Napkin Girl

Confession

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 12:44:28 -0400

I cancelled on hanging out with a friend the other night so I could lay in bed for 4 hours watching foreign television. Ain’t even mad. I got caught up, ate half a loaf of French bread, didn’t wear anything besides some boxers and a hoodie, didn’t brush hair… Life was awesome that day.

Today I’m all “beautiful” for work. Ugh.

Writing a Story about Shelley-Based Characters

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 12:52:44 -0400

The characters I’ve created that occasionally pop out at times:

Walter - remembers when everything was invented

Mildred - Walter’s young wife, she’s only like 1,000 years old

Johnny - a bum who talks somewhat like Napoleon Dynamite

Emily - foreign exchange student from England who gets confused by American customs.

Barbara - wants to be the next Paula Deen

Svetlana - Russian. Need I say more?

Bryan - angry all the time!!!!

Marilyn - from Brooklyn and owns a beauty salon; she’s very particular

Susie - high-pitched, constantly happy, no friends, doesn’t realize it

Sometimes, a girl needs a beer, her iPod, and an empty backyard at 10:30 at night.

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 23:41:16 -0400

Sometimes, a girl needs a beer, her iPod, and an empty backyard at 10:30 at night.

My pen pal wants to fly me out to England so I can stay with him for a few weeks. Um… Life is...

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 12:57:43 -0400

My pen pal wants to fly me out to England so I can stay with him for a few weeks.

Um… Life is not a romance novel. Don’t try and sweep me off my feet with that crap. I’m not interested in love and all that other bull. Why? C

Cause I’m TOO DAMN TIRED WITH ALL THESE JOBS AND TRYING TO HAVE A LIFE.

Although… if he does fly me out, I can find a job over there and never come back. That’s a thought. Goodbye, America! FOREVER!

I’ve been at the computer all day writing. Not fun writing, oh no. I’ve been making...

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 12:53:44 -0400

I’ve been at the computer all day writing. Not fun writing, oh no. I’ve been making introductory letters about the organization, putting together pamphlets that say how wonderful we are, making flyers that grab children’s attentions, etc. Life is so joyous today!…

I’m tired. I’m hungry. I didn’t wash my hair this morning so I feel like a dirty stripper.

Welp, I guess it’s time for lunch - my favorite 30 minutes - and then I get to call some published authors and set up meetings with them.

If this sounds like complaining, it’s because I am complaining. Why? I just want a shower and my bed. My two favorite things in this world are waiting for me at home. I miss them. I miss them so dearly. :’(

I got an anon asking me why I don’t post anything… So here’s a post. Happy now...

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 15:16:12 -0400

I got an anon asking me why I don’t post anything… So here’s a post. Happy now grey-faced dude?

Whoa… I’m on Tumblr. I gotta be bored. To all my people who want to know what...

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:57:00 -0400

Whoa… I’m on Tumblr. I gotta be bored.

To all my people who want to know what I’ve been up to:

- I graduated college with a bachelor’s in English Professional and Creative Writing and currently looking into getting my master’s at Columbia college in Chicago.
- still working at DQ, but that’s almost done - thank God
- Got my heart SHATTERED… twice.
- Almost moved to Indy
- got an internship
- internship led to real job working with kids in music, art, and literature. Check it out: www.bbb4e.org or on Facebook: Books, Brushes & Bands for Education.
- FINALLY able to move out on my own, which will happen in the fall after family issues have quieted down and I quit the hell hole called Dairy Queen.

So basically, I grew up… Kinda.

Just For Twitter - My Faith Without Steve

Thu, 06 Sep 2012 00:37:42 -0400

Steve’s passing was something I never wanted to talk about before. The man that got me through Shelva’s death and introduced me to God and gave me a future, was gone. I didn’t want to talk about it. In all honesty, I was mad at God. No, I was furious. The person who showed me God’s love was taken away from me, from his family, from everyone. When he passed, I watched as person after person turned their backs on God. I lied to myself and said I wasn’t doing that. Turns out, that’s exactly what I was doing.

A year after his death, I began to think about my future. I had only gone to LCC because of him and I had stupidly befriended the wrong sort of crowd there. They were there just to find husbands, I wasn’t. I dated a guy just because I thought that that’s what I was supposed to do. Some of the girls got into a scandal and I backed out and walked away. I got some serious hate from them and school wasn’t fun anymore. I ended up leaving and I was angry at myself. I had let Steve down. That’s where he wanted me to go, right?

