1. Tresemme 24 Hour Body
 Just got this because I’m always on the look out for product that will give me volume and hold for the day without costing an arm and a leg. I saw this recommended in People style magazine and they raved about it. Two Thumbs way up for giving my hair all day volume!

2.  Goody Simple Styles
I have the twirly pins that give you the hold of 20 bobby pins. Simplest way to put your hair in a bun or side chignon. It really really holds all day and takes maybe 1 minute to do.

3. New Music Alert
Court Yard Hounds (basically the dixie chicks minus a chick) Oh man I love me some soft twangy bluegrass music. Love Love Love “I Miss You” I think I’ve listened to it a million times as of today.

4. Manicurist of Seville OPI nail polish
a deep spanish red that will make your heart sing

5. THIS SONG!
okay maybe its because I have a HUGE crush on Zachary Levi from chuck… but I’m really really digging that he also sings! Yeah Chuck… can sing!

6. Mossimo Tshirt from Target
I know it doesn’t look like much but its the sweetest sexiest tshirt i’ve owned in a while. Its a light tissuey cotton… longer in the back… looks awesome with skinny jeans, some hoop earrings, and flip flops… $10 I think I’m going back soon to get it in white.

7. Tresemme Curl Activator
I’ve been doing this cute new wavy thing with my hair that I learned off of YouTube… kind of a beachy look. Anyway I just spray this on and go to work with my curling iron and WAH LA! the beachy waves keep all day long (I am thinking of creating my own YouTube tutorial about how to do it… one thing you didn’t know about me is that I am obsessed with makeup and hair tutorials on youtube :)

Well I’m feeling so healthy this morning and thank goodness because I don’t think I’ve been this sick since my Pnumonia Outbreak 2005. 

Happy Monday and I Love you!

cut & color my hair like pinks…

a lot of reasons why i feel i can’t… but its just one of those things that i wish I could….  do you have something like that? 

PS

have you ever seen this Vid from the grammy’s?  It’s pretty much amazing and I get chills every time I watch it… if you haven’t… its near the end that it gets all sorts of Awesome

YouTube - P!nk - Glitter In The Air
 

the reason why the last post was entitled “Dream Bedroom”  was because I was going to post pictures of what I really would like my bedroom to look like… but then I somehow started it off on the wrong foot by telling ya’ll about my weird burrito dream. 

So anyway here are some pictures of what inspires me for what I would like my bedroom to look like.  Chad is not on board at all.  He thinks that if we had a white bed set that the kids would instantly go find themselves a mud puddle and then try to make snow angels on top of the comforter.  But this is what I’m holding out for and I’m a girl who likes to pretend that I get what I want. 

by the way I went to yoga last night you know because I’m on a quest for Serenity in 2010 and it helped a little.  There was one part where I was meditating and she was saying “Whatever bad things are in your mind write down the one word that you associate with it, write it down on a piece of paper, roll it up, tie it to a balloon and watch it drift away”  So I wrote down a word, rolled it up, watched it drift away and not kidding the balloon then popped and it came back down to me and i was like “stupid brain”  so then I did it again… and right when I was tying it to the balloon she changed poses on us!!! 

but it made me miss my sister Stephanie a whole lot.  She is a great yoga instructor.  She has this peace about her that I love and appreciate.  And why I love it so much is because she’s really earned it.  and I think thats why people can really feel it during her classes,  because its real and genuine and trusting. 

found this song the other day and i’m really feeling it right now

 especially these words:

No, this is how it works,
You peer inside yourself,
You take the things you like,
Then try to love the things you took.
And then you take the love you made,
And stick it into some,
Someone else’s heart,
Pumping someone else’s blood.
And walking arm in arm,
You hope you don’t get harmed.
But even if it does,
You’ll just do it all again.

