Timing

You know there is just a time for everything and at sometimes you just have to learn when the right time is for your time and if you find that it is not your time then it is time to move on and maybe in time it will be your time because timing is everything and If its not the right time then maybe its about time you move on because you cant stand to wait and stand in one place because if you are standing then you are not moving and if you are not moving then how can anyone stand to be with you because you are stuck and everyone knows that if you are stuck then you are going no were and no one wants to be with someone who is going no were which is who you will be if you are stuck because you decided to stand in one place when you could have been moving forward but you chose not to because you though that maybe this time would be the right time but in reality it is the wrong time and you are just wasting your time and maybe it is about time you move on.

Needy of Needless Things

I think that I am the most patiently impatient person there is...this also goes along with being incredibly irresponsibly responsible and irrationally rational. Maybe ill get a pet, something fuzzy that I can hold...maybe a guinea pig. Those fuzzy little squeakers have always held a soft spot in my heart. they are just so funny looking and they talk to you in the funniest of ways, but they are super nice and cuddly and soft and for the most part they dont smell as long as you take good care of them. the only problem is were would i keep it...under my bed in a cage...in my closet in a cage...ill just let it roam free in the apartment mwhahahahaha!

Look at their little faces, they just want to be loved

I mean rabbits are cool too but I dont think i could ever get a rabbit as cool as my last one that died recently. he was the best. fuzzy like a rabbit but with the personality of a dog. and rabbits are too fast. if a guinea pig tries to escape your affectionate hugs then you just pick it up again because it probably didnt get very far, but if you have ever tried chasing down a rabbit then you know it is a lost cause. 

Wilber

If im not careful i might get carried away with these animal things...also the picture is not mine its something i stole from the internet and then doodled over. better get used to them though because i think im going to need to doodle a lot more. it really helps clear my head and makes me so happy and i just really like challenging my creativity, and then you say but shelby thats not creative at all...you doodled a picture of a bird next to a bird...to that i say ha! the birds name is wilber...what could be more creative than naming a bird wilber...

The Depth of your Shuffle

Ok, this is nothing but pure cinimatogriphic majic. Just watch this for me and be amazed. Alt-J is amazing. Honestly I think im in love with them which is saying a lot because I dont really “love” bands that much, I mean I like a lot of music but very few groups have really caught my eye. Alt-J has such a unique and engaging sound that you can help but be caught up and swept away by their music. It you are not quite sure who they are then look up the song Breezeblocks by them. Most people will at least know that song, but I recommend that you go and listen to all their songs, tessalate is another good one. It is my recommendation to do that for most band actually. I mean think about it, you really like this one song that you heard on the radio right? Why would you now want to know if that artist has any other good songs? People these days are very musically shallow. Sure they have many favorite songs and listen to lots of music, but they are just skimming the surface. Knowing one or two songs for many different artist makes you well versed in different types of music and you can probably sing along with anything that comes up on the radio. Now please dont misunderstand me, im not trying to put down those people, I myself happen to grudgingly like both Trouble by taylor swift, and The Beauty and the Beat by Justin Beiber. Its not a bad thing really, but dont make that your only musical income. Its ok to like taylor swift, but dont say that just because you like her one song that happens to be on the radio at the time. Like taylor swift because you have listened to most all of her songs and after some thought you found her lyrics provoking and thoughtful. Like justin beiber (haha, im glad my computer does not know how to spell justin’s last name, there is still hope in society yet) because you find his music fun to dance to and because he has an intriguing life story. Did you know that Ke$ha is crazy...go google ow she got her first record deal. Did you know that Alt-J’s song Breezeblocks is inspired from Were the Wild Things Are? Please dont go, ill eat you up I love you so. Its about being so crazy in love that you would rather kill your lover than let them go. Now there is another great music video. I think one of my favorite pass times is looking up the meaning of songs. There is such a power in words and coupled with music can be pure emotion. It is my opinion that you can see the depths of ones soul through their music. Music is a mood creator, and a captivator. Music is the soul on display, the emotion you wish to relay. There is nothing quite like music and how it can put you in a trance. It moves you and pulls you along into your own hearts dance. There is nothing quite like music how it can both hinder and heal. There is nothing quite like music, there is nothing quite as real.

