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Much ado about nothing much...

Saturday, December 31, 2005

Don’t wish your life away…...
it might freeze like that!

Can I just tell you, that sums up a day in the life of Shayla Michelle Sizemore Burroughs, circa 2005? Oh it sooo does. This has been by far one of the suckiest years I have ever had. Only two other years out of 34 have been worse; 1987 when Daddy died, and 2001 when I moved to NC.

As long as I can remember I have longed for the future. I know that I know that I know that I know that I KNOW there is more to it than this. I always have, and I have always heard, “don’t wish your life away.” Well, it’s my life and I’ll wish it away if I want to. Thank you anyway. Wishing my life away is what fuels my drive; my drive to be more, see more, and do more…Shayla Sizemore. Tee hee!

Anyway, this year/year end had been long! Daggum it! Out with the old! Bring on the new. I will make the same resolution I make and break every year: to exercise. I will make a new one: learn to say, “No.” And I will carry on trying to find the fun in everything. Bloggin’ is fun. The FreeZone is fun. Girls’ Day Out is fun. Can I be a good Christian AND say that I am going to avoid the non-fun things in life? I CAN be a good Christian and say this…if it is within my power and God’s will, I will have as much fun as I possibly can regardless of the situation. And THAT is all I have to say about THAT.

Love y'all, Happy New Year!

Friday, December 30, 2005


I don't know about y'all, but I am stuffed like a tur-duk-en! http://www.cajunstuff.com/store/turducken_faqs.php
You know the ones I hate, here are...

Five things I love: The Food Edition:

Buffalo Wings

Ribeyes

Baby Back Ribs

Crab Legs

Prime Rib

Yeah, I’m a carnivore! Don’t think I haven’t tried to be vegan though. Back in ‘88 I made that declaration with pride. Unfortunately, at the time I had one leather and one suede mini-skirt in every color of the rainbow. (Couldn’t let those go to waste.) Not to mention the fact that once while strolling down the meat aisle at Winn-Dixie, I had this vision of eating raw hamburger meat with my bare hands. (I know!) I made my way back to the carnivorous lifestyle slowly, like ordering bits on pizza and so forth. But now it’s as if that brief break brought it back on with a vengeance or something. To fully experience my infatuation with each of these food items try the following:
Wings @ WingZone / Ribeyes @ Ruth Chris / Baby Backs @ Chili’s /
Crab Legs @ Joe’s Crab Shack / and Prime Rib @ Outback

P.S. I started to post "Never Say Never" today, but I think some of y'all are easily shocked, SO you got the food post instead.

Thursday, December 29, 2005


My dad was the same age as my mom’s mom.
My husband is the same age as my mom.

My mom’s age was 19 when they met.
My age was 19 when my husband and I met.

My dad was a professional singer and musician before

he retired and married Mom.
My husband was a professional singer and musician before

he retired and married me.

My dad’s third wife was my mom.
My husband’s third wife is me.

My dad’s birthday was 8/16.
My husband’s birthday is 8/15.

My dad died when I was 16 on October 13.
My mom’s dad died when she was 17 on October 14.

My dad’s name was Fred Dwight.

He went by his stage name and was known only as Dude.
My husband’s name is Richard Earl.

He goes by his stage name and is known only as Dicki.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Shayla:

The name Shayla is an old Irish name meaning Fairy Palace, although my mother was unaware of this when she named me. The name Shayla is used for the head scarf worn by Muslim women, my mother was also unaware of this when she named me. Shayla LaVeaux is a porn star. She wasn’t “acting” when my mother named me, so she was obviously unaware of this. Shayla is the name of a 1978 Blondie song. Blondie would have had to copy Mom: again unaware. Shayla is also the name of a Vietnamese singer born in 1975: in 1971 unaware. Shayla is the name of a contemporary ceramics artist who began showing in 1991 as well: also unaware. Shayla is the name of an Anime character that began in 1995: guess what…unaware. Shayla’s Double Brown Baby Blues is a book written in 2001: last but not least, unaware. For a name that I have to repeat every time I introduce myself, usually followed by spelling it and listening to someone tell me they have heard of Sheila but not Shayla, the name is not that unusual. I must say something else my mom is unaware of; the time she spent “making up” the name Shayla was well spent and appreciated. I have always loved the name, Mom. Thank you for the gift.

