tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14406170611520622302012-02-16T14:49:52.128-05:00Throwing thoughts and ideas out of a window to see if they fly.Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16770363342408579610noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440617061152062230.post-16700745326486570422009-06-19T00:49:00.007-04:002009-06-19T01:36:29.913-04:00

Dearest Pepe,It has been four years since we met.  How the time has flown!  I think about the day when I first laid eyes on you and I remember all the excitement and the rush of adrenaline as your gaze met mine.  You were handsome in red and I was young and innocent.  Oh, you drove me crazy!Through the years, you have always been there for me.  You took me to my girlfriend's house in the middle

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A friend of mine recently managed to convince another friend to read the Twilight series, much to the new reader's chagrin.  The fact that a girl in her twenties had to be begged to read it says something, as does the fact that I got no more than 20 pages in before I had to put it back on the shelf at my local bookstore.I will admit to being a bit of a book snob.  The books I pick up tend to be a

Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16770363342408579610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440617061152062230.post-53109826053259388602009-02-16T18:32:00.009-05:002009-04-07T09:11:22.974-04:00

It's pretty hard to find a birthday card for someone now that doesn't involve some lame crack about them being "Over the Hill!" or half-way down the other side.  I want to know exactly how big this hill is and why we're all so worried about getting to the top of it.If 40 is the new 30 and 30 is the new ... 15 or so, then why, at 26 do I already feel at times like I am past my prime?  Is it simply

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Have you ever sat in front of your computer, staring at your favourite online news page, endlessly clicking "refresh" to get the new news? I do it constantly, I am afraid to admit. It's slowly becoming a problem that will require some strange 12-step program to get me out of.I'm stalling. The news. There must be new news. Newer news than a moment ago. Tell me something new. Just a minute,

Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16770363342408579610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440617061152062230.post-74723673623972147272008-11-26T21:52:00.007-05:002009-04-30T20:13:02.932-04:00

Canada is such an interesting place.  We traditionally make fun of Americans for their strange political practices despite having more than a few questionable laws of our own.  Some laws seem rather useless: "Non-dark soda pop may not contain caffeine" (hence why our Mountain Dew doesn't 'Do the Dew' up north).  And others seem downright antiquated: "A Torontonian may not drag a dead horse down

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The trees outside my window startled me today.  Yesterday, I'm sure, they were brightly coloured in yellows, browns and reds.  But today, the view from my 18th story window is nothing but a carpet of gray.  The leaves have fallen, the skies have darkened and the wind howls as a siren of winter's approach.In many ways, the tree is used as the representative of life.  It is a logo for "green"

Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16770363342408579610noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440617061152062230.post-4907247635440588642008-10-30T12:43:00.004-04:002008-10-30T14:24:56.612-04:00

That first chill of winter comes so innocently across our cheeks and bare hands.  It blows gently at first, as if warning us of its presence.  It twists through the knit of our sweaters and causes a shiver to run up the back of our necks.    It glides underneath the tip of our noses, just enough for us to catch the smell of snow, not quite ready to fall.  And right after this breeze had surprised

Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16770363342408579610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440617061152062230.post-3934876523701888092008-10-14T20:19:00.004-04:002008-10-14T20:57:06.220-04:00

I used to be that girl.  The lucky one.  Everyone always said things fell into my lap.  My family crowned me the Girl With the Horseshoe Up Her Butt.  When life handed me lemons, I made lemon meringue pie AND lemonade.  You catch my drift.I started to resent it because, to me, it meant that I hadn't actually earned anything.  My achievements, in the eyes of everyone else, were a result of my

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Whenever I'm feeling blue, I'm always amazed at how stories affect me on a deeper level. Whether these stories come in the form of music or movies, through friends or strangers, I feel things more strongly when I'm down in the dumps.Case in point, I watched a movie tonight called "Friends With Money" with Jennifer Aniston, Catherine Keener, Joan Cusack and Frances MacDormand. Jennifer Aniston,

Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16770363342408579610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440617061152062230.post-87979760812480872012008-06-22T00:34:00.005-04:002008-10-16T10:47:38.192-04:00

It's been a while since I've sat myself down to write something for this blog. My first excuse is to say that I've been too busy to write, what with moving to a new city, ending a long-term relationship, trying to find a job and trying to find a place to live. And while that is completely valid, there is a larger reason that I'm not sure I'll be able to properly explain.I honestly don't think

Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16770363342408579610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440617061152062230.post-49466130699118064332008-04-02T10:15:00.007-04:002008-04-02T11:15:28.427-04:00

It's been almost a month since I arrived in Iceland, though it certainly doesn't seem like it. Between unpacking all the furniture, catching up with family and loved ones, trying to learn a new language and find a job, there hasn't been much time to sit and ponder. Things have slowed down since Easter weekend and now I'm on a normal sleep schedule and have started to exercise again.One of the

Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16770363342408579610noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440617061152062230.post-56284860063725390552008-02-25T21:35:00.003-05:002008-04-02T09:59:21.326-04:00

Packing my things and preparing to close a chapter of my life, I am anticipating all the new things that I will encounter as I make my way to a new country. I have lived in Canada my entire life and have often dreamed of living someplace in Europe where I can indulge in a new culture and a new way of life. But now that this is becoming a reality, I find myself nervous of this change and, though

Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16770363342408579610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440617061152062230.post-85744136215786367472008-02-11T12:01:00.000-05:002008-02-11T13:02:14.899-05:00

I have a weekly tradition. One of the things I most look forward to. I go to Chapters to read, to wander, to browse, to drink Starbucks and to relax with my own thoughts. This time is treasured and nothing calms me more than sitting down with a new book in front of the fireplace, drinking my tea and reading.This week, however, was not so relaxing.As soon as I sat down in the empty chair by

Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16770363342408579610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440617061152062230.post-5787507952802133792008-02-04T10:41:00.000-05:002008-02-05T12:21:08.535-05:00

Last Friday, I had a very romantic date.I got all dressed up, wearing sky-high heels and my favourite yellow silk sweater. I arrived, and this handsome devil instantly made me feel special. I laughed at his jokes. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I sat and listened to him. I even shed some tears. And I didn't mind sharing this particular date with about 9,000 strangers ... a portion of

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Seventy-five years ago today, Adolf Hitler was appointed Chancellor of Germany, and became Führer just one year later.I admit that this tidbit of information wouldn't usually prompt a blog post, but with recent comparisons in the news of George W. Bush to the former Nazi leader, I felt it was worth further reading.If you Google "Hitler Bush", you will get dozens of opinion pieces on how the Bush

Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16770363342408579610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440617061152062230.post-61711995258001457552008-01-30T17:30:00.000-05:002008-01-31T22:45:37.326-05:00

I will admit that it seems slightly indulgent to put such an uncommon and long word in the title of my blog. However, I think this may truly be the most wonderful word in all of the English language.Why?Well, first of all, who would have thought that there was a word for "to throw out of a window"? I certainly didn't. And the minute I first read this strange word and definition, I fell in love

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