Well now that I’ve turned this into such a hodge podge of a post I’ll tell you something else.  I dyed my hair the other day and also my eyebrows and it stained my skin purple.  So I googled “how to remove hair dye stains”  and it gave me some options.  First I used baking soda toothpaste.  then nail polish remover.  burned!  the other option they gave me was to get cigerette ash and mix it with shampoo but I didn’t have any cigarette ash on hand :(  so I kept reading and it told me to get a mr clean magic eraser.  I did that and it worked… but basically it was like sandpaper and it rubbed the skin off my face.  it hurt so bad!!!

oh and I got a new headband yesterday at Target.  it kinda looks like this

that about does it! have a great weekend - love shell

i love boots

i would buy this pair

i own one pair of boots.  I bought them at the DI like 6 years ago.  I think a hooker donated them.   well a hooker from the 90’s anyway because they do have a thick chunky heel. 

Seriouly they are fug.  

and to be honest they make me feel ashamed. 

and to be even more honest they came from payless.

so that means

Payless—>hooker—>D.I.—-> Shellie

awesome.

buying these boots means means one thing and one thing only

REDEMPTION

and I would wear them everywhere even to the beach

and it would be a beautiful and mystical sight to behold. 

(I’ll  have to start a boot redemption fund because those bad boys are $448 at victoriassecret.com But i have a plan to save up all my free underwear coupons they send me and maybe do a trade)

Wow its not often that I have three different categories for a post.  But today is a lucky day. Or the “day of luck” as some say.  Or you can even call it a lucky ducky day.  Whatev :)  You have your free agency. 

You might be wondering… how in the world are you going to fit Cancer, Dating, and Personal Beautification into one story.  its actually 3 different stories with one common theme.  Victoria’s Secret.  Victoria’s Secret to me is like my mother ship.  My homeland.  Mein Kampf.  actually I think that means something else….  anyway I LOVE VICTORIAS SECRET!  like major hard core.  They have shoes, purses, makeup, lotion, swimsuits, bra’s, panee panees (to quote Kate)  shirts dresses pants, coats, gloves, hats, sweats, robes, slippers, socks… DUDE I could go on all day.  I LOVE YOU V.S.  so so so much.  and I’m not ashamed to say it. 

So lets start off with a cancer story.  It won’t make you cry.  I promise.  This story happened right around the time i first got diagnosed because I remember it being around valentines day.  and why I remember it being around Valentines day is because some playroom volunteers brought us up to a big walk way that connected the UofU hospital to PCMC and let us paint the windows.  I painted a BIG pink heart and inside of it I painted

I

Love

Paul, Philip, Mckay, and Rob

and underneath that I wrote

Shellie Long

Non Hodgkins Lymphoma

Paul was a new addition to the ”Boys that Shellie Loves” club.   I didn’t really know him that well but he was in my ward.  He was like 2 years older than me.  But like right before I got admitted that week he wrote me a little card (Probably because his mom encouraged him to) and said something like “Get Better Soon”  and included a year book picture.  I took that card and ran with it. 

“Get Better Soon” didn’t mean “Get Better Soon”  it meant “I love you so much and I want to marry you and kiss you and go on long walks with you on the beach where you’ll be wearing a white sundress and I’ll be wearing some khaki shorts and at sunset I’ll pick you up and swing you around and then we’ll lay in the sand and kiss while the waves crash over us… of course shot all in Black and White film stock” 

and the yearbook picture didn’t mean “Here’s a photo because my mom ordered the super duper A pkg from school and I have 42 wallet size pics to hand out”  it meant “I will wait for you.  Will you wait for me?” 

YES I WILL!  I WILL!

So that’s why I painted Paul that afternoon.  Because thats what you do when you love someone.  You proclaim it.

So I decided to write him back.  :)  get ready… wait for it… wait for it

I didn’t write back just a card, or a little letter.  I made a booklet.  A booklet of love.  It was filled with poems, little doodles ” U R A QT”  and pictures.  But not pictures of me.  But pictures I pretended like they were me.  I clipped out pictures from a Victoria Secret magazine.  Girls with shiny golden hair, girls with tanned torsos,  and long long legs.  and underneath I wrote “This is me going to the beach” or  “This is me making breakfast in the morning” and ”This is me brushing my hair”  I did this because he had confessed his love to me and sent me a token of his love.  This was my way of reciprocating and strengthening our relationship. 

this is me wearing mittens for when we go sledding for mutual!!!!!! U R SO CUTE!!!!

