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Name: shelly
Country: United States
State: Maryland
Gender: Female
Interests: Focus: God
Interest: People... and anything creative; including but not limited to- Music, gardening, cake decorating, landscape design, interior design, learning new instruments, playing practical jokes on unsuppecting victims, working with kids, teaching teachers how to work with kids, playing piano, annoying people, etc.
Expertise: getting out of work, intimidating people who don't know me (cause after you know me I'm not intimidating - or so they say), devising practical jokes to play on people.
Occupation: Have been: Personal Assistant,
Message: message me
AIM:  missshellysaysso
Member Since:
6/27/2005
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| In news from the last few months....
I GOT MARRIED!!!!!!
On February 14th, 2009 I married my best friend, known as krash2fly in the xanga world.
We met on www.crossingscentral.com, a website where former ATI peoples can stay in contact. After the heartbreak of me not moving to MI in July on 2007 I was browsing the Crossings one day and came across a post by this guy... so I sent him an IM and we started chatting. He helped realize a lot about my life I needed to face but was avoiding. We kept in touch as I moved to Houston and started chatting a lot. Did I say a lot? I ment A LOT! About 30 hours of week A LOT! In January I figured out he liked me (he says he didn't know it then  ) and in February *that* conversation took place. The one where he told me we were only friends, would only ever be friends, and never anything more. I laugh about this now. 
I kept letting him know that I was willing to wait but I did want to be more then friends. About this time the level of our chatting got much deeper and krash2fly says thats when he knew he wanted me to be 'the one'.
Early March my computer broke but we kept chatting using my phone. Even though we'd exchanged complete life stories we hadn't exchanged phone numbers. And then there was a weekend that he blocked me on his buddy list!! The nerve!  But it was good because he realized that he really liked me and need to get my number... which he asked for the next time we chatted. And I realized that I really needed to move on with my life - I had figured he decided I was being annoying and wouldn't go away even though he'd told me friends only.
So on a Monday he got my number, the following Monday he called and we talked for 2 hours, the next night for 3 hours, the next night for 3, etc for the week. Saturday night chatted and talked all night long and got 15 min of sleep before church. That Sunday night (also Easter Sunday) he asked how I felt about him coming to visit me.
So that week he drove 1500 miles and Friday night showed up at my door. I now can't believe we did not meet somewhere public during the day - what was I thinking?!?! Our first impressions of each other were me just waking up and him just finished driving halfway across the country.
So we hung out for the weekend, went to the beach at Galveston, helped cater a wedding together (one of my side jobs), went to church together, he saw me work with my kiddos on Sunday morning, went to the youth group that I helped lead (not really-i just hung out and ate food), and went to my small group.
It was really an awesome weekend and I didn't want to say goodbye but he headed back north on Tuesday. And stopped and got a job on the way - which he came back for the following weekend.
So another weekend hanging out together and planning for him to move to Houston. 
He moved in April and we began spending every minute we could together. Fast forward to July - he moves to the other side of Houston so in August I start new jobs on the other side of Houston too and then move there to be closer to him.
And then fast forward to January 2009. Jan 18th he asked me to marry him. I said it would depend if he could beat me arm wrestling. Just kidding. I said yes. We decided to not start planning our wedding and a week and a half later decided to get married February 14th. So we planned a wedding in 2 weeks.
Yes we love being married! It's the awesomest thing ever! Highly recommend it but to the right person. There's no one else for me but My Man! 
Here's some wedding pics
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| I'm back. After a long absence I need to get back to blogging. I'm slightly tempted to go back and attempt to write about the last many months of my life. But just slightly, not very tempted. It's been a long summer but it's been very awesome. I wouldn't want to live through it again but I'm grateful for the things I learned, knowledge I acquired, and fun I had. One of the most growing things for me was quiting my job at a daycare I was working at. They were seriously treating me like dog poop and I finally stood up for myself and said enough. In the end it somehow felt good to leave them with no cook for 150 kids for a week (I had somehow become the substitute cook). So on to life now. I now work as a nanny about 50 hours a week and sew for another lady about 20 hours a week which I do while being a nanny. And I still work on the weekends.