Time passed and I just stopped going to church altogether. I stopped reading the Bible Steve had gotten me. I put it in the basement. I stopped talking to anyone from that youth group. I just put God in the back of my mind. I felt as though He had abandoned me. He took away Steve and I felt as though I had no one to talk to about my faith, which was just about gone. I told everyone I was going to church. I never talked about anything to do with God.

Almost four years of this went on and then I met a boy. A horrible boy, but a boy nonetheless. This boy noticed me and liked me. We went on a few dates and he asked if he could kiss me, I said no. He was hurt, but he still kept his interest. I was going through a lot of stress with school since it was my final semester. The play had just ended and I was preparing for graduation. The boy asked me what we were doing and I couldn’t answer him. He was annoyed and let my house in a rage. I sat on my pool deck and cried and I got a phone call from a coworker who just wanted to talk, but I was hysterical. I told her I was so mad at myself. I wanted to let myself like this boy. I wanted to feel something for him more than just a little tug on my heart. I wanted to let him kiss me, but my mind just wouldn’t cooperate.

A week or so later, we went out after my graduation day to a bar. He had missed it because of work, but he still wanted to celebrate. I didn’t drink and neither did he. We sat at a table and sipped our water until he asked if I wanted to go. He drove us around town until we came to a park. We went and sat on a bench and he told me that he liked me and wanted to try a relationship with me… BUT! (Of course there’s a but) my views on sex were off-putting. He could never be with someone who wouldn’t just give it up. We had been on 6 dates and I still hadn’t let him kiss me. He was annoyed with me and I began to cry. I got hysterical and I couldn’t figure out why. He just sat there and told me to just get it all out. Once I was done, I begged him to take me home. I didn’t want to talk anymore, but he did. So, we did. I told him that I was confused on my feelings. I didn’t know what I was doing or who I was. Here was a boy that was everything I DIDN’T want in a guy, but there I was, at a park thinking: Maybe I should change. Maybe I’m not the type of girl any guy would want. I told him I would never have sex before marriage and he told me I was stubborn and I couldn’t reply. I just sat there, with silent tears rolling down my face. He just kept going on and on about my faults. I’m not sure how long we were there, but by the time I got home, it was 4am.

The next few days were a blur. I didn’t talk to anyone. I went to work and then came home and cried outside.

One night, I sat outside and I prayed. I begged God to fix me. I told Him that I was mad Steve was gone. How could He have taken him? I needed him! Without Steve, who was I? Where was my faith?

AHA! Breakthrough moment in my life.

My faith wasn’t with God. It was with Steve.

I cried for days upon days and didn’t talk about it with everyone. I would get quiet and I would just pray. One night at work, there was shooting pain in my breast and my best friend jokingly said, “It’s breast cancer.” Even though I knew it was a joke, I started panicking. I’d had two bumps on my breast since March. I went up to the attic and cried and said a prayer. I begged God to keep me calm and relaxed, but there was just so much pain. For the last hour or so of work, I just had silent tears. I went home and told my mom and she said she’d make me a doctor’s appointment.

Since my house has such thin walls and my mother is the lightest sleeper on the planet, I went outside to pray and cry, which I did until about 2am. I went and got my Bible from downstairs and read some of Matthew. I was scared and I needed to read His Word. I kept thinking how badly I wanted Steve to be there. He would help me. I could cry on his shoulder.

The boy suddenly was disgusted with me when I told him about my breast issue and he was pretty much out of my life. He’d pop in now and then and just say rude things and hurt me. It bothered me. Here was a boy that I wanted to give my heart to. I just decided to cut him out of my life completely. I had lived 22 years without him and I could surely live the rest of my life without him. Goodbye.

I began spending time in The Word and when I would read the comments in the margins of my Bible, I realized that there was so much about Steve. Nothing about myself. Who was Shelley? Where was she? I decided that I needed a new bible. One that wasn’t Steve’s faith, but my own. I went back to church the Sunday after my second doctor’s appointment when he said I could have cancer. I walked into the warehouse and Steve’s father gave me the biggest hug and I started crying. He took me outside and we missed the entire service because I told him everything. I told him that I had shunned God because he had taken Steve and in the process, I had lost the very essence of me. I told him that I had come to realize that my faith was in the wrong person. I had always seen Steve as the one there for me. He was only there because of God. It was God working through Steve. Bob (Steve’s father) prayed with me and we cried together. He said I was not the only one who had left the church because of Steve’s death. I told him that my faith had never left me. I was constantly thinking of God and I would pray to Him, but it wasn’t like it was before.

The weeks of going from doctor to doctor, I began reexamining my life and realizing that I loved myself so much more when I was loving Him first. I apologized and apologized to God for being an idiot and leaving Him. He is all I never needed. Through all of the pain and suffering, if I had just leaned on Him, I would’ve been fine. I felt so dumb. I had slipped away from Him and had become complacent with my life. I was okay just being ordinary.

