<?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-13116982</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:50:20.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup, Ihop &amp; Opera</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316571583545908851</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13116982.post-113881412801849940</id><published>2006-02-01T11:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T11:15:28.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Good Lord! So much has happened since my last post.  As of today, I have exactly 2 weeks, 2 days, 7 hours, and 30 minutes until I'm a married woman!  I can't believe it!   Kristina moved out last night, and Fernando moved his stuff in.  I am so happy...I can't even explain.  Things are really crazy right now, but who cares?  It will all be worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13116982-113881412801849940?l=worldofshelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/feeds/113881412801849940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13116982&amp;postID=113881412801849940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/113881412801849940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/113881412801849940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/2006/02/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316571583545908851</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-13116982.post-113096523215382852</id><published>2005-11-02T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:00:32.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/556/1141/1600/peridot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/556/1141/320/peridot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I didn't want a diamond engagement ring and told Fernando just that.  Here's what he came up with.  It's white gold, and our shared birthstone with diamond chips on the sides.  I love it!  I love him and I've never been happier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13116982-113096523215382852?l=worldofshelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/feeds/113096523215382852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13116982&amp;postID=113096523215382852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/113096523215382852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/113096523215382852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-decided-i-didnt-want-diamond.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316571583545908851</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-13116982.post-112777209802652836</id><published>2005-09-26T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:01:40.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realize I have been completely remiss in updating my blog, but lots of things have been going on.  Such as...I'm getting married!!!  I haven't gotten around to telling everyone yet, as I've been so busy, but I figured this might reach a few of you who don't know.  We don't have a date as of yet, but we're thinking June or July.  Oh, his name is Fernando, and I'll wright more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13116982-112777209802652836?l=worldofshelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112777209802652836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13116982&amp;postID=112777209802652836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/112777209802652836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/112777209802652836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-realize-i-have-been-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316571583545908851</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-13116982.post-112490006677562997</id><published>2005-08-24T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:14:26.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot,&lt;br /&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him,&lt;br /&gt;who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,&lt;br /&gt;who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats,&lt;br /&gt;who holds your hand in front of his friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares &lt;br /&gt;about you and how lucky he is to have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13116982-112490006677562997?l=worldofshelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112490006677562997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13116982&amp;postID=112490006677562997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/112490006677562997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/112490006677562997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/find-guy-who-calls-you-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316571583545908851</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-13116982.post-112351224761897491</id><published>2005-08-08T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T09:44:07.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How dare he!!</title><content type='html'>I do not...I repeat do NOT snore!!!!  It's unladylike, ugly, and just too much like my mother.  I'm only 23, I cannot snore, do you understand!!?? Maybe when I'm 40 or something.  I think somebody's just being an ass.  Good grief!  Gonna go sulk in my corner now...just wanted to set the record straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13116982-112351224761897491?l=worldofshelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112351224761897491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13116982&amp;postID=112351224761897491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/112351224761897491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/112351224761897491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-dare-he.html' title='How dare he!!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316571583545908851</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-13116982.post-112326116207109126</id><published>2005-08-05T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:59:22.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hey yall' it's been a while.  School is about to start, (not exactly sure when...guess I'd better find out soon).  I'm excited, eventhough I won't be able to take as many classes as originally planned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh!  My roomie and I just moved into our apartment.  Living on my own is wonderful!!!  My parents are actually taking it very well, considering.  It should be fully ready for guests in about two weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy date that I wrote about a couple of months ago, has turned into two or more dates a week for the last two months.  I'm having so much fun!  His name is Fernando, he's 26 years old, 5'7", brown hair and eyes, and is from Guanajuato, Mexico.  I've know him for about two years, (don't know if i mentioned that before.) Wednesday, I went over to his apartment and we talked, watched tv, and went to do his laundry.  Ok, I know that that's gotta be the most boring date ever - completely domestic and tame - but it was honestly the best date I have ever been on.  Kristina can't figure out if it's because I'm in love, or I'm just a really boring person.  Who knows?  