Love,
Shayla

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Okay, Im back. Let’s catch up.


Christmas Eve:
cooked, cleaned, went to see Grannie, got cold and wet coming back from Grannie’s, skipped communion, cooked a scrumptious shrimp boil, received sweet gift from hubby, ate scrumptious shrimp boil, slept.

Christmas Day: The traditional family dinner took place at my house. The not so traditional family had a blast!!! Wanda-the mom, Jimmy-the step dad, Dicki-the hubby, Michael Anne and Nichole-the step sisters, and I-the hostess began by locating our place marker at the dinner table. Each of us was represented by a nut. I took pecans still in the shell and gilded our initials on them. Then I attached the nut to a gilded leaf. It was the final touch on a beautiful traditional table. However, this was a clue to the day’s events. Stay tuned. The step sisters are not as bold as the rest of us, so to encourage them, we offered everyone a prize for participation and CASH prize for the winners! Karaoke was the game and here were the rules. To warm up, each was allowed one song of their choice. To follow each was given one song we chose for them. The grand prize and runner up were both awarded on entertainment value (since none of us can sing except hubby, and he forfeited so others wouldn’t feel bad.) We drew names out of a gold sparkly hat to determine who would be first. I drew number 2. My step dad started with Okie from Muskogie. He went for the serious approach. That was funny in itself. I began with Lonestar’s Amazed. Gestures, emotions, and audience participation all brought on a great response. Mom, donned in a ten gallon black cowboy hat and size 14 men’s cowboy boots, sang Friend’s in Low Places. The comedic approach raised the bar a bit. Michael Anne chose Lorrie Morgan’s, Watch Me. She was a bit embarrassed. Nichole chose Like a Virgin and asked for props. I gave her a red velvet bustier (worn over her sweater), red gloves and one red earring. She did a right good impression of Madonna for such a low key gal. Then things got rough. We made Jimmy do Let’s Get it On. His “OOOOHHHH” in the song was hysterical. I was forced to do Livin’ La Vida Loca. Not to be outdone by Madonna, I wore a black metallic jacket, black and silver scarf, and black and silver fedora. I shook my Bon Bon, as Ricky Martin would sing also. Everyone tried to concede after that performance. But still there was cash involved! Mom did Somewhere Over the Rainbow. I gave her Barkley as Toto and a picnic basket. Michael Anne had to do D-I-V-O-R-C-E in a zebra cowboy hat. And finally Nichole had to sing Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun in a pink fur hat and feather boa that would have delighted Cyndi Lauper. I won the grand prize. Nichole came in runner up. I reminded everyone to take home their place marker (the nut) to remind them of how we all acted that day. As if we could forget…

Oh, and by the way, There will be pictures!

Saturday, December 24, 2005

It's Good to Know How to Say "Merry Christmas" in Other Languages...

French: Joyeux Noel!
Italian: Buone Natale!
Norwegian: Gledelig Jul!
Finnish: Hyvaa Joulua!
Spanish: Feliz Navidad!
German: Froehliche Weihnachten!
Japanese: Merii Kurisumasau!
Dutch: Vrolijk Kerstfeest!
Greek: Kala Christouyenna!
Ukrainian: Srozhdestvom Kristovym

Friday, December 23, 2005

Five things I hate…The Food Edition:

I hate Krystal Hamburgers! A hamburger just isn't a hamburger without ketchup, and those dehydrated onions? Come on!! A hamburger just isn't a hamburger without onions either, but cut me a fresh one, um-kay?

I hate Collard Greens! They taste as bad as they smell. And I AM TOO still a southerner.

I hate coffee! The few of us who exist usually- at least -appreciate the smell. Not me, say yuck twice..."Yuck-Yuck!" However, I do love coffee houses. (Does that make me bi-polar?)

I hate black jelly beans/licorice!
With the rainbow variety of colors and sweet fruity flavors, why choose the dark, antiseptic-tasting black ones?! I think we could all learn a lot about ourselves by the color of jellybeans we prefer or do not.

I hate root beer! First of all, it tastes nothing like a beer, it tastes more like a dirty, fungi-infested, decrepit, old oak tree root.

