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P.S-i love you

I could watch the movie P.S. I love you one billion times and still find something different that I loved about it. To me, it's the most depressing love story ever, but somehow always the love story that I'm in need of. For some, life comes easy. For others(like myself), life always tends to throw me that nasty curve ball that I can never hit. I decided yesterday to just take some time for myself, and to forget the world for awhile. I put up the cell phone, and forced myself not to get on Facebook(as much). During this short few hours, I realized many things about myself, and about my life. So here they are for you!
1. Sometimes everyone needs a break. I hardly ever allow time for myself, because I always feel selfish when I do. Yesterday I realized that it IS okay for me to just have some "Shelby" time every once and a while.
2. Marshmallow Fluff has never tasted as good as it did yesterday. Yes, some of you might find this stuff icky, but I sure do love it in small portions.
3. I enjoy living in the middle of nowhere. It's a long long long drive to my house from Lake City(like 20 minutes), but I really do love it. Being out in the country and away from the world makes relaxing all that much easier. Also, nothing beats the amazing view of the stars on a clear night.
4. Chickens are stubborn. It is my new job to get the chicken eggs everyday, and I hate it with a passion. Yesterday though, one silly chicken wouldn't get out of the chicken house. I am scared to death of these nasty egg-makers, and this chicken was giving me a run for my money. I tried, and failed, to get the chicken out. So finally I put on my "big girl" pants and got the eggs with that chicken just inches away. SUCCESS!

As you can see, life for me is just plain exciting.


  1. Grandpa feels the same way about chickens. Ask him about the time he spent at the chicken farm.


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