip to Fenway Park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Great game.  The Sox went out to a 9-0 lead and it looked like the game was well in hand.  Then almost the whole bullpen drank a case of the suck and before we knew it the Sox were clinging to a 9-7 lead.  Luckily the Sox offense was still on a tear and the Royals didn't believe in something called defense...and the boys won the game 15-9.  John Smoltz got his first win in a Boston uni....and I believe I brought him luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Kansas City fan on our bus.  Almost everyone on the bus was a Sox fan...everyone but one guy.  He and his lonely self boarded the bus wearing a Royals jersey.  He had the most angry body language while he was watching the game.  He was in the last row in the bleachers and stood the whole time, arms crossed with a huge scowl on his face.  I kept looking back and checking on him because he amused me.  My friend and I...and the couple sitting next to us joked that KC guy looked so pissed that he planned on killing us all on the way home as we fell asleep.  And umm...I was only half kidding.  The guy not only rode a bus for 3 hours to watch his team lose...but he also had a major creeper vibe to him.  I almost took a pic of him while he was stewing during the game, but that just seemed mean.  Still funny though...and on Monday morning, I wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jason Varitek looked at me.  I feel like such a dork that this brings me such happiness.  I walked around with my friend for a good while and then walked around a little by myself to take some pictures and what not.  I went down to the bullpen since Smoltzie was warming up with Tek.  This nice couple...well, I don't think they were technically a couple since the woman was a nun and all...but they let me stand in front of them to take pictures.  They were darling sweet.  Anyways...back to Tek.  So, I was taking pics of Smoltz and Tek...and Tek was actually really close to me.  He was turned away, so I wanted to get a pic of him and his adorable face, so I yelled his name...and he turned and looked at me.  I know...hand me my dork card.  I almost forgot to take the pic since I was startled, but I would not be denied.  Here is my close up Tek pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh21/shelley1005/100_0313-1.jpg" alt="Jason Varitek" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Yelling at JD Drew haters.  I know he's not the most popular Red Sox player, but he's on the top of my list.  Some of the crowd around me was heckling or booing JD as he came up to bat.  Ugh.  Expected, but still annoyed me none the less.  Later in the game, JD made a spectacular throw to home that stopped the Royals from scoring another run.  It was a genius play and I didn't think anyone could make that throw...but JD did.  After the play...the crowd cheered and I yelled..."Yeah, who hates JD Drew NOW?"  No one really responded to my yelling...which is probably better, but still happy I let people know about JD, his awesomeness and how wrong they all were.  Just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The rain.  The words Boston and rain have been permanently linked this summer.  The weather report indicated no rain for the day.  They were almost right.  The skies stayed clear...until the top of the 9th inning.  It started with a few drops here or there.  By the time Saito took the mound, the rain turned from a few drops to a pretty steady rain.  Saito had a 1-2-3 inning and as we were leaving the park the skies opened up and it started pouring.  By the time my friend and I made it to the bus.....we were soaked from head to toe.  There was not a dry spot on my body.  And...I had light khaki pants on, so let's just say the world or at least my bus was aware of what color undies I was wearing.  Good times, good times....really, it was.  At least the rain gods waited until the game was almost over.  I didn't get home until 4am as it was so a rain delay would have made me super cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more for good measure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl knows something something about baseball.  I am used to most people thinking women who like baseball are there to watch cute boys and don't really know much about the actual game.  I spent a good deal of time during the game explaining some things to my friend and just talking about the game and the players.  Yes, I mentioned some of the players hotness....but more time was spent watching the game and commenting on said game.  At one point during the game...while my friend was gone getting a drink and a hotdog...the guy sitting next to us had a question about Justin Masterson.  So, he immediately turned and asked me.  Of course I knew the answer.  Later he wanted to know about Bates...what his story was, etc.  So, we chatted about Bates and then both CHEERED when Bates got his first major league hit.  It was just nice to see someone actually seeing a female is a fan...not just there to watch pretty boys run around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pics up over at the &lt;a href="htttp://www.facebook.com" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.  If you and I are friends at the Facebook...feel free to check them out.  There is no one on facebook who is not completely aware of my trip to Fenway, how excited I was about it....and what a great time I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta figure out how to get back to Fenway and SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-1788245849150878935?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/1788245849150878935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=1788245849150878935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1788245849150878935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1788245849150878935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-wrap-up-fenway-edition.html' title='Weekend Wrap Up: Fenway Edition'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-6284911147227496056</id><published>2009-07-05T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:26:03.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't every weekend be a LONG one?</title><content type='html'>Hey all out there on the interwebs.  I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday weekend.  I was lucky enough to get Friday off work...so, it has been a really nice 3 day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did all y'all do for the 4th?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I see fireworks?  Nope.  Didn't.  I like fireworks, I do....but I kind of don't like the whole process of fireworks.  Huh?  Wha?  Fireworks are pretty and all that...but having to get there a couple of hours early so you can get a good parking spot and then a good seat.  And then sitting there and killing time for a LONG time to see fireworks that last for 15-20 if that...and then getting back to your car and being in gridlock traffic FOREVER.  So..sometimes I go and more often I skip it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice weekend though.  I am kind of a home body....not on purpose.  I love spending time with people and hanging out, but I am often not all that good at it.  I just suck at making plans and what not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I went shopping for most of the morning and afternoon.  I went to Target and Payless and Wal-Mart and then went to one of the local shops downtown.  As we all know, I am cheapest woman alive...but I was in desperate need of some shopping.  I got a couple shirts, a bathing suit (luckily it was a "thin" day, so I didn't wanna kill myself when trying it on)...and a pair of comfy, but can be work appropriate shoes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to the movies with my former roomie.  She's a doll...and sadly, we don't get to hang out as much as I would like.  We have different shifts...and life just sometimes gets in the way.  It was really nice hanging out with her...even if most of it was just spent sitting next to one another looking at a screen.  We went to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1041829/" target="_blank"&gt;The Proposal&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a cute, predictable romantic comedy...and of course, I enjoyed it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...I got up early...went to the Farmer's Market.  And then I went to our local amusement park with my friend and her boyfriend.  The best thing about having a rinky dinky amusement park in my hometown is that you can just go for a few hours and be done with it.  We didn't feel the need to spend the WHOLE day there and just leave exhausted.  It was a really good time.  They have a new ride...that is one of those drop rides.  One side lifts you up...and the other side of the ride drops you from the top.  It's awesome.  I could ride that one all day long.  It was a little too cold to spend any time in the water park, but I'm not complaining.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1119646/" target="_blank"&gt;The Hangover&lt;/a&gt;. Umm...BEST. MOVIE. EVER.  Seriously.  Never laughed so hard in my life.  I had heard it was funny.  And it was and then some.  I highly...HIGHLY...recommend it.   If you don't like this movie...then I think it is official, we can no longer be friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday....got up early...went to church.  I signed up for a early morning Bible study before church.  It's based on the book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Really-Bad-Girls-Bible-Less-Than-Perfect/dp/1578561264/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1246843350&amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"&gt;"Really Bad Girls of The Bible."&lt;/a&gt;  I did a similar bible study last summer and really enjoyed it.  We read a new story each week...and have a discussion on it.  We got into a really interesting discussion this morning about mediums and psychics and if they were doing God's work or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then church...and went to visit my mom's grave marker for a little bit.  I don't go as often as I should...and it's always a nice, peaceful visit when I do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my Sunday....calm...and restful.  I did some laundry, watched the Red Sox game and now I am watching Bridezilla and enjoying all of it's ridiculousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow Monday already???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-6284911147227496056?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/6284911147227496056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=6284911147227496056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/6284911147227496056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/6284911147227496056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-cant-every-weekend-be-long-one.html' title='Why can&apos;t every weekend be a LONG one?'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7089622920477791119</id><published>2009-07-02T09:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:49:49.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Rain!  How about you move along, mkay?</title><content type='html'>Seriously.  I know people say...oh, rain is good for us.  We need it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.  No.  Here is the weather report courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com" target="_blank"&gt;weather.com&lt;/a&gt; for the next 10 days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Rain/Thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Scattered Thunderstorms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Partly Cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Partly Cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Scattered Thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took until next Friday, July 10th to get a weather report that included the word SUNNY.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain.  You can bite me.  Why don't you head on off and visit someone else.  I am sure there is some area of the country which is in a dangerous drought like situation.  I am sure they are praying for you to come and visit.  Head on over.  We won't mind one bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, rain...go away.  No need to come back another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7089622920477791119?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7089622920477791119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7089622920477791119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7089622920477791119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7089622920477791119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-rain-how-about-you-move-along-mkay.html' title='Hey Rain!  How about you move along, mkay?'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4188482457765474423</id><published>2009-06-29T11:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:27:51.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have a case of the Mondays...</title><content type='html'>I seriously do think I have a case of the Mondays.  I just feel blah today.  In reality, I shouldn't.  I should feel a case of the non-Mondays.  I have tomorrow off work...and Friday off work for the holiday...so, I should have more perk in my step for a 3 day work week.  But alas, I don't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling EXTRA tired this morning.   I snoozed my alarm a good 20 minutes later than I usually do...and then ran around like a mad woman getting myself ready for work...because no matter how early or late I sleep in, I will be at work on time.  I just didn't wanna get outta bed.  It felt like one of those days where you just wanna spend the whole day under the covers watching good, but cheesy 80s movies.  You know what I am talking about.  I know you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My energy level and mood probably isn't helped by the fact that this weekend I ate a bunch of sugar filled, salt filled crappy food...and didn't workout like I usually do.  So, I kind of have a "crap food" lazy hangover.  My tummy hurts today...not used to said crap food...and I also didn't drink as much water as I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track I am.  Eating healthy, good for me food.  Drinking lots of water.  No soda touching said lips.  No matter how tired or cranky I am...I will go to the gym today after work...and will go again tomorrow....and again on Wednesday...and Thursday.  You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns.  But still...total case of the Mondays.  Monday, you can officially suck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4188482457765474423?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4188482457765474423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4188482457765474423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4188482457765474423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4188482457765474423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-i-have-case-of-mondays.html' title='I think I have a case of the Mondays...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-933345810325501849</id><published>2009-06-22T09:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:35:07.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Belated "I Love My Daddy" Post</title><content type='html'>Ah, a week where I get to sit at my desk....and not on the go in training.  Let me tell you, if nothing else...it makes me appreciate my usual work responsibilities and schedule.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged yesterday with an update on the time in Vermont, but what I didn't do is say anything about Father's Day, which is unfortunate.  So, I am going to take the opportunity to do that now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is seriously one of the most amazing human beings on the planet.  He's been one of the most supportive people in my life.  He has always assumed the best of me...and helped and encouraged me on any goal I have wanted in life.  He would do anything for me...and I mean anything.  I could call him from halfway around the world and if I needed it, he would drop everything he was doing and come and help me out.  He's one of the most dependable and solid people out there...and one of the most caring and supportive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up.  I thought that was normal.  I thought everybody had that...ok, not everybody, but I thought it was more normal than not.  I can remember vivid as anything...something in college that made me realize that maybe my dad was much more special and rare than I thought.  My friends and I would do something with our full length mirror....to share who we loved and people we were frustrated at.  It was basically a love/hate board.  We'd right the people we loved up on top...in red...and write the people we loved or were frustrated with on the bottom in black.  It was kind of our way of venting.  If a professor was being a royal prat...on the black list.  If a friend went out of their way for us...on the red list.  One day, I realized that my dad was on the red list...and throughout the year, I think everyone we lived with had their dad on the black list at one time or another.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is still and will always be on the red list....very much loved and appreciated.  A belated, but heartfelt Happy Father's Day to him (it wasn't belated in person...just on the interwebs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-933345810325501849?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/933345810325501849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=933345810325501849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/933345810325501849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/933345810325501849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/belated-i-love-my-daddy-post.html' title='A Belated &quot;I Love My Daddy&quot; Post'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7071188835273337838</id><published>2009-06-21T11:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:00:53.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...let's catch up!</title><content type='html'>Hey all there out on the interwebs....I'd been forever and a day since I updated.  OK, it's been a little over a week.  This last week was brutal at work...but in a good way.  I was going to a week long training and the time suck was out of control.  My alarm was going off at 4:30am... was at work by 6am...driving to the training...training all day long...driving back to the office and not home until about 7pm.  I was glad I went to the training, but good lord...I was SO exhausted by Friday afternoon (Ok maybe by some time on Thursday...I was just faking perkiness and being awake on Friday). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to not update about my trip to Vermont though.  It was horrible.  Just dreadful.  Completely kidding.  It was amazing.  Complete awesomesauce.  I was SO glad I went.  I wasn't sure I was going to go...and a great friend convinced me to go and let me stay at her place for the evening on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed up to Vermont on Saturday...early afternoon...11am or so.  I got into Burlington at about 1pm.  I made pretty good time...and yes, I am still a speedy devil from time to time.  I went to visit a friend (the one who was letting me stay with her).  She was bummed because she had to work and couldn't hang out with everyone all day long.  It was so great to see her...and made me feel silly and stupid for letting so much time go by between when I've seen her last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events for the day....was going wine tasting and chit chatting...going to a local bowling alley/sports bar just to kill time and more talking....and then on to dinner for shocking...more chit chatting and catching up.  After that, we went downtown to the bars and met up with people...and just hung out until the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so wonderful to see people again.  Some people I haven't seen since the 10 years we graduated college.  It was great to see where people had gone with their lives....many were married...had kids.  It was so interesting to see what careers people chose.  Some people...exactly what you imagined and some people doing things I never would have expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What meant the most to me...is just reconnected with people.  You know those people that you don't get to SEE a lot, but once you get together...it is like nothing changed.  You go back to that great, wonderful, supportive relationship that you had back in the day.  I definitely have some of those people in my group of college friends.  Those people that are "your people." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also made me a little sad that I haven't been very good at keeping in contact with people from college and high school.  It's always something I need to work on.  Sometimes the outwardly confident person that I am....just isn't there internally.  I definitely am going to be better at it...and make sure that another ten years doesn't go by without me seeing people that I just adore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things too....was on Sunday morning...getting to spend time with my friend's kids.  She has two absolutely adorable children.  And...she is just the best mom.  It was great talking and playing with them, but also watching my dear friend as a mom.  Another friend had her son with her on Saturday as well...and loved playing with him too.  I adore kids....pretty sure I don't want any of my own, but I sure love playing with other people's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all...a great weekend.  I am so happy and grateful for the people who put it all together.  We had a great time reconnecting and just remembering a really wonderful time in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  If you are my friend on Facebook....there are pictures there.  They are fabulous.  We all look fantastic...and just chuck full of happy.  I don't post pictures here...ya know...to keep the stalkers at bay, but you know where they are at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7071188835273337838?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7071188835273337838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7071188835273337838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7071188835273337838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7071188835273337838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-whilelets-catch-up.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...let&apos;s catch up!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4289819994216845306</id><published>2009-06-13T08:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:16:25.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading to Cabot Cheese Country</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday morning....and sooner rather than later, I am heading to Vermont for the weekend.  A few people I graduated from college with are getting together this weekend, so I am gonna head up...and hopefully see some old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me that I graduated from college 10 years ago.  Crazy bananas.  A decade ago?  That seems unreal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved being in college.  It was truly one of the best times of my life.  I really figured out who I was...and what I wanted to do with my life when I was there.  I made some great friends and even though I am not great at keeping in touch with people for the most part, I think of that group of friends often.  I know I wouldn't be a social worker without my experiences at Trinity.  I know I wouldn't have the same political and social justice views.  I know I wouldn't feel as strongly about women's rights issues.  I truly came into my own...when I was in college.  Of course, some things I would have done differently....but not many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....a short weekend away for me and then I am back into town on Sunday night and heading into a very long week at work.  I am going to a week long training.  I am really excited about it, but also dreading the long commute each morning and the long days sitting in conference rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend.  You know...those two people who read here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Did you know the Red Sox totally swept the Yankees....AGAIN...this last week?  Because if you didn't...they SO DID.  Just saying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4289819994216845306?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4289819994216845306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4289819994216845306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4289819994216845306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4289819994216845306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/heading-to-cabot-cheese-country.html' title='Heading to Cabot Cheese Country'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7566000596489605486</id><published>2009-06-09T10:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:48:35.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on health/fitness and my skinny pants fitting!</title><content type='html'>Wow...I haven't updated in a week.  Bad Shelley.  I just don't think a lot of note worthy stuff has been going on in the world o' Shelley.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of health and fitness, I am happy to report that I am about 5 pounds away from my final goal.  To be honest, if I never lost another pound again....I'd be perfectly content...however, I still want to make it to my goal and then this time MAINTAIN.  I worried that once I got back from Washington DC and my cousin's wedding...that my motivation (mainly to look as good as possible in a dress) would be gone and I might find myself returning to old, bad habits.  Luckily, that was not the case.  The wedding was at the end of April...and since then, I've just kept on trekking.  I've been happy that things that would be set backs in other attempts...I found ways of working around them this time.  My elliptical broke...which is my main and favorite form of exercise.  Instead of letting that stop my exercise routine, I started going to the gym and exercising on their sweet elliptical machine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had some opportunities where bad, evil eating really could have happened.  I had a nice dinner out...where I could have easily gone off plan.  I've had numerous instances at work where someone brought in yummy bagels or homemade cake...or other things that are there just to tempt and torture me.  I've resisted...and been rewarded for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am venturing into that maintaining time again.  Just read back...I don't know how many months ago...the last time I started maintaining...it scares the crap out of me.  I just don't feel like I have a good grasp on how to actually do it.  Losing weight...good grasp on that...good at that.  