(haha, sorry for the weird little poem at the end it just sort of slipped out, now go and listen to something old by someone new)

Ok now please dont hate me, but all of that was a side note hehehe...Watch that video again and try to name all the different cultures as they show up. Try to be very specific, not just Hispanic, or Asian, but try to pinpoint it to their exact location, maybe down even to their city. This world is so full of amazing culture. Every continent has something different to offer, and each region within, and each city within all have something unique to them. Its incredible to think about how different people are and how colorful the world is. I wish everyone had the chance to spend a year or two in some culture that is far different from their own. Send a kid from Germany to live in India, or a Canadian to live in Israel. They would learn so much...you could learn so much from others. Each culture has different things to offer, foods, values, religions, clothing, rituals, social norms, ext. Im a big sucker for social norms. Even within America there are vastly complex social norms and it varies from state to state. You would not go the California and walk a cow to the grocery store to sell it. You would not go to Utah and ask if anyone wants to go sunbathing by the lake. (well maybe they do, but I would not because being from California really makes any water source thats not an ocean seem puny and not worth my time) Did you know that some Asian countries have women only trains. (did you know that the french do not capitalize country names or months, where as my computer capitalizes them for me because heaven forbid i forget to capitalize "Murca") go watch the video again and try to imagine yourself in each one of those settings that is portrayed.

Sweaters

I dont care what you say, but I think that everyone looks great in big, frumpy, old grama sweaters. If you have the confidence to pull it off then you my friend could rule the world. Thats it, when I make my initial takeover im going to be wearing me knit sweater. Its official. Theres a slap in the face to all those fancy people in their fine suits and well tailored hats. Look at me in my sweater as I March my army through the streets and we set fire to barrels of whisky...cause whisky just burns so nicely.

Desk Key

The key I turn the key I turn the key in my hand I turn
I know it goes but to were who knows the key in my hand I turn
I always turn and I seek and yearn to find tho hole to were my key does go
The key in my hand the key in my hand the key in my hand I turn
To a door it goes I surely know but to were the door goes who knows
I never let go to the key who I know has a hole to go is in my hand
The key I turn the key I turn the key in my hand I turn
I look and listen to the bustle it thickens so the key in my hand I turn
They look at me but they cannot see because there is no key in their hand
To open this door you need a bit more you need the key in my hand
The key in my hand the key in my hand I turn the key in my hand
My hand it aches for the heart it does shake it wants the key in my hand
There is a door to the key I implore but I must first find my hand
My hands at my heart the key is resting sitting inside my heart
The key I turn the key I turn the key in my hand I turn
The key to a door that is no more what you really want is a desk
They key to a drawer of a desk thats no more so I turn the key in my hand
The keys the keys theres only one key its in my hand the key
The key in my hand the key in my hand I turn the key in my hand
I turn the key in my hand into my heart but there is no key to my heart
My heart is in the desk that is gone inside the door that isnt there
The key I turn the key I turn the key in my hand I turn
The scars on my hand the scars on my hand the key puts scars on my hand
I grip it so tight that the teeth scrape and bite, the key in my hand I turn
I should let go but but my heart cries out no I cannot lose my hand
For in my hand I hold the key the key to a drawer I turn
But the drawer is locked and my heart is blocked
The key I turn the key I turn the key in my hand I turn

While you are Away

While your away I dont have anyone to tell me to be quiet, so I yell.  While your away I dont have anyone to tell me to stop, so I eat all the icecream.  While your away I dont have anyone to tell me to go to sleep, so I stay up till four.  While your away I dont have anyone to tell me to be clean, but I clean anyways. While your away I make sure the house is spotless for when you come back.  While your away I contemplait buying a pet, but I dont, because you will come back and then id never pay attention to the pet.  While your away I check the mail, five times, in one day.  While your away I sit on your bed, its not as soft as mine.  While your away I eat all your food, its not doing you any good anyways, because you are eating somewere else, id hate for it to go bad.  While your away I missed you.