All I know is that I really, really care for him alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13116982-112326116207109126?l=worldofshelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/feeds/112326116207109126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13116982&amp;postID=112326116207109126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/112326116207109126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/112326116207109126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/2005/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316571583545908851</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-13116982.post-111992545431455627</id><published>2005-06-27T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:24:14.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/265/6617/640/getimage.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/265/6617/200/getimage.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Scala &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13116982-111992545431455627?l=worldofshelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111992545431455627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13116982&amp;postID=111992545431455627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/111992545431455627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/111992545431455627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/2005/06/la-scala.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316571583545908851</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-13116982.post-111989918630995288</id><published>2005-06-27T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:23:50.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/556/1141/1600/cracked%20egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/556/1141/320/cracked%20egg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Ok, so Saturday night I had a 'date'. The first one in a while since I tend to make myself in-accessible most of the time, and with my schedule...good GRIEF! Somehow...my mental state was questionable at the time, or so I thought...and I agreed to meet and talk, after which, I promptly freaked myself out. Desperate to get out of it, but with no way to contact him, I pleaded with a friend to call me and give me an out. She swore she would, but just in case, I asked...let's call her...'Tina' to shop at the Target down the street from where I was meeting said guy. We agreed that if I didn't text a "HELP" message in 45 minutes, that she would call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem here...she and everybody else on the face of the planet called me in the first few minutes and I turned my phone to silent. After seven unanswered calls, 'Tina' decided to break several traffic laws and show up at the date. She didn't see my car, (which was parked on the other side of the building) and jumped to the only possible conclusion, "He's put something in her drink and drug her to a back alley to kill/maim her!" On the off chance that we were still there, she decided to leave her very pregnant friend, 'Nan' in the car and storm the fort...er...restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as a side note, I was actually having a good time, nothing frightening about him at all. I actually might walk down a dark alley with him now that I know him better. He showed me pictures of his son, and we were really having a good time...until...Kristina...oh...um...'Tina' made her entrance. My back was to the door, so I didn't see her, but he did and gave me a really funny look. 'Tina' runs right up to our table and demands that I leave "right now" because 'Nan' is at the hospital in labor. I just rolled my eyes, knowing that she was lying, (badly might I add) and asked her to call me when she new anything and I would meet them there later. After saying this in various ways several times, she finally got the message and left...or so I thought. Embarrassed, I explained as best I could. Little did I know, as added precaution, 'Tina' pulled up right next to the window with an obviously pregnant 'Nan' in tow. I didn't even see them, but he did, and asked, "Is that the friend that's at the hospital having the baby?" Mortified, I waved them on and sheepishly told him that they were worried about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my and their defense, he hasn't always 'looked' like the nicest man, (I've known him for over a year). I explained this to him and he laughed telling me that his brother told him he needed to smile more because he looked like a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I have done without 'Tina' and 'Nan'? Well, I could have had a nice normal date with a guy that I think I just might like. It still would have been fun without all the drama, but I guess I have something to laugh about now. It doesn't matter anyway, we'll be going out again later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To any sisters/friends of mine that think it might be a good idea to say something to Mom &amp;amp; Dad about this...very, VERY BAD IDEA!!! Mom's just a little crazy and I refuse to bring anyone home until I'm absolutely ready! Get it? Got it? Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real eye-roller:&lt;br /&gt;A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miss Whack, I'd like to get a $30,000 loan to take a holiday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and askes his name. The frog says his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it's ok, he knows the bank manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog says, "Sure. I have this," and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very confused, Patty explains that she'll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into the back office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finds the manager and says, "There's a frog called Kermit Jagger out there, who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30, 000, and he wants to use this as collateral."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds up the tiny pink elephant. "I mean, what in the world is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you're gonna love this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's a real treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a masterpiece)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wait for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank manager looks back at her an says...&lt;br /&gt;"It's a knicknack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man's a Rolling Stone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you're singing it aren't you...come on...I know you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never take life too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You grinned didn't you...uh huh...I know it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13116982-111989918630995288?l=worldofshelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111989918630995288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13116982&amp;postID=111989918630995288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/111989918630995288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/111989918630995288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/2005/06/thank-god-for-friends.html' title='Thank God for Friends'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316571583545908851</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-13116982.post-111828457121862879</id><published>2005-06-08T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:36:11.