Gaining weight...good grasp on that...sadly good at that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do though...think I am the most hopeful I've been in a long time about maintaining my weight loss this time around.  Why?  Well...one, I didn't completely slide of the mountain this time when I gained some weight.  I gained 15 or 20 pounds...and then put the brakes on.  Every other time I've gained weight, I've ALWAYS...put all the weight and a few of its friends back on.  I'd end up back at the starting line...having to do it all over again.  I was able to get my head back in gear...and turn things around before all that good hard work had been undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two...I am hopeful because I have been losing weight the slow and steady way this time.  I am still pretty regimented and controlled when it comes to losing weight.  I am a rules person.  If there is a rule, I follow it.  So, I am not someone who usually deviates from whatever plan I am on.  However, the way I was losing weight was much less severe than what I did a year or so ago.  I have been eating a wide variety of foods...not like before.  I think that is very good for me.  I still don't regret the way I lost weight last time, but this time around...I knew I needed something that mirrored the real world a little bit more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I near the dreaded maintenance land again...I feel more prepared.  One, I probably still have a month or so left before I am officially there(I've been losing a pound and change each week, so 5 lbs will probably take a month).  I plan on putting structure and rules into maintenance.  I plan on continuing my exercise routine.  I plan on continuing to journal what I eat.  I plan on continuing to steer away from my problem foods (i.e. pizza).  I plan on giving myself a weight range...and not freaking out if I am a pound above or below the exact goal number, but knowing I need to do something if my weight strays outside that range.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else out there had any success strategies they want to share with me about losing weight and then maintaining it?  I'll take all the advice I can get...because in reality, it's all trial and error...and with each attempt, I learn more about what works and what does not work for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7566000596489605486?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7566000596489605486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7566000596489605486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7566000596489605486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7566000596489605486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-on-healthfitness-and-my-skinny.html' title='Update on health/fitness and my skinny pants fitting!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-2925344231529735548</id><published>2009-06-02T08:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:06:34.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on the Tiller slaying</title><content type='html'>I know I am late to the discussion since everyone and their mother, brother and second cousin has responded to this, but I wanted to add my 2 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so saddened to hear the news that Dr. George Tiller was &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090531/ap_on_re_us/us_tiller_shooting" target="_blank"&gt;shot and killed&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday by what can only be described as a pro-life extremist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiller was one of the most controversial doctors who performed abortions because he was one of the few doctors willing to perform late term abortions.  I hate the idea that late term abortions exist in the world, but they do...and Tiller was one of the few who would actually perform them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading the internet, watching the news and reading some updates on Twitter about all of this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) This person who committed this horrible act does not represent the majority of pro-life people.  It's no secret that I am pro-choice.  I believe that abortion should be legal, safe and accessible.  I long for a day when the world no longer needs abortion, but that is not the world I live in.  I know many people in my life...that are pro-life.  They believe that abortion is murder and should not be sanctioned by the government and paid for by insurance.  I can understand and respect their opinion, even if I disagree with it.  Most pro-life individuals are horrified at what Tiller chose to do for a living...and feel that it should be stopped.  However...most also believe what this man did in shooting Tiller is just as wrong.  This was a horrible act from an extreme individual...that in my mind does not characterize the majority of people who define themselves as "pro-life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I was immediately reminded of a conversation I once had with someone when I was in college.  He was a vegetarian and a radical one at that.  At that point, I was not a vegetarian...but very interested in the lifestyle, especially from an animal rights point of view.  I can remember being horrified leaving the conversation.  He talked about how human beings are numb to the bloodshed of animals on a daily basis to feed their "thirst for flesh."  He spoke about how human blood would have to be shed in order to wake them up to what they were doing.  I was like..."umm, what?"  He was completely serious.  He said that he had to prove to the masses the value of an animal's right to life and the only real way to do that was to take the lives of humans who so mercilessly kill animals without a second thought.  Scary.  I think sometimes people get so wrapped into an issue that they stop seeing the totality of it.  He was unable to see that if you think murder of an animal is wrong...that includes humans.  I imagine it is the same for this radical pro-lifer.  And, that sentiment that the murder is somehow justified because it is protecting the innocent life.  The animals or the unborn babies are being murdered....so it is acceptable to murder the guilty parties who are responsible.  *shakes head* Scary stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A lot of people are taking a broad stroke and attacking religion as a result of this henious action.  That just doesn't sit well with me.  I am a religious person...and also pro-choice...and also would never consider murdering someone who disagreed with my world view.  I think most people who define themselves as pro-life are probably also Christian.  They usually go hand in hand.  However, I do think this action had little if anything to do with God.  One, the guy shot him while Tiller was in Church.  To me, that shows his level of respect for God and the people who choose to believe and worship him/her.  Religion isn't the problem.  Those people in that church...I can guarantee you...do not condone what happened to George Tiller.  It's not living as Christ would have wanted.  That's not the example he set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks...and I fear the backlash on both sides.  My heart and prayers also go out to Tiller's family and the community.  Obama asked for people to find a common ground when it comes to abortion...but actions like this just show how much of a continental divide there truly is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-2925344231529735548?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2925344231529735548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=2925344231529735548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2925344231529735548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2925344231529735548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-thoughts-on-tiller-slaying.html' title='My thoughts on the Tiller slaying'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-2825800681759504860</id><published>2009-05-31T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:49:40.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Yes Man</title><content type='html'>I have two main observations about the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1068680/" target="_blank"&gt;Yes Man&lt;/a&gt;...and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation #1:  The movie has a great, funny cast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000120/" target="_blank"&gt;Jim Carrey&lt;/a&gt; annoys some.  I am not one of them.  The guy can bring the funny.  I also liked that it wasn't just joke after joke after joke.  Carrey actually told us a story while we laughed along with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0177896/" target="_blank"&gt;Bradley Cooper&lt;/a&gt;.  Me likey.  I've been a fan of Bradley's since his Alias days.  You know, when he was Will Tippen, the schlub hopelessly in love with Sydney Bristow.  He's funny too.  I thought he was a great choice to play the best friend to hopeless Jim Carrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/" target="_blank"&gt;Zooey Deschanel&lt;/a&gt;.  She is playing Carrey's quirky love interest.  Love her.  I basically love the whole Deschanel family, even those I don't even know.  She's adorable cute and always looks like she is 12 years old.  She has a great sense of humor and wit.  Her sarcasm is engaging.  Plus, she gets to sing in the movie and I have been in love with Zooey's voice since she was singing in the shower in Elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005194/" target="_blank"&gt;Danny Masterson&lt;/a&gt;.  He plays one of Carrey's friends.  Who doesn't love Hyde?  He amused me in this movie.  He basically plays the same character, but if it ain't broke...don't fix it.  Plus, I loved bearded Hyde, so the look in the film....me likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0383422/" target="_blank"&gt;John Michael Higgins&lt;/a&gt;.  Don't know who he is?  Click on the link and then you'll go...oh, that guy.  He's hilarious.  He's been in Fred Claus, The Break Up, Walk Hard...and don't forget, he was in the hilarious Arrested Development.  He didn't have a huge part, but I was chuckling the whole time he was on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but definitely not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1055302/" target="_blank"&gt;Rhys Darby&lt;/a&gt;.  Don't know who he is?  Well...then you don't watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0863046/" target="_blank"&gt;Flight of the Conchords&lt;/a&gt;.  And if you don't watch Flight of the Conchords....you really should.  One of the funniest, quirkiest shows on tv right now.  Rhys plays the "band manager" Murray in the show and his comic timing in the show is spot on.  In the movie, he plays Carrey's boss at the bank.  His comic genius continues in the movie as well...he is willing to do whatever it takes to bring the funny.  Plus, he dresses up like Harry Potter characters and wears funny glasses.  How can that not be funny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so observation #1 was kind of long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation #2:  I had initially hated this movie on sight.  I planned on writing a review about how I had already seen this movie and it's name is &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119528/" target="_blank"&gt;Liar, Liar&lt;/a&gt;.  Well, I learned that you should probably watch a movie before judging it...and writing its review in your head.  Yes, the 2 movies have similarities...they both star Jim Carrey and they both require the lead characters to change their behavior, but that is where it ends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was really different.  In Yes Man, Jim Carrey says YES, not because he is under a spell, but because he makes the choice to.  He can say NO, he just believes that saying yes will make his life better.  And two, Yes Man has a lot more heart and story.  The movie has some really nice dramatic moments...where they look at the consequences of hiding from your life out of fear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice...say YES when asking if you should rent Yes Man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-2825800681759504860?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2825800681759504860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=2825800681759504860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2825800681759504860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2825800681759504860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/movie-review-yes-man.html' title='Movie Review: Yes Man'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7150866984343302411</id><published>2009-05-25T17:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:18:38.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day and Other Refinements!</title><content type='html'>Happy Memorial Day all!  I'm one of the lucky people who have the day off work today.  On this day, I want to remember all those who serve our country...and those who are currently serving.  As a country we have been at war for 7 years and I long for the day that our troops can come home and their service can end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do a heck of a lot today.  I got up and went for a jog/walk.  The Y is closed today...so I couldn't go there and get my elliptical on.  At first, I was annoyed, but in the end...it was a good thing.  It motivated me to get back out and do some street jogging.  I haven't done that in a long time.  I used to get out and run/jog at least 2 times per week, if not more..but I haven't been motivated to get there in a long time.  I've been basically rocking the elliptical and the elliptical alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out...walked a quick 5 minutes down to our local trails and started jogging.  I knew I needed to work up my endurance again, so I jogged about 1.75 miles and walked about 1.5 miles.  It felt good to be back at it again.  I plan on keeping on going out...weather permitting.  I was jogging at a slow roll today, but with time...I know I'll be back to running 5 miles, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a weight loss update.  I mentioned last week, I gained one pound.  I knew why and was right back on track, so I was not really concerned about it at all.  This week, I lost that one pound back and three of it's little friends.  I watched my eating...and didn't let myself mindlessly eat.  I got all of my workouts in during the week.  I also got enough sleep, so I wasn't walking around like a zombie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I am proud of, I went out to dinner on Friday night.  I checked out the menu online before heading out and then made really smart choices.  It wasn't easy at all.  I went to the &lt;a href="http://99restaurants.com/" target="_blank"&gt;99 Restaurant&lt;/a&gt; and they are probably one of the most non-vegetarian friendly places I have been to in a long time.  I didn't have a lot of options....but with those I did have, I chose something that fit into my diet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope people enjoyed their Memorial Day...and that no one is having a case of the Mondays (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0151804/" target="_blank"&gt;Office Space&lt;/a&gt; is on HBO right now, so I couldn't help myself).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7150866984343302411?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7150866984343302411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7150866984343302411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7150866984343302411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7150866984343302411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-memorial-day-and-other.html' title='Happy Memorial Day and Other Refinements!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7550621463447727789</id><published>2009-05-24T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:02:03.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Taken</title><content type='html'>I saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0936501/" target="_blank"&gt;Taken&lt;/a&gt; last week or maybe the week before.  I got it from &lt;a href="http://www.netflix.com" target="_blank"&gt;Netflix&lt;/a&gt; and got to watching it.  I am a huge Liam Neeson fan.  It was a little sad seeing him since it was fresh in my mind how he just tragically lost his wife and mother of his children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was intrigued by this movie when it was in the movie theater, but of course...not enough to plunk down a bunch of cash to see it.  I like the idea of the non-traditional action hero.  You know, how Bruce Willis used to be before he became the typical action hero.  It's one of the things I loved most about Die Hard is that John McClain was no Schwarzenegger or Van Damme.  McClain was this kind of pathetic guy who under extraordinary circumstances saves everyone with his bad ass attitude.  So, anyway...when you see Liam Neeson, you don't think crazy bad ass who can kick anyone's ass.  He seems pretty unassuming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic storyline is that Liam Neeson is an ex-spy who retired to be closer to his teenage daughter. His daughter, his ex-wife and everyone else thinks he is paranoid and over-protective until his worst fears happen...and they learn he might just be right.  Liam's character is pulled out of retirement when his daughter is kidnapped and sold into the sex industry on a "fun" trip to Europe.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to give away any more about the film than that...but let me say I thought this movie was fantastic.  Of course, it had one of my constant frustrations with action films...the hero has perfect aim all the time while the bad guys seem to have the worst aim known to man.  Liam's character is in a shootout with a bajillion million guys...he gets basically all of them and no one can get a decent shot of him.  Realistic?  No, but it's a movie.  I accept it.  I did love how well the told the story of women in the sex industry.  It's a huge problem in a lot of areas of the world.  Yes, some women are kidnapped  drugged and into the industry.  Some women are outright sold by their families and communities.  Some women are born into the industry and don't know any different.  It's going on in Europe, Africa and Mexico right now....probably other areas I am not aware of.  It's not a made up issue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'd highly recommend this movie.  It doesn't go too far, so that it is only about shock value and it hits that great action movie stride.  Liam Neeson is hell bent on finding his daughter and returning her to safety.  I didn't think Liam had an action movie in him.  I was wrong.  The part of his daughter is played by Maggie Grace who I only know from her short stint on Lost.  She was not in a lot of the film since most of it was spent with Liam tracking her, but she is a constant presence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rent it.  Watch it.  It's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7550621463447727789?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7550621463447727789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7550621463447727789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7550621463447727789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7550621463447727789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/movie-review-taken.html' title='Movie Review: Taken'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-5293263468976255102</id><published>2009-05-21T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:42:24.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can yesterday be my Groundhog Day?</title><content type='html'>All in all...yesterday was a good day. One of those days you'd want to live over again if you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a run down on my good day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work went really fast. I clocked in, had a long arse meeting, went to lunch, got some much needed stuff done and then it was time to go home. And an added bonus, I didn't have to go to jail as part of my daily work festivities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been looking for the JD Drew shirt. He's not the most popular member of the Sox, but I love him. I know they sell them, but could find no where online. So, one of my MA peeps helped me out. A great lass from &lt;a href="http://www.outincenterfield.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Center Field&lt;/a&gt; was able to snag me a shirt...and I can't wait to wear it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am in the mentoring program at work.  I have been matched with an adorable girl.  Her birthday is coming up.  I made plans to take her out to dinner on Friday and celebrate with her.  We are going to dinner...of course have dessert...and then top it off by playing with doggies at the pet store.  Plus, I snagged free tickets for mini-golf that we can use at our next outing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh...I ordered myself and a friend tickets to go to Fenway Park in July. I've been a Red Sox fan since well...forever, but never been to Fenway. I could not allow that to continue. I might even get tickets to a game in October as well...one of the last home games before the post season. We have a local charter company that has tickets to game. They bus you there...you watch the game...they bus you home. If I can't get a job in Boston that part of the employment package is going to Sox games, then this will have to do. Plus, it's a game against the Royals, so I can also cheer for the dearly missed Coco Crisp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I worked out like a rock star yesterday. I went to the gym...and didn't feel much like working out. It was hot...for May. I was tired and a little hungry. I was trying to convince myself to skip it. I would not. I got on the ellipticals at the Y that I LOVE....and rocked it out for close to an hour. I got a nice sweat on...and was so glad I didn't let laziness talk me out of it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Ortiz got his first homerun. Ah, how sweet it is. Tek got two of them, Jason Bay got one too and Mikey Lowell felt left out, so he smacked a HR as well. But, Papi finally went yard and it was a beautiful thing to watch. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watch American Idol. I don't like it, but it's like an accident that I just can't look away from. I used to never watch the actual show. I would watch the train wrecks of people who think they can sing, but they can't...but when the competition started, I would check out and move on. And then Daughtry happened. I fell for this kid and his music...hard...and suddenly, I was a Idol watcher. I hoped it would just be one season, but nope...American Idol has won me over. This year, my pick from week 1 of the competition was Kris Allen. He's adorable and cute as an ever living button...and he is not a great singer, but a great musician. He can play any instrument you give him. And, did I mention his cuteness? I picked him as my pick, but thought he had no shot in hell of winning. He just keep getting by...week after week and last night, he won. I only watched the last 5 minutes of the show since I hate that it takes 2 hours to do something that should take 2 minutes, but it was great to see the kid win. Rock on Kris! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got to bed last night before 11pm.  And therefore...I didn't wake up exhausted this morning. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention Papi hit a homerun?  I didn't...because he SO did.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep....yesterday was a good day.  Wouldn't mind living that one over again. Let's hope today is just half as good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-5293263468976255102?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/5293263468976255102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=5293263468976255102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5293263468976255102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5293263468976255102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-yesterday-be-my-groundhog-day.html' title='Can yesterday be my Groundhog Day?'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-6639899901896529327</id><published>2009-05-20T19:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:15:02.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Kate Why???</title><content type='html'>So, this morning on my way to work....the radio reported a rumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the rumor?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rumor was that A-Rod was no longer interested in the likes of Madonna.  He has been seen out and about canoodling with the "please feed me" Kate Hudson.  Who knows if it is true or not, but no matter what....the thought and image is in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww. Ick. Ugh. Sighs. Double Eww. Bleck. Pfft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel about that.  And I used to so like Kate Hudson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-6639899901896529327?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/6639899901896529327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=6639899901896529327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/6639899901896529327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/6639899901896529327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-kate-why.html' title='Why Kate Why???'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-3878793825454604611</id><published>2009-05-20T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:39:38.