In other news... I have got to find a pair of jeans tonight. I think I hate shopping.
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| Have you ever wondered what you would change about your life if you were on camera? If you were videod through the day and the tape replayed whenever people wanted to? Would you change anything? How much would change? What would you do different? How differently would you behave? I think of this because for 8 hours of my day my life IS recorded and played back when needed. I work in a daycare and in the corner of the room is a little black video camera the records every move I make, 5 days a week, 8 hours a day. But when, throughout the day, I stop and realize I'm being recorded I also realize that my life is always before God. He sees everything I do. Every move I make. Every word I say. Even every thought I think. What should I be doing differently? What should I change? How different would my life be if I had some tangible way to remember that the All knowing, All powerful God who Created me is always watching me. And that His heart breaks and He weeps when I do things He doesn't want me to or when I don't do things He does want me to, when I speak words that hurt him, when I think things that would repel people around me if they knew? How different would I live my life? | | |
| This is not the serious post I want to post however I found this and decided to go it.
Who am I?
Place an X by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not.
Answer the 28 questions at the end
This is for your entire life!
( ) Gone on a blind date
(X) Skipped school
(X) Watched someone die
(X) Been to Canada
( ) Been to Mexico
(X) Been to Florida
(X) Been on a plane
(X) Been lost
( ) Been on the opposite side of the country
(X) Gone to Washington, DC
(X)Swam in the ocean
(X)Cried yourself to sleep
(X) Played cops and
robbers
(X) Recently colored with crayons
( ) Sang Karaoke
(X) Paid for a meal with coins only?
(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?
( ) Made prank phone calls
(X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue
(X) Danced in the rain
( ) Written a letter to Santa Claus
( ) Been kissed under the mistletoe
( ) Watched the sunrise with someone you care about
(X) Blown bubbles
(X)Gone ice-skating
( ) Been skinny dipping outdoors
( ) Gone to a drive-in movie
1. Any nickname? Shelly, Chelly, Shells, Grumpy
2. Mother's name? Kathleen
3. Favorite drink? Coffee, Dr Pepper,
4. Tattoo? No
5. Body Piercing's? Ears
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How much do you love your job? On a scale of 1-10 about a 7.
7. Birthplace? Baltimore MD
8. Favorite vacation spot? At the moment Maryland
9. Ever been to Africa? No
10. Ever eaten cookies for dinner? Probably
11. Ever been on TV? Not that I know of.
12. Ever steal any traffic sign? Nope. Have knocked one down though.
13. Ever been in a car accident? Yeah if you count a really really small fender bender thing.
14. Drive a 2-door or 4-door vehicle? 4. Most definitely.
15. Favorite salad dressing? Something odd/unusual or a combination of 2.
16. Favorite pie? Rhubard
17. Favorite number?
18. Favorite movie? 50 First Dates, The Kid.
20. Favorite dessert? Coffee, cheesecake, pie,
21. Favorite food? I'll try most things as long as it's not gross.
22. Favorite day of the week? Sunday
23. Favorite brand of body wash? Nothing with a fake smell
24. Favorite
toothpaste?
25. Favorite smell? Lilac. Most floral smells.
26. What do you do to relax? Read, sleep, paint my nails and watch a movie.
28. How do you see yourself in 10 years? I don't. If I thought ahead that far I'd probably freak out.
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| Job Description: To entertain families and children in homes shopping malls parks and all over the place in the greater Houston area. Note: We are a family company and do not do adult entertainment whatsoever.
The type of activities we do are – dressing in colorful costumes including clowns mascots princesses easter bunny and many more, face and hand painting, balloon art, dancing, magic tricks, puppets, smiling and making the kids laugh
We train you if you have no experience and the MOST important requirement that will be repeated here more than once is – YOU MUST BE A PERSON OF YOUR WORD WHEN IT COMES TO CHILDREN. IF YOU SAY YOU WILL BE AVAILABLE ON A SATURDAY OR SUN THEN YOU MUST KEEP YOUR WORD. The previous sentence may seem like common sense but think about it carefully—you must work Saturdays—how is your boyfriend, girlfriend, mom dad professors pet parakeet going to feel about your Saturdays being taken up with work?
