I love my friendships. I love being able to talk, share stories, laugh, and have good times with people. One of the things that I’ve been very very grateful for is having such good friends that I know I can count on “in sickness and health, in good times and bad times, for rich or poor” Oh wait we can’t get married. shoot.

One of the things I think that is hard to do when you become an adult is making friends. Sometimes its easy for me. I’ll meet someone and we’ll just click. My friend Tamara who I met out here in Georgia I already feel like is a family member. (she’s like my “brother” from another mother) From day one I just felt so lucky and blessed to have her. Because I feel like she gets me and I get her. What an awesome feeling.

Sometimes its hard. Honestly I’d be friends with every one in the world if I could. Maybe even…I don’t know… Britney Spears? I’d be like “Yo Britney Heavenly Father loves you, and I love you cause we are like his spirit children so that makes you my sister, and I’ll help you get your kids back and maybe we could go get a pedicure. wanna play bunko?”

Actually I don’t know if I could be friends with Britney… (the papparazi follow me around enough as is.) But you know what I’m saying :)

I always want to improve relationships, by becoming a better friend, supporting a person, laughing with someone, sharing feelings… I honestly love having friends.
I try not to make someone feel bad or not welcome… or offend someone. but I think thats a really hard thing to do because we all say things that are offensive at times. but when it comes down to it it really isn’t intentional. so I am sorry if I’ve ever been a jerky jerk.

As I’m becoming more of an adult I try to recognize people as they are, who they are trying to become, and love them and appreciate that just as it is.

Having friends and family love you for who you are, for the good, the bad, (the ugly?) is a tremendous blessing. (I’m totally tearing up right now) (just thought you should know… maybe you’ll be able to shed some tears too… such a release:)

Dear family and friends (which definitely includes bloggy friends!!!),

Thank you for everything. I love having you in my life. I love spending time with you and for all the support you give me. I count my family and friends in the nearest dearest place in my heart. I have had good times in my life, I’ve had rough times in my life… but all along you love me for just the way I am :)

Here’s to friendships, old and new, and yet to become.

love, Shellie

And….

end scene.

bow
wipe a tear
and bow again.

:)

Actually there could be several titles for this post. Some of which are.

“Wanna have motivation to lose weight? Get seen Naked by some Dude.”

“The Weirdest Pep Talk I’ll Ever Get”

“Oh HELLO! DIDN’T see you there Peeping Tom! Nice to meet you I’m Shellie.”

“Guys I just saw that LADY naked” High Fives all around

So yeah I was seen naked this past summer by someone other than my husband. That someone being some dude I don’t know. And yes I mean full on BUTT NAKED. By some DUDE! During DAY LIGHT!
(and ya’ll know Day Light is the worse light to get seen naked)

Here’s the story.

We moved to Atlanta in June 2007 into an apartment complex. Our apartment was on the 3rd floor surronded by trees. Now if you’ve never been to the south you got to know that when you have trees around you its like a natural curtain… A green leafy natural curtain… You can’t see anything beyond those leaves. So it got me quite comfortable in leaving our blinds open 24/7.

One day we got a notice on our door saying that the apartments exterior were going to be repainted. For the next two weeks we were advised to keep things off our balcony and keep our blinds closed for privacy. I followed those rules for 2 weeks. Then Week 3 I noticed that the painters had moved all their supplies to the next building. But during week 3 I still left the blinds closed during the day. Just in case.

Now fast forward to the end of week 3… I was dying without light in our house. You know how apartments get… they are already small and gloomy. and in the south sometimes houses can get very musty with all the humidity. Oh and did I mention that Indians lived in our apartment before we did? No?
and did I mention their cooking smells permeated the walls, *our clothing, *our HAIR? Sheesh everytime I swear I walked into our place it smelled like one big saffron curry bomb went off. and I mean that in a bad way.

Now add the humidity to that smell and its like asking yourself

“Is this how I want to die? Being overcome with moldy curry, pass out, go into coma, dr’s proclaim me a vegtable, so they pull the plug?”

I didn’t think so! SO ANYWAY back to the nudity
(as Lisa and Shannon would say Yeowza!)

On this particular summer day Shellie decides to open her blinds all the way up! to let the sunshine that is filtering through the natural green leafy curtain to warm her house and soul. She cleans all morning as busy as a bee and then puts her child down for her nap. Seeing that she now has 2 hrs to herself and finally time to shower….

So I take a shower and after I get out I go to my dresser to get dressed. No big deal…

Out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of movement. I look over. There is a dude’s face right there. I literally could reach my arm out (not even really reach) More like LIFT my arm! and tap his face. We didn’t make eye contact because when I turned my head he looked away. He was on a ladder (3rd floor remember) and holding a paint brush.

I don’t EVEN remember what happened next. I think I BLACKED out… oh I do remember trying to cover my huge A$$ (you can swear if you do things like that) with my hands as I ran to the bathroom.

I finally came too, probably after a couple of hours, a couple of days… who knows. I got my cell phone which had been charging in the bathroom and called Chad.
Here’s where weird pep talk comes in.
“HONEEEEY! I just got seen naked by some duuuuuuude!”
“WHAT!”
so then I tell what happened.

“He’s going to go tell all his coworker buddies that he just saw some fat lady naked”
“No he won’t he’ll say he saw some lady naked”

“No he won’t he’ll be like I just saw some fat chick and it was disgusting”

“No he probably got really turned on”

“Really?”

