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20 things you “might” want to know about… me… or maybe not

1. Inside my purse, you’ll discover: not to much, my wallet, my phone, my “Chanel Shades,” don’t judge people! I’ve had those for five years! Maybe a Laura Mercier lip gloss if my daughter hasn’t scarfed it up…
2. If stranded on an island, the five things I couldn’t live without: hmm, well other then basic things to live on, water, food, toilet paper… 1. My family 2. My computer, how else would I keep in touch? 3. OK, my cell phone… 4. A lifetime supply of the food network magazine, 5. Air conditioning I die in the heat just ask my family!
3. On my nightstand you’ll find: piles of books, photos of my children, Jasmine potpourri
4. When I grew up, I wanted to be: a pharmacist, funny ended up marrying into a family who owns one and not being a pharmacist.
5. My comfort food: vanilla ice cream with peanut butter, I know creepy right? It’s the sweet and salty thing
6. The location where I write: in my little office cubicle which I designed and love.
7. Three songs on my IPOD’s most played list: Jennifer Paige- Crush, Maroon 5- Secret, Katy Perry- teenage dream I love bee bop!
8. If I was on the cover of US Weekly, my headline would read: Best-selling Author changes world and donates 100th fully inclusive playground! Here’s hoping!
9. The three books that make me think of my childhood:
Are you there god it’s me Margret
Chicken Soup with Rice
Fun with Dick and Jane
-I’m sure I’m dating myself here! lol
10. My favorite Chick Flick: Tie between Love Actually and The Holiday
11. My favorite Chick Lit book: The Devil Wears Prada
12. My “must see” TV: Hmm used to be The Tutors, but now I guess it’s Glee
13. My Starbucks order: Grande decaf skim, sugar free hazelnut, delish!
14. My favorite curse word: I really try not to use any but I guess there is an occasional *ucker when speaking about a few choice people! Sorry!
15. My celebrity man crush: I’m sure I’m going to hear about this from my husband who reads each and every line and got pissed at something I wrote last year about “him” but it has to be David Boreanaz, sorry girls but the “original” vampire has it!
16. My celebrity girl crush: OK, kinda creepy, don’t really have one but will admit I think that Catherine Zeta Jones is beautiful!
17. My media crush: Hmmm again, don’t have one of these but Billy Bush always had a soft spot in my heart for helping me with Hadley’s Park, wayyy back when he was a little DJ in Washington.
18. Three words to summarize my book: Honest, Feel Good, Inspirational
19. It took me _____ to write my book. Still writing!
20. My book’s original title: I’m Still Standing… now it’s the name of my blog, I have a good idea for the book title but you are just going to have to wait and see…

So jump in and join me… give me the 20 things we might want to know about you… and link back so I can read all of yours after all you took the time to read mine! lol

What happened to 2010


2010 year in reviewI cannot believe just how fast 2010 flew by… Maybe it was because the first half of the year we were literally “shoveling” ourselves out of the 5+ feet of snow that cursed the Metro DC area, or maybe it was the culmination of the fastest 4 years of my daughter Sarah’s education-college, or the countless power outages that PEPCO had… we seemed to jump from through all four seasons in a heartbeat this year.

2010 brought me to a new beginning with my “Wellness Makeover” and I would like to thank both Rebecca and Ryan for helping me begin this, but I now understand it is not a sprint it really is a marathon as I continue to struggle with all that encompasses being healthy of a mind, body and soul. I’m about half way there and so I know 2011 will be another year to continue to my goal and then continue to live healthy. I’ve met many new friends on facebook through my Wellness Makeover Page and would love to have you join in for inspiration and motivation, or sometimes just real life and trying to keep up with the journey!

These were my top 10 Posts of 2010, take a look and see if there is anything you might have missed!

Hello Everyone, My name is Shelley and I am an Emotional Eater

Spread the Word to end the Word

I went from a “B” to a “D” and No Boob Job Required?

I’m Not a Member of the Clean Plate Club Anymore!

So, Did I Ever Tell You About My Husband?

Everything I learned about life I didn’t learn in Kindergarten

The Sweetest Sentence in the World!

Camp for Sista’s, I was so there!

Disney Girls Gone Wild!

And to end it one of my favorite and top read recipes: Baked Acorn Squash with Cranberry Horseradish Sauce.

Wishing you a very happy and truly “healthy” New Year!

It’s the “most wonderful” time of the year?

Hmm, well let me think about that… I know I have a lot to be thankful for but sometimes this time of the year, the “family time,” gets me down, particularly this year.

Holidays are about “family” and family is “supposed” to be about unconditional love.

I know that in raising Hadley I have learned the true meaning of unconditional love. But somehow my family didn’t get that *memo. I know if you spoke with “them” they would tell you it was my “choice” to stop speaking to them but come on…

… if… you had the power to STOP seeing your child get hurt, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you do everything in your power to help that child? Notice I did say in your power… I’m not talking of jumping in and doing it for them… I’m saying be there, support them, and help where you can? Isn’t that what a parent is supposed to do?

