Monthly Archives: July 2014

20 Things you should know about 4-Year-olds


1. They do NOT have a volume control. They have one setting… LOUD!

0582. You should never leave them alone to wash their hands – unless you are interested in finding your sink and counter covered in water and bubbles because they were “cleaning” them too!

3. All 4-year-old girls are princesses… Know it… Deal with it…

4. All 4-year-old boys are Super Heroes.

5. They are horrible cleaners. Give them a broom and they will spread dust throughout the house. Give them laundry to fold and you will realize you need to rewash that same laundry.

6. You can’t rationalize with a 4-year-old… they are silly little humans.

7. They are giving. My daughter brings me “stuff” wrapped in her blankets all the time. I have been given doll shoes, play food, crumbled paper, dirty socks, and tons of other items from her room.

8. They are brutally honest – Be careful when asking questions such as “Do I look fat?” if you do, your 4-year-old will tell you the truth.

Christmas 2013 0169. They are liars – When asked who wrote on the wall of your bedroom – be prepared for an answer such as “I don’t know.” Or “Mickey Mouse came over and did it.”

10. They are shape shifters. At a moment’s notice they can turn into a Unicorn, Fairy, Cowboy, or Karate fighter.

11. They are curios – the “Why” questions do not end with the toddler years they continue, forever!

12. They are observant. They are paying attention even when you don’t think they are, watching everything you do and learning what is okay, so be very careful!

13. They have great hearing. You can whisper “ice cream” from 4 rooms away and they will come running yelling “ICE CREAM!”

14. They have horrible hearing. For some reason words like “Clean your room” or “Time to go” are impossible for a 4-year-old’s ear to hear and process.

15. At any moment they may break out in song – normally when you are on an important phone call.

16. At any moment they may break out in dance – probably in the grocery store.

stuff 01117. They are fun – Filling up their belly with water or juice and then jumping around to hear it splashing inside of them is normal.

18. They are stubborn little tarts – Truthfully they are just learning and testing their boundaries to become independent little people.

19. They need you to be present. When they make you a bowl of necklace soup you must stop and eat some.

20. Their hugs are the closest thing you will ever get to Heaven.

I Heart Zulily


I love Zulily!

Am I the only one who is obsessed with this site?

I absolutely love all the cute clothes they have for my daughter and myself and I have taken advantage of some great deals recently.

I bought my daughter 5 pair of new sandals for school (Afterward I found out she can only wear tennis shoes to her Pre-K) Ugh!! But still, 5 pair of sandals cost me $30 including shipping. I couldn’t get 2 pair at Walmart or Target for that price.

So if you like deals, cute clothes, shoes, toys, accessories, whatever check out Zulily.

I know that sounded like a commercial but I really love this site!

Sudden Downpour: A Mirror in Time


The Daily Prompt: Sudden Downpour

It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you. Tell us what happens next! — My contribution is written below!


The old woman walked straight towards me with small object in her hand.

“Olivia, I am sorry to keep you waiting.” How did she know my name?

“Excuse me?” The woman had river lines through her face and eyes; she looked like she was a few hundred years old. Her hands were small and frail with loose skin barely covering the bone; she walked with a slightly slumped stoop. I had never seen her before in my life.

“I have the piece you were looking for.” She replied, as if we had been talking for hours.

“But… I just walked in the door.” I wanted to tell her I simply needed a place to wait out the storm, but she interrupted me.

“Oh, don’t be silly, child.” Her voice crackled and croaked out the words. “Here, take it.” She pushed the small object into my hand and I could see it was an old hinged trinket box. “Go on now, open it,” she urged.

I am not sure why I played along with her silly charade but I opened the small box and inside was a ring. It was identical to the one I wore on my right hand. I glanced quickly to my hand and the ring was not there. “How did you get my ring?” I was a little angry; I didn’t much like parlor tricks.

She looked at me, “Child, that ring has not become yours yet.”

This was getting old, “This is my ring. I had it on moments ago when I walked through your door. My fiancé gave me this ring just a few days ago.”