The above is the ad that I answered and thus became a clown this past November. Everything said is true. If your looking for a job full of injustice, unfairness, stress, and dealing with annoying, upset, and sometimes angry people… be a clown.
The job requires not just the ability to be funny and fun with kids but also with adults. And to communicate with adults on a ‘you’re the boss and I am the peon’ level while maintaining control of the children without the children actually knowing it.
Some weekends I wake up with dread that I have yet another party to face, more angry people to deal with, more annoying kids to do magic tricks for, and more money that I imagined I’d make in a few hours. And the last thing is what I sometimes have to use to get myself motivated enough to put on makeup, hair, outfit, and drive the usually hour long drive to a persons house I’ve never been to and probably never will go to again, to entertain little kids I’ve never met and will never meet again, and sometimes to get myself lost on the way. Please note that while I have gotten myself lost on the way to parties… I’ve never to date gotten lost on the way home.
This weekend I awoke with thunderclouds over my bed. I DID NOT want to do this job!! Today’s job was a 2 hour birthday party for a 1 year old about 90 minutes away. I was not thrilled to say the least. I was tired and grumpy, I’d had a hard week and I wanted nothing more then to sleep the day away in my messy house.
But not showing up is not an option in clown life so I faced the day by going out and putting gas in my car so that at least I wouldn’t have to stop and get gas dressed as a clown. Having makeup and hair and outfit on attracts not a small bit of attention. I have for the most part gotten over it but some days I’d rather be ‘Shelly the Invisible clown’.
I arrived (after consulting my trusty laptop multiple times and turning around only once) at the party only about 10 minutes late. Clowns are NOT allowed to be late! They are not early either. They are ON TIME! Something I have yet to be. Almost. I found that I was supposed to face painting first then do games and magic and then the balloon animals/etc.
I love face painting and the fact that I’m not that skilled at it decreased with every weekend that I do it. Last month I wouldn’t have dared to do a snake wrapping all the way down a little boys arm… Today it was a challenge that I faced knowing I could do it well. I would also never have used so much glitter in my painting but today was different.
Plans change without warning and quickly in the world I work in and today was no different. After finishing only a few faces the ‘train’ (think box on wheels) came and all the kids left. No one told me there was going to be ‘train’ rides!! Okay so now what?
I worked with it and did the few kids who didn’t go on said ‘train’ ride and things went on and worked out. As they always do. And then I found out that I would be do face painting and balloons together. Okay. Start doing balloons.
Today’s balloons were a flop. I even had problems with the sword. The simplest of all balloons to create. My flower was a wilt but somehow I made myself get through popping balloons and un and re twisting till I was over my slump.
Then games. I shoed all the kids outside where to my disappointment there was a moon bounce. A large one. The climb up and slide down one. So what now?
I couldn’t leave without doing some games because I had been told I had to. And that meant I had to!! So I yelled kids into somewhat order under my control… like 7 kids but that worked. All I had to do was do something with some kids. And I did. Sort of. It’s hard to do things when people are all around you yelling, screaming, sliding, and commanding children to do things other then what you need them to do.
But I made it through, went inside, announced my departure, made some more balloons for late comers and told the lady in charge of food I was leaving since she had insisted that I bring food home. When I told her ‘it’s fine. I’m really okay’. She said ‘no. We aren’t like that’ and gave me a big hug.
The part of the day that left an impression on me was the people at this party. They were all African American (is that politically correct?) and some of the friendliest people I’ve ever met.
About halfway through the time I was there the father of the 1 year old stopped everything (games, eating, music, and talking), gathered everyone into the living room, and said a long prayer for his daughter. Then after that instead of everyone going back to their things he starting singing ‘let the weak say they are strong, let the strong say they are weak, for what the Lord has given unto us…’ And I sang along.
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