Sooo… let’s just say… I did say let’s just say, if you knew someone who could STOP the pain your child was in by ummm let’s say, by making a phone call, wouldn’t you? 10 digits? Wouldn’t you?

I just don’t get it… and I’m tired of trying to figure it out but it is just painful to break away from your family, I mean we don’t pick our family we are born into them, but because of that does it mean they can treat us anyway that fits “them” or only be there if it is fitting to their “business reputation?”

Meh, that’s it… I’m just sayin…

Frozen in time…

Have you ever felt frozen? Not cold frozen… but almost paralyzed frozen… a feeling that you have so much to do and you just cannot move…

I have been feeling like this for some time… laundry… cleaning… and yes, my writing… I have ideas coming out the wazooo and I just can’t or won’t make the time to sit down and do it… I’m frozen…

I have been getting myself in a rut lately, I can feel it, for the first time in my life I am really worrying about “gaining” weight I have worked so hard to loose and I really am making myself nuts about it.. My exercise has slacked off a lot since my Wellness Makeover started, first due to conflicts with the summer schedules and then well I guess I just started to “panic” about driving due to making myself nuts soooo I’m frozen…

The good news is I am going away with my husband this week and hopefully will be able to MAKE the time to do some things for MYSELF… That is also a little problem I have “making” the time for me… again, I’m frozen…but I won’t have any choice next week, I’m heading to the wonderful Canyon Ranchand well there is nothing but wholesome living there! So it will be eat, pray, and back to loving myself once again… wish me luck on my thaw-out…

A Sardine I am not!

Eww Eww Eww, what an awful morning I had on my Metro ride into DC today! I was so pleased with myself that I got out of the house by 7:45am and off to the Metro, dancing in my car to my morning tunes, got a great parking spot, put in my Metro ticket and got down to the very full platform and knew from that moment on the ride in was going to be an “experience.”

The Metro was stopped for half an hour because there was an ill patron on a train a few stops down, so ill that they had to evacuate the train and wait for medical attention. When the person was finally moved to a better location for them the Metro began to move again, slowly and mind you by this time there must have been over 1000 people waiting on the incoming trains.

As the first trained pulled into the station, it was packed! And it amazed me that people just tried to cram themselves into the already overstuffed cars. I guess the trains stopped to see if people were getting off rather than let new passengers on but nope not the way it went.

I finally got on the second fully packed train and was surrounded by people of all shapes, sizes, ethnicities, ages, it was unbelievable and everyone just wanted the same thing; to get to work!

Young couples held onto each other for dear life, I was actually happy I didn’t see any older folks because they would have been s-o-l with the pushing and shoving that was going on.

I noticed that a lot of young ladies were sporting the “little black dress” today and most men didn’t seem to care too much about how their clothes matched or rather don’t.

I was a bit upset with myself that I was wearing my open sandals because I think my feet got stepped on at least 50 times! Uhh And being the 5’4” that I am I couldn’t hold onto the upper hand rails so I reached for the upright bars and prayed no one would break my arm at the angle I was able to grasp onto. There was a point where I thought if my feet weren’t on the ground I would just be suspended by the crowd around me. And then there was the point that my face was smack in between 2 men’s arm pits, not very pleasant. Actually rather smelly!

the metro platform filled way beyond what would be classified as “safe”

And then the train broke down… The doors wouldn’t close… So we all had to exit the train… with the hundreds of people who were already waiting on the platform to get on the train… You can imagine how “happy” I was at this point. Not! And I had to wait for 2 trains to pass before I got my chance to hop back on or rather get pushed back on…

And then it happened… I felt it… Someone put their hand on my butt, I couldn’t believe it I just wanted to scream and get off.

Three stops later I was out. Freedom, air, space… and then my morning began…

I had a “moment”


clockI was fortunate the other day to get an hour to run out of the house and get my nails done; I promised myself during my “wellness makeover” that once a week I would do “something” for “myself” and this week it was the nails, which I might tell you were broken and looking pretty bad from all the computer typing lol…

So I had my enjoyable moments of soaking my hands, and having someone take care of “me” for the moment and then I looked up and noticed two teenage girls standing and looking at the jewelry counter (ok, we aren’t even going to go there about a jewelry counter in a nail salon) they were obviously sisters joking as they looked in the jewelry cases and just being so sweet with each other and evidently waiting for their mom to come so that she could buy whatever their “needs” or I guess probably a high school graduation gift. Hmm, could they have been twins?

As I watched them interact with each other my heart broke for a moment; that should be my girls! Why wasn’t it my girls? My oldest just graduated college and my youngest is now 18 and should be graduating from high school. Those should me be my girls that were waiting for me to buy them their gifts… And then I took it a little further in my mind and stopped and wondered where my youngest would be going to college, would she follow her sister and go to school down south? Would she have gone through rush?

