Resolutions, Shmesolutions

So obviously blogging has been at a standstill for awhile. It’s not that I don’t want to; my will to blog typically depends on whether I have pictures that I’m happy with and don’t look horrible. Plus with my slow computer, it takes forever.

For. Ever.

But now that I have a shmancy new camera and Photoshop, this shouldn’t be a legitimate excuse anymore right?

Well, I have no idea how to use Photoshop and the lighting in here sucks.

So no pictures today, just letting you know I’m alive, Tim is alive, and Elle the snake is also alive.

Spring Semester is starting in two days and I’m very excited about it! It’s still yet another transition, but I’ve got my hopes high for this one!

You should see my list of supplies for Drawing I.

I didn’t make any New Year’s resolutions but I know what I need to do to make this year better. And I think the first thing on that list is to definitely make a to-do list.  :)

I don’t know what God has in store for us this year, it’s rather overwhelming and scary to think of the future. But I also know that His timing is perfect, and that He’s here with us. We just have to seek Him.

So here’s to a new semester and a year of wonderful things!



We went on a date.

Ha, I love how you can always tell when I’ve run out of homework, projects, and exams. That’s when my posts appear.

But yeah, in October, we went on a date to Cuyahoga Valley National Park.

And it was beauutiful!!!

Someone was having their wedding there in the woods along the cliffs, and a violinist was playing during our time there. It was perty. Of all instruments, it seems like the wilderness is most accepting of violins. It just works.

So we got to see a cave! And squirrels! And chipmunks! And pedestrians! And a humongous cliff!

Tim has been really into Assassin’s  Creed lately, and proceeded to do that huge  jump that assassin dude always does off of tall buildings, off of this rock.

If there’s one redeemable thing about moving up to Kent, it’s being near the Cuyahoga Valley.  I always feel the urge to come up here. It’s so reminiscent of our West Virginia adventures, but less mountainy. Oh, and no bears sadly : (

We also went to The Arctic Squirrel, an ice cream shop in downtown Kent. However, I didn’t capture any of its magnificence because I was lost in my pumpkin ice cream.

So yeah. Nothing monumental. But it was nice!

I’m off to get through my last day of school, and work, before I can start making snickerdoodles and pumpkin pie : ) Have a great Thanksgiving, we’ll see you around soon!



I’m officially a Crafts Major! : )

After much prayer and arguing with mah brains, I’ve decided to leave the Fashion realm and pursue my first love, Crafts.

And I’m supa excited about it!

Not that Fashion was all horrible and stuff, but I don’t think it’s where my talents will be best used.

Blah blahh blah. And stuff.

Keep us in your prayers as I begin yet another transition! :)


Some days I feel like running.  I get sick of carrying my overweight backpack around, and tired of being held down by the burden of its contents.

I get worn out by walking all around campus with it every day, feeling it nag at my spine, telling me that I have work to do, pick up the pace.

But I don’t want to.

Some days the burden gets too heavy. My sewing is less than perfect and my instructor turns up her nose at my stitches. I burn my hands and cut my fingers trying to please people who are oblivious to my efforts to make them happy. My peers and instructors are constantly beating me over the head with secular, self-centered thinking, trying to prove to me why God is a myth, and that a mundane, long life is worthless compared to a short and extraordinary one. I speak to few, few speak to me. Sometimes I eat too much, or eat too little. I daydream of being creative, of finally doing something I enjoy and having time to enjoy it. Of my work being admired, being worth something. I dream of doing absolutely nothing for one day. I worry about my adequate grades, scheduling classes for next semester, what my major should really be. I worry about where my faith has gone, and wonder how I can get it back. I miss my family, friends, and home. I miss paying attention to my husband. I miss having genuine fun.

Why don’t I ever just put my bookbag down and run? Well, that would be silly. People are watching, walking to their classes, to home, to the bar. You don’t have time.  It’s hilly, you’re out of shape. Cars are coming. It’s raining, windy, and you run like a penguin. Keep walking.

But some days I dream of throwing it down, and running.

Yumma for your Mumma

Just thought I should let y’all know that I made cookies.

Gluten-Free Cookies.

I also wanted to apologize for the lack of anything blog-wise recently. I have been so busy with my wonderful evil new job and all of my college work as well, it’s been hard to make time to sleep, let alone blog.

However, I am continuously getting new things to talk about, new adventures, and sewing. I’ve got to show you the sewing : )

Talk to you soon!


Things You May Have Missed

-Um, we moved. I’ve had quite a few people ask us if we had plans to move and/or if we’ve found a place in town, and the answer is, we moved awhile ago, lovelies. We’ve been in Kent for 3 weeks now, if you need our new address, feel free to e-mail me via Facebook-ness.

I can’t cook. Proof? I burnt a waffle. In a toaster. However, I did make some lovely gluten-free pizza on my own the other night, and we’re still alive, so maybe I’m not as bad as I think I am. We’ll work on that.

I am eating gluten-free now. Ah, yes, I have jumped on the proverbial band-wagon, and am now joining my husband in the terrible plight against gluten intolerancy, and well, Celiac Disease too, though he doesn’t have that. But similar.