"Now I know some of you that I know and adore probably love all of these things. Please don't think any less of me, and I will be praying for you..." {I say aloud as I laugh and wink after typing this!}

Thursday, December 22, 2005

A Quick Fun Christmas Fact: The Reindeer Edition

According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, the males drop their antlers at the beginning of winter - usually late November to mid-December. Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the spring.

Therefore, according to every traditional depiction of Santa's reindeer, every one of them - from Rudolph to Blitzen - is female!

Five Fun Facts…The Name Edition:


My middle name is Michelle. I pronounce it with a slight French Accent.

My car is named Vertie.
She's my first conVerti(e)ble.

My three sons (doggies) are named Bama, Bailey, and Barkley. Their grandma is very proud.

My dad’s name was Fred Dwight,
but everyone who knew him called him “Dude.” This was prior to the overuse of the term by my generation.

My mom has a really, really long name that she doesn’t like for me to share, but I could be persuaded. Cash is preferred.

Tomorrow: A random edition...

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Five Fun Facts You May Not Know About Me…

#5: I was a drummer in high school.



#4: I was voted “Best Dressed” c/o 1989.



#3: I have two muffler-burn scars on my right leg from my motorcycle days



#2: I had two head-on collisions in my teenage years; I met a tree in one and my best friend in the other.



#1: I won Miss Etowah County Swimsuit in 1989

Tomorrow - Five Fun Facts: The Name Edition

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Remember Me?

Still here, but I have a plan...

Since I hate checking blogs only to find no new postings, take long breaks from posting in mine, and just haven't had anything worth sharing for the last seven days...tomorrow I'll begin Five Fun Facts and some different editions thereof. These postings will make nice filler for when I have nothing to say and might make interesting conversation starters!

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Predictably Unpredictable...


One thing is for sure...just when you think you've got me all figured out. Nah. Sorry. That just wouldn't be fair would it. After all, I hardly know myself, and I've known myself for a lot longer than you've known me.

I've been told that the only thing predictable about me is the fact that I'm unpredictable. Not in those exact words; I coined that term myself. Nonetheless, that was the message.

Well since I can be so hard to get to know, understand, and figure out; it is a good thing you are reading my blog. Especially since I have determined that it is much easier to express myself in writing. No, I'm not shy, that is hardly the case. But to bare my soul? Eek! That could give the person listening an edge, at least that's what I think I was taught to think...

Oh well, just let me say thank you. Thank you for visiting. Thank you for reading. Thank you for trying to get to know me, while I am trying to get to know myself.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Can I DO the quote thing again?

Of course I can. This is MY Blog, right? Here they are:

Each one of us has a fire in our heart for something. It's our goal in life to find it and to keep it lit. -- Mary Lou Retton

Only one thing has to change for us to know happiness in our lives: where we focus our attention. -- Greg Anderson

Let others lead small lives, but not you. Let others argue over small things, but not you. Let others cry over small hurts, but not you. Let others leave their future in someone else's hands, but not you. -- Jim Rohn

If you have that fire in your heart...If you keep your eye on that goal...If you have found THE source of happiness...There shall BE no small living, no arguing over small things, no crying over small hurts, and NO leaving your future in anyone else's hands but the Father's. --Shayla S. Burroughs

Friday, December 09, 2005

Great Expectations

I do not recall if I was ten or eleven when my daddy had my own phone line installed. And perhaps that doesn't seem like such a big deal these days, but in 1982-83 having your own phone was like today's pre-teen having their own Blackberry. I even had my name in the book. Was my daddy the coolest or what? I---K-n-o-w! Well, you see he had his own reasoning, and no it wasn't because I kept the line tied up night and day. Although I did. No, my daddy had something else in mind. He and my mom were divorced. (I thank God to this day they still got along.) He was setting the expectations even then. From the day that phone line was up and running to the morning of the day he died, he called me every single morning to tell me how wonderful I was and how much he loved me. Pitty the guy that had to follow that act.

My mom set them high as well. I remember I was in a pageant at Wallace Hall. My high school sweetheart was in the audience with her. When my name was called, Sean watched me walk out on the stage, looked at my mom and said, "I just can't believe she's my girlfriend." To which my mom replied, "Neither can I."