So after I got it finished when my mom was making a trip into town I asked if we could stop by Paul’s house so that I could give him something.  I put my booklet of love into a big envelope and wrote in very sweet loopy big letters “Paul”   So then we drove over and I put it in his mailbox.  and we drove off.

 and then I waited.  and waited.  and waited.  and thought of our love, and our kids, and my wedding dress.  and then waited and waited some more.  and then I ran into Paul at church and he said “Hi” and then walked away fast.  and I was crushed.   I wanted to run up to him and tell him “I know I’m ugly and I don’t have any hair… I promise I’ll try to get a wig”  There was only a couple of times I really really wanted a wig.  That was one of those times. 

Uh but now I get why he walked away fast :)  I think the booklet was a little much. 

WHAT WAS I THINKING!  oh man I still cringe over it. 

Victoria Secret Dating Story-

  In college - aka my glory days- I dated this really awesome guy that I met through my cousin Jen when we went to a UVSC basketball game.  He was tall, dark and handsome and really funny and nice.  I can’t get enough of nice guys.  We clicked.  We were really good friends and really enjoyed hanging out.  He also suffered from insomnia… well that’s what he told me… but I think it was so I felt bad for him so he could put the moves on me. 

Well one day we went to the mall together and I asked if I could do some “personal” shopping and meet up with him later.  I had to go to V.S. to get a new bra and panee panee’s.   He was like okay.  So we parted ways and made a plan to meet up in a half hour. 

So I go into V.S.  and look at all the fun underwear.  Then the saleslady comes up to me and we talk over the different types of bras yada yada yada… so I get measured, try on some different ones… find one I like and then the saleslady talks me into buying this other nice set.  So I get it and they wrap it up in tons of tissue and place it in a black and pink bag. 

Then I meet up with boyfriend.  He was like so what did you get? 

I was like “Okay I’ll let you take a peek and that’s that” I pull a piece of tissue back and let him see a little flash of fabric…. 

he looks at me a little skeptical ”what’s that”

“my bra”

“its brown?”

“yeah… actually more beige… the saleslady said it was more practical” 

“oh”

“yeah”  poor guy.  I mean if you are going to get a peek at a bra I’m sure “nude beigey grandma bra”  isn’t on the top of your wish list.  :) 

So on to personal beautification :)  This happened very recently.  like 6 months ago.  For my birthday I got my haircut at Toni and Guy at the North Point mall.  It’s like super duper nice.  and very edgy.  and very chic.  and very uber cool.  and like I don’t really fit in.  So I go in there with my mom sneakers, and my mom t shirt, and my mom jeans.  and this girl who is going to cut my hair is wearing black high heels, and black tights, and black leather mini skirt, and black tank top, and her hair is like bleached blond and a little spiky.  and she has tatoos that look like she’s wearing a long sleeved shirt. 

So as we are sitting at her station with tons of people around us she says as she’s playing with my long brown dull hair.

“So honey what are we going to do?”

and I say very excitedly and a little loud.

“I don’t know… but basically I want Victoria Secret hair” 

I swear the whole place went silent.  like all the chit chat stopped, all the blow dryers stopped, all the snip snipping stopped.  and everyone looked at me… took in my momness and tried very hard not to laugh.

“Okay lets see what we can do” she said very sweetly and understanding that I needed a little boost :)  and she gave me an awesome hair cut!  I love you Amy! and of course as always Victoria

Sexy People  is my new favorite Blog!

check it out :)

and I think we should have a little contest!!!!! Find an “Awesome Portrait Studio Picture” of yourself and email it to the Sexy People blog.  So you have the rest of the week until Monday to find one, and scan it in  and send it to him.  Then comment back on my Monday Post (3/16/09) to tell me you’ve entered.  The first one of us who gets our picture posted on the Sexy People blog wins a $10 gift card to Target! 