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 6 Weight Loss Myths</title><content type='html'>There is this &lt;a href="http://www.weightwatchers.com/util/art/index_art.aspx?tabnum=1&amp;amp;art_id=9211" target="_blank"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; over on the Weight Watchers website that I found interesting. It is basically about some of the weight loss myths that we convince ourselves to believe while we are trying to drop some pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the myths and my thoughts about each myth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Myth #1: I need to go on a "diet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley's Response: I have conflicted feelings on this one. Yes, it should all be about lifestyle changes. If people go onto a "diet" and then once they lose the weight, go back to how they were eating before....then, we know what will happen. That's the classic yo yo dieter. Losing weight should be about incorporating healthy eating and moderate exercise. It should be about a healthy lifestyle, not just about doing whatever the next fad diet says in order to get the results on the scale. Ok, so I agree there. However, I also think the "it's a lifestyle change" can be a cop out in order to fudge on your eating plan from time to time. "Yes, I ate a ton and a half of salsa and chips this weekend (I did), but it's ok, but this isn't a diet, it's a lifestyle change." I think sometimes it can set you up for along the way sabotage. Sometimes...I think when losing weight, it should be a diet. Transition (which in my experience) most people don't make things a lifestyle and that has a lot to do with why only 5% of people who lose weight maintain it long term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Myth #2: I'll get back on track on Monday/after the holidays/when the sun comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley's Response: Been there, done that. That fateful Monday when everything will come back together and you'll start again...with a...wait for it....wait for it...CLEAN SLATE. I went to see Kevin Smith speak at a Q&amp;amp;A once (awesome BTW). He talked about just that. He would go on his diet each Monday, fall off sometime on Tuesday if he was lucky and binge to his heart's content until the following Monday where he would START AGAIN WITH A CLEAN SLATE. As I said...been there...done that. I've made such a conscious effort...if I screw up, start again...IMMEDIATELY. Nothing is incredibly special about Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #3: All my problems will be solved when I lose weight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley's Response: Sighs. Don't we wish that was the case? I'll admit, some of my problems/issues were solved with losing weight. My life is better now than it was when I weighed over 200 lbs. However...skinny people can be unhappy too. They don't just float through life with not a care in the world. I think I had this delusional idea that life would be sunshine and rainbows once I had lost weight. If you ever need an example that skinny does not equal happy...Olsen twins. I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Myth #4: Heavy people don't deserve to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley's Response: I don't believe for one second that heavy people do not deserve to eat. That's just silly. Ok, but it's honest time, right? I will fully admit, I judge what overweight people choose to eat. I am not proud of it. I did it when I was overweight as well. It's not a new habit. When I see an overweight person in the grocery store, I look in their cart...and judge the items they are choosing to buy. It's not right. It's wrong. Who am I to judge what someone else is buying? I don't know them...nor do I have any right making snap judgments on their shopping cart of food. And, I know how crappy it felt when I KNEW people were doing it to me. I can remember once buying a candy bar, some ice cream and a bag of chips. I was not a skinny minnie by any stretch of the imagination. I walked up to the express line, plunked down my items and then the cashier said, "I wish I could eat food like that!" and then completely looked me and my fat ass up and down. I wish I could say that I no longer am judge-o-rama when it comes to what people choose to eat, but I am. I try to spin it as I look in their cart...and judge their cart in the perspection that I wish they were making healthier choices. Yep, nice spin. It's still wrong. WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Myth #5: I shouldn't wear a bathing suit (shorts, a tank top) until I've lost all the weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley's Response:  I wish that I hadn't believe this myth hook line and sinker.  When I was heavier, my fashion style was non-existent.  It was all about hiding myself, my body.  If I could go back and do anything differently...of course, I would have gotten healthier a LOT sooner.  Moreover, I would have forced me to love myself, no matter the shape and size.  That is key.  It's taken me a long time to realize that I am more than the number on the scale and the size on the back of my jeans.  Sighs.  This myth is a kicker...because for most people, it isn't a myth.  For those people that are heavier and love themselves and their bodies...I have such respect and admiration for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Myth #6: The less I eat, the faster I'll lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley's Response:  Who doesn't secretly believe that?  Of course, it's not true.  Anyone watch the horrible Style show, Ruby...about the southern woman losing weight.  I can remember her nutrition people telling her she needed to add more food in order to lose weight.  Her reaction...classic.  With the most annoying Southern drawl, she said, "EAT MORE TO LOSE WEIGHT?  What do you mean Y'ALL?"  Ruby could not comprehend what was being told to her.  If we starve our body...our body gets the message that we are trying to kill it.  Our body does not like it when we try to kill it...so, it decides to take pre-emptive measures and slow down our metabolism and turn anything excessive into fat.  And if we workout tons....we need to feed our bodies more.  We need to give our bodies the energy to continue performing at that level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...it's an interesting little article...about those things we know aren't true, but probably deep down inside...on our most honest days....we secretly believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-3878793825454604611?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/3878793825454604611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=3878793825454604611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3878793825454604611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3878793825454604611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/top-6-weight-loss-myths.html' title='Top 6 Weight Loss Myths'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-3936158997355919109</id><published>2009-05-19T09:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:17:05.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterhood of Shelley's Pants</title><content type='html'>So, you know the book/movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0403508/" target="_blank"&gt;Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants&lt;/a&gt;? Where these 4 friends share a pair of jeans and have lots of crazy adventures while wearing said pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I kind of feel like I have that going on right now. No, not that my friends and I are wearing the same pair of pants and that they magically help us out in our adventures. But one of the magical things about the pants is that no matter what girl has the pants....they fit. That must make them magic because there is no way in hell that one pair of pants would fit both the healthy, but curvy &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1065229/" target="_blank"&gt;America Ferrerra&lt;/a&gt; and the "needs a sandwich" &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0515116/" target="_blank"&gt;Blake Lively&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0848554/" target="_blank"&gt;Amber Tamblyn&lt;/a&gt;. Those pants have to be some kind of crazy magic...to not have America's pants be a tent on poor, little, teeny, tiny Amber &amp;amp; Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of pants in a bunch of different sizes. I have some khaki Old Navy pants that are a size 12. They have the most interesting pockets and I adore them. They fit. They are a smidge loose, but nothing too severe. Then, I have about 2 pairs of size 10 pants. One is a pair of casual khakis and one is a pair of dress pants. Both fit. Then I have a truckload of size 8 pants. All of them fit, some are kind of on the loose side. I also have 2 or 3 pairs of size 6 pants. All fit. I have one pair of size 6 pants...actually they are crop pants that are a smidge too tight, but in a pinch...I guess they fit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am a size 12, 10, 8 and 6...depending on the pants. I am either a freakin' shape shifter or there is a significant difference in pant sizes depending on who makes them and what not. A 12 fits...and a 6 fits. So, if I am ordering out of a catalog, what size does Shelley order? Well, the answer to that question is that I don't order out of a catalog. Usually, if forced...I order a size 8 and cross my fingers. It's usually the safest bet. Even if it is a little loose, it is usually wearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape Shifter Shelley. That's Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-3936158997355919109?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/3936158997355919109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=3936158997355919109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3936158997355919109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3936158997355919109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/sisterhood-of-shelleys-pants.html' title='Sisterhood of Shelley&apos;s Pants'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4088114414799496259</id><published>2009-05-18T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:49:05.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>working, working, working it all out....</title><content type='html'>This might be a long entry...so, for those few who read me, strap yourself in...and enjoy the blathering of Shelley.  And no, it is not about baseball.  And no, it is not about tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been talking about health and fitness and weight loss lately.  Since about mid-February, I've been eating well and exercising and trying to drop a few pounds.  So far...so good.  I've been losing about 1-2 lbs each week since then.  I had one week where I think I lost 0.4lbs...but hey, as long as it is going in the right direction, eh?  I still have a little less than 10 lbs I would like to lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I gained for the first time since mid-February.  I gained a pound.  Was it a surprise?  Umm, no.  I usually work out 3-4 times a week...last week, I only got 2 workouts in.  Plus, I was exhausted almost all of last week.  Some of it might have been because I stayed up until 2am to watch a baseball game and still had to get up at 6am this next morning for work.  And, one day for lunch...I might have had a salad and tootsie rolls and DOTS for lunch.  Hey, at least I didn't just skip the salad altogether and have only candy for lunch.  And to finish it off, this weekend...I ate about a ton and a half of salsa and chips.  Dip, crunch, dip, crunch, dip, crunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the fact that I gained a pound was not a surprise to me...at all.  The only surprise is that it was only one pound.  All in all, I am not worried, nor concerned.  It's the first blip since February...and it was a break/breather in many ways.  Plus, it wasn't the downward slope that started me on gaining back everything I lost.  By the end of the day on Saturday, I was done with it.  I went back to drinking water....and not eating chips or candy.  On Sunday, things were back to normal.  I weighed in on Monday, wrote down the number and moved on.  I went to the gym today after work and rocked the elliptical for close to 70 minutes.  I had tons of energy and felt like I could go for an hour more.  Not anything like last Friday at the gym when I did 30 minutes, but was so exhausted and it just felt awful the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I need to make sure I don't let exhaustion and just having an "off week" allow me to just anything and everything in front of me...but in the end, salsa and chips and tootsie rolls and DOTS will not be the end of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I mentioned going to the gym.  Did I tell y'all that I broke my elliptical?  I did.  It's craptastic.  I love my elliptical.  I love being able to come home and get my workout on in the next room over.  It broke in the same place my last one did...so, I am thinking I bought a pretty cheap ass one.  I am in the market for a new one, but until then...I am crashing the YMCA.  I don't have a membership there, but my work does, so I am using one of their passes.  It's been about two weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss working out in my own place, but I do LOVE the Y's elliptical machines.  I get such a better workout on their equipment.  I sweat more, run faster, etc.  I wish I could afford one of those...and could fit them into my place.  I am enjoying my time at the Y, for the most part.  The things I don't like...not being able to have the TVs on what I want to watch.  Having to read the subtitles when I often forget my ear buds.  Having to wait for a machine when it is busy.  Being surrounded by some annoying, nosy people when I am trying to workout.  The creepy guy who works a the Y...and is constantly walking around and staring at people.  The 15 drive there from work.  But...that elliptical machine.  Ahh, I might be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I did notice and it was an interesting epiphany.  I was working out last Wednesday.  I noticed this skinny little thing working out out a few machine down from me.  She is one of those people that just looks naturally long and lean...and very thin.  My immediate though..."skinny bitch, I have to work so hard and there she is with not a spot of fat on her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I basically told myself to STFU.  I often like to assume that thin people are naturally thin.  I am sure it is because I have been heavy for most of my life and have worked so hard in the past couple of years to become thin.  Yes, I am sure there are some naturally thin people who can eat whatever they want, never workout and have perfect bodies...but that is the exception, not the rule.  This girl...as I am talking smack about her inside my head...she is WORKING OUT on the elliptical, just like I am.  Her smokin' hot body...she probably works pretty hard for.  I realized I need to stop doing that.  That it makes "thin people" the enemy...when the reality is that I am a thin person as well, even if I still have some more pounds I want to lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am probably never going to have a body like that girl.  I spent close to two decades not taking care of my body.  I was overweight and didn't do a heck of a lot to change it.  So, even at my thinnest weight, I still have...issues.  I'm proud of the weight I lost and my body the way it is now.  I have to accept the limitations and instead of hating those who don't seem to have those imperfections.  Maybe I need to respect the work and dedication they put into their bodies while I was spending time putting pizza into mine.  I also...sighs...need to give myself a break...stop comparing my body to other women.  What good does that do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...the novel of this entry must end.  I did warn you in the beginning it would be a long one.  I have been thinking through this entry for a few days, so I figured I would just start writing and end it when I was done.  So there...DONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am off to watch the finale of 24.  It had better be good.  And Jack Bauer cannot die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4088114414799496259?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4088114414799496259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4088114414799496259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4088114414799496259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4088114414799496259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/working-working-working-it-all-out.html' title='working, working, working it all out....'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4713924754586212579</id><published>2009-05-15T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:42:40.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frugal or Cheap?</title><content type='html'>So, to say I am cheap is putting it mildly. I am constantly looking for ways to save. I overpay my bills. I don't spend money on weekends away...or go to Saratoga to gamble at the casino or racetrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a cheapstake...through and through. And to be honest, it is something I am really proud of. Sure, I could have a bunch of toys. I could have the swankiest of all iPods. I could own the newest and nicest cell phone. I could spend oodles of money on shopping trips...getting the nicest, newest clothes out there. I could buy a nice, new car instead of driving around my gas guzzler that is paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't make a lot of money, but I make enough. I could afford some of the above mentioned things. But, if I did...I probably would have some level of credit card debt. I have none. If I did...I probably would be 20 years away from paying off my school loans instead of less than a year away. If I did...I probably wouldn't have a nice little chunk of change sitting around waiting to be a down payment on a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am cheap. I live that of a miser. I have often said and it is true...if you go on a first date with me and use a coupon. I can GUARANTEE you...you will get a second date. That's hot, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why am I giving you a run down of my cheapness and my pride in it. Well, because there is an &lt;a href="http://blogs.moneycentral.msn.com/smartspending/archive/2008/06/18/sneaking-candy-into-the-theater-frugal-or-cheap.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; talking about the movies and snacks. I love movies. I love snacks. It is basically asking if bringing in your own snacks to a movie is frugal or cheap??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article sums it up saying you should NOT do it because it is how the theater makes money and it is illegal. I think we know my response to this. I bring my own food and drink EVERY SINGLE TIME I go to the movies. I've been doing it since I was about 15 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off. Who in their right mind can afford to go to the movies anymore? I have a nice Netflix subscription and I use it well. And if I do buck all my cheapness and go to the movies, I am not going to spend another $15 bucks on a soda, box of candy and butter drenched popcorn. Sure, I love the popcorn and the million calories that it contains, but I am just not going to do it. I go to Target or CVS and buy a box of candy and a bottle of Diet Coke. I am set for the movie...for a little more than $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's wrong....I don't wanna be right. Candy sneakers UNITE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4713924754586212579?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4713924754586212579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4713924754586212579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4713924754586212579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4713924754586212579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/frugal-or-cheap.html' title='Frugal or Cheap?'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4054123149697473075</id><published>2009-05-14T08:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:47:53.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Hello Gorgeous!</title><content type='html'>So, the Red Sox lost last night to the Angels 8-4. Tim Wakefield reminded us that he is in fact....human. Matt Palmer, the Angels pitcher...retired the last NINETEEN Red Sox batters in order. We had no Youk and no Pedey in the lineup. David Ortiz is still homerless. All in all....not the best outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one bright spot in the game was &lt;a href="http://boston.redsox.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20090514&amp;amp;content_id=4721840&amp;amp;vkey=news_bos&amp;amp;fext=.jsp&amp;amp;c_id=bos" target="_blank"&gt;Daniel Bard&lt;/a&gt;'s major league debut. He has been blowing people away down in Pawtucket with his sometimes 100 MPH fastball. He came into the game and immediate struck out the first batter...fastball....fastball...fastball. It was funny watching the Red Sox players watching Bard....like they were finally getting to play with their new toy. He's got the stuff. Josh Beckett watched him with an intensity that lets you know he cannot wait for Bard to be &lt;a href="http://www.outincenterfield.com/2009/04/assimilation/" target="_blank"&gt;assimilated&lt;/a&gt;. And yeah, the guy is smokin' hot on the mound and off of it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript" src="http://nesn.img.origin.entriq.net/dayportcore/dpm/DayPortPlayers.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;DayPortPlayer.newPlayer({articleID:"5792",playerInstanceID:"FA4BADDF-1121-2521-A713-8B4A46F1280D",categoryID:"3",domain:"nesn.dayport.com"});&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is true...he might have not realized that there was a guy on 3rd base when he came into the game. He might have admitted that during his major league debut he had "other non baseball related things on his mind"....like, I don't know...the great sales at Target this week?  Hey, I've decided being distracted in your major league debut is not necessarily a bad thing.  It's better than letting the moment suck you up...and eat you whole.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what...welcome to the bigs there Bard. I hope you stay with us for a while. You just took our stellar bullpen and made it even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official.  Peter Gammons is not the only one who has a &lt;a href="http://www.outincenterfield.com/2009/05/peter-gammons-has-a-crush-on-daniel-bard/" target="_blank"&gt;crush on Bard&lt;/a&gt;.  Add me to the list.  He may only be 12 years old...but good lord, me likey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4054123149697473075?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4054123149697473075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4054123149697473075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4054123149697473075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4054123149697473075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-hello-gorgeous.html' title='Well Hello Gorgeous!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-3935024450811307672</id><published>2009-05-13T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:42:06.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fringe? You can suck it. Hard.</title><content type='html'>I watch a good deal of tv.  I'm not going to deny it.  So, when new shows come out, I often give them a shot and see if they get added to my list of shows I watch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/fringe/" target="_blank"&gt;Fringe&lt;/a&gt; was a show that I checked out and quickly got added to the DVR list.  One, it was created by JJ Abrams.  I have always been a huge fan of JJ's work: Felicity, Alias, Lost, etc.  The guy just makes really interesting TV shows.  Two, one of the actors in the show is Joshie Jackson aka Pacey Witter from Dawson's Creek.  I watched Dawson's...what?  I am a huge fan of Josh and loved seeing him in another show, especially one that did not involve who was or was not Joey Potter's soulmate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fringe is a show about fringe science...time travel, biological warfare, creepy organisms, scary monsters, people that become bombs, etc.  Just weird things that push the envelope to what we thought was possible in science.  It's one of those shows that always has a twist you never saw coming.  All in all...a great show.  I've been hooked since basically the first episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the point of this entry...the season finale was last night.  If you haven't seen the show yet...and don't want to be spoiled...STOP READING THIS ENTRY.  You've been warned.  The climax of the finale was that not only was time travel possible, but that there were alternate realities that mirror our own.  And with the Fringe science you can open up a portal into those alternate realities.  The show ended with Olivia, the main character, being put into an alternate reality....and after a flash, she is there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show leaves her standing inside a building.  The building was one of the Twin Towers of the WTC.  It wasn't back in time....pre 2001.  It was in 2009, but the Twin Towers were sitting right there in the middle of NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response to that...is simple.  Fuck You.  You made a world where 9/11 didn't happen.  Yeah, fuck you.  For the people who had loved ones and families members who died that day.  Fuck you twice.  For the USA's policies of fear and all the lives that have been lost in war. Fuck you three times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's obvious the idea of making the Twin Towers just sitting there plain and well doesn't sit well with me.  It suddenly makes me want to go out and get one of those "Never Forget" bumper stickers and slap it on my car....and then send a million of them to JJ Abrams.  We all lived through that day and it still lives with us...in our soul....in our psyche.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a TV show.  It's not real.  They had a whole episode of guys who turned into vampires types and ate people for their spinal fluid.  So...reality is not their thing.  But still...SO NOT COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the show was thinking, but at this point...I am not sure my DVR is holding a spot for it anymore.  Aurgh.  Overreacting...maybe, but it's still completely how I feel.  Fringe...a great show, but you can completely suck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-3935024450811307672?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/3935024450811307672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=3935024450811307672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3935024450811307672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3935024450811307672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/fringe-you-can-suck-it-hard.html' title='Fringe? You can suck it. Hard.'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4184680655571949313</id><published>2009-05-10T14:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:58:16.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manny is the name that will never go away...</title><content type='html'>So, I guess I am supposed to talk about Manny Ramirez and the news surrounding him?  I don't want to.  I am sick of hearing and talking about Manny and his drama.  But...here goes.  So, &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/news?slug=ap-dodgers-ramirez-drugs&amp;prov=ap&amp;type=lgns" target="_blank"&gt;Manny Ramirez has been suspended for 50 games for testing positive for a banned substance&lt;/a&gt;.  It is reported the substance was HCG or human chorionic gonadotropin.  It is a women's fertility drug.  I had never heard of it before this story broke...but they say it is often used as part of the cycle of drugs with steroids.  Mainly steroid users take it after the cycle in order to jump start their body's ability to make their own testosterone.  It is also reported that it is used to increase male sperm count and sex drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, either Manny is a steroid user or he and his wife are having troubles having babies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the truth is.  There is no excuse.  