She laughed a small laugh. “Look, my child.” She pointed into a dark corner of the shop where an antique full length mirror stood on wooden legs.

I looked in the mirror and when I did, I could hardly believe my eyes. The woman in the mirror wasn’t me. As I walked closer I realized it was me, only decade’s maybe centuries ago. The woman in the mirror was dressed in century old clothing and she had long blond hair in curly ringlets. I kept my curls cut short and flat ironed. She wore no make-up, but a long dress that touched the ground and push up bodice. I reached up and felt my short locks, but the woman in the mirror felt her long blond curls.

The shop keeper in the mirror was a young spry woman who stood tall and watched from behind me. I turned around to look at her and she was the same old frail woman I had met when I walked in the room.

“I don’t understand.”

She walked up behind me and placed a frail hand on my shoulder and turned my head to face the mirror again. I watched the young shop keeper talk to the other me. “This ring will bring you great love, but it will also bring you great heartbreak. You must decide now if you will take the heartache to have the love.”

“What kind of heartache?”

She shook her head behind me, “My child, I can’t tell you the details. I only can tell you that you have a choice. You can choose to live your life without love and without heartache or you can choose the ring and receive both.”

I looked at the woman in the mirror, the other version of me. She looked sad, there was something in her eyes that was missing but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. I was begging the other me to give me an answer.

The shopkeeper spoke from behind me, “She can’t tell you what to do. She already had her choice and took it.”

I didn’t want my eyes to take on the sad look of the past me, “What did she choose?”

“I can’t tell you that either, my dear.”

“I simply came in here for a dry place to wait out the storm. What is going on?”

“What storm?” she asked me.

I turned around and looked out the window. The sun was shining bright; there was no rain pouring, no wet sidewalks or dripping cars, no indication that it had rained in quite a while.

“I wish we would get a storm,” she continued, “this drought is going to kill us.”

What in the world was happening to me?

“It’s time child.” She turned me away from the mirror and back to face her and the small box that held my ring. “What is your choice?”


Summer Squash, Onion and Tomato Recipe


We have this great traveling type farmer’s market here and you can go and pay the guy $20 and get all the fruits and vegetables your family can eat for a week.

We went for the first time this past Tuesday and it is a great deal. However, I realized today as I was looking through the fridge that I had some things that were going to go bad if I didn’t eat them.

So I came up with this quick and easy Summer Squash, Onion and Tomato Recipe. And it was delicious not a real original name, though!



3 small summer squashed – sliced
1 large onion – chopped
2 large tomatoes – (I cut them in big chunks, about 12 chunks from each tomato)
1 TBS Olive Oil
2 TBS water


Heat olive oil on medium heat and toss in sliced squash
Sautee squash for about 5 minutes and add water & onion
cooking until onions and squash are soft
add chunked tomatoes and cook for a few more minutes until tomatoes are soft

Season to your liking, I added garlic salt

Makes 4 servings – 2 WW points plus per serving.


I had it for lunch and it was delicious. It would also be a very good side item with your meal.

A great side for those of us following the Weight Watchers plan.



Summer Lovin’


Summer is my favorite time of year so I was excited when the weekly photo challenge was Summer Lovin’

Here are a few of my favorite summer photos

Footprints In The Sand

Footprints In The Sand

Why Must Summer End?

Why Must Summer End?

I will CRUSH you!

I will CRUSH you!

Sunset off of Myrtle Beach, SC

Sunset off of Myrtle Beach, SC

Seagull Summer

Seagull Summer

My two favorite loves in summertime

My two favorite loves in summertime

Yay! The Ocean! Oh how I have missed you!

Yay! The Ocean! Oh how I have missed you!

All photos property of Shelly Tennyson Taylor

HELP! I need to write a Synopsis.


So, as I am moving forward on my query process of my book “The Oyster King” I have come to realize that I really need a synopsis. Many of the agents I am looking at right now require one with the query letter.

I have bypassed them previously, but I keep getting drawn back to a couple of agents I really want to target but they want the synopsis.

Can I just say I am at a loss!

I think this is harder than writing the entire book.