Before I got married I was distraught with what I was going to wear on my honey moon night. 

 My whole life I grew up thinking that I would bring a men’s two piece flannel pj set with me to the hotel.  I’d leave the bottoms for my husband to wear and I slip into the bathroom to put on the button up top.  Then I would say “I’m Ready”  from the bathroom… open the door, dangle my leg, and then step out wearing this button up flannel top.  Then my husband would be wearing the matching bottoms and it would be so freaking awesome.  In my mind it was like the grown up ROMANTIC version of wearing best friend necklaces.  Apart we look fine.  Together we TOTALLY MATCH!

Fast forward to 2 weeks before the wedding.  I go on the search for men’s pj’s.  Here’s the thing I didn’t realize though.  Men’s pj’s come in sets.  and I would have to buy size Large pj set.  which would mean my pj top would be Large.  Men’s Large.  and all that kept running through my mind was that me coming out of the bathroom it would be like this.

Dangle leg…

Step out.

Wanting to look like this

 but instead (because of the Men’s Large Top)

Look like this

So I had to nix that idea :( 

My name is Shellie Long Kendrick and I suffer from Kissy Face Syndrome. 

also known as pucker face

The Definition found at UrbanDictionary.com reads:

Kissy Face

A face girls make when their picture is taken. Involves pursing the lips and sometimes tilting the head up. They think it makes them look sexy.

example: All the girls on mySpace are making a kissy face.

 Seriously If you take 10 pictures of me in at least one of them I will have kissy face.  If I take 10 pictures of myself 9 of them will be Kissy Face.

Here is the breakdown of Kissy Face

1.  You spend your preteen years not smiling because you hate your smile.

2.  You see some older pretty 9th grade cheerleader and her friends pulling Kissy Face in your 1995 Rigby Jr High Year book.

3.  The next time you are in a group of people you try making Kissy Face.  You look like you ate a lemon.

4.  You try again.  You look like you smelled an old diaper.

5.  You try again!!!! You look back at 1995 year book and study each individual cheerleader face.  

6.  You practice in the mirror.

7.  You’ve got it! 

8.  You pull kissy face for the next several years in almost every photograph.

9. You learn how to make “Haughty I’m all that!!!” Kissy face. 

10.  You then get sick and tired of making kissy face but everyone else does it so you keep doing it.

11.  You continue into college.

12.  You pull it on your wedding day.  I mean come on you want to look Sexy Sassy and Sweet don’t you!

13.  You have your first kid.

14.  You try to pull it out Kissy Face in the Family Reunion pictures.  its not working.  you’ve lost your mojo.

15.  You run across pictures of people doing kissy face on the internet and realize how kinda dumb it looks. 

We all know Girls do it

BUT Girls aren’t the only ones

President Bush does it.

Elvis did it!

New Jerseyans do it.

She’s mixing Kissy Face with Crunk face… major skillz

EVEN BABIES DO IT!

16.  get embarrassed and vow to never do it again.

Congrats #14
LISA

Please email @ Shellie.Kendrick@gmail.com with your address so I can give the Prize Patrol Van directions.

On totally unrelated news

#1.  I’m sorry bloggy friends/family for being gone and not being caught up with you all.  Its been a crazy busy week. 

#2.  I got my hair cut and high lighted.  Its okay.  Not as bad as the time where I whacked it off and I had someone (eh hem Jill Christensen) tell me that I looked like Sharon Osbourne. nor as good as the time where Jason my stylist from Heaven gave me the best hair cut in the world and people would stop me on the street and ask me who cut it.  Its just Okay. 

#3.  Is it just me or do any of you want to throw up thinking about cheese stuffed pizza crust Pizza from Pizza hut?  Its like someone wrapped a couple of string cheese’s in dough and baked it.  Yuck.   Don’t get me wrong cause I love string cheese… and dough… but the two combined just make me want to vomit.

Coming soon from the Vault of Shellie….  Poopy Parfume Story!!!!

I know you guys love when I open the vault and pull a wonderful story from my past out to share. 