The players are given a comprehensive list of banned substances at Spring Training.  So, if you take something on the list...that is on YOU.  No matter who gave it to you and in what context.  Plus, it is reported that Manny tested positive for the substance in Spring Training and then again recently.  Fool me once...but not twice.  No one is that dumb, not even Manny Ramirez.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this story effects Boston since Manny played with the Sox for 7.5 years and was a part of the 04 and 07 championships.  Articles have been written about if this &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/sports/touching_all_the_bases/2009/05/since_everyone_and_his_6yearol.html" target="_blank"&gt;taints our championships&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://38pitches.weei.com/sports/boston/baseball/curt-schilling/general/2009/05/08/thank-you-jason-bay/" target="_blank"&gt;Curt Schilling&lt;/a&gt; weighs in on the subject.  We don't know if Manny used steroids when he was with Boston.  He might have.  However, he is one of 25...and yes, he is a big member of that 25, but I don't think it takes away from those accomplishments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Dan Shaughnessy write this &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/articles/2009/05/10/there_is_no_dodging_the_truth_this_time/" target="_blank"&gt;crapload of an article&lt;/a&gt;.  He basically goes on to say how this drama will Manny is vindication for Boston fans that they were right about Manny and LA was wrong.  That we knew what a poison he was and how silly the Dodgers were to buy what he was selling.  No Dan, this story if anything should not make you spitefully gloat, it should make you sad for the sport of baseball.  Manny Ramirez was a future Hall of Famer....who fans and little kids looked up to and aspired to be.  It isn't a "Nanny nanny I told you so" moment.  This isn't a moment to rub someone's face in the fact that they are losing their best player for 50 games and you warned them.  Baseball has taken a huge step back in letting people know they are striving to play a clean game.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is does do...is once again make Theo Epstein look like a crazy genius with getting the trade done last year.  I don't have much of a response to the Manny story either than to be happy it is NOT OUR PROBLEM.  He is no longer in our clubhouse...and that is a good thing.  I appreciated Manny when he was with the team, but was so ready to see him go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on...when it is referencing Boston, I only wanna hear the name Manny when it is followed by Delcarmen.  I only wanna hear Ramirez when it is preceeded by Ramon.  I know it won't happen...but we can dream, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  The Sox take on the Rays tonight.  The series is tied 1-1.  So....LET'S GO RED SOX and finally take a series from those pesky, evil Tampa Bay DEVIL Rays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4184680655571949313?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4184680655571949313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4184680655571949313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4184680655571949313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4184680655571949313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/manny-is-name-that-will-never-go-away.html' title='Manny is the name that will never go away...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-6887572414184525944</id><published>2009-05-10T11:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:12:36.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to all...to mothers, to those who have a mother and those who just like mothers...and come on now, who doesn't like mothers??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i111/Suna-Tsuki-Koinu/mothers%20day/mothers_day_background3.gif" border="0" alt="2 Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might think Mother's Day is bittersweet or depressing for me...but it isn't.  I am flooded with positive and warm memories of my mom.  I couldn't have asked for a better mom.  I was truly blessed.  Of course, I want more time with her.  On Mother's Day....I just think of her and smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day MOM...no one did it better than you.  NO ONE.  Much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-6887572414184525944?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/6887572414184525944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=6887572414184525944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/6887572414184525944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/6887572414184525944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i111/Suna-Tsuki-Koinu/mothers%20day/th_mothers_day_background3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-6643528362495886418</id><published>2009-05-07T18:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:26:13.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiefer: Alcohol might not be for you.</title><content type='html'>People know that I adore Kiefer Sutherland.  He's one of my favorite actors.  He's spectacularly talented and usually an all around good guy.  I think 24 is one of the best shows ever on television and a large part of that is because of Kiefer and what he brings to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most have probably heard, Kiefer was &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2009/05/06/2009-05-06_fashion_designer_lashes_back_at_keifer_sutherland_jack_mccullough_calls_alleged_.html" target="_blank"&gt;arrested in NYC for a night club assault&lt;/a&gt;.  He "allegedly" head butted a fashion designer at an after party.  Kiefer and others say the incident happened and was a result of McCollough bumping into Brooke Shields and not apologizing.  So, Kiefer freaks and head butts him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What people haven't said yet...is if alcohol was involved in this incident.  It was at an after hours night club party in New York City.  I would bet a million bajillion dollars that Kiefer was at least a little bit tipsy.  I have no facts on this...but I am still placing that bet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brings me to the heart of my post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get arrested for assault for head butting a freakin' fashion designer.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alcohol might not be for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this arrest might violate your probation and send you back to jail.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alcohol might not be for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have already been arrested at least twice...maybe three times (can't remember) for DWIs.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alcohol might not be for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your last DWI arrest landed you in jail for 45 days...where you had to be in jail through your birthday and Christmas.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alcohol might not be for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If being in jail made it so you had to rearrange your tv show's shooting schedule.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alcohol might not be for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your ex-wife left you partly for your alcohol use and partying ways.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alcohol might not be for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one of the reasons Julia Roberts left you at the alter BACK IN 1992 was because you were always boozing it up.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alcohol might not be for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the only really interesting thing about the documentary you did about the band your record company was promoting was you being an embarrassing drunk the whole time.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alcohol might not be for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If said band (Rocco Deluca and The Burden- Great band BTW) ends up firing you as their tour manager because of your booze filled incompetence.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alcohol might not be for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a majority of your friends are either active or recovering alcoholics/addicts.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alcohol might not be for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I make my point.  I adore Kiefer, I do.  His talent is unquestionable.  I gotta wonder just how amazing he could be if he could get some help...and stop letting alcohol lead him to the above consequences.  *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-6643528362495886418?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/6643528362495886418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=6643528362495886418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/6643528362495886418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/6643528362495886418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/kiefer-alcohol-might-not-be-for-you.html' title='Kiefer: Alcohol might not be for you.'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-9059140769685799825</id><published>2009-05-06T09:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:53:22.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, 4, 5....how you like them apples?</title><content type='html'>So, the Red Sox might have sucked it this last weekend against Tampa.  That might have happened.  However...they came back up the coast and once again reminded the Yankees of their suck by taking a 2 game series.  That's 5 games in a row aganist them.  That's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can beat the Yankees....but can't seem to do the same to the Rays.  Are the Rays a better team than the Yankees?  Possibly.  And looking at the two teams payrolls...that idea makes me giggle like a little school girl.  I have a theory on our domination (so far) of the Yanks and the Rays domination (so far) of us.  You see, the Yankees are our rivalry.  Games with the Yankees are important.  We come to those games bringing our A+ game and being all jazzed up.  We want to win every game...but we really and I mean REALLY want to beat the Yankees.  I feel that the Rays feel the same about us.  We are their rivalry.  We are the team that they get all jazzed up to play.  They bring their A+ game...and REALLY want to beat us.  The Rays have a one sided rivalry though....they rival us, but for the Sox...the Rays are our sloppy seconds rival.  We like beating them....but a loss doesn't beat us down to our core...except of course that Game 7, but let's not dwell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to our rivals...the Yankees.  We came into their stadium and continued to remind them of all of their flaws.  We took advantage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night is was one of our best Jon Lester against the young Phil Hughes.  The game started almost 2 hours late because of rain and didn't end until well past 1am.  I was surprised the game did not get postponed, but with the result...glad it wasn't.  The &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/redsox/extras/extra_bases/2009/05/red_soxyankees_1.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sox won 6-4&lt;/a&gt;, but not without a little drama. Lester has been struggling this season with his command and probably his confidence.  He pitched on Friday like Jonny Les is supposed to pitch.  He struck out 10 batters...and brought us the win.  He did allow 2 back to back homers...but limited the damage to that.  Of course, we never make it easy on ourselves.  Papelbon came in for a 5 out save and got himself into a wee bit of trouble.  He loaded the bases in the 9th...and then got out of the inning for the WIN with a hefty fist pump and a FUCK YEAH.  It was a thing of beauty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the game started on time.  Rain was coming....but there looking like there would be time for at least most of a game.  We didn't have Kevin Youkilis in the lineup, so we were going to need production from other places.  It was the Sox's ace Josh Beckett against Joba Chamberlain.  Josh has also been struggling this season and not had great outings.  Joba has been either good or not so much.  Joba had a rough 1st inning...give up 5 hits in a row including Jason Bay's 3 run homer.  Sox were up 4-0 by the middle of the 1st.  Josh was throwing well.  He wasn't dominant but it was good enough.  In the bottom of the 3rd inning, Beckett gave up a 3 run homer to Johnny "The Traitor" Damon.  Momentum seemed to be swinging towards NY.  Joba Chamberlain forgot about his bad first inning and started pitching like a MONSTER.  He struck out 12 batters by the time he left the game.  Josh was looking...dare I say it...human.  However, Becks impressed me.  He allowed the Yanks back into the game, but he held on.  He didn't allow any more runs to score than the homer.  And he pitched two innings in horrible conditions in the filthy pouring rain.  That's the kind of Beckett I like to see.  He didn't let the Yankees pounce....and for that, he got the win.  Once Joba and Becks were out of the game, it became a battle of the bullpen.  Ours, of course...won.  Oki GOT IT DONE and then Saito game in for the save.  And...our favorite Canadian...JayBay...made some great defensive catches late in the game.  And let's not forget Mikey Lowell...who put on a defensive clinical behind Josh Beckett saving his arse on numerous occasions.  The &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/redsox/extras/extra_bases/2009/05/red_soxyankees_2.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sox ended up winning 7-3&lt;/a&gt;.  Beckett didn't pitch with domination and intimidation, but I think he really deserved that win.  He didn't do it the easy way...but he made pitches when it counted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...Joba hit Jason Bay in the back with a pitch during the game.  People...many people...are all upset and saying it was intentional. Retaliation for the HR Bay hit.  I know Joba has a history of headhunting, so he doesn't get any kind of benefit of the doubt.  However, I don't buy that it was intentional.  One, at that point Joba was pitching the game he wanted to pitch.  We already had a runner on base...and hitting Bay puts Papi into scoring position.  I think it was a mistake and that's it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice job Sox....let's keep this winning roll going.  We have two games against the Tribe and then it is time to give a little bit of hell back to those pesky Tampa Bay Devil Rays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-9059140769685799825?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/9059140769685799825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=9059140769685799825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/9059140769685799825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/9059140769685799825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-2-3-4-5how-you-like-them-apples.html' title='1, 2, 3, 4, 5....how you like them apples?'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-286530999734466643</id><published>2009-05-05T14:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:23:19.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just miss my mommy...</title><content type='html'>Now that I have fully caught everyone up on the fun weekend.  Here is post #2 for the day.  I know...my life is so exciting, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the 2 year anniversary of my mom's death.  Sometimes it seems like it has been a million years since she passed away...and in other ways it doesn't seem like two whole years have passed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of her a lot this weekend when I was in DC.  One, it was a wedding/anniversary party for my cousin on my mom's side.  My mom and my aunt were super close...so my mom is always very present in anything surrounding my aunt.  She would have really enjoyed the party....seeing old friends and celebrating with the family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought a lot about some of her struggles this weekend...especially surrounding her health.  She would have loved the weekend, but there were also a lot of things she wouldn't have been able to do.  The baseball game would have been hard for her.  There was a lot of walking...to the Metro...to the game...to our seats, etc.  The same with the downtown walking adventure.  We would have accomodated it...and I would loved nothing more than to have that opportunity, but it did remind me of the struggles she faced.  That made me smile...not because my mom struggled, but because of her attitude she had during it all.  She was one of those "I'm going to make the best of it" people...and if I can have 10% of that attitude, I'm in good shape.  It also cemented for me that no matter what....I need to take care of my health and not let weight and all the health problems that go along with it get a hold of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point during the weekend, I forgot the anniversary was coming up.  It was kind of bittersweet.  I know I will never forget my mom's birthday, but it's kind of okay if the date of her passing isn't imprinted on my mind.  That isn't the way I want to remember her.  I want to remember her laugh and her smile.  I want to remember how she was always so supportive and proud of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the day off work on Monday.  It just worked out that way because of the traveling for the weekend.  I went to her grave marker and brought a flowering plant.  I didn't want to buy flowers since they tend to get moved and die pretty quickly.  I like the idea of a plant that I can water and take care of in front of where my mom is.  One, it makes sure I visit often enough to tend to it...and two, it is something that can thrive there.  It is this little plant with very pretty purple flowers.  My mom loved purple, so I think she would enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all.  As the title says...sometimes I just still really miss my mom.  I miss random conversations.  I miss being able to ask her questions...or the things she could have taught me, but I was often too busy to sit down and learn.  I will always miss her, but when it comes down to it...I had one of the best moms on the planet for 30 years and a lot of people don't get that.  So, I've been blessed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love Mom.  Much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062909023621912642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0eTyu_PobME/RkMQ7rsamEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NX0sKPYjQbE/s200/100_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062912592739735762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0eTyu_PobME/RkMULbsamNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-6mssK8JqG4/s200/nancy+with+headband.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062914796057958690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0eTyu_PobME/RkMWLrsamSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OAyj5tlf-ik/s200/Nancy-Mike-Ryan-Shelley+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-286530999734466643?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/286530999734466643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=286530999734466643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/286530999734466643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/286530999734466643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-i-just-miss-my-mommy.html' title='Sometimes I just miss my mommy...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0eTyu_PobME/RkMQ7rsamEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NX0sKPYjQbE/s72-c/100_0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-3120356335196161403</id><published>2009-05-05T11:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:57:33.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home from a nice weekend away...</title><content type='html'>Hey all.  I have a few posts in my head.  I'll get them down here sooner or later.  Life's been busy and good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home from DC.  The trip was very nice.  We left on Friday..and started our trek down to DC.  The traffic and roads were not bad.  The tolls were out of control.  I think the tolls equaled close to 20 bucks for the drive down there....and 20 bucks for the drive back.  Sheesh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in about 3pm on Friday.  We checked into the hotel which was very swanky and kind of artsy.  It was the &lt;a href="http://www.rougehotel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Hotel Rogue&lt;/a&gt; in downtown DC.  The room looked almost exactly like the pictures on the website.  Very nice.  We went out for some quick drinks at a local bar...I have never been a huge fan of bars...they are loud...conversation is liking screaming, etc.  But, we enjoyed ourselves chatting it up.  Then we headed over to the Nationals baseball game.  They were playing the Cardinals.  We had seats in the upper upper deck, but it is one nice stadium.  The view was great.  We were right down the 1st base line and I could see everything that was going on.  The Cards won the game and Albert Pulojs putting on a hitting clinical...HR, double and a single.  He might be the best in baseball, so what else could be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humorous side notes from Friday.  1) When we were taking the Metro to the game...we had about 40 or so people with us, most of whom did not know DC.  So, my cousin's hubby just kept bellowing out directions.  "DO NOT GET ON THIS TRAIN."  "EVERYONE GET OFF THIS STOP...NOW."  The looks on the faces of people who were not with our group...hilarious.  and number 2) At the game, there was a group of excited youngins in the next section to us.  They kept trying to start the wave...and failing misreably.  I was not in a "doing the wave" mood...but I felt bad for the kids since the wave would die as soon as it left their section.  So, I would do the most pathetic raising of my arms when it went by.  At one point, I just raised one arm...for a half wave, I guess.  It still went no where...but I did my part.  After the game, I was a tired kid...so I went home and fell into bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on to Saturday....which was the party day.  I got up kind of early. I went downstairs and worked out in their little fitness center.  I rocked the elliptical for about an hour.  Then, I went upstairs...had breakfast, showered and got ready for the day.  We spent the late morning/afternoon walking around DC a little bit.  We walked around some of the shops....went to the White House.  No BO on the lawn.  Then we went to the local &lt;a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wholefoods&lt;/a&gt; down there.  I wish we had a Wholefoods.  I would spend mad money there...if I did.  Probably the most exciting thing about our walking exploration...for me, was Wholefoods.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to the hotel...relaxed a little bit and got ready for the PARTAY.  I wore a dress.  I never wear dresses, so it was an event all in itself.  It was a really nice time.  I got to see some people I haven't seen in a LONG time...and meet some new people.  We drank (water for me), danced, ate, laughed.  All of my cousins looked GORGEOUS.  I swear they are the most beautiful, photogenic people in the world.  We partied until a little after midnight...then we took over the hotel bar.  I lasted until about 1:30am (that's saying a lot for the grandma that I am)....and then headed on to bed.  It was a really nice time....my cousin and her husband looked gorgeous and it was great to celebrate with them and their loved ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...I got up early...7ish...got ready to leave.  Of course, we hit Wholefoods before heading out of town.  Did I mention I love Wholefoods???  If not, I so do.  I also love Trader Joe's...but they didn't have one there for me to basically treat like food porn.  We left at about 9:30am...got a smidge lost on the way out of town and then headed home.  The ride home was long...I was a tired unit.  We got home at about 5:30pm...and I plopped in bed, watching some TV and caught some zzzzs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that's my weekend in a very long nutshell.  I have more rambling thoughts in my head, but that's another post for another time.  Hugs all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Being in DC made me realize how much I miss the city...and doing that kind of volunteer/mission work.  I am really going to make an effort to get back down there...and do some work.  And now that I have family in the area...it is just that much easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-3120356335196161403?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/3120356335196161403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=3120356335196161403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3120356335196161403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3120356335196161403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-home-from-nice-weekend-away.html' title='Back home from a nice weekend away...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7657056890369846386</id><published>2009-05-01T06:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:10:35.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm On My Way...</title><content type='html'>It's 6am...and I'm leaving...on a jetplane....errr....in a mini-van....on my way to a nice weekend in WASHINGTON DC.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin got married last year, but was not able to have the wedding and the PARTAY so this weekend....we are having said party.  It should be a good time had by all.  Tonight, we are hanging out and going to a Nationals game.  Tomorrow...is the party and then on Sunday...we trek back to NY after the night of partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE DC.  It's one of my favorite cities.  I used to go there every February when I was in college and do a week of volunteer work.  I always imagined I would end up in DC....working in some non-profit agency.  So far, that hasn't worked out.  But, I am really looking forward to hanging out in the city for a weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have a KICK ARSE time....and of course, come home without getting the swine flu.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend y'all.  And don't do anything I wouldn't do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7657056890369846386?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7657056890369846386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7657056890369846386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7657056890369846386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7657056890369846386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-on-my-way.html' title='I&apos;m On My Way...