And then I looked up and remembered that’s not my life, that’s not my girl’s lives either. My eyes wallowed up with tears and I had to stop myself and remember I was here to do something “happy and fun” for myself. But that’s my life. In every glimpse I see a shadow of a “life” that I thought I was supposed to have had.

I do love my little Hadley just as she is believe me, I worry so often that something might happen to her and what would my life be without her and so I stop and just thank god that I have her and all that she has given us with her angelic smile and her contagious personality and love for life. And I know I am blessed but sometimes it’s just hard…

I went from a “B” to a “D” and no boob job required?

Breast-Sizesphoto credit: dimension guide dot com

I did a quick run to the mall to pick up some “much needed” makeup for my daughter at her request since we are going to visit her for her last parents weekend for her sorority (and mine too) before she graduates college. A topic for another time, none the less, I did my “dutiful” mom thing and went to pick up her bronzer, why she needs bronzer when she is already tan I don’t understand but again none the less… blah blah blah I went to Nordstrom to pick it up, I won’t even go into the fact that she also had concealer on her “needed list”… Come on she’s only 21 what is she needing to conceal? But again another topic lol

So I had a few award certificates “saved” up. You need to know I save these and hoard them for something “big” and then I go and get something I wouldn’t usually buy myself… but today I just kept thinking about my bras… I really need some new bras. Now mind you as much as I like to feel “feminine” I just don’t run out and buy lacey, frilly bras and panties, maybe it has something to do with the fact that my weight has gone up and up and up and well I just haven’t felt “pretty.” You know what I mean. But I know it’s time to “retire” some of my bras as the straps keep falling and are stretched out…

So I walked over to the lingerie dept and thought I’d take a look. Ahhhh I long to be slim and trim so I actually don’t freak out when I look in the mirror in anything none the less my skimmies.. Nordstrom’s has such a beautiful selection and of course being spring the bridal lingerie is out, I love white, white and lacey, so clean and fresh looking.

As I was strolling along I started seriously looking for a new bra. Hmm, so many choices as I picked one up I heard a voice over my shoulder, “Can I help you?” I responded with my embarrassed “No thank you” and then the woman just stood there and looked at me holding the bra in my hand and asked me again, “Can I help find your size?” I looked down at the bra as if the size was in neon flashing and she was shaking her head at me saying “wrong size lady.” I again thanked her and said “No, I am fine.” Can you image, I’m in my late 40’s don’t you think after all of these years wearing a bra that I would know my size, for Pete sake! And then she continued… “Well, what size do you think you are?” Think I am? Think I am? Come on now this was bordering on harassment. And I thought OK I’m just going to tell her because she obviously isn’t letting this go, so I showed her the size on the tag, and she just smiled and shook her head and said “Oh no, you are not a B you are definitely a D!” I almost laughed in her face! A “D” come on I thought to myself no that is for women like Heidi Montage or Pamela Anderson who have had themselves enlarged. I’m just your typical middle aged mom and I know my bra size!

She then asked me kindly to just try the D on; I said OK, what did I have to lose? I mean I had the others in my hand why not one more. So I tried on my B and she politely knocked on the door as I had myself shoved in the bra with the little “overflow” I hate around my back showing and she asked if I would like her to “measure” me. Meh, at this point why not…I’m sure I’m not the first woman you have helped today and I’m sure I’m not the last. So she pulled out her tape measure smiled and said, “Yes, you are a D.”

She went on to show me how a bra is “supposed” to fit. My goodness after wearing a bra for O I don’t know 30 some years I have never been fitted properly and never knew how to wear a bra. Wow! It was actually an eye opening experience. I laughed so hard as I changing back into my old bra and clothes and listened to other women in the dressing rooms being helped just like me and all in amazement just as I was they were ALL wearing the wrong size bra!

I told her as I paid for my purchases with my awards that I was going to bring my daughters in next because god knows they have never been measured and you know I think it is nice to know your “correct” size don’t you?

So tell me have you ever been measured? Go and get it done you might be surprised; I know my husband sure is going to be…

February reminds us of “love”

February is a month that everyone generally thinks of as the month of “love” since Valentine’s Day is smack in the middle of the month. I think of it also as a month of love since Ainsley’s daughter’s birthday at the beginning of the month and she has brought soooo much love into our lives as well as children’s all over the country.

It is her birth that I reflect on each year with my usual tears and thinking about “what would have been, what could have been,” if she was a “normal” child, but then I go into what is a “normal child?” Is there such a thing today?

There are soo many things that can happen in the span of a child’s life today, physically they can be born fine and be bullied and have that affect their lives to the point where it causes them to have mental challenges. Peer pressure affects so many children’s lives today and most of the time for the worst, with new queen bee’s being born every minute. So the fact that my daughter has cerebral palsy she will never enter “that world.” For that I am thankful.

There are always two side of the coin and this time I’m trying hard just to think about the “love”…