Category Archives: My History

30th Anniversary of The Challenger Disaster

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We were either traveling to or from Tampa 30 years ago today.

I can’t remember which. What I do remember is that I loved when we were traveling on shuttle days. From Highway 75 in FL you could see the little dot of the shuttle as it took off and arose into space.

This day was no exception, I was watching intently from the back of the old paneled station wagon and I saw the dot, only it wasn’t a dot it was more like smoke and it had stopped rising.

My heart dropped and even being only 15 years old, I knew what had happened.
A quick turn of the radio to any station confirmed what we knew, what we saw. The shuttle had exploded.

It was an incredibly sad day and impacting day in my young life.
I never looked at another shuttle launch the same again.

It is hard to believe it was 30 years ago.

http://www.history.com/topics/challenger-disaster

The Warmth of Your Love

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Two years ago today, my mother departed a sick, bedridden body and went to heaven. Walking proud and healed of all her sickness. It is easier this year than it was last year. I feel both sadness and comforted by that. I wrote this poem in memory of her.

 

The Warmth of Your Love

©S. Tennyson Taylor

 

Not a second goes by

When I don’t feel the warmth of your love

It has been two years today

Since I said goodbye

And yet, in each significant moment of my life

In each small act of kindness

I feel the warmth of your love

You taught me strength

You showed me kindness

You held my hand when we walked

You held me close when I was afraid

I felt the warmth of your love

I watched as disease riddled your body

The C word

The horrible, awful C word

You fought hard, squeezed out every bit of life you could

But in the end, the angels came

I can no longer wrap my arms around you

I can no longer sit up all night talking with you

I can no longer see your sweet face

But, no matter where I am

No matter what I am doing

Each and every day

I can still feel

The warmth of your love

My mom and I in 2007

My mom and I in 2007

Loving Timehop

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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.

Priceless!

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My Name is Shelly and I am Addicted to the Scale

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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?

Relic of a Childhood Past: Weekly Photo Challenge

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This weeks weekly photo challenge from The Daily Post is simply RELIC.

These two are relic’s from a childhood past.

Sega Genesis - The video game console of my decade.

Sega Genesis – The video game console of my decade.

Vintage Fisher Price Pull-Toy

Vintage Fisher Price Pull-Toy

Happy Anniversary, Honey!!

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It is hard to believe, that twenty-two years ago today, I said “I DO” to the man of my dreams, Tony.

Young Love 22 Years ago today!

Young Love 22 Years ago today!

Thinking back we were such babies. I had just turned 21 and he still had a few months to go. I know we were way too young to get married. It took years for us to really figure out who we were. But, I wouldn’t change it for a thing. I would marry him again tomorrow.

We met the old fashioned way, cruising. No not the kind of cruising you do on a boat, but cruising around in our cars, hanging out with our friends. Well, at least that is the way we did it here in Georgia back in 90’s.

He was with his buddy in little pick-up truck. I think it was a Ford. I was driving the big brown 1977 Cadillac that had belonged to my grandfather. It is important to note that the dragging muffler, which was annoying, was actually the only reason I met my future husband. So here is to all those dragging mufflers out there! CHEERS!

His eyes were the first thing I saw when he looked through the window and into the car. There was something in those eyes, familiarity, hope, intrigue. A short while later we began dating.

Ours was a rocky relationship. During our first year of dating were broke up as often as we were together. And they were HARSH break-ups. But something always seemed to pull us back to each other.

Our last break-up ended with him doing something stupid (they always do right!). But I didn’t let it go and cussed him out in a very populated area where his and my friends were. It was brutal. And we went our separate ways.

Fast forward a few months. I was dating 3 guys, not serious with any of them, but I was “OVER” the dating scene. I am not perfect but I have a faith in my God and when I realized that I was ready to settle down, I laid down one night and before I went to bed I prayed that God would show me which one of those boys it would be.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up the next morning and realized I had dreamed about Tony.  “It was a fluke,” I told myself. That is crazy. There is no way Tony is the one!

And so, the next night I prayed the same prayer. Guess who I dreamed about? Yep, Tony.  I was actually a little ticked at God. I mean why would he keep shoving Tony in my face when he clearly wasn’t one of my choices.

Day three and you guessed it, I dreamed of Tony again. By now I was like, “whatever”. I knew God had good intentions, but I mean Tony and our break-up was brutal. I mean, severe. But, since I do believe that God answers prayers, I finally found the nerve to call Tony later that day.

It is funny, I don’t remember the call word for word, but it went something like this.

“Hey, it’s Shelly.”
“Hey, what is up.”

“Not much, just thought I would call and say hi.”

“Cool, you wanna come hang out tonight?”

Yeah, after humiliating him in the parking lot, he asked me to come and hang out that night.
I went.

Later that night while we were hanging out, before I had a chance to tell him about my dream, I heard him tell a buddy of his that this was the girl he was going to marry. I knew that to be true. I mean, I had inside information.

His proposal came a few months later.
We had gone shopping for Christmas presents, but he dropped me off at the mall and then went his own way. I knew he was looking for a ring and expected him to ask me on Christmas Eve.

When he picked me back up from the mall that day, I asked him if he found what he was looking for and he said he did.

The drive home from the mall to his parents’ house, which is where we were headed, was only about thirty-minutes. But about half way through on the side of the East-West Connecter in Austell, Georgia, he pulled the car over.

He said he needed to “check” on something. After going to the trunk, he came around to my side of the car and opened my door. He got down on his knee, in the grass, on the side of the road and asked me to marry him. I, of course, said YES!

Some people may think that it wasn’t a romantic proposal. But the truth was it was extra romantic, because he wanted to ask me “SO BAD” that he couldn’t even wait until we got home. He was so excited to ask me to be a part of his life that he pulled over on a busy road. If that isn’t romantic, I don’t know what is!

And today we celebrate our 22nd wedding anniversary!

I love you babe and I am so happy that God chose you for me! — The picture below was in 2012 but I love it!!

2012 Cruise

2012 Cruise