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-503354232407593257</id><published>2009-04-26T23:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:02:43.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How SWEEP it is...</title><content type='html'>That's right...the Red Sox have now won 10 STRAIGHT games and have swept the first series with the YANKEES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 games....some of the most enjoyable games in recent years.  These games felt like classic 2004. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night:  Lester on the mound.  He was OK, not great.  Joba on the mound for the Yanks.  He was ok, not great.  The Sox were in the bottom of the 9th, down 2-4.  The Yankees closer was on the mound.  Jason Bay steps into the batters box and drives a bomb of a HR to tie the game.  Then in the 10th, Kevin Youkilis aka the BEST HITTER KNOWN TO MAN hit a walk off HR to win the game.  Great come from behind victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Day/Night:  It started a day game and ended clear into the night.  Josh Beckett started for us.  He was not brilliant.  AJ Burnett was on the mound for the Yanks.  This was supposed to be a low scoring pitchers duel.  Not quite.  The Sox went down 0-6.  Then...Sox scored one run. 1-6.  Then Tek came up to the plate with the bases loaded.  Grand slam. down 5-6.  Now this is a game.  Sox take the lead 8-6.  Then Tito sends Beckett back out.  Not so good.  Yanks tie it up 8-8.  We take on another run and lead 9-8.  Yanks come back and then lead 10-9.  Then Mikey Lowell smacks a 3 run homer to have us lead 12-10.  Yanks snag another run to creep back to within one run.  Then Mikey Lowell becomes a hero again and gets a 3 RBI hit.  Sox win 16-11.  This game was a marathon...at 4 hours, 21 minutes.  Good lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's Game:  We had Justin Masterson on the mound.  He's been starting for Dice-K who has been hurt because of the stupid WBC.  Justin is usually rocking the bullpen, but was stretched out to start in Spring Training.  Smart choice Red Sox.  Andy Pettitte was on the mound for the Yanks.  Yanks got the first run...and Sox answered back.  And then the amazing...unthinkable happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/redsox/extras/extra_bases/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh21/shelley1005/jacobystealhome.jpg" border="0" alt="Jacoby Ellsbury STEALS HOME"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOBY ELLSBURY STOLE HOME BASE.  Amazing.  I was already completely in love with Ells...and now, it is out of control.  STOLE HOME BASE.  By the end of the 5th inning, Sox were up 4-1.  Masterson went through 5 innings and change and then the bullpen took over.  Hunter Jones and Michael Bowden..two guys just called up from Pawtucket came out and pitched like they have been here forever.  The Yanks could get no more runs.  Saito comes in...gets the save.  Sox win 4-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GOOD.  SO GOOD.  SO GOOD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention Jacoby Ellsbury stole home???  If you wanna watch it, click &lt;a href="http://www.outincenterfield.com/2009/04/straight-steal/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a freakin' thing of beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-503354232407593257?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/503354232407593257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=503354232407593257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/503354232407593257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/503354232407593257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-sweep-it-is.html' title='How SWEEP it is...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-1403160231266656761</id><published>2009-04-24T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:19:20.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hey baseball fans...</title><content type='html'>In case you live under a rock...or you just don't give a flying flip about baseball...then you probably know that the Red Sox kick off their first series with the NY Yankees aka the Evil Empire tonight.  I always want the Red Sox to win...but I especially want it when they are playing the Yankees.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we have Jon Lester on the mound for the Sox...and Joba "I like to throw at Youk's head" Chamberlain for the Yanks.  If Lester is in Lester form...this one shouldn't even be a contest.  And Saturday night...Josh Beckett is fresh off his bullshit suspension and taking the mound for the Sox...while the Yanks are sending AJ Burnett.  This one is matched up pretty well...both ballclubs with their best pitchers on the mound.  (I thought CC was supposed to be NY's best pitcher...but AJ is the guy getting it done right now).  And then on Sunday is the young whipper snapper straight outta the bullpen Justin Masterson taking the mound for the Sox against the veteran Andy Pettite.  I have no prediction on that game.  Masty's been pitching like a god lately...so I am hoping he continues the trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope our bats keep swinging...and the Fenway Faithful makes those Yanks as uncomfortable as possible.  And guess what Mark Teixeira...the crowd is going to boo you, but we don't care about you nearly as much as you think we do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often ask me why I am such a diehard Red Sox fan since I live in New York.  Well, one...the Yankees suck.  Case and point.  But let me tell you more.  I am not from the city...I grew up and live in Upstate NY.  It's pretty well mixed here between Red Sox and Yankees fans.  To me, there is no choice...it's the Red Sox all the way.  The Red Sox are a scrappy team...that plays hard and never says die.   The Red Sox have team unity and seem to really enjoy playing with one another.  It's truly a joy being a Red Sox fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a joy hating the Yankees.  I just don't like much about the team, the organization or a vast majority of their fans.  I'm a proud NYer, but I don't think the Yankees represent me and what I value or believe in.  I don't like that the team throws money at problems and I get a silly grin all over my face when it doesn't work out.  I don't like a mentality that anything other than a championship is a failure.  Sure, we all expect greatness and want our team to win.  However, that isn't the ONLY thing that matters.  The Sox didn't win the WS last year, but I have such pride in the team...and what they did accomplish.  They fell short in Game 7, but I will always remember the comeback of Game 5.  Does that mean nothing because they didn't win it all?  And the fans...and the booing of their own.  Can't stand it.  Stand by your team...win or loss.  Those boys go out and play for you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...let's GO RED SOX!  Wins are always great, but beating the Yankees just makes it a little more sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-1403160231266656761?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/1403160231266656761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=1403160231266656761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1403160231266656761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1403160231266656761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-baseball-fans.html' title='hey baseball fans...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4819602822965751928</id><published>2009-04-23T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:28:56.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewart's = The Awesome</title><content type='html'>So, when your tire has a slow leak...but you're trying to buy some time and put off buying tires.  You end up having to fill up your tire with air more often than not.  I know a little something about this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I got to work...I noticed my tire was all kinds of droopy.  Not a pretty picture.  So, I hopped in my car with my pathetic little tire and headed across the street to our local &lt;a href="http://www.stewartsshops.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Stewart's Shop&lt;/a&gt;.  If you are not from Upstate NY and don't know what Stewart's is...it's a little convenience store/gas station/ice cream shop.  BEST ICE CREAM ON THE PLANET.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes Stewart's awesome today or any other day when I need to fill up my pathetic little tire...is that their air is FREE.  Yes, air should always be free.  I agree.  As should water, but we live in a world where nothing is free anymore.  If I went to the local Cumberland Farms.  Air is NOT free.  If I went to the tire shop.  Air is NOT free.  Stewart's on the other hand...FREE air to all that want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Stewart's!  You're the bomb!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I'm not kidding about the ice cream.  Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4819602822965751928?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4819602822965751928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4819602822965751928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4819602822965751928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4819602822965751928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/stewarts-awesome.html' title='Stewart&apos;s = The Awesome'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-9198439122704316637</id><published>2009-04-23T07:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:23:57.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the stalking begin...</title><content type='html'>If you happen to be anywhere near downtown Albany... &lt;a href="http://www.wten.com/Global/story.asp?s=10223163" target="_blank"&gt;they are making a movie &lt;/a&gt;.  Not only any movie, but an Angelina Jolie movie.  They are filming some car crash scenes  in the upcoming movie Salt for the next few days....and closing down much of 787.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will confirm or deny if Angelina is involved in any of the filming, but if anyone has some free time on their hands...head on down and see if you can find her, her lips and her million bajillion kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully for me.  I have no reason to have to go to Albany at all in the next few days.  That place is going to be a zoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-9198439122704316637?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/9198439122704316637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=9198439122704316637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/9198439122704316637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/9198439122704316637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-stalking-begin.html' title='Let the stalking begin...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-8051978241979263027</id><published>2009-04-21T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:58:35.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Sarcastic Reasons Why Gay Marriage is WRONG!</title><content type='html'>I snagged this list from someone on Facebook who snagged it from someone who snagged it from someone....so, read on and ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Brittany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-8051978241979263027?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/8051978241979263027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=8051978241979263027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8051978241979263027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8051978241979263027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-sarcastic-reasons-why-gay-marriage.html' title='10 Sarcastic Reasons Why Gay Marriage is WRONG!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7166914570442950109</id><published>2009-04-21T09:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:38:19.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random sports stuff...and free or almost free stuff!</title><content type='html'>Hey all...if you like to Run on Dunkin'...and let's face it, who doesn't?  &lt;a href="http://www.dunkindonuts.com" target="_blank"&gt;Dunkin Donuts&lt;/a&gt; is proclaiming today ICED COFFEE DAY and in celebration they are selling their iced coffees for 50 cents.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems pretty cool...eh....well, not as cool as the awesomely awesome people over at Ben and Jerry's.  You see today is &lt;a href="http://benandjerrys.com/scoop-shops/feature/free-cone-day/" target="_blank"&gt;FREE ICE CREAM&lt;/a&gt; day.  It's not 50 cent ice cream day...but FFFFFRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!  So, if there is a Ben &amp; Jerry's near you...go out and grab a cone.  I don't care how cold and dreary and rainy it might be.  FREE ICE CREAM PEOPLE!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other random factoids....let's see, I made it through Marijuana Appreciation Day aka 4/20 without having to listen to too many people tell blather on about how pot is the best thing like EVER.  Most people know my job is working with the courts on alcohol and substance abuse offenders...so, I am well versed in that argument.  We did see that NY State is moving forward on legislation to legalize medical marijuana.  And just because the law makers are super duper cute, they wanted to introduce this legislation until yesterday.  I actually wouldn't be horrible against medical marijuana...as long as it doesn't become the ridiculous farce that is California.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I can't go without saying that it was a good day in Boston sports yesterday.  It started with the Red Sox finishing a sweep of the poor, sad Baltimore Orioles with a &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/redsox/extras/extra_bases/2009/04/updates_soxos.html" target="_blank"&gt;12-1 smackdown of a win&lt;/a&gt;.  Then that was followed up by a Bruins &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/sports/hockey/bruins/extras/bruins_blog/2009/04/bruins_vs_canad_1.html" target="_blank"&gt;4-2 victory&lt;/a&gt; over the Canadiens.  The Bruins are now leading the series 3-0.  It's great for Boston fans...so whoo hoo for them, but in all honesty...hockey is not only not my sport, I might loathe it.  And then the final victory of the trifecta is that the Boston Celtics &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/sports/basketball/celtics/extras/celtics_blog/2009/04/final_celtics_1_8.html" target="_blank"&gt;came from behind and beat the Chicago Bulls 118-115&lt;/a&gt;.  They are tied 1-1 in the series and headed to Chicago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings about the basketball....well, they are a tad conflicted.  I'm not even sure conflicted is the right word.  I grew up a huge NBA fan.  It was my sport long before baseball came into my life and took its place.  And, I grew up a Bulls fan...long before Michael Jordan was the god he is and long before they started winning all those championships.  I have many many many Bulls t-shirts in the back of my closet...hats from every time they won a championship.  I also have the most unfashionable Bulls jacket ever...which I used to wear on a daily basis.  I fell out of love with basketball during my late college years...grad school years.  I moved to Indiana and paid attention to the Pacers a little bit, but then took my attention to college ball (it's a requirement in Indiana and all).  My rabid love of all things NBA and all things Bulls...was no longer there.  I am still a passive fan...and enjoying watching a good game.  I like to catch games when I can, but I don't care nearly as much as I used to.  Baseball is my new boyfriend and basketball is often my jilted ex...who I give a passing glance to every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...in my heart of hearts, I am still a Bulls fan.  Are they the team they once were?  No, not even close...and they probably will never be again.  But, does a large part of my heart absolutely love that they are coming in and giving the Celtics a HUGE run for their money...oh YEAH!  In the end, the Celtics "should" win this series...injuries or no injuries, but my basketball heart is still rooting for those Chicago Bulls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7166914570442950109?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7166914570442950109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7166914570442950109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7166914570442950109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7166914570442950109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-sports-stuffand-free-or-almost.html' title='Random sports stuff...and free or almost free stuff!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-5718609804809060810</id><published>2009-04-19T10:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:05:26.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Baseball Gods!</title><content type='html'>I got the lucky privilege to catch 2 baseball games yesterday. I first watching the Cleveland Indians take on the NY Yankees in the new stadium.  I figured I watch for a little bit and then find something more entertaining to do...like trim my toe nails, etc.  Well...I found nothing more entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yankees not only not only lost, but got their asses handed to them.  The Indians scored 14...yes that is right FOURTEEN runs in the 2nd inning.  And went on to win the game 22-4.  It wasn't just a loss...it was a destruction.  I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.  Maybe that makes me a bad sports fan, but if so...I'll take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://starsandsons.tumblr.com/post/97796740/yankee-fail" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh21/shelley1005/nyyboxscore041809.jpg" alt="Yankee Fail" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat tip to &lt;a href="http://starsandsons.tumblr.com/post/97796740/yankee-fail" target="_blank"&gt;Stars and Son&lt;/a&gt; for the actual pic of the scoreboard.  Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not when the Baseball Gods stopped with the baseball gifts.  Then, it gave us this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boston.redsox.mlb.com/news/wrap.jsp?ymd=20090418&amp;amp;content_id=4332952&amp;amp;vkey=wrapup2005&amp;amp;fext=.jsp&amp;amp;team=home&amp;amp;c_id=bos" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 106px;" src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh21/shelley1005/redsox041909-1-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshie Beckett aka Commander Kick-Ass was on the mound again...this time with a lot less controversy.  He pitched 5 out of 6 stellar innings.  He did struggle in the 5th.  My theory, Brad Penny got a tad too close to him in the dugout and some of his bad mojo rubbed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is Youk.  Good lord, he was spectacular.  He did plunked in the head by a mean fastball the day before, but that can not stop the force that is Youk.  He had 4 hits on the evening....a single, 2 doubles and a homerun.  ROCK ON!  He basically took the Red Sox on his back and brought us a win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more tidbit just because I find it hilarious.  The Orioles at one point...intentionally walked Jason Varitek.  That's right...wake in fear...of Tek and his amazing hitting ability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the baseball gods continue to shine down upon us..in today's game when Johnny Lester takes the mound looking for his first win of the season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's GO RED SOX!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-5718609804809060810?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/5718609804809060810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=5718609804809060810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5718609804809060810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5718609804809060810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-baseball-gods.html' title='Thank You Baseball Gods!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-2575687472508408104</id><published>2009-04-15T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:47:42.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tax Day!</title><content type='html'>I'm a tired kid today.  I might have been insane and stayed up until the wee hours of the morning watching a Sox game...that didn't start until 10pm and didn't end until 2:30am.  And the kicker...the Sox lost.  I was basically walking around my office like a zombie.  It was good times, especially since I am not one to drown my tiredness in caffeine, so I just trudged through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did workout though.  I was going to skip it since I was so exhausted, but...that's no good.  I got home from work and rocked the elliptical while watching the Sox game.  This time...Tim Wakefield was a pitching god and they won...and won big.  Plus, the game was over at 6pm.  I can actually sleep tonight.  Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yep, today is tax day.  I know for most...it's probably not happy.  I'm one of those early filers, so I've not only filed my taxes, gotten my return and spent it.  I didn't spend it on anything exciting...I just paid bills and made an extra payment on my student loans.  I know...exciting, eh?  The day came and went...and nothing was really different for me.  Except of course...making teabagging jokes ALL day long.  I just LOVE the idea of Republicans all going to protests which can easily be called "teabagging parties."  In fact, I wish they would have teabagging parties EVERY single day.  They should be taped and put on youtube.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...time for tired Shelley to go to bed.  Of course, after I watch the drama that is The Real World Road Rules Challenge.  No crazy fights...yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-2575687472508408104?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2575687472508408104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=2575687472508408104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2575687472508408104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2575687472508408104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-tax-day.html' title='Happy Tax Day!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4785917107093762411</id><published>2009-04-14T09:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:43:10.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review:  Doubt</title><content type='html'>I knew I would love &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0918927/" target="_blank"&gt;Doubt&lt;/a&gt; before I even put the DVD in.  In fact, I knew I would love it before I even knew what it was about.  Why?  Easy..two reasons...&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000450/" target="_blank"&gt;Philip Seymour Hoffman&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000658/" target="_blank"&gt;Meryl Streep&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoffman is one of my favorite actors ever.  I think he spent much of his career being highly underrated and now...he's getting the praise that he quite deserves.  To me, he...not Jim Carrey is the new version of Tom Hanks.  Hoffman is a guy who was known for quirky and comedic roles, but no one walked around claiming he was a great actor.  Then, he does Capote and everyone takes notice of the fella...and now he is being offered roles that no one ever would have considered him for before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for Meryl Streep.  Yes, it is true that I can never tell Meryl Streep and Glenn Close apart.  If you ask me who was in a movie that one of them was in...I get this puzzled look on my face and then take a stabbing guess.  More proof...I wrote this whole entry referencing Glenn Close...only to look up Doubt on imdb.com and see that it was in fact Meryl Streep in this role...and had to go back and change everything.  101 Dalmations.  Glenn Close?  Devil Wears Prada. Meryl Streep??  Fatal Attraction.  Glenn...wait..was it Meryl??  Which one was in Stepford Wives??  Oh who knows...  Anyways....love them both since in my brain they are the same person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...back to Doubt.  I usually love stage adaptions to film.  This movie was no different.  It told the story of a nun (Streep) investigating a possible relationship between a priest (Hoffman) and one of his altar boys.  It was set in the past, but also very timely given all the goings on with the Catholic Church.  The story is told in a way where you can see and identify with everyone involved....with the priest who is going out of his way to connect with an isolated boy and doesn't appreciate his authority being questioned by a woman, but who also might be hiding a dark and sinister secret.  The nun who wants to protect all the children in her school, but also is infuriated by a system that values her less because of her gender.  And a wided eyed naive nun (Amy Adams) who is conflicted between what did and did not happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found most interesting about this movie is that the story does not lay out in front of you whether or not the priest was in fact molesting the little boy.  It leaves it to the mind of the viewer to decide.  I have heard people argue both sides...and know they are right and know there are right without a "doubt."  What it does is highlight the problem and how in many ways the system of the Catholic church keeps the problem in the dark and shadows.  I read a little bit about the movie and play online...and heard that the director only told Philip Seymour Hoffman if he did it or not and intentionally kept the rest of the cast in the dark.  He didn't want to tip his hat and therefore color their performances.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all...one of the best movies I have seen in a long time.  It sure was better than the other movie I watched this weekend, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0960731/" target="_blank"&gt;Bedtime Stories&lt;/a&gt;, but that goes without saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4785917107093762411?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4785917107093762411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4785917107093762411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4785917107093762411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4785917107093762411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-review-doubt.html' title='Movie Review:  Doubt'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7283986375638479046</id><published>2009-04-13T10:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:31:44.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Want a cup o' tea?</title><content type='html'>Happy Monday all...it's a happy Monday for me because I have the day off work.  I am spending the day cleaning and puttering around the house.  I also might buy some 50% off candy too...since I love candy and cheap candy is even better.  