Back in 2001 I worked at Deseret Book with a lot of BYU nerds.  Remember the couple that got married, the ones who both dressed up as Harry Potter for Halloween?  Those were just 2 of the nerds I worked with.  How did I even get the job because clearly I am not in the same catagory.  I mean back in College I was so cool.  I drove a little white Jetta, lived in a super cool condo, dated some really cool guys (have I ever told you the story of Seth?  I’ll have to get on that.   or the guy I dated that brought over George of the Jungle and quoted the entire movie…. yes every single line… even the girl lines… even the monkey that talked lines!!!!) 

But anyway so among all these uber nerds at Deseret Book there I was wrapping hymn books, engraving names on scriptures, and reading as many Jeanette Oke books that I could get my hands on.  During this time I started dating Chad.  (Every one at Deseret Book thought he was stalking me… because thats what I told them)  I did some very nice things for Chad while I worked there.  I made him a leather key ring “The Chad” engraved in gold leaf.  I called him on my breaks to see what he was up too.  and I also said “I love you” for the first time to him while I was on the phone there. 

as we were hanging up I said “I love you goodbye”  and he just said “uhhhhh…” and I was so embarrassed that I hung up the phone on him.  Oh and we also got a free book as our christmas bonus and I ordered a church book in portuguese for him.  I was the best girlfriend.  Well except for the fact that I told everyone he was stalking me.  So everytime he left the store after visiting me my little friends would come up to me and be like “oh my gosh he’s so creepy and I can’t believe he’s stalking you!!! what are you going to do!!!” and I would be like “I KNOW!!!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO”  sorry honey :)

Okay so to the whole point of the story…. Poopy Parfume Story

So I wore this perfume called “Lucky Brand Perfume”  yeah you know made by Lucky Brand Jeans (I still wear it… so good)   and I had a brilliant idea one day at deseret book while stocking necklaces, tie tacks, and oil viles.

I’ll get an oil vile keychain and put my perfume in it and while Chad and I are out on a date I can descreetly dab some perfume on while he’s not looking.  That way I’ll always smell good.  So I bought a little blue key chain oil vile.  Went home and put some of my Lucky Brand perfume in it.  When ever chad and I were together I would go to the bathroom and put some on.  Well after a couple of weeks I had lost my keys with the blue oil vile keychain… so I used my back up key set for a couple of more weeks.  Then one day I found my original keys with the “perfume vile” (the pefume had now been in there for at least a month or two) and I went with Chad on a date.  So I go to the bathroom to go potty and reapply my lip gloss and was like Sweet!  I can put some pefume on.

So I dabbed some on and went back to Chad.  When I sat down by him his face got all scrunched up.  He looked like he was going to throw up.  Like he just smelled the worst shiz in the world. 

“What?” I asked

“That SMELL!”

“What Smell?”

“I’m sorry but something smells so bad!”

“What me?”  “I smell bad?”

“yes like poop”

“Really?”  I couldn’t smell it.  Maybe I had a cold or something for real I couldn’t smell anything.

Chad leaned in closer and smelled around my neck.  He immediatly pulled back. His eyes were watering.

“Did you put something on?”

“I put on some perfume.”  I start going through my purse, trying to get my key ring out.

“See!  its just perfume”  I showed him the oil key chain vile… opening up the lid… and then I took a big sniff…

BARF!  IT SMELLED LIKE A ROTTEN TURD. 

It seriously smelled so awful.  I started to gag.  I don’t know why I couldn’t smell it when I had put it on.  Maybe because I was in the bathroom and it already smelled like rotten turd in there.  or something.

anyway I high tailed it back to the bathroom and scrubbed away at my neck like a madwoman.  My neck was pink and raw after I was done.

Then when I got back to Chad I felt pretty stupid but he was cool about it and was trying hard not to laugh.  I guess the metal that the vile was made of chemically reaccted with the perfume to make it smell like donkey barf turd. 

so lesson learned.  don’t put pefume in a metal oil vile.  but I bet the wooden ones might be okay.  I’ll have to try it out and let you know.