Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Oh Donna, Oh Donna...


I’m sure every kid does really weird things right? The other day we found Isaac hiding behind the couch putting makeup all over a doll. (He even knew all the places to put it, like eyelids, rosy cheeks, lips). The doll ended up looking like a cross between Chuckie and Barbie (I was actually tempted to lock my door that night). It was really weird but I couldn’t help but think of the strange things I must have done as a kid. Then I remembered the La Bamba story. I must have been five years old when I was at Grandma Bonnie’s and saw the cinema classic that is La Bamba. Oh how I fell in love with Richie Vallens. I’m convinced this is where my love for lead singers who play guitar stems. I instantly became certain that the only way to Richie’s heart would be to change my name to Donna (his girlfriend’s name). So for days I went around telling people, actually everyone, that my name was Donna (I also went around singing the song. Now that I had changed my name it was of course MY song.) I vividly remember my dad sitting me down and having this conversation (I’m sure my mom made him, if it were up to him he probably would have just kept calling me Donna):

Dad: Now Donna, what are you doing?

Donna (formerly known as five year old Chelsea): I have found the love of my life and I am showing him how much I care for him. Oh the sacrifices we make for the ones we love.

Dad: You know you can’t go around changing your name for every Latin singing heart throb that comes your way. We are just going to have to go back to calling you Chelsea.

(Come to think of it this sounds like every conversation I have ever had with my dad about a boy… minus the name changing but keeping the serious disapproval)

So I went back to plain old, song-less, Latin heart-throb-less Chelsea… until the next week when I discovered Joey MacIntyre from NKOTB… or Steve Young… or Dean Cain… or Jesse Lacey… I have serious problems.

Monday, November 2, 2009

I Spy

-- Posted from my iPhone

Saturday, October 31, 2009


Don't underestimate the power of the darkside.

-- Posted from my iPhone

Friday, October 2, 2009

How I entertain myself in traffic...

Unless Flavor Flav is in the car this is probably unnecessary.

-- Posted from my iPhone

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Craft Night

Our craft night began with many of these...

And much of this...
We then sequestered the boys to the other room...

Let the crafting begin...

We made adorable fabric plates....

And glittered pine cones for Christmas...

And I made this wire board...

This reminds me of my mom, when her sisters would come to visit and they would spend a full week staying up till the wee hours of the morning "crafting". I never understood why anyone would do this when you could just go buy these things and get a goodnights sleep. (Just like I never understood why my mom would cry when her sisters left to go back to Idaho and Washington). But I have to say I had fun and didn't get to bed until almost 4am. I also ironed a pillow case the other day so it's official... I'm turning into my mother.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

What I saw today

Well technically last night...
My friend had tickets to The Killers so I went as her date. Little did I know we were in the Sac Bee suite away from all the riff raff with free food, our own bathroom and all the Diet Coke I could handle. Spoiled me for all future concerts though.

-- Posted from my iPhone

Monday, September 21, 2009

Sunday, September 20, 2009

What I saw today...

-- Posted from my iPhone

Friday, September 18, 2009

You win some you Lose some...

My last post may need some explaining seeing as anyone who reads this (all three of you) might not know the wonderful story that is my humiliating life. Well this summer I did the unthinkable...wait for it... I actually dated a boy. Yes I know I have done everything in my power to avoid this for the last few years but he just wiggled his way in. I met him at school, we started studying together and although he had absolutely nothing I would ever ever look for in a boyfriend he was just so... well so good looking. I never thought I was shallow or would care about looks but man was he just so... good looking. At first he was fun and sweet, hence the flowers he picked for me in the previous post, but eventually he started to turn a tad bit crazy and even more annoying. But remember he was so good looking that I put up with it for a few months too long. I drew a chart for the visual learners out there:

See as hotness goes up so does my tolerance for annoyance. The taller, tanner, the bigger the muscles the more easily I can handle you talking about your favorite features on yourself, or who you think you can take in a fight. But as you can see from the chart eventually we get to a point where I don't care how hot you are, I just can't watch you and your friends play Mortal Kombat anymore! Well things took their eventual toll and we started the "fade out". It had been weeks of excuses like "I've got too much homework", "I'm too tired", or "I'm going out of town". Things were working out perfectly, until one night I was just bored enough to agree to go over to his house. I had come up with the genius idea of bringing my friend Becky over to his house with me to keep me from falling for his hotness once again. Things went perfectly and as we were leaving Becky walked a little faster to the car to give me a second alone with him. I'm standing there on his front porch doing the awkward goodnight talk, while in the middle of me talking he turns around and slams his door shut. I stood there a second confused as to what was going on, thinking maybe he was just going in the house for a second and was going to return with presents for me? That wasn't the case. This is the texting that occurred the next five minutes:

Me: What just happened?
Him: It was awkward
Me: So because it was awkward you throw a tantrum
Him: Yeah
Me: I can't believe you want things to play out like this...( I continued on a for awhile but I'll spare you)
Him: Well you win some you lose some.

That was the famous line that is now being quoted around here at every opportunity. I must have meant so much to him. What a winner. That was the very last thing I heard from him and now I live in fear as I walk around campus that I am going to run into him and have to do that uncomfortable small talk thing, but really thinking the whole time I wish I could punch you in the face. I learned two very important lessons, first that being that hot will only lead to trouble and second, I have very poor judgement when it comes to men (I mean boys) and I need someone to come take over the decision making process for me (anyone but Lindsey).

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

My summer started out so good...

But like all things this is where it ended...

You win some you lose some!