The funny thing...I didn't eat any candy on Easter and probably won't for a few weeks, but cheap is still cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out running errands this morning and saw a little station wagon driving around with a sign in their back window advertising for the "Tea Party" on April 15th.  Here is a &lt;a href="http://taxdayteaparty.com/" target="_blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to a site that explains what these tea parties are all about.  It's basically saying government is out of control and that the "tax and spend" mentality needs to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, am I planning to go to one of these tea parties???  Umm...hell no.  One of my co-workers...one of the secretaries who is quite the conservative, Republican plans on going to one of the local tea parties.  (I made a reference to her tea bagging it on the 15th...and the fact that she had no idea what I was talking about just made it even more hilarious).  She asked if I was going...and I responded that I have no interest in that at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't.  Yes, I do think our government spending is too much...but I also think that we are backed into a corner and have no choice.  Democrats are known for being the tax and spenders, etc.  However...the trouble we are in is because the Republicans have been just spenders.  Our debt has continued to rack up while we are at war and our economy is tanking.  There are no easy or good solutions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants their taxes raised, but in reality...I wouldn't mind because I know it is what needs to be done.  We have to get our checkbook as a nation in balance.  We can't keep pushing this debt off on future generations.  We have to be willing to sacrifice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that drives me batty about these "tea parties" is that it is this protest planned by mostly those lovely Republicans.  I don't mind people protesting...it's one of the great things about this country.  We get to voice our dissent.  However, this is by the same people who clammered on and on during the Bush administration that anyone who did not support the President was Anti-American.  I can remember this same secretary at work rolling her eyes at me and telling me that not supporting Bush was unacceptable.  She told me he was our President and so we need to support his policies as a nation.  But with Obama...she is strutting around so proud of her tea bag protest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody have any thoughts on these tea parties?  Agree or disagree?  Maybe I have it all wrong and I just haven't heard the right point of view yet.  Let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7283986375638479046?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7283986375638479046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7283986375638479046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7283986375638479046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7283986375638479046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/want-cup-o-tea.html' title='Want a cup o&apos; tea?'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4899560721951337700</id><published>2009-04-12T11:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:01:21.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter to all...</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter to all out there in the internets.  And for those who are curious...I ended up not going to church.  I got up early enough to make it, but decided against it.  I had a feeling I wouldn't be going, but wasn't going to decide until I got up this morning.  When I was shopping yesterday, I felt the need to buy a new outfit if I was going to go to church...and that was always the issue my mom and I had with Easer church to begin with.  I know my church kicks arse and wouldn't think anything of Shelley arriving without a new, springy outfit, but it's just the idea that is automatically in my head.  I'll be back to going next week and all.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned...I gave up pizza and candy for Lent.  I also committed to going to church each week of Lent and putting more money in the plate.  I was successful at all my Lent commitments.  There were a few times I would have liked some yummy candy...and of course, I always want pizza.  I've always said I kind of use God when it comes to Lent....and it's very true.  It's a great motivator....to keep things that should be out of your diet anyways.  And, it doesn't let food pushers get all over you.  If someone offers me pizza or candy, etc...once you mention "giving it up for Lent" they tend to stop with the offers.  So...thanks God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really appreciate the commitment to going to church.  I tend to miss about once a month and I like 6 weeks of going no matter what.  I'm tired...still going.  I'm cranky...still going.  I just don't feel it...still going.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see any more interesting Easter blatherings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tonyhawk" target="_blank"&gt;Tony Hawk&lt;/a&gt; is going an interesting easter egg hunt on Twitter.  He's hidden eggs all over the country and it putting out messages about where they are...and then people tweet when they found them.  It's pretty cool.  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....easter folk...what is your fav kind of easter candy????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is easy...no doubt.  It is Cadbury Mini Eggs.  If I didn't give it up during Lent, I would easily eat my body weight in those little suckers.  I love Peeps too, but they don't hold a candle to those creamy, yummy mini eggs with the crunchy candy shell!  Mmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4899560721951337700?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4899560721951337700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4899560721951337700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4899560721951337700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4899560721951337700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-to-all.html' title='Happy Easter to all...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-1821772312625873693</id><published>2009-04-11T19:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:54:28.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday Tek!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you!  That's right today is &lt;a href="http://boston.redsox.mlb.com/team/player.jsp?player_id=123660" target="_blank"&gt;Jason Varitek&lt;/a&gt;'s, the catcher and captain of the Boston Red Sox, 37th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boston.redsox.mlb.com/team/player.jsp?player_id=123660" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h150/samandjonsmom/jason.jpg" border="0" alt="Jason Varitek"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did the Sox give him for his birthday?  They gave him a nail biter of a victory 5-4 over the Angels.  Mikey Lowell gave him a home run and just to show him up Jason Bay gave him a pair of home runs.  And to top it off, Jonathan Papelbon gave him an ulcer and a heart attack and he barely got through the 9th inning with the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Tek!  And many more....hopefully with the Sox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-1821772312625873693?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/1821772312625873693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=1821772312625873693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1821772312625873693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1821772312625873693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-bday-tek.html' title='Happy Bday Tek!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4851097909454152554</id><published>2009-04-10T08:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:08:40.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The tragedy of lives cut short.</title><content type='html'>It was in the news and on the internet today that the Anaheim Angels Rookie &lt;a href="http://losangeles.angels.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20090409&amp;amp;content_id=4179446&amp;amp;vkey=news_ana&amp;amp;fext=.jsp&amp;amp;c_id=ana" target="_blank"&gt;Nick Adenhart was tragically killed by a hit and run driver&lt;/a&gt; in the early hours of the morning on Thursday. 3 people in total died in that crash, Nick and 2 other passengers in the car. Nick was 22...the two others were 20 and 27. He had just pitched his first start in the major leagues and pitched 6 scoreless innings. This should have been one of the best days of his life...one of many to come, but it ended up as a tragedy for him, his family, his fans...and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I heard how the accident went down...I knew the driver had to be under the influence of something. The way he ran from the scene. Nothing else made a lick of sense. Some time last night, it was reported that the driver of the car that hit Nick was under the influence of alcohol and over the limit. The police also reported that he had previously been charged with DUIs and had his licensed revoked because of the convictions. He has not been charged yet, but they expected charges of vehicular manslaughter if not murder, hit and run and DUI.  He also killed 3 people and he is going to have to LIVE with that the rest of his life...hopefully in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am incredibly saddened by this news...that three young people's lives were cut so short because of the reckless and preventable actions of another person. Unfortunately, I know it happens everyday...and it is more in the news because one of the victims was a professional athlete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am saddened...I am also incredibly angry. Most people know what I do for a living. I am a social worker...who works with the courts with people with drug and alcohol offenses. A large bulk of my job is evaluating people who have gotten DWIs and recommending them for treatment as part of their case. What is maddening to me...MADDENING...is that the system also helped this situation to happen. Unfortunately...DWIs are often not taken seriously by the people who commit them and the court systems. Most people do not get much consequences at all for driving under the influence. They might get a couple of classes or have their license suspended or revoked. In many cases, someone with repeated DWIs does not get much in terms of consequences until they hurt themselves or someone else. This case is just another example in a long line. The guy had his license taken away, but that doesn't stop him from turning the key on his car and driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's use NY as an example since that is what I am most familiar with. When someone gets their first DWI...usually in the courts, it is pled down to a DWAI (Driving While Ability Impaired). It moved from a misdemeanor to a violation (such as a speeding ticket, etc). The person often has to attend an education class or a MADD/SADD program. Their license is usually suspended, but they are eligible for a conditional license to go to work and appointments. It is rarely checked if that is all they are using their license for. Sometimes they are required to go to treatment...sometimes not. And if they refuse, the most jail time they could get is 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...let's say this person gets a 2nd DWI. NY State Law says that more than 1 DWI in 10 years would make it a Felony DWI. Does this person in this example get a felony DWI? No. They get charged with a misdemeanor DWI- 1st Offense. Why? Because they were never convicted of a DWI in the last one because it was pled down to a violation. I've seen people get 4,5,6 DWIs and still get charged with a DWI- 1st Offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And much like this situation...that is just a tragic accident waiting to happen. There is no other word to describe it but maddening....especially since it is preventable. If people thought something bad might actually happen to THEM if they drove drunk...it might make a different. And for those who obviously have a problem with alcohol, treatment should be a requirement and not something that can be "gotten out of" in court. I could give you countless examples in my own community of people who discounted DWIs over and over again...until they killed someone. At that point, people clammer at how out of control it is, but unfortunately we aren't doing anything about it when it is within out control. I'm saddened and also incredibly angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for Nick's family and friends. He was 22 and had the whole world to live for. His dreams were just starting to come true. MLB cancelled the Angels game last night...and congrats to them for doing the right thing and allowing that team and the community to mourn. Tonight, the Red Sox play the Angels in Anaheim. That is going to be a game that is just depressing...with a park full of broken hearts. I usually always root hardcore for the Sox...no matter what. During the next 3 games, I honestly don't care who wins...and a huge part of my heart wants the Angels to win. It won't replace what they lost, but it might be a healing moment for them...when they can cheer their team to victory and enjoy the game of baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Nick Adenhart. The game will continue on, but it lost a heck of a great player and man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4851097909454152554?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4851097909454152554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4851097909454152554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4851097909454152554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4851097909454152554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/tragedy-of-lives-cut-short.html' title='The tragedy of lives cut short.'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-2353214889822677193</id><published>2009-04-09T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:46:16.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To go or not to go??</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if I am going to go to church this Sunday or not.  I know that seems so backwards to what a lot of people do.  There is a segment of the church going population...who don't go weekly, but make it on Easter and Christmas.  I used to always go on Christmas, but I haven't for the past few years since I am in Florida with my brother and his family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started going to church regularly with my mom when I was about 13 or so.  Actually, my brother and I were never baptized as babies, so we were baptized then when we joined the church.  A lot of people think that is bizarre as well...but I am really grateful for it.  I have a distinct memory of my baptism...and it was a conscience choice of MINE instead of something my parents did because of the whole fear of original sin and all that mumbo jumbo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I was off on a tangent.  The whole time I was going to church with my mom, we never went on Easter.  It always felt like a status and fashion show more than about Jesus and God and the resurrection.  It was about who's kid has the prettiest dress and what not.  So, we decided to skip it...stay home...and probably eat way too much Easter candy.  It was a tradition...of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was the first Easter without my mom...and I planned on not going to church, but then decided to go and just see what it was like.  I go to the early morning service (8:30am), so it is a much more non-traditional service.  There are less people there and it tends to be more casual.  I was pleasantly surprised when I went last year.  People were dressed nicer than they usually do...but no real fanfare.  Also, it is not the service where people usually bring their kids...so it didn't have the fashion show of cute little adorable children in their new Easter outfits.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I still haven't decided....am I going to skip church on this holy Easter or go.  I'm basically 50/50 on it.  Maybe I'll just wait to decide until Sunday morning when I wake up...bright eyed and bushy tailed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-2353214889822677193?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2353214889822677193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=2353214889822677193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2353214889822677193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2353214889822677193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='To go or not to go??'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-3564076757556325221</id><published>2009-04-08T20:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:55:09.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Locks of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s112/cad_love80/LocksOfLove.gif" border="0" alt="Locks Of Love"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been growing out my hair forEVER...or at least it seems.  It's been at least a year...no fooling.  I've donated my hair to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt; twice before and decided to do it again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always forget those last few months when I absolutely hate my hair and there is so much of it that there is no hiding.  It attacks me from all sides...and even gets too long to put into a bun well.  It's been like that for a couple months now...maybe longer.  I remember wanting to cut it badly before I went to Florida in December.  I measured my hair and it wasn't long enough yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over 3 months later....and my haircut was finally here.  They cut off 10 or 11 inches and then I got a nice cut with some long layers and layering around my fair.  It's just above my shoulders.  It can still get scooped up into a ponytail...be it a small ponytail, but none the less.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to be one of my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; friends...I put a before and after picture there.  If you're not my friend on FB...well, shame on you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-3564076757556325221?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/3564076757556325221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=3564076757556325221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3564076757556325221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3564076757556325221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/locks-of-love.html' title='Locks of Love'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4514051737221035655</id><published>2009-04-07T19:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:09:10.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Day Take 2</title><content type='html'>So, this morning I woke up...and had this in my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redsox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh21/shelley1005/redsoxopeningday09-1.jpg" alt="Red Sox Opening Day" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;170 days since October 19th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55.2 inches of snow in Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34 games in Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Opening Day postponement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's about time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELCOME TO 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Friends at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Boston Red Sox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Opening Day was NO TEASE.  There was a game and it was awesome.  The game started right at 4pm...which meant I got to see the whole thing.  I bought the &lt;a href="http://www.mlb.tv/" target="_blank"&gt;mlb.tv&lt;/a&gt; package, so even though NY wasn't carrying the game...I watched all 9 innings.  It's well worth the cash...let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the mound for Boston was their ace, Josh Beckett....aka...Captain Kickass.  And that's just what he did...KICKED SOME ASS!  The Sox won 5-3.  Beckett struck out 10 batters and only allowed 2 hits.  It was a great way start the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS JOSH...You ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i725.photobucket.com/albums/ww251/NEPatriotgirl83/beckett.jpg" alt="josh beckett Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4514051737221035655?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4514051737221035655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4514051737221035655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4514051737221035655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4514051737221035655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/opening-day-take-2.html' title='Opening Day Take 2'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-1379902320697096200</id><published>2009-04-07T08:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:38:27.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to YOU!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you....&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you....&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear RYAN....&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i693.photobucket.com/albums/vv296/2009Virgos/Happy_Birthday.png" border="0" alt="Happy Birthday Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's right....today is my brother's birthday.  He's all the way down in Sunny Florida, so I can't give him a big ol' hug and wish him happy birthday in person, so this, an ecard, a phone call will have to do.  I don't think he even reads this blog, but if he does...HEY...and even if he doesn't...the world (and by world I mean the 3 people who read this rambling blog)should know it is my brother's birthday.  Now, unlike &lt;a href="http://justanotherjen.com/?p=102" target="_blank"&gt;some people&lt;/a&gt;...I won't announce how old my big brother is and all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ry...I hope you enjoy the day and celebrate to the limit!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-1379902320697096200?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/1379902320697096200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=1379902320697096200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1379902320697096200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1379902320697096200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to YOU!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-3174283704493558845</id><published>2009-04-06T10:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:08:39.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;%&amp;^$&amp;^%&amp;</title><content type='html'>So, that rumor on the internet about today being OPENING DAY...was actually false.  It is &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/redsox/extras/extra_bases/2009/04/game_postponed_5.html" target="_blank"&gt;not opening day&lt;/a&gt;...it is the tease that was supposed to be opening day, but it is not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because rain can SUCK IT!  That's why.  It's basically gonna pour all day long all over the east coast.  Rain and baseball are not friends...so, the game will be postponed until tomorrow at 4:05pm.  If that game gets postponed or cancelled...I might go on a killing rampage.  Just sayin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I will try to find a silver lining in the sucktastic news that Opening Day is in fact NOT Opening Day...I guess it is good that I can catch the game tomorrow and not have to sneak outta work early like I would have had to today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver lining or not.  Rain....I used to like you.  I used to like playing outside and frolicking around with ya.  No longer.  We've broken up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Go Sox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i582.photobucket.com/albums/ss265/photomasta911/BOS.png" border="0" alt="BOSTON RED SOX RULE Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-3174283704493558845?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/3174283704493558845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=3174283704493558845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3174283704493558845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3174283704493558845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-that-rumor-on-internet-about-today.html' title='&amp;%&amp;^$&amp;^%&amp;'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-3108314765334475983</id><published>2009-04-06T07:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:22:14.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I heard a rumor...</title><content type='html'>Yep, I heard a rumor....from some guy out on the internet...that there is something special about today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q246/pghbuccos/Red%20Sox/fanpack09psched.jpg" border="0" alt="2009 Fan Pack Schedule Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right...today is Opening Day for the 2009 Boston Red Sox Season.  They are playing today at 2pm at Fenway Park against the Tampa Bay (Devil) Rays.  I am sure it might be a cold afternoon, but who cares...IT'S BASEBALL!  I wish I lived in Boston and was able to be at the game...or even around the atmosphere of the game.  Someday...someday.  I'll settle for watching the game on the TV and rooting on the Sox from home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S GO RED SOX!!!!  Game on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-3108314765334475983?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/3108314765334475983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=3108314765334475983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3108314765334475983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3108314765334475983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-heard-rumor.html' title='I heard a rumor...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q246/pghbuccos/Red%20Sox/th_fanpack09psched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-1384942745323172177</id><published>2009-04-05T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:32:19.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Seven Pounds</title><content type='html'>I got my Netflix movies in the mail this week.  I got a couple more discs of How I Met Your Mother and I also got the movie Seven Pounds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, I was watching a Red Sox spring training game...against the NY Mets at the new Citi Field stadium.  It was raining all day in NY, so I am surprised the game got played at all.  About halfway through the game...the sky opened up and it was raining buckets.  It's spring training...and we're in a rain delay.