Sean lasted four years, the phone line lasted six. I still remember the number...MINE! not Sean's...492-0258.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Quote"__"Unquote

I can hardly ever express what is going on in my controversial mind. Lately I have found quotes are working well for me. Here are a few that I am SO relating to:


On the wardrobe...
You have to wear clothes like they're a manifesto.
- Simon LeBon, Duran Duran

Fashion is not the clothes but what you do with the clothes!
- Besty Johnson

You wear a costume identifying you as, if not quite divine, someone special.
- Irving R. Kaufman

On the attitude...
I'm losing my patience...nobody wants me to lose my patience.
- Martha Stewart


And last but not least, on the goal-setting...
I had a life once, now all I have is a mission.
- Aeon Flux

Friday, December 02, 2005

Ever had your cheese moved?

If you are out there in "Corporate America" somewhere, at some point you may be asked to read "Who Moved My Cheese?" By Spencer Johnson, M.D.

I must admit there have been times in my life in which I could have found this book to be a great benefit. It just so happens that 15 months ago I tried to make adjustments and plans, and venture out and find new cheese. Each time, however, there were so many obstacles that every avenue I explored came up a dead end with no chance at new cheese. In fact every attempt came up less lucrative than the diminishing cheese. So much so that I began to believe that it was not God's will for me to go after new cheese, and that went against everything I have ever known or done.

You see I have been classified as a control freak, and most of the time I have been completely in control. I have also been known as “independent as h@#%”. So you see when God decided in last year that I needed to learn to depend on Him, I felt like a little person; “complex brain with many beliefs and emotions” trapped in a maze leading to nowhere. Ironically that is just what He had in mind for me. I tried to be like Sniff and Scurry. But that was WAAAY too much of me and WAAAY too little God. He alluded to the fact that He was God and I was NOT so many times that it was funny. (He has a sense of humor, you know.)

When I finally realized I had to relinquish control to ever see the light of day again, things felt as though they were going backwards. God kept showing me to let go and wait on Him. He didn't want anything I did, had done, could do, or anyone I knew to get any of this glory. Sometimes I wonder if the learning process would have been easier if I had just kept waiting on the cheese. (I could have stood to have lost a pound or two anyway.) But what was happening to me was unique.

I will confess that I can see where this book would apply in most situations. I would even go so far as to say everyone should read this book. My reasoning behind this is simply that most people live life based on their reaction to what happens to them instead of choosing how they are going to react regardless of the situation. This could change their lives. Unfortunately, it didn't change mine. I was already on a new cheese hunt. As a matter of fact I have been for 10 years.
I thought that I could drop out of college and make some money. I also thought that who I knew and what I could do, even how I looked and how charming I was was enough. After all I had common sense. Well, believe it or not, it was and it worked, but now I am back in school. Because when God showed me to let go, He also showed me where I had gotten off track in the 'maze of life' and that was when I dropped out of college.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Did you know that I am back in school?
Here's the story in a nutshell...

Employment for me began before I was employable. I began by stuffing envelopes and keeping daycare onsite for an adult modeling class at Macy's Modeling School. I was paid back in tuition for the teen modeling class, although I was only 11 when I started.

That experience led to another position within the same shopping center, this time for Linda's Hallmark. I began by stocking cards, which turned into window and seasonal display, and waiting on customers. (I seemed much more mature than I was.) It seemed as if I owned my own store. The owner ran the drugstore next door and was available if I needed help but otherwise left me alone. This position was only part-time afternoons and Saturdays.

Polly Graham and Associates Marketing and Research was a full-time position, and I was now legal to work. That position lasted over the summer until school started back, then I worked only on Saturdays. (In the mean time I was making and selling jewelry at my Mom's beauty shop on the side.)

I graduated from High School and went straight to JSU at 17. I was majoring in Fashion Merchandising. I majored more in Phi Mu! But also was a Kappa Sig Gator Girl and an ATO little Sis! Plus I interned in the drama department sewing costumes. This lasted one whole semester. I dropped every class except Clothing Construction I in which I made an A. I dropped out of college to work full-time. No one paid me to go to school, and I couldn't afford it anyway. My step father had claimed me on his income tax and didn't support me, so I couldn't get any financial aid.