“Yeah honey its okay I’m sure all his buddies are giving him high fives right now”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah honey… its okay… he probably thought you were hot”

“Okay”

“Do you feel better?”

“Yeah I guess so”

So then I looked at myself in the mirror, turned around, pretended like I was running while covering my butt with my hands… ewww sick.that did not look pleasant Come on you know you’ve all done it… what you haven’t turned around and seen what your butt looks like when you are walking or running? Just me? whatever I don’t believe you.

Thats when it clicked for me. I have to lose some weight. This jelly I’ve got going on has GOT TO GO! So the next day I enrolled at L.A. weight loss. Paid a hefty penny. Lost 9 lbs in a month, then I gained some back, then I lost some, and gained… but now guess what? I’ve lost 20lbs since June 2007!

Thanks dude.

*I made that part up

So here in GA children’s consignment sales are huge. A while ago I went to one and one of the things I bought was a Fisher Price Little People House. The house was all taped up but inside I could tell there was accessories for the house in a ziploc bag.

Contents of Ziploc Baggie
1 Dad
2 Mommy’s
1 Queen Sized Bed (with lovely yellow bedspread)
1 Baby
1 Baby Furniture
1 Kitchen Table
2 Kitchen Chairs

Awesome! I didn’t really think it was that big of a deal when I saw it… I just thought sweet one can be the “babysitter” but when I set it up for Kate with all the furniture in the rooms with corosponding people it totally FREAKED me out. I was OH MY GOSH I JUST BOUGHT BIG LOVE PLAY HOUSE FOR MY KID!!!!

P.S.

The burgler didn’t come with this… it came with another set Tamara bought me. But I thought I’d add him to add to the drama :)

I’m going to announce a winner early. I hope no one minds! but I think we have a clear winner! Tiffany M. Vail a.k.a the coolest person in shellie’s mind WINS!

Tiffany what colors would you like for your one of a kind Sweet A Designs Signature by Shellie?

Just let me know and I’ll get one made in like 2 seconds. Seriously thats all it takes.

Thank you all for participating. You’ve earned major brownie points.

Well hi ya’ll! Nice to see you! After a lot of time at the drafting board with my think tank we’ve come up with a new product @ Sweet A Designs!

drum roll please

pulling back the curtain

Ta Daaaaaaa!

You can now order you’re very own “Blog Mascot” made by me Shellie with the ever impressive Windows Paint Program.

Lisa over @ The New Adventures of Old Lisa is the very first recipient of a Sweet A Designs Blog Mascot.

And it only cost her one shekel

Now order your’s today they are going to go fast! I’m taking requests at shellie.kendrick@gmail.com or you can leave a comment!

P.S.

Make sure you enter the contest below! There’s some strong competition going on.

love,

Okay I’m going to hold my very first prize giveway.

The Prize

An original Sweet A Designs signature that you can sign off with every post designed by me Shellie with Paint Program.

The Rules
Leave as many comments as you want. the more comments you leave on this post the more cooler that makes you in my mind. the most coolest person in my mind wins.

May the coolest person win!

Love,

If anyone wants a sweet A signature designed by Shellie using the ever impressive Paint program I am now taking orders. It will cost you $1. Just go to paypal and pay me at my email address chadwickandshellbell@gmail.com (that is my paypal acct)

I already have a customer Shannon!

Here you go Shan! Enjoy!

So Kelly asked me to ’splain how we almost got murdered in that antique/swap meet store in Savannah and while nothing really dangerous happened it mostly goes to our gut feeling.

We walked into the store. it smelled bad. it was dingy. there was old stuff everywhere. and one lone weirdo at the register. Lisa’s gut feeling kicked in faster than mine… probably because she’s pregnant and her maternal instict is very much in force right now. So Lisa stayed within 5 feet of the door at all times.

While I on the other hand got in closer and closer to lone weirdo. Besides the weird conversation lone weirdo and I had about the cookie jar nothing really happened. The other creepy creep who apparently owned the cookie jar (part of the weird conversation) came across the street from a bar to accept my check. But in my gut I started feeling like something bad is going to happen. So we high tailed it out of there.

As we were walking down the street Lisa says “They could have totally murdered us and no one would have ever found us” I was like “You’re so right” and then I got the chills.

But it brings me to my point. SERIOUSLY I’m proud because sometimes I’m just so random.

When you have a gut feeling I think you should go with your gut feeling. I mean sometimes I don’t because I’m like no I’m just so paranoid or I’m feeling this way because I watched to many episodes of Unsolved Mysteries when I was a kid. But for real I think your instict is like “Hello I’m trying to keep you alive… this is potentially dangerous… GET OUT of it!” Or “what you are witnessing doesn’t feel right Say Something!”

My friend Tamara and I were talking about the missing hiker who was kidnapped and killed here in Georgia not far from us. Here’s the thing: people called in immediatly with tips and they found the guy pretty quick. And why so many people called in was because they saw her and the guy talking and they felt like it was a creepy thing so it stuck out in their minds. I bet those people who witnessed her walking away feel really terrible they didn’t do something. I mean their gut instict told them it was bad and thats why they remembered it. So tamara and I were like “it kindof teaches us a lesson” When we see something that makes us feel creepy or that something is not right we have to say something, get out of the situation, or never get into it when we see it might head there. Have to.

because I’m too poor to pay Shauna to make me a signature for my blog. I made one for myself.

don’t you just love it!

p.s.
its not that shauna charges to much. at all. it like a $1 for a signature so I guess what I really mean is I’m to lazy to contact Shauna and pay $1 over paypal for a signature.