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I snagged a DVD and started watching while the rain was pouring down on NYC.  I decided to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0814314/" target="_blank"&gt;Seven Pounds&lt;/a&gt; since I adore Will Smith and people told me it was a good movie.  I had a pretty good idea what the movie was about, but I wasn't sure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got about 30 or 40 minutes in...and the rain delay was over and the game was back on.  At that point, I was not a fan of the movie.  I wasn't even sure I was going to keep watching.  Why?  Well...in the beginning the movie was relying heavily on non-linear storytelling.  It kept flipping back and forth in Will Smith's life between pre and post tragedy while just alluding to the tragedy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I LOVE non-linear storylines and sometimes they bug the bejesus out of me.  Since Momento came out, I tend to think people overuse it A LOT in order to make their movie more shocking or artsy, etc.  Also, if there is not a specific point to having the audience confused...other than it being a cute movie making trick you can use, then I usually get annoyed with it really quickly.  So, at this point...I was not really enjoying being confused about what was going on and why...and not seeing where it was going and why this type of storytelling was important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I took the break...watched the game.  Game over.  Sox lost.  Back to movie.  I figured I am far enough in that I should see if it all pays off in the end.  Plus, I still really adore Will Smith.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in the movie...it really picked up and had a nice flow.  One, they moved away for the most part from the non-lineral storytelling.  There were still little spots of it, but not every 2 seconds.  Plus, Rosario Dawson's character was really making a presence in the movie.  She sold this movie for me.  She's spectacular.  I was completely sucked into whatever was going on with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all...when the credits rolled.  I thought the movie was great.  It's a really interesting and lovely story about pain, loss, regret and acts of kindness and love.  I thought Will Smith really brought out so many different things in his character...and Rosario Dawson, as I stated above...is just amazing in the role.  I wasn't too impressed with her before.  I thought she was pretty and funny in movies like Clerks 2, but didn't see her as a serious actress.  I sure do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice...rent it, watch it.  I am glad I didn't ditch it halfway through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-1384942745323172177?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/1384942745323172177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=1384942745323172177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1384942745323172177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1384942745323172177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-review-seven-pounds.html' title='Movie Review: Seven Pounds'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-3617997853040332964</id><published>2009-04-04T12:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:52:32.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/chirpy20/love/chem20love.jpg" alt="Sprinkle LOve Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.obsessedwithconformity.com/obsessed_with_conformity/2009/03/in-the-name-of-love.html" target="_blank"&gt;I love you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-3617997853040332964?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/3617997853040332964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=3617997853040332964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3617997853040332964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/3617997853040332964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/chirpy20/love/th_chem20love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4242826158642511797</id><published>2009-04-03T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:31:03.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Madonna got denied....why?</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid...I loved Madonna.  I listened to her music and danced around like a tool around my living room.  I wore those cheesy little bracelets because Madonna wears them and Madonna was super duper cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As both Madonna and myself have gotten older...I am not as big a fan as I used to be.  I still think the woman can sing...and has carved out a nice career for herself, even if her music isn't really my cup of tea anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20269883,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;Madonna&lt;/a&gt; has been making the press lately...no, she's not back on with A-Rod.  It's because she wants to adopt a little girl in Malawi named Mercy.  She and her then husband adopted David from Malawi a couple of years ago.  She petitioned to adopt a second child...and the government denied her because she doesn't have a 18 month residency requirement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find interesting...is the negative press and backlash Madonna has been getting about these adoptions.  People are joking about her...as a woman and as a mother.  People are talking about how she shouldn't be able to adopt this child...any child.  The Malawi govt is saying she is not within the rules....hmm, well they were willing to slide on the rules last time.  Why?  If I remember correctly...she donated a few million dollars to their govt.  So, is it that she isn't appropriate or is it that she didn't rain money down on them this time???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Madonna is sometimes controversial and makes the gossip columns, etc...but can anyone really say with any validity that the woman is not a good mother?  I have a feeling if Angelina wanted to adopt every single child in the country of Malawi...they would be welcoming her with open arms.  Am I wrong?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen her with all of her children...and they look healthy and happy.  There is a pic in the linked article with Madonna and her adopted son David.  Doesn't he look better off than if he was still living in poverty and disease...with no real family to speak of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Madonna well...and hope that people wake up and come to their senses.  Their is a beautiful little girl who would be well loved and taken care of in Madonna's home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4242826158642511797?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4242826158642511797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4242826158642511797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4242826158642511797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4242826158642511797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/madonna-got-deniedwhy.html' title='Madonna got denied....why?'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7338261210361154806</id><published>2009-04-01T13:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:39:04.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April Fools...</title><content type='html'>Happy Pranksters Day all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In past years...I have written a blog all about some horrific thing only to finish it with an APRIL FOOLS tagline.  I thought about it...but I think it's a sign of just how old I am getting that I am no longer creative enough to think of anything that someone might buy...and I am such a skeptic that I don't think anyone would believe it anyways.  I could pretend I just got a job in Iceland and now have to move, but who would buy that.  I could announce I flew to Vegas last night and got married to K-Fed, but come on?  I could say that after decades of insanity...this NYer finally woke up and left the Red Sox in favor of the Yankees, but we all know that is NEVER going to happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...little ol' me will just say Happy April Fools and leave it at that.  One thing that IS interesting about April Fools is that it makes me believe no one...at all...about anything.  I don't believe any story anyone tells me.  I don't believe anything I read in the paper.  I definitely don't believe anything I read on the internet.  I basically think everyone is full of it today.  So, if you have a funny and interesting story to tell me...tell me TOMORROW because I will just roll my eyes and call you a liar today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my &lt;a href="http://www.redsox.com" target="_blank"&gt;Red Sox&lt;/a&gt; update of the we'll say week....I talk about baseball and the Red Sox about 24/7, but rarely blog about it.  The first official game that counts is next Monday at Fenway against the Tampa Bay (Devil) Rays.  I wish I could be there...even though Fenway is probably gonna be pretty crisp and cold at 7pm.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the Sox and Rays played a dress rehearsal for Opening Day.   The Sox had their last game in Fort Myers before heading for 2 more road games in FL and then up to NYC to play 2 games against the Mets at the new park.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sox started off that game against the Rays shaky.  Clay Buchholz got taken pretty early and the Rays had a 5-0 lead.  The Sox came alive a smidge and it went to a Rays 5-2 lead.  Then the Rays sucker punched us again and it went to a Rays 7-2 lead.  So, who won the game?  The Sox did....they score 3 runs in both the 7th and 8th innings to lead the game 8-7.  What I find interesting...is that is the same score of the infamous Game 5 of the ACLS when Boston came back to beat the Rays after being down 7-0.  The Rays must have felt like they were being punked...and that made me chuckle inside.  This Rays team is good...no doubt, but so are the Sox and they never say die.  Plus...Tek got another homerun batting from the left side, so maybe not all hope is lost.  GO SOX...just try to snag the win in a little less dramatic fashion come opening day, mkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's see...any other Sox news.  Oh, I did get in a little luke warm water for calling some female fans a whore on a blog the other day.  LOL.  Actually, I did not call anyone a whore...would never do that...I said that when people go to games dressed like whores then it makes it more difficult for all female sports fans.  I still stand behind that...people judge what they see.  If I showed up for work in a pair of booty shorts and a tube top...people would judge me for what they see and not the big ol' brain in my head.  I'd be sent home and probably fired.  (Note to self:  Don't try that just to test the experiment).  For me, I get frustrated as a female who has always been into sports...watching and playing that it is often not taken seriously.  I don't know how many times I've been talking the ins and outs of sports with some guy and he stops me halfway into the conversation with some obnoxious comment like:  "Wow...you really know about the game" or "Who taught you about baseball/basketball/football, etc???"  Umm..I watched, played and learned just like you. Anyways...all I was saying is that women who go to the games wearing little to no clothing...help that stereotype that the only reason women watch sports is because the athletes are cute or because their boyfriend likes it or because they are looking for a date in the stands, etc.  /rant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7338261210361154806?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7338261210361154806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7338261210361154806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7338261210361154806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7338261210361154806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-april-fools.html' title='Happy April Fools...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-794889791534577215</id><published>2009-03-30T10:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:55:38.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a rainy, gloomy Monday...</title><content type='html'>It's a rainy Monday morning here in Upstate, NY.  It's one of those days when you just wanna call in "gloomy", stay in your PJs and just lounge under the covers in bed.  I didn't...I was a good little girl and went to work, but I didn't want to.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated on my health/weight loss goals and what not lately.  I think that part of that is quite intentional.  If you've been reading my blog for any length of time...you know that it is basically ALL I talked about last year while I was losing weight.  Seriously?  It's as if it was the only important thing to report in my life....and in what way is that any kind of good?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I lost a bajillion million pounds...and settled into the "healthy" world...I got a little too comfortable...too cocky and low and behold, I gained some weight back.  SHOCKING...I know.  I stopped fitting into some clothes and stopped feeling good about how I looked...even though I was still light years away from the unhealthy that I was a couple of years ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since about February I decided to get back on the healthy train.  I needed to recommit to working out...and just being more mindful of what I put into my mouth.  I didn't need to obsess about it or do any kind of dramatic weight loss plan...just not decide that eating a bag of M&amp;Ms is a good dinner choice, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far...so good.  I've gotten back to working out a good 4-5 days a week.  My elliptical and I are back to a healthy relationship.  (I am SO happy I bought it...it's made all the difference in the world).  I also plan ahead what I am going to eat.  I still eat a large variety of food...and it all tastes pretty yummy...it just no longer is candy and chips and a pint of ice cream.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking at some of the mental mind fucks that my last diet did to me...and working on correcting it.  Example #1:  I often consider fruit to be unhealthy or off limits almost instinctually.  Really?  Seriously?  In what world is fruit unhealthy or something that should be avoided?  Well, in a low carb world.  So, I tend to gravitate towards veggies and neglect my fruit friends.  I am working on adding in fresh and frozen fruits into my diet.  Let's face is...no one gains weight or gets fat because they ate too many bananas.  lol  Example #2:  When I look at the nutritional labels, I immediately look at the carbs in it first.  Another side effect of counting carbs and doing a low carb plan.  Carbs are not the devil and are not evil.  Certain types of carbs are to be avoided...simple sugars and refined carbs.  Carbs are good though.  They are fuel.  I still need to keep an eye on my carbs because I am a vegetarian and so I can easily eat 95% of my calories from carbs...and end up not getting enough protein, but at the same time...I need to stop seeing carbs as the enemy.  When I pick carbs...I just need to pick the right ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of weight loss, I am doing well.  I'm losing on average about 2 lbs per week.  I want to lose I think about 20 lbs.  This time, I don't care as much about the weight.  I want to fit back into a pair of pants and a couple of shirts.  Once I get there...who cares what the number is on the scale...I'm done, I'm there.  ta da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to get back to street jogging.  I'm rocking the elliptical, but haven't braved the outside and the elements yet this year.  I missed a race in March because I wasn't ready for it...which made me sad.  But, I also know there are more events and races coming up in the spring/summer.  I just need to convince my booty to get outside and get jogging.  The weather is warming up...so the time is a comin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy gloomy Monday folks!!  Enjoy the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-794889791534577215?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/794889791534577215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=794889791534577215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/794889791534577215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/794889791534577215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainy-gloomy-monday.html' title='a rainy, gloomy Monday...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-7847219937136040846</id><published>2009-03-29T11:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:06:35.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watched some movies this weekend....</title><content type='html'>I don't often go to the movie theatres...mainly because I am cheap.  I wait for movies to come out on DVD and watch them then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have gone more often lately.  I went to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1001508/" target="_blank"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks to a month ago.  It was good..even though it reminded me why dating sometimes sucks more than life.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, I went to go see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1155056/" target="_blank"&gt;I Love You, Man.&lt;/a&gt;  It was funny and super cute.  You basically know how it is going to start before it begins, but that's ok.  I adored it.  Parts were out of control funny.  It stars Paul Rudd and Jason Segel.  Paul Rudd's character is getting married and realized that other than his fiancee, he doesn't have any friends...so he goes out in search of a best man.  He finds Segel..and lots of funny happens after that.  Rudd and Segel have a great comic timing and chemistry.  They had a few small scenes together in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0800039/" target="_blank"&gt;Forgetting Sarah Marshall&lt;/a&gt; and they were just hilarious.  If you are heading out and want to see a funny flik...I'd highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched some movies on DVD.  I watched Disney's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397892/" target="_blank"&gt;Bolt&lt;/a&gt;...which was cute for a kid's movie.  Of course, one of the voices was Miley Cyrus who I can't stand...and John Travolta who's I like other than his obsession with his crazy religion.  I think I got most excited when the voice of one of the pigeons was Nick Swardson, who is one of my favorite comedians.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1099212/" target="_blank"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;.  It's that new teeny bopper vampire movie.  I was just interested if it was any good.  I didn't have incredibly high expectations.  It's basically this generation's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093437/" target="_blank"&gt;Lost Boys&lt;/a&gt;.  I saw it....it was alright, but Lost Boys definitely kicks that movie's ass.  First of all, the vampires don't get killed by the light...their skin just changes and gets all sparkly.  So, the whole idea that you are safe until after night goes out the window.  And two, that a whole town had no idea about a family of the walking undead.  Not buying it...but it's a movie so I am going to forgive it.  The one thing that amused me and made me laugh...is the main vampire...describing himself as a vegetarian because they drink blood, but not from humans.  It made me chuckle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did I do anything else other than watching movies??  Sure.  I worked out a few times...spent some time outside since it was beautiful.  Did a bunch of laundry.  Watched some crap tv.  Went to church.  Yadda yadda yadda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-7847219937136040846?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/7847219937136040846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=7847219937136040846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7847219937136040846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/7847219937136040846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/03/watched-some-movies-this-weekend.html' title='Watched some movies this weekend....'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4801891871537746524</id><published>2009-03-26T09:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:57:23.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Food Stamps Debate</title><content type='html'>Our local newspaper had an &lt;a href="http://www.poststar.com/articles/2009/03/25/news/local/14580963.txt" target="_blank"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; yesterday about the use and abuse of the Food Stamps Program.  It's an interesting read with an even more interesting debate going on in the comments section.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent probably close to a half an hour discussing the issue with a co-worker/friend at work.  I really am of two minds when it comes to the issue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the idea of people actively abusing a system which is set in place to help them.  I know that it is done...and it might be more common than we think it is.  Of course there are people who use their food stamps money to buy only soda and chips and candy, etc.  I am sure there are some people who sell their card to someone else...so they can buy beer and cigarettes and maybe even crack.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am not sure that because some abuse a system...and that they are using a system which is funded by the local tax payer...I am not sure that gives us, the local person, a right to judge or decide what should or should not be in their cart when they walk up to the checkout line.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They qualified for the program...which means they make little to no money.  They are awarded an amount to be spent on food by the government which is related to their income.  The less they make...the more food stamps they get.  It can be used for anything that is classified as food.  That's the system in place.  It can be used for fresh fruits and veggies, but it can also be used for chips and soda.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it would be disheartening for me to see someone with a cart full of frozen pizzas, chips and soda.  And not one fruit, veggie, etc.  I would be disheartened no matter how that person was paying for their food.  I will admit, I am constantly looking in people's carts...and seeing what they are buying.  I am a food judger.  I often hate to see lots of processed foods in people's carts.  I am one of those believers that people should shop along the walls of the store, not the aisles...where the fresh food is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...that can be a complicated issue when you are on food stamps or on a restricted budget.  Let's be generous and say you get $80 a week...that you need to shop for a family of 4.  You could buy fresh milk, fruit, veggies, meats, etc.  And if by chance...you don't get to using that food when you need to...and it goes bad.  You end up having to throw it away.  If you buy frozen dinners, mac n cheese, chips and any other kind of junk food.  Even if you don't eat it until 2 years from now...trust me, that food is still going to be good.  That's not a good thing, but it can be for a person on a budget.  Plus, that food is easy to make, etc...and it usually is cheaper.  A bag of baby carrots at Hannaford costs almost 4 dollars.  You can get boxes of mac n' cheese for a month for that price.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article and people commented also said that the program should model after WIC...where you can only get certain items.  Ideally, I would support that.  It would be great for the program to allow people to get more healthy and nutritious items regardless of the cost.  However, it is much more difficult to manage.  Have you ever been in line behind someone who is using WIC vouchers?  It is a pain in the arse and takes FOREVER!  If I see someone in line with WIC vouchers, I usually move myself into another line.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I understand the debate...but as the tree hugging social worker, I still end up on the side of the debate that just because someone is using a goverment program doesn't mean I should be able to say what they should or should not have in their cart.  It's not my call...nor should it be.  I can advocate that the system be changed, but it doesn't mean someone else's business is now my own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4801891871537746524?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4801891871537746524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4801891871537746524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4801891871537746524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4801891871537746524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-stamps-debate.html' title='The Food Stamps Debate'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-1111204171701661331</id><published>2009-03-23T18:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:43:28.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tee, hee, hee...</title><content type='html'>I was just watching this week's episode of The Simpsons that I dvr'ed.  It was an episode about when Homer and his dad go to Ireland, buy a bar and start running it.  Shenanigans happen...and Homer and co. end up in a boatload of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore The Simpsons.  I can remember just loving the show when I was a kid...and it comes and goes now, not as funny as The Family Guy, but still hella entertaining.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I heard the best Simpsons line ever...especially being the BoSox fan that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homer says to his dad when he doesn't want him to worry as they are trying to get out of some legal trouble in Ireland:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"America is the New York Yankees of countries. Powerful and respected until the year 2000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yankees can SUCK IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-1111204171701661331?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/1111204171701661331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=1111204171701661331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1111204171701661331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1111204171701661331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/03/tee-hee-hee.html' title='tee, hee, hee...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4122655071049663379</id><published>2009-03-22T14:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:24:37.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>busy-ish weekend...</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday right??  It doesn't feel like one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saturday was all over the place busy.  