I don’t want to be the Shelley that just works at Dairy Queen and talks about God. I want to DO something for His kingdom. I want to go out there and be a Christian through whatever I do. If someone cannot tell that I am a Christian, I’m not doing it right, which I hadn’t been for awhile. Not fully and wholeheartedly as before.

There is not a day that goes by that I do not think of Steve. I started talking about him more now, though. The happy memories. How he changed my life before he died. All I ever thought about was how God took him away. I had stopped thinking about everything before then. What Steve had done for me. How he changed me. How he showed me a love greater than anything.

I feel like a fool for taking so long. I have thought of this many times, but it wasn’t until I had someone point out my so-called “flaws” that I realized those “flaws” were what made me me. They were my beliefs and I wasn’t about to give them up for some boy. And that’s all he was, just some boy. I need to stop blaming God for taking Steve, but thanking him for giving me the 4 years of knowing him. Without Steve, I would have NO faith. Shelva’s death would’ve destroyed me. Yes, there was Steve, but I’m not mentioning who really got me through it all, which is God. Without Him, I would be nothing. I could never imagine my life without Him so why had I pushed Him away? I may not have Steve, but I will always have Jesus. He died for me. I fail Him every day, but I am so blessed by His Grace to never be failed by Him.

Last month as I was coming back to my faith and trusting Him wholeheartedly and becoming myself again, I didn’t realize I was bringing my best friend with me. She would ask me questions and I had the answers! Me! I knew what she wanted to know and I was so excited to talk about them. I was excited to talk of Jesus’s love. We went to the store and she had been looking at the bibles and I saw the one that I had just bought not that long before so I checked to see how much money I had and I bought her one. I told her my favorite word in the English language is Grace. She joked and told me to name my daughter that. I went to work and after I got off, I called her, like I usually did, and she was excited about what she was reading. I was thrilled. Because of my anger, I had missed an opportunity to witness to her. How many others have I missed the opportunity? Too many. I used to pray daily for God to give me opportunities. I miss doing that. I have so many around me, but I never give them a second thought anymore. I have not only let myself down, but I’ve failed so many.

I know this sounds crazy that I’ve had some great epiphany in about 4 months, but it’s true. I honestly feel as though God has just erased those years I was gone and we’re back to the way things were, only better. I can only pray that I never loose my way again. I never want to shut Him out and only acknowledge Him when I feel like it, which was sometimes once a month at most. I have already screwed up enough in my life. It’s time I focus on my future. Someday I want to be a wife and eventually a mother. I will NOT do any of that without Him.

I hope all who read this can forgive me. I’ve been a horrible person before this summer. Something in May just clicked and Shelley is back. I want to be a Proverbs 31 woman. I’m not sure what I’m going to do in my life, but I God WILL be at the center of it all. God first, family second, me third, and then job. That’s how priorities work. Whatever I do in my life, I will be a Godly woman first. There is no other option for me. Even when I wasn’t completely right in my faith, I still couldn’t give up my beliefs. I love Him. It’s that simple. I’m just “Simply Shelley.” (Steve would call me this since there was a Rochelle that went by Shelly. We came up with nicknames and she called herself Nice Shelley and he asked me what I wanted to be called and I didn’t have an answer. I just shrugged and said, “just Shelley.” He tweaked it and called me Simply Shelley from then on.) Cause that’s all I am: Simply Shelley. And boy, isn’t she something? ;)

Probably my last Tumblr post ever

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 00:25:31 -0400

So tonight, CRAZY SHELLEY came out. I’ve been in pain all day for some reason. My arm and everything hurt. Here’s how the crazy came to be, in a nice, :

I was at work and I didn’t want be there (shocker!)
My professor emailed me about my job interview and said I will definitely not get it, but it’s great exposure.
Rude customers
Talking about love
Talking about how the guy I talked to for months, asked a friend of mine out.
I started getting agitated.
Talked to a coworker about how she asked guys why they never liked her.
MY STUPID SELF TEXT A FEW GUYS ABOUT THIS. Only one guy’s answer mattered though.
I started getting upset for no reason.
I got the answers.
Then I started getting hurt. And more hurt.
Then I was in the back of DQ crying because I’m so fed up with everything. I want a better job already, I want to move out of my house, but the biggest thing: I WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME!!! I am tired of sitting around waiting for doctor, after doctor, to pass me along to another one. I want to know already! This keeps me awake every night and I’m just crying.
I tweeted a bit, being an idiot.
I called my best friend in the entire world (probably a mistake, but I needed her to tell me calm down and stop freaking out about everything, which she did)
I wanted to talk to my other bestie and hear his happy voice
I got home and sat down, prayed for a bit, and realized that I’m an idiot.
I called the bestest friend again. She is now glad I realized I’m a crazy person sometimes.