Fly Kites With Me

But thats not really an invitation because my kind of kite flying is not the kind that you can do while having a picnic. First off I need both hands, yup my kite is a two handed kite. Its what you call a stunt kite or the less classy people call fighter kites. I have two in my possession. One is smaller and handles high wind speeds really well, and then I have on that has a 9ft wing span and it is good for slower winds. But I dont really pay attention to any of that, I just whip out that big kite at any sign of a breeze and fly to my hearts content. Like literally fly because if I fly that sucker in anything over 10mph wind speeds then I am garnered to be lifted off the ground. Its quite exciting really. One second you are there pulling off tricks and stunts and the next a large gust of wind catches the wings and you are airborn, feet no longer on the ground and desperately hanging on to the wrist straps with your life (its suck an intense kite that you need wrist straps) but yes, it is terrifying and thrilling at the same time. My dad once suggested that I just strap breezeblocks to my feet but then I could not move and stunt kite flying is a very active sport. (yes it is a sport) anywho, today it was super windy so I grabbed both kites and found an open feild and opened my big kite and had about ten minutes of beautiful flying. Ive gotten stronger so I did not get lifted off the ground this time, but I did have to emergency land the kite at one point because the winds got way to strong for me to handle. Sadly an emergency landing entails divebombing the kite into the ground, and I snapped its spine. This is the second time ive snapped a spine on that kite because of emergency landings, I should probobly stop trying to fly it in high speeds. But hey, good thing I brought my little kite. Took me five minutes to whip it out and it was in the air. The little kite is fun because it takes very little muscle to move it so I can do a lot more stunts. But I got a good hour of flying in with the little one. It was a really great way to clear my mind. I just love flying my kites, it frees my soul. The kite shoots up into the air and takes all my troubles with it were it gently places them in the clouds and leaves them there. I suggest kite flying to anyone with troubles, but maybe not stunt kites because if you dont know what you are doing then you are probobly going to end up loosing a 400$ kite and then it really does not help your troubles because with each mile you watch that kite fly away your troubles double at the thought of having to replace it. And thats what I have to say about that.

(i would add pictures to this but i dont have any pictures because no one ever goes kite flying with me so i never have anyone there to take pictures)

My good friend Jared

Sometimes I get bored and feel this need to doodle. And this is what I do in my spare time.

He was the Murderur of my Troubles

I mean its a kind of love hate relationship. On the one side I hate those ugly little spike balls that fell from the tree in the fall. They popped so many bike tires and I stepped on enough of them to have scars on my feet. I thought for sure that once it snowed they would just magically disappear and when the snow melts they would be gone and the grass would grow back again. Turns out that's not quite how it works. The snow melted and...those spike balls were still there! Persistent little buggers they are. But today I was coloring on my floor and I heard this weird sound. There on my grass was a little old man with a rake and he was raking the spikes into a little pile! Why had I never thought of using a rake? I tried everything from picking them up by hand (ended in cuts all over my palms) to sweeping them with a broom (sweeping your grass is not a very effective method for anything) I am so dumb. I should have raked up those little suckers ages ago. So there I was over joyed as I watched him rake those balls up into a little pile and I awaited the moment when he would grab a bag or something and carry away all my troubles. But this was not to be so. Next thing I know there was this riding mower (you know those lawn mowers that you can ride) and this little old man comes around the corner on his mower and rolls right over that ball pile. It was straight up cold and bloody murder. He just chopped them to peices and then spewed them out. So not only did I witness a bunch of spikes meet their doom, but now their remains are strewn across my lawn. You think it was annoying to step on a spike ball, but at least I could see what was coming. Now my front lawn is literally a game of needle in the haystack except its thousands of little needles in my lawn.

Pets are People

Well what if things were backwards. You are now a pet. Your owner takes you for walks and every once and a while lets you pee in a bush. You sit in your little cage and there is a bowl of food. You go over and knaw on it, then get some water from that lick thing. A nap follows, you curl up under your shavings in the purple house thing. Rudely pulled from your sleepy hole, your owner has decided that it is play time. They stroke you and hold you and walk around the house with you and let their siblings stroke you. You try to escape from owners lap as they watch the loud picture box, but owner is always watching and always faster than you. Then they set you back in the cage. Now that you are wide awake from play time you play in your cage, only to have your lights turned off abruptly by now sleeping owner. Its no fun to play in the dark.

The Wheels on my Board go Round and Round

MY dad makes longboards ya!