I then became a Movie Gallery Night Manager and after two weeks the Assistant Manager. I was still 17. I had a gun pulled on me because a man's video was late. I decided maybe I would like to try something other than public service.

Miss Martha Originals Hired me as a Stain-Applier of little "All God's Children" figurines. I moved up to Touch-up Person, then Paint Mixer/Pourer. I worked there for four years. At the same time I had weekends off, so I entered beauty pageants. I would coach young kids and design their gowns and costumes to help pay for my expenses. I even hand-beaded many of their gowns and shoes. This was quite lucrative and was even in my desired field. I met a man who eventually became my husband, and he thought that was all juvenile. I enrolled in Cosmetology School, went through the entire course and never took the state board exam.

Liberty Overalls/Walls Coveralls paid better. I became a Quality Control Inspector / Receptionist and stayed there one year. Advance Auto Distribution had just opened, and they paid better. I became a Receiver. That was heck on my back, so I moved up to Order Picker. Order Picker allowed me to go home when I finished my orders, so I enrolled in Real Estate School. I got my license and began listing and selling part-time. (Back to public service!) Six months later I went full-time. I was the youngest person in Etowah County to achieve Million Dollar Club Status. Two years later I earned my broker's license. I managed our RE/MAX office. My schedule was flexible. I started to school at GSCC. I loved this job, it lasted for four years.

My husband and I separated and God really began to work in my life. He had me to go and save our marriage in New Bern, NC. This was a place 10 hours away from the only place I had ever lived and worked. You cannot sell real estate in a town you know nothing about. I accepted a position with Palm Harbor Homes as a Salesperson. (I did not enroll in school here.) Within 6 months I had earned what I had earned in my best year in real estate. They offered me the General Manager position. I felt I wasn't ready, so I accepted Sales Manager. By the grace of God, after 13 months in NC, we came home to Alabama. I was still with Palm Harbor, but in Lincoln, AL. Two months later I accepted a position as General Manager in Tuscaloosa, AL. (God had told me within two to three months I would be one) I managed a store for 2 years and a month. (I did mot enroll in school here either because the job required 50-60 hours per week.) I became Division Manager over real estate. That lasted 2 months. Corporate decided to postpone the position. I became a sales manager again. Sales were horrible. God showed me to go back to where things slipped up in my life. I did just that last Spring, I started back to school at GSCC. I prayed for a new position ... anything. I couldn't take this anymore. I was with them for 4 years and 2 months.

6 months later to the day that I became sales manager again, I became a Wells Fargo Home Mortgage Consultant. I am still training, but business is pretty good. (Anyone need a mortgage? It really is the only "good" debt.) That is where I am today, but still I have a dream.

Strengths: How does one list them with an humble attitude. I've learned humility is a strength you see, in my many roles. I am told I can make something out of nothing. Not like making a mountain out of a molehill, but turning discarded items into treasure. God allows me to see the potential in things (and people). Also I am told I can convince people of things they wouldn't ordinarily consider, thus the entrance into the world of sales. I have never gone a day without a job. I go from my last day on one day to my first day on the next day every time. I do not take sick time and often leave vacation time on the table. I don't know how this fits, but you'll rarely know if something is bothering me.

Weaknesses: I am weak in the area of submission. I submit to people in authoritative roles, but sometimes do it with resentment, and often do it because I am supposed to, not because I want to. If I respect the person, I can submit 110%. I am learning to submit to God (most of the time). Not that I don't respect or am not in awe of Him, its just that sometimes I want my own way. I hope to overcome this. This doesn't fit either, but you'll rarely know if something is bothering me.

Well Defined Goals: Get my degree! Own My Own Business! A Store? Fashion and Interior Design oriented, perhaps with some cooking involved. I really want to be the next Martha Stewart less the jail time, plus a southern flair, times a little more flamboyancy. (Some of her stuff is just TOO conservative.) Can I still live in the same town as my Mom and do this? That is a must! At the same time I want to give God glory for all He has done and is doing in my life. Is that possible? I want to be doing this within two years. Because when it is all said and done at the end of the day, most people spend countless hours away from their homes and loved ones trying to earn a paycheck. I want to be doing what I do because I love it, and do it whether I get paid or not!