shelaine is...

sick again.

My new theory?

I think it's Richmond.

heartaches and pains...

Can't help but grieve with this family whose music touched me in profound ways... Music is an emotional experience and often reaches the inner recesses of the heart. Often I've felt, it's like I know the lyricist...

Beautiful family.

I read this book in my local bookstore and fell in love with the Chapman family once again. Their work with adoption in China both amazes and convicts me. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to adopt. Seriously! I thought it would be cool to have a UN home. Then I found out it cost >10K per kid.

Ouch.

a letter

Dear God,
I need a real job.

Thanks.

ouch!

My back/neck hurts.

I think my head is too heavy for my heck.

dress fitting

The bridal store needed three measurements from us bridesmaids and my friend's equation can aptly describe my size:

Bust + Waist + Hip = Fat

compliment?

After my dad dropped by for a quick visit, my new immigrant colleague (that's PC for fob), where I flip burgers to pass time, commented, "I know why you are a beautiful girl--you have a very HANDSOME father!"

Was he trying to compliment my father? Or me? Ew.

rice shortage?

I guess when 3/4 of the world's population live on rice, and that is the only demographic that is growing, it makes sense that it, along with other "natural" resources, would be in line for shortages.

It's time for North Americans to introduce the potato to the world.

Hello Potato.

j'ai fini

A collective sigh of relief when I walked into that institute's office and laid my 5lb essay to rest.

I am done.

sick again.

My hypothesis is that due to my over-extended neck, my collar/neck is frequently exposed.

pretty please?

Would you like to edit my 62 page "mini-thesis?"

How about a portion of it?

Please?

Don't make me beg...

Send me an uh-oh, a buzz, or an You've got Mail!

Thanks a bundle, make that two.

please no...

Am I sick again?

My previous bout with bacteria it lasted about 4 weeks and had a timely beginning on Dec. 30th 2007, leaving me in bed with sweats and chills--not a great feeling as fear of the inability to hold urine permeated my thoughts; voiceless--anytime Shelaine's unable to voice her opinions is a sad day for humanity; and like a space cadet--which reminds me of my childhood days playing with imaginary friends...

My current symptoms?

Bugged-out/dry eyes (a typical sign for me), slow movements (which could also correlate to the extra lbs I'm carrying), and inability to concentrate (perhaps it's related to the 62 page paper waiting for me to edit).

Diagnosis?