I had to work this Saturday morning/afternoon.  About once a month or so, I teach an alcohol and drug education class for young people.  Mainly it is for teenagers who got caught at an underage drinking parties or with some pot, etc.  Of course, most times the teens at the class think it is ridiculous that they have to be there, etc.  This Saturday's class was chuck full of punks.  No wait, I take that back...about 3 out of 15 were punks.  I guess it is true that a few bad apples can ruin the bunch.  Most of them...at least listened and discussed the topics.  Those 3...we'll see them again in one sense or another.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got outta work...jetted home and got a quick workout in.  I was tempted to skip it, but I am glad I didn't.  It's amazing how different I feel about myself and how I look when I workout.  A couple of months ago, I was feeling huge, fat, etc...you get the picture.  Now, I feel comfortable and confident in my skin.  What's interesting is that I am heavier than I was a couple of months ago.  But...unlike before when I was in the process of having my weight creep on up...now, I am in the process of my weight creeping on down.  I think I am just happy about being healthy...and that shows.  Alright, enough of the Stuart Smalley moments....moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of my busy Saturday.  I was involved in an event/fundraiser at my church.  It was a Murder Mystery night with a Maui theme.  I was one of the characters in the mystery.  My character was Leilani, the local luau dancer in town.  It was a BLAST!  I am so happy I was asked to be a part of it...and said yes.  Was I the murderer???  Of course not...I don't have that kind of evil in me, or do I???  It was great...and reminded me of my high school and to some extent, college days...when I had more of a flair for the dramatic than I often do now.  We plan on having another one next year...and I am looking forward to being a part of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event did make me miss my mom something fierce though.  Church was always something that mom and I did together.  It was our thing.  I still sit in the same row and seats that my mom and I sat in...when I go to church.  I thought numerous times during the murder mystery...how much my mom would have really enjoyed going to that event.  She would have laughed and smiled through the whole thing.  Plus, I know she would have been proud of me for participating.  So, it was a happy memory of my mom...and how much she enjoyed things in life, but also reminded me just how much I miss her in the day to day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily...Sunday has been a more low key day.  I got up, went to church...did some grocery shopping with dear ol' dad and now hunkering in for some crap tv, laundry and getting some much needed chores done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4122655071049663379?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4122655071049663379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4122655071049663379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4122655071049663379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4122655071049663379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-ish-weekend.html' title='busy-ish weekend...'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-105776625431368460</id><published>2009-03-19T13:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:18:14.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost SPRINGTIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="148" alt="Spring Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh100/hi3593/Random%20Stuff/springavatar.gif" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first official day of Spring. Thank freakin' god. It could not come soon enough. I am usually a fan of the winter and the snow and even the cold. I love wearing sweaters and I might even love being slightly chilly when I go to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this winter has been longer than long. It seemed to start so early...and never give up. It snowed every 2.2 seconds and if it wasn't snowing...it was sleet or freezing rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am complaining...just looking forward to spring being right around the corner. I'm looking forward to that crisp, fresh smell in the air...looking forward to birds chirping and waking me up in the morning...looking forward to the snow melting and being able to see the grass (dead grass that it is) on my front lawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-105776625431368460?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/105776625431368460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=105776625431368460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/105776625431368460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/105776625431368460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-almost-springtime.html' title='It&apos;s almost SPRINGTIME!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh100/hi3593/Random%20Stuff/th_springavatar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-1372166682378995964</id><published>2009-03-18T18:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:00:57.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WBC and banned substances</title><content type='html'>I've been watching the World Baseball Classic.  At first, I didn't think I was incredibly interested, but the games have actually kept my attention.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off...congrats for &lt;a href="http://web.worldbaseballclassic.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20090317&amp;content_id=4007230" target="_blank"&gt;Team USA&lt;/a&gt; for coming from behind in the bottom of the 9th to beat Team Puerto Rico and advance in the competition.  I was actually on the edge of my seat..and that isn't supposed to happen when watching baseball games in March.  So...you go Team USA.  Rock on with your bad selves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really wanted to talk about is something one of the commentators said during the game last night.  One of the pitchers for the Puerto Rican team, JC Romero was in the game last night.  He's currently on the Phillies roster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why is that interesting?  Well...on opening day, Romero won't be able to pitch for his team.  He'll be sitting on the bench in Philly.  Why?  Because he tested &lt;a href="http://web.worldbaseballclassic.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20090222&amp;content_id=3865788&amp;team=pur" target="_blank"&gt;positive for a banned substance&lt;/a&gt;.  He has been suspended for 50 days from opening day.  He says it is for something that was in an over the counter supplement that he bought from GNC.  But honestly, I don't care...these athletes should know what is in things they are taking and what they can and cannot have.  He tested dirty...case closed.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the guy tested dirty for a performance enhancing drug and therefore has been banned from the MLB for 50 days...but he can pitch in the WBC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call BULL to the SHIT on that.  I think if you can't play in the MLB...you shouldn't be able to play in an international competition.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not right.  Just NOT RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  And since this is all about the WBC...it was just announced that the last remaining Red Sox competiting, &lt;a href="http://web.worldbaseballclassic.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20090318&amp;content_id=4014426" target="_blank"&gt;Kevin Youkilis&lt;/a&gt;, is out of the competition.  He sprained/hurt his ankle and is heading back to the Red Sox to get it checked out and get treatment.  Youkilis is in a long list of players from Team USA who have had to step down due to injury.  Sheesh.  Maybe the team is cursed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-1372166682378995964?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/1372166682378995964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=1372166682378995964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1372166682378995964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1372166682378995964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/03/wbc-and-banned-substances.html' title='WBC and banned substances'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-799410681051125523</id><published>2009-03-17T17:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:39:03.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patty's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 406px; height: 263px;" src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x223/damaged87/2005022707034570.jpg" alt="kiss me im irish Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Not really...I might smack ya!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Happy St. Patty's Day...the holiday that is made for redheaded, Irish girls like me.  I forgot to wear green, but I figure just walking out the door with my red hair and pale skin is celebration enough in St. Patty's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I went out last night in celebration of a friend's birthday...so I am staying in tonight.  Plus, I am not the bar type...so heading out with everyone else to crowded, loud bars is not my idea of a fun night...especially on a Tuesday when work is still required on Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I hope everyone enjoys the holiday.  If you drink...please do it safely.  Don't drink and drive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-799410681051125523?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/799410681051125523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=799410681051125523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/799410681051125523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/799410681051125523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St. Patty&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-8539131257422369038</id><published>2009-03-15T10:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:15:57.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday morning observations....</title><content type='html'>Okay...so I am on my way to church this morning and two interesting things happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thing #1:  So, I was driving at a completely normal speed.  About 30 or 35 mph.  I noticed this minivan all over my car's booty.  Seriously.  Right on top of me.  I kept trucking along...and as soon as I turned onto the bridge where it goes from a 2 lane road to a 2 lane road with a turning lane...the minivan jets out into the turning lane...guns it...and zooms past me.  I beeped my horn...since I've already in a previous week flipped someone off on the way to church and decided that it isn't the best way to say 'ello to God and all.  The van in front of me...keeps revving because the car in front of him or her...is not going fast enough either.  Sheesh.  The kicker...the van veers off into a church's parking lot (not my church) and parks.  So, the person was all driving crazy and what not...on their way to church.  Yes, I flipped off someone once on the way to church...so, I know...who am I to judge?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thing #2:  Once I got to church...a bunch of people were outside looking at something in the sky.  Armageddon??  No.  So, I turned around...and wouldn't you know that there is a hot air balloon in the air.  Coolness.  I love hot air balloons.  When I was a kid I would spend the whole Balloon Festival weekend chasing balloons with my bike...hoping to see one touch down.  Also...seeing a balloon up in the air is just more evidence that spring is on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-8539131257422369038?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/8539131257422369038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=8539131257422369038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8539131257422369038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8539131257422369038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-morning-observations.html' title='Sunday morning observations....'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-680121137798047135</id><published>2009-03-14T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:22:09.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tweet tweet tweet</title><content type='html'>I'm still not sure I truly know what twitter is...or how I am going to use it other than to see what random things Jimmy Fallon has going on in his life at any given moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...if you read here...and you are on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/shelley1005" target="_blank"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;...follow me or what have you.  So there can be more people on there who I actually know, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-680121137798047135?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/680121137798047135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=680121137798047135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/680121137798047135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/680121137798047135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/03/tweet-tweet-tweet.html' title='tweet tweet tweet'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-1849715738709540293</id><published>2009-03-13T18:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:46:15.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the computer land....</title><content type='html'>I just got my computer back today...after my computer people having to for about 2 weeks, if not a little longer.  I was going into serious withdrawal.  I've been able to use my dad's...and that has been super duper sweet and nice of him, but there is something about being able to use my own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can go back to reading non-stop about the Red Sox.  And not feeling shame about reading the daily highlights from perezhilton.com.  And just being able to surf the internet on MY OWN COMPUTER!!!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am off to mindlessly surf the internet once more!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-1849715738709540293?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/1849715738709540293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=1849715738709540293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1849715738709540293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/1849715738709540293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-computer-land.html' title='Back in the computer land....'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-5598976938632189376</id><published>2009-03-05T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:06:07.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday morning ramblings....</title><content type='html'>Hey all out there on the internets....what's shaking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has either been boring....or crazy busy.  Nothing really in between.  Luckily...knocks on wood....I think I got through that cold/sick business and didn't get it.  Of course, as soon as I say that....I am going to start coughing up a storm...mark my words!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my no pizza and candy for Lent is going well.  Right now, I am sitting here looking at my full candy bowl on my desk.  I always put candy I don't even really like much in my candy bowl...so I will be less tempted to eat it.  I usually have an assortment of hard candy and also some tootsie rolls.  I don't hate them, but they are not my top favs.  Let me put it this way...if I put Milky Ways and Butterfingers in there, I would have to buy a new bag of candy every single day.  Having said that....even with candy I don't really like, I noticed that I had been eating it much more than I used to be.  If it was a long day or a stressed day...I'd find myself eating tootsie rolls for lunch instead of the yummy and healthy salad I brought.  Since Lent started, that candy bowl has stayed much more full.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of healthy and all that....my recommitment to a healthy lifestyle is going well.  I have lost a few pounds....and I've gotten back to eating healthy food and working out every other day.  I used to workout every single day...but in reality, I am not looking to get back to that.  I find that I have more energy and am able to really push my workouts when I workout every other day.  Right now, I am doing straight cardio.  I am rocking the elliptical for about 45 minutes on MWF and Saturday.  I am going to add weights back in...either next week or the week after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the pounds lost...I care, but not nearly as much as I used to.  I know I will never allow myself to weigh over 200 lbs again and the rest...is just vanity weight.  I want to be healthy...instead of wanting to weigh a certain number on the scale.  In the vanity realm, I do want to lose 15 pounds or so...but I am content with losing that slowly...much like I gained it.  I am just going to continue working out and continue watching what I am putting in my mouth...and if I do that, the weight will come off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...any other update tidbits???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else watching The Late Show with Jimmy Fallon but me?  I love Jimmy...think he is too funny.  The show is definitely working out the kinks...and I don't think he's found his niche or his voice yet, but still....I have been chuckling while watching the show.  Tina Fey was on Tuesday night and I could watch those two just chatting and catching up for DAYS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch The Bachelor, but I guess it was all drama central.  Serves the women right for thinking they were going to find their dream guy on a reality show...while he is trying a dozen other women on for size.  If I am going to watch a show with a premise like that...I'm just going to watch Rock of Love since I don't think those women have any delusions that they are going to find true love.  I think they just want to find Bret Michael's bed for a few nights.  Mission accomplished!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-5598976938632189376?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/5598976938632189376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=5598976938632189376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5598976938632189376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/5598976938632189376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-morning-ramblings.html' title='Thursday morning ramblings....'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4102070114586795739</id><published>2009-03-01T19:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:25:25.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The week went by SOOO slow...and the weekend just flew on by....</title><content type='html'>Ah, it's March 1st....how times fly.  First of all, congrats to Shelley since I decided I was going to post for the whole month of February...at least once a day and I did it.  There were some days I didn't really have much to say.  There were some boring posts throughout the month, no doubt....but if you've learned nothing about me so far...when I make a commitment, I tend to live up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I did pick the shortest month of the year.  Oh well...a month is still a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church this morning.  I've been fighting back a cold and REALLY wanted to skip it, but since I said I was going to church every week during the 6 weeks of Lent, I got up and got going to church.  See...there is that commitment thing again.  I also threw more money into the plate...since I said I was going to do that as well.  I am glad I am doing those things again because they mean more than not eating candy or pizza.  The not eating crap food...in reality, is all about me and has little to nothing to do with spirituality or god.  In more ways than one, the lent ban on candy and pizza is more about using god as a motivation...to help me focus on not eating food that I know is bad for me.  I'm alright with it, but I am glad I am coupling it with something else that really adds to and feeds my faith.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone enjoyed their weekend.  I just lazed around the house and hoped...prayed...that I've been successful at nipping this cold in the bud.  *crosses fingers and does a magic dance*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4102070114586795739?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4102070114586795739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4102070114586795739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4102070114586795739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4102070114586795739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-went-by-sooo-slowand-weekend-just.html' title='The week went by SOOO slow...and the weekend just flew on by....'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-8599124451240605292</id><published>2009-02-28T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:26:19.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things that make you go hmm....</title><content type='html'>I do gotta wonder...who it is who checks in on my blog from time to time from Ireland.  I've never been to Ireland.  Would LOVE to go.  It's one of my dreams to make a trip over there before I die.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...who the heck are ya????  Curious minds...meaning me...want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-8599124451240605292?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/8599124451240605292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=8599124451240605292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8599124451240605292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/8599124451240605292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-that-make-you-go-hmm.html' title='things that make you go hmm....'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-2865516970370561119</id><published>2009-02-27T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:24:50.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hoping to be germ free....</title><content type='html'>I think I might be coming down with a cold....maybe.  I am either psyching myself out and making myself believe I might be getting sick or I might actually be getting sick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am getting a cold...it wouldn't surprise me.  I was in a car with one or two sick people yesterday....for 2 hours there and 2 hours back.  And my boss has been walking sickness lately.  Hey, at least I have people to blame, eh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the one girl in the car yesterday that if I get sick, I am coming to her office and punching her in the arm.  Her response..."Well, that only seems fair."  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get Zicam on the way home from work.  It either works...or it works because I think it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-2865516970370561119?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2865516970370561119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=2865516970370561119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2865516970370561119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2865516970370561119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoping-to-be-germ-free.html' title='hoping to be germ free....'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-4998850124553548197</id><published>2009-02-26T20:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:41:25.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What day is it????</title><content type='html'>I have seriously been all out of sorts when it comes to what day it is this week.  If one of my clients was this off about the days of the week...I'd swear they were drinking or using again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday...I thought it was Wednesday ALL DAY LONG.  At 9pm, I flipped on ABC to start watching Lost.  I was a tad confused as to why it wasn't on.  But then I thought...no, it's because the President has his address, so it is on instead of Lost.  So, I went on my merry way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at work on Wednesday....I called it Thursday numerous times.  And yes, I know today is Thursday, but it completely feels like Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told one of my bosses....that if I don't come to work tomorrow...just call me because I'll probably just be home thinking it is Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the weirdest week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-4998850124553548197?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/4998850124553548197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=4998850124553548197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4998850124553548197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/4998850124553548197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-day-is-it.html' title='What day is it????'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981544.post-2700916143009937822</id><published>2009-02-25T18:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:53:17.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was 20 degrees...but it kind of felt like spring!</title><content type='html'>Ah, today was the first spring training game for the Sox.  They played the Boston College kids and won 7-1.  It was college players against professional players, so it wasn't a huge shock that the Sox won...even though the BC kids did lead for a couple of innings.  I might have logged onto a few sports websites while at work...and checked in on the game.  That is a possibility.  It might also be a possibility that I got little to no actual work done today at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight...in about 20 minutes actually...the Sox play the first game against another professional team, the Minnesota Twins.  Whoo hoo...go Sox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, baseball is here.  Game on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7981544-2700916143009937822?l=shelley1005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/feeds/2700916143009937822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7981544&amp;postID=2700916143009937822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2700916143009937822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7981544/posts/default/2700916143009937822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelley1005.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-was-20-degreesbut-it-kind-of-felt.html' title='It was 20 degrees...but it kind of felt like spring!'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951156819179961008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
