FEATURED MEMBER 7/24: SHELLEY (SHELLEYMA
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FEATURED MEMBER 7/24: SHELLEY (SHELLEYMA
| Thu, 07-24-2003 - 8:35am |
Please welcome today's featured member, Shelleymag! Ask away, ladies. Get creative, but don't get personal. Make Shelleymag feel like Queen for the day!


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I am great, how are you? :)
Thanks soo much for asking, I just posted the same response to Kristy! LOL! :)
Here's a synopsis: We met a work and then he proposed on top of a mountain on New Year's Eve 1999! It was SO romantic!
(((HUGS)))!
Shelley
You are too funny! :)
What is your favorite food?
My favorite food (this is so pathetic!) is McDonald's french fries and an ICY COLD coke.
YUMMY!!
((HUGS))
Shelley
I am doing good. AFSA! Testing tomorrow again:) Wish me luck!
Jen
TTC1
www.fertilityfriend.com/home/Jen
Sending you tons and tons of ****BFP and AFSA vibes!*****
(((HUGS!)))
Shelley
Here is my question:
How many kids do you and dh want and would you prefer having a boy or a girl? I know healthy is all that matters, but deep down everyone wishes for one or the other. ;0D
Erin
Blessings, Erin
Email Me!! erinherron@yahoo.com
Aside from having healthy babies, I would love to have four! My brother and I are so close and we always wished we had more brothers and sisters, so I think we'll both have large families!
I would love two boys and two girls!
Thanks for asking!! :)
(((HUGS)))
Shelley
Edited 7/24/2003 12:06:59 PM ET by shelleymag
Jen
((((((((HUGS)))))))
HUGE ((((HUGS)))) to you too! Thank you for the compliments on my crown! I rather like it too! :)
My question for you is what would your dream house be/look like, and do you have a dream car in mind for it?
My dream house is not a large house, but a cute Victorian-style house on an ocean front property in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I LOVE the ocean and would love to wake up every morning to the fresh ocean breeze and the sounds of the waves. The Outer Banks is one of the most beautiful places I ever seen. As for the dream car, (Don't laugh), but I would love to have a red convertible VW bug. I have happy visions of me driving with DH at my side and my Saint Bernards in the back seat. DH doesn't want me to ever own one as he thinks that they are unsafe, but I am going to wear him down someday and finally get that bug!
Thanks so much for your question!
I loved that one!
((HUGS))!
Shelley
Sorry I haven't posted on the Posse board! I keep missing a lot of good posts, I am sure!! :)
I don't really have many embarrassing stories! Hmmm...
The only thing I can think of is what happened the other day... I got a joke email from a friend about trying on swimsuits. And I forwarded it to a bunch of friends and when I forwarded it, I accidentally copied a MALE contractor who works for me. I had also made a comment at the top that said something like: "THIS IS ME!"
I then noticed that I had copied this male contractor and I tried to recall it but the recall failed! I was pretty embarrassed to think about him reading that email and envisioning me trying on suits. LOL!
I am now blushing again!! LOL!
(((HUGS)))
Shelley
OH, here's that email, in case you were interested... LOL!
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When I was a child in the 1950's the bathing suit for the mature figure was
boned, trussed and reinforced, not so much sewn as engineered. They were
built to hold back and uplift and they did a good job.
Today's stretch fabrics are designed for the prepubescent girl with a figure
carved from a potato chip.
The mature woman has a choice -- she can either go up front to the maternity
department and try on a floral suit with a skirt, coming away looking like a
hippopotamus who escaped from Disney's Fantasia or she can wander around
every run of the mill department store trying to make a sensible choice from
what amounts to a designer range of fluorescent rubber bands. What choice
did I have?
I wandered around, made my sensible choice and entered the chamber of
horrors known as the fitting room. The first thing I noticed was the extra
ordinary tensile strength of the stretch material. The Lycra used in
bathing costumes was developed, I believe, by NASA to launch small rockets
from a slingshot, which give the added bonus that if you manage to actually
lever yourself into one, you are protected from shark attacks as any shark
taking a swipe at your passing midriff would immediately suffer whiplash.
I fought my way into the bathing suit, but as I twanged the shoulder strap
in place, I gasped in horror ...my bosom had disappeared!! Eventually, I
found one bosom cowering under my left armpit. It took a while to find the
other. At last I located it flattened beside my seventh rib. The problem is
that modern bathing suits have no bra cups. The mature woman is meant to
wear her bosom spread across her chest like a speed bump.
I realigned my speed bump and lurched toward the mirror to take a full view
assessment. The bathing suit fit all right, but unfortunately it only fit
those bits of me willing to stay inside it. The rest of me oozed out
rebelliously from top, bottom, and sides. I looked like a lump of play dough
wearing undersized cling wrap. As I tried to work out where all those extra
bits had come from, the prepubescent sales girl popped her head through the
curtain, "Oh, there you are!" she said, admiring the bathing suit. I replied
that I wasn't so sure and asked what else she had to show me.
I tried on a cream crinkled one that made me look like a lump of masking
tape, and a floral two piece which gave the appearance of an oversized
napkin in a serving ring. I struggled into a pair of leopard skin bathers
with ragged frills and came out looking like Tarzan's Jane, pregnant with
triplets and having a rough day.
I tried on a black number with a midriff and looked like a jellyfish in
mourning. I tried on a bright pink pair with such a high cut leg I thought
I would have to wax my eyebrows to wear them.
Finally, I found a suit that fit ... . a two-piece affair with shorts style
bottom and a loose blouse-type top. It was cheap, comfortable, and
bulge-friendly, so I bought it. My ridiculous search had a successful
outcome, I figured. When I got home, I found a label which read -- Material
might become transparent in water."
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