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of links I like</title><content type='html'>This just made me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.flowgo.com/greetings/madeapoop/madeapoop.swf"&gt;http://i.flowgo.com/greetings/madeapoop/madeapoop.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13116982-111828457121862879?l=worldofshelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111828457121862879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13116982&amp;postID=111828457121862879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/111828457121862879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/111828457121862879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/2005/06/couple-of-links-i-like.html' title='A couple of links I like'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316571583545908851</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-13116982.post-111826018114842431</id><published>2005-06-08T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:24:20.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I enjoyed this, and thought I'd share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;But rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, margarita in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;"Woo hoo!!! What a ride!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Also, I absolutely do NOT mean to offend anyone by the following, but for anyone who knew, or knows of my Grandmother, you will understand why I included this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;For some time, many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts you can now respond in an intellectual way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;They had one on, Jack Schitt, who in turn married his lovely wife Noe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The deeply religious couple had six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and twins Deap Schitt and Dip Schitt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Against her parents' objections, Deap Schitt married her second cousin and high school dropout, Dumb Schitt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;After 15 years of marriage, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt-Sherlock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Meanwile, her twin son Dip Schitt, married his high school sweetheart, Loda and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition nicknamed, Chicken Schitt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Two of the other six children Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens Brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the "Schitt-Happens nuptials." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd and Hoarse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned home from Italy with his new bride, Pisa Schitt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt," you can correct them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Sincerely Yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Crock O'Schitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13116982-111826018114842431?l=worldofshelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111826018114842431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13116982&amp;postID=111826018114842431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/111826018114842431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/111826018114842431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-enjoyed-this-and-thought-id-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316571583545908851</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-13116982.post-111704161722046169</id><published>2005-05-25T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T12:20:17.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing up confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ok guys, just to clear up a little bit of confusion...I don't really have a fiance.  My sister called me yesterday, screaming at me because she didn't know.  He's just a good friend that makes other people leave me alone when needed. ;-)  Love you sis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13116982-111704161722046169?l=worldofshelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111704161722046169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13116982&amp;postID=111704161722046169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/111704161722046169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/111704161722046169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/2005/05/clearing-up-confusion.html' title='Clearing up confusion'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316571583545908851</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-13116982.post-111687599027660906</id><published>2005-05-23T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T12:21:34.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi everyone! I'm Shelly, and this is my blog. I've been told for some time now, that I needed one, but I've been dragging my feet, (Yeah Janna, you can jump up and down now. You won.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I am a Sophmore Vocal Music Performance major, (ie., I sing). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm in love with Opera, but I also enjoy some Broadway/Musical Theater. I'm hoping to transfer to a University next year, assuming I get lots of money. I've been studying voice with the most awesome teacher ever, Darlene Marks, for nearly four years, and have gotten the opportunity to play some really amazing rolls, not to mention I gave my very first solo recital last month! I had so much fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I work as a Personal Assistant to a Mary Kay Cosmetics Director. Been there for 11 years this summer, (since I was 13). Love it, Love it!!! What girl doesn't dream of playing with makeup all day?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm also a part-time waitress for IHOP...hate it! I really can't stand the human race sometimes!! I do however, work with some really fun people, so they kinda make up for the grumpy customer aspect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's Lisa, my way too fun manager, Ryan who gives the absolute best shoulder massages, Queen Mary who hates Fernando, my "fiance" with a passion, (she sayes we'd have monster children), and a whole bunch of fun, and not so fun people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that's about it for now. Check back later for more and leave feedback and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooooh...I almost forgot...my friend Zuriel has a band that's really, really awesome, and no, I'm not being partial!!! They have a realy good sound, so check out their website &lt;a href="http://www.madefreshdaily.org"&gt;www.madefreshdaily.org&lt;/a&gt; they should have MP3's up pretty soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;See ya'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13116982-111687599027660906?l=worldofshelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/feeds/111687599027660906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13116982&amp;postID=111687599027660906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/111687599027660906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13116982/posts/default/111687599027660906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofshelly.blogspot.com/2005/05/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316571583545908851</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