The board of my soul love of my life

Like everyone in my family rides

Awesome bruise that i got on my head the one time i fell

HAHAHAHA sunshine! Its the breath of life in a dead winter. Its the warmth that caresses your skin as you lie in the grass and close your eyes. A gentle breeze gives you a chill but its ok because the sun is there to warm you back up again. Its like a good friend that you wake up to each morning and say goodbye to each night. On the days its not there its sad and dark and lonely. The sunshine oh how I have missed you. And now that you are here and the snow is almost gone I can ride my longboard!!! YAAA!!! Longboarding is the love of my life. Its kind of funny though because ive only been doing it for a little over a year now, but im pretty good. You see my dd makes longboards as a hobby...i know my dad is pretty freaking awesome. So I got one for christmas a year ago and learned on that one and then for my birthday I asked him to make me one that I designed and it is the most beautiful and perfect thing in the world. Anywho, I rode it to class today becuase I could and it was so great. And I also took the trash out three times becasue I rode my board to the dumpster. Man I miss boarding. I really cant wait until the snow in the Provo canyon melts, then im going to longboard all day and all night and no one can stop me. There is just something so freeing about having a board under your feet. You are flying down the pavement but your body is completely free to move how you want to. I would have never thought myself to be a natural at it, because the first time I tried skateboarding I ended up flat on my face. But since ive started longboarding ive only fallen once. (ive bailed my baord plenty of times meaning you jump off if you cant handle it, but ive only ever acctually fallen once) I give all of the credit of this fall to my good old father. I was trying double king pin trucks for the first time (if you dont know what I am talking about then go and look it up because its too hard to explain) basically they are super turny and you can turn figure eights in the street. But they were on my board and we made sure that they wheels would not hit the bottom of the board when I turned (known to the common boarder as wheel bite) and everything seemed to be ok. So I hurdled down the street helmetless thinking that I would hit the end of the block and then turn back. All was well, but as I was on my way back I got cocky and started to do fancy things on the board and low and behold the wheel bite my board and it stopped dead in its tracks. Some people think it is impressive to go zero to sixty in a few seconds, but imagine how much more impressive it is to go sixty to zero in a total of one second, because thats exactally what I did. The board stopped and I fell flat on my face. Mainly my head hit the asphalt and my vision shattered and it was like I was looking through a kalidascope. And that my dear children is why we wear helmets. Thankgoodness im a pretty tough person, didnt even cry. I rolled over and clutched my head grumbling to myself and my dad rushed over to make sure that I had not just died. We sat there for a moment and then as we walked home he was all like...dont tell your mother...so what did I do? I ran in and told my mother and long story short I had this huge bruise on my head for like two weeks...seven weeks...eighteen weeks...i dont know I cant really remember how long it was there, but it was an impressive bruise.... Anywho this was all a really long round about way to say that the weather was wonderful today. (also i really hope you all like the pictures because it took me forever to put them in and it was a big hastle but they make this post so much more exciting...no go look up double kingpin trucks)

Hello there Square

Um I really hate the snow. Like with the burning passion of twenty ovens that are all cooking brownies...thats really hot. Brownie induced passion over how much I hate the snow. Its cold and wet and miserable and lifeless. I would rather fall from a tree onto a rock on a hot day than fall from a tree into the snow. Sure one might mean death over the other but hey at least I would not have to touch the snow. It a good thing I’m stuck in Utah. Freaking cold and snowy Utah. Do you know what its like in Utah? Ill tell you what its like in Utah. Frigid in the winter and burning in the summer. Everything else is just bleh. Utah has seasons too, which I am indifferent to. Its not like in lovely california were its sevendy to eidy degrees all the time and sometimes a leaf falls from the tree and we watch it in awe as it gently lands on the ground, no the temperatures change and all the trees are naked. Although one thing I like about naked trees mean that there are no bugs which is nice because everytime I get bit by a bug im either rushed to the hospital or im drugged in my bed. Its a condition that you learn to live with. Its a good thing that I love climbing trees, in fact I love it so much that I was to have a house in a tree one day. Right at the time my last child (which I will eventually have...i dont have kids right now) will leave home I think I will convince my husband (which I will eventually have) to find a contractor to build us a house in a tree. Something awesome looking and exciting to live in because ill be rich by then and building a house in a tree will be no problem for me. The main point of this story is that when my last child leaves the nest my husban and I will literally be empty nesters...because we live in a tree...hehe...see what I did there...

...anywho, the main fun about living in a tree would be that I could have awesome art projects. I love to splatter paint and make big messes on my canvas, and imagine how much fun splatter painting from a tree would be. I think my favorite thing about splatter painting is that it reminds me of the stars. The stars are vast and endless and colorful beyond belief. They are my muse and my love and my inspiration. The outer space and the silence of the woods are my utopia for I am a forest folk...good thing I’m allergic to bugs.