So basically, I need to stop overthinking everything and keeping it all bottled in. Crying like a mental person is NOT fun. In any way, shape, or form. Shelley needs to grow up. And by growing up, this will be my last Tumblr post. I’m such a weird person about talking about my feelings and posting them on here, or any site, is not going to help. [Insert dramatic sigh]

Soooo, goodbye everyone!

My dream last night was awful. I dreamed that I had cancer and I was dying in a hospital bed and my...

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 13:52:39 -0400

My dream last night was awful. I dreamed that I had cancer and I was dying in a hospital bed and my best friends wouldn’t come see me because one of them was getting married. So they were all going to the wedding and I tried to get out of the bed to go, but I couldn’t move.

Then my best friend came in the room and I was crying and I was telling her that I wanted to be there for her. I was supposed to be there. She said it was okay. Then my other best friend came in the room and he was so happy and he told me that he got into some program at his school and that he was going to propose to his girlfriend. They all said that it was nice knowing me and that they’d come to my funeral. My guy friend gave me a thumbs up and left with my other bestie.

Biopsy

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 00:15:05 -0400

So I had my biopsy on Friday and I have 4 stitches in my right breast. I don’t know how I feel about all of this. I am going to have scars on it. Small, but still they are scars.

I am just so tired of all of this. It has been going on since early April. The last thing I wanted to have done was a biopsy, but we can’t figure out what it is so we had to do the only thing that would give us a definite answer.

So the worst part about all of this is the pain. Since I was almost constantly in pain all of the time since July, the pain is bout doubled. I have to put ice on it almost all of the time to keep the pain at bay. It sucks. The swelling is crazy. I have one huge boob and one… Normal boob. The bruising is DISGUSTING. I look gross. I hate looking at it. I feel like I look deformed. Who wants a deformed, sick girl? No one. Oh well. Scarred breast or not, I’m still awesome… I hope.

Dreaming With a Broken Heart

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 00:16:11 -0400

Having him show up on my doorstep last night hurt. I feel really broken today. I’ve been trying to keep myself busy and not think of it, but it’s nighttime and I cannot help it.

I never want to fall in love. I’ve fallen in like many times and it hurts far too much. If I fall in love, I’m destined to get hurt. And if it hurts this bad, time and again, from just a guy I strongly liked, I’m not sure I can deal with the hurt from a lost love. I’m the type of person who can’t hide my feelings well. Right now I can barely see the screen through my tears.

I wish I didn’t have a heart cause it constantly breaks. I know I have to trust in God with everything, but I’m slightly hoping God doesn’t let me fall for anyone any time soon. Let me tell ya, I feel for that boy so hard so fast and he broke me. He broke me so bad.

Everyone is going back to school this week. I can already tell that I’m going to be a recluse again. Once everyone leaves, I am going back to living inside my head where no one can touch me. No one can hurt me.

Is it too much to ask God for someone? Then again, it must be His plan for me to go through all of this. I just need to stop worrying and let His will be done.

"If God wants us to be together, then He will make a way for us. I don’t want to go against His will,..."

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 17:13:48 -0400

“If God wants us to be together, then He will make a way for us. I don’t want to go against His will, not again. I tried to force my will on God once, thinking I knew what was best for me. But it seems to be God’s will that you marry your betrothed. If we try to force something else to happen, God will not bless it. Even now God has the power to change our future, and if your marriage to Lady Salomea is not to be, then God will prevent it.”

- Rose (The Healer’s Apprentice - Melanie Dickerson)

lauriehalseanderson: This is why you kids must never, EVER let...

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 17:12:32 -0400

lauriehalseanderson:

This is why you kids must never, EVER let the 1970’s come back.

I am begging you. Please.

shelblynn: Paul Newman

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 14:06:26 -0400

shelblynn:

Paul Newman

Robert Pattinson to Play New Lawrence of Arabia

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 14:03:51 -0400

Robert Pattinson to Play New Lawrence of Arabia:

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What? Just What?!
Remaking a complete icon of a film and then casting Robert Pattinson, of all people, in it?
They have my stamp of disapproval.

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Wed, 15 Aug 2012 13:47:41 -0400

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Wed, 15 Aug 2012 13:47:32 -0400

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FAVORITE couple on TV! Happy Endings is seriously my favorite...

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 13:46:25 -0400

FAVORITE couple on TV! Happy Endings is seriously my favorite show.