How do I put a 72,000 word story into a single page synopsis and make it sound interesting and exciting? I don’t want to get my story rejected because I can’t write a synopsis…..

I am a bit stressed.

I have a great book called, Give ‘Em What They Want, which I know is going to be helpful but right now it is just confusing. It is telling me my synopsis should read like a novel but leave out a lot of the story. What do I leave out? What do I keep? I have to decide what is most important. Uggh! It’s all important or it wouldn’t be in the book!

I am about to dig in and see what I can come up with. Wish me luck. And if you see smoke rising from the suburbs of Atlanta, just know it’s my brain exploding!

Image Courtesy of PhotoBucket

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Loving Timehop


Does anyone else have the Timehop app on their phone? It is an app that looks back on your Social Media posts and reminds you of things or pictures you posted on this day in the past.

I absolutely love this app. Today it reminded me that five years ago on this day I had 7 eggs harvested for In-Vitro fertilization. It would be our 3rd try and out of those 7 eggs, I got my beautiful baby girl! Who is now 4 years old and about to go to Pre-K.



July 17th a Bad Day to Fly

Photo courtesy of photobucket

Photo courtesy of photobucket


July 17th is turning into a very unlucky day to travel the airways. By now you are likely aware that a Malaysian passenger plane has crashed over the Ukraine. It was ironically Malaysian Airlines Flight #17 a Boeing 777 plane, en route from Amsterdam to Kuala Lumpur, with 295 people onboard. It happened over Ukraine near the Russian border. The initial reports said it was shot down, but we will have to wait and see if that is true or not. With surmounting tensions between Russia and the Ukraine anything is possible. It is especially sad for the Malaysians as the plane that went missing this past summer still has not been found.

This isn’t the only plane that has crashed on July 17th. In 1996 Flight 800, a TWA Boeing 747, exploded shortly after takeoff, over the Atlantic Ocean near Long Island. 230 people lost their lives that day. It was only days before the Summer Olympics were to begin in Atlanta, Georgia and many people suspected foul play, however nothing to confirm these reports was ever found. There were also training missions taking place by the U.S. Navy Seals. Many speculated that an accidental shooting took the plane down, but again there was nothing that would confirm those reports. Finally in late 1998 it was concluded that the plane explosion was caused from a mechanical failure. Still, some conspiracy theorists don’t believe this decision.

Whatever the cause in either of these two crashes it is a sad day for the airline industry and the families of those aboard Malaysian flight 17, my prayers go out to them.


Would I be a fly on the wall of your mind?


Would I be a fly on the wall of your mind?

Eavesdropping on your thoughts

Unable to alter the course you’re plotting

Would I want the responsibility it held?

Would I still be able to hear my own thoughts?

No, I’ll travel the road of unawareness

I’ll keep the sanity within my own mind

I’ll leave your thoughts alone

A sacred room for only you

© S. Tennyson Taylor

In response to The Daily Post: Full Disclosure Prompt

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My Name is Shelly and I am Addicted to the Scale


For those of you who have read a few of my recent blog posts, you know that I am in the midst of working on the P90X3 program. Wowser, it is tough but makes you feel strong and great when you finish.

Still, I have struggled with my weight for as long as I can remember. I am about 25lbs overweight now and it gets frustrating when I eat right, exercise and my scale number does not go down.

So yesterday I weighed and the number was up!! Needless to say I was in a bad mood all day.

My husband, who is tired of me allowing the scale to dictate how I feel, has hidden my scale.

This might not seem like a big deal. But I am someone who weighs myself about 5 times a day: In the morning when I wake up, after lunch, before dinner, after dinner, before bed. I even weigh myself in the middle of the night when I have to get up to use the bathroom.

I know this isn’t healthy, and yet I am drawn to see what the number says. If it is good, I can eat lunch. If it is bad I need to skip lunch. This is the mentality of a crazy person I know. I have never claimed to be the sanest person.

But now, for a week, I am forced to have no scale. How will I know how I am supposed to feel? How will I know if I can eat lunch or not?

There is a Walmart down the road; I guess I could “go shopping.”

Am I alone? Am I the only one who allows the scale to dictate how they feel?