Living close to home isn’t as much of a drag as you think. Some days I start doubting my choice of college, just because we want to visit our families so much, and it’s very hard to do so when you live 2+ hours away. Do yourself a favor and stay closer to home. Think of it this way: Free Laundry and lower food plan bills.

Tim’s new job is wonderfully strange, but in a good way. He actually doesn’t have to work in an icky call-center as previously thought, but gets to listen and grade all the calls the call-center peeps make, and he loves it. There also seems to be a lot of great opportunities to come later on with this job. We’re trying not to get too hopeful too soon, but it’s hard. God has worked things out so perfectly for us, it’s so difficult not to hope for the best : ) All in all, I love it that he comes home happy every day, and not bogged down and upset.  Happy Husband=Happy Wife. ‘Nuff said.

I am slowly but surely conquering my fear of highway driving. It’s a slow conquering. Lemme tell ya. But I’m getting better about it. Except for the day I went to pick Tim up from work, in the pouring rain, in rush hour, and ya know, almost died. Not my fault of course, let’s just blame it on the rain, the faulty road design, and being boxed in by a semi-truck. Yeeahhhh…. I may never drive him to work again. I’d walk or ride the bus again, and we ALL want to hear THAT story. dun Dun DUUUUNNN!!!!

I have taken up couponing! Ah yes, the art of couponing. Well, I suck at it, and a lot of times I get coupons thinking we can use it and we can’t, but I’m learning.

Toys “R” Us is for adults too, apparently, not just kids….??? Tim and I walked in there to find a present for his cousin, and man, you’d think the place would be swarming with kids, right?? Not right. We saw more adults than kids in there, just perusin’ the aisles. Alone. Okay okay, I know what you’re thinking. They’re just getting gifts for the kid or something while they’re at school or something. Uh, uh. These were middle aged men, kay? Kay. I guess it didn’t help matters that they had a whole section dedicated to X-Box games. And since when does a “kids” store sell movies over the rating of PG? I saw some PG-13 movies in there man and hmhmhm….I’m not sure they should be there………….

Also, whoever invented that hamster thing that’s supposed to talk back to you as you talk to it? Horrible idea. Considering it mocks you with its high pitched voice.

Don’t believe me?

Go to Toys “R” Us and we’ll discuss it over a 7Up or something.


And I know, you’re probably thinking, “Well, they’re adults meandering around Toys “R” Us!!” Yeah. Not the same.

We’re children at heart.

According to the government, my last name is Driver. According to the mailman, my last  name is still Greashaber. I am still waiting for the mailman to bring me that cute little card that has my social security card number the last name Driver slapped on it next to Shelby. Maybe to the government AND the mailman I’m still Shelby Greashaber.

What do they know?!! I’m a wonderful driver!!!

*buh bum ching!!!!*

You can still call me Shelby Driver, however.

I start school on the 29th of August. After a three -day weekend on campus with a bunch of hooligans doing what hooligans do. (I’m not excited about this at all by the way). Has anyone else seen the itinerary for Welcome Weekend? Who the heck picked “Bridesmaids” as the flick of the weekend?? And why, honestly, why fireworks?

I know, I know, it’s primarily designed for on-campus students to have one last hurrah before school starts, but man, I just want to skip the hurrah and start school.

Maybe I’m just a fuddy-duddy.


Hope the recap helped, I’ll leave you now with cuteness overload.

See you Friday : )


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End of the Weekness


This awful week is over.

It wasn’t that awful I suppose.

Not hardly.

But I’m still glad it’s over.

I submitted two scholarships today, paid my admissions fee, signed up for my Destination Kent State date, called AAA, called KSU Housing Services, applied for another job, and washed all my dirty jeans!!!

That’s quite alot, if I do say so myself.

Unfortunately, I’m not done yet. pooh.


I just want to do something I actually want to do, that I don’t have to do, like write this post, listen to music, or finish my art projects or something.

Oh wait, I do have to finish those.


So. Fashion for the week.

You’ve all seen this before.

But the rest of the world hasn’t.

And I’m quite proud of this outfit thaunk yauou vawrry mahch.

lol, this has nothing to do with my outfit. I thought it looked depressing though. :)

And what a lovely view of my front yard!!

Oh, and so you can see my jeans.

and my lovely mismatching socks.

I don’t have respect for your sock political correctness.

..and that’s what I have ta say. about that.

My lovely camera assistant did not want to go out in the cold. So watcha see is watcha get.

Jeans: Levi’s Skinny

Shirt: American Eagle Outfitters

Vest: Mossimo

Socks:…,…..Kohls, I think?

Awesome bow/necklace tie thing: Found it. I think it wrapped a pair of pajamas you get at Christmas in a pack for like five bucks from Target.

awesome. :D

Just a sample of what’s to come.  heeheeheehee :)

I WILL be posting tomorrow. Go Shelby!

…….I’m exhausted.

Two of the five nights this week have been Half-nighters, staying up till like 2:30.

Who’s fault is that?


Who’s fault is it indirectly?


I love senioritis.

Yet I hate it.

It’s a blessing. 

AND a curse!

Anyway, I have more scholarship stuff before I can let myself go to bed.

Tomorrow will bring better things. I promise.

Prayers would be appreciated.

Don’t fall for the depravity of the world.

Choose Life with Him.