tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28171822454179182292024-03-19T05:10:42.743-07:00Dallen & ChelseaChelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-11797927717888903352015-05-16T19:08:00.001-07:002015-05-16T20:46:29.699-07:00"It's Hard to Stalk You When You Never Post Anything" I've been haunted by the words of my friend (thanks Gina) the last couple weeks. It's not that I forget to blog, but obviously A LOT has happened since my last post that it seems daunting and unfair to the incredible things that have happened to just pick up and go most importantly- this guy right here!<br />
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Emerson has changed my life exponentially for the better and he lights up my whole world with his sweet smile and sunny disposition. Someday I will post his birth story because it is truly a miracle and deserves to be shouted from the rooftops. But today is not that day.<br />
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I also got a new brother (in-law) who is hilarious, smart, hard working, and most importantly loves my sister and makes her so incredibly happy.<br />
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We went to San Francisco, Mexico, the Grand Canyon, Texas, Europe, and lots of trips to Anaheim and Utah. Basically we have had an amazing year+ since the last time I blogged<br />
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But today I'm blogging about my number 1 guy, Dallen Tade! My very best friend, my partner, my motivator, and who some would consider the most brave and patient man alive to have wanted to marry me. </div>
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This week he graduated from ASU and I have been doing a lot of reflecting. When we decided to get married I knew he wanted to move to Arizona, what I didn't know was what that really meant or how hard it would be. We moved here in the dead middle of August with no home, no jobs, no money, no family or friends. All we had was each other and everything we could fit into our two cars and we did it all for the hope that we would make it to today.</div>
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We didn't even own a bed until we had been married almost a year. We have moved 5 times, had 5 cars and 1 motorcycle, 7 jobs *there was a time when I had 3 at once*, made lots of friends, lost lots of friends, been told we couldn't have a baby, had a baby, genuinely hated each other, but mostly loved, and countless other ups and downs that would fill up more memory than the internet can hold. When I think about it all, I almost cant believe it's real and it happened to us. </div>
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Literally our whole life together has been spent, dreaming, working, and sacrificing for this moment. <br />
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Now we wait in limbo for "real life" to begin. We pray, we love, we be so very happy we reached this huge milestone, and we hope for the right job to come along then we work towards new goals. I love Dallen, our son, our life together and I can't wait for the next adventure </div>
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Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-53826004797542705302013-11-10T20:00:00.000-08:002013-11-10T20:00:20.758-08:00Failure<br />
We tried our first round of artificial insemination last month... What a disaster!<br />
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The whole process is so stressful, at least one (very invasive) doctors appointment a week, a handful of pills everyday, I gave MYSELF a shot in the butt, I gained 10 pounds, and not to mention more people have seen my junk in the last month than probably have in my entire life. All in all for our first cycle cost us $820... yeah. I get so frustrated thinking about how much money we have and potentially will spend on just trying to get pregnant alone, an activity that a lot of people do ON ACCIDENT!<br />
It's been 2 weeks since we found out it didn't work, during that time I have basically been mourning a death... it's the best way I can explain it. I've worked through the 5 stages of grief, I haven't done anything or talked to anyone unless I had to. I didn't imagine feeling so awful about it not working, I knew it was a possibility but since my doctor classified me as "fertile Myrtle" and that our odds were less of "if it works" and more "how many babies" my hopes were really high, I thought for sure it worked, I had all the symptoms but in the end there was just no baby. I don't know why it didn't work, I mean... scientifically it should be fail-proof. People who know (not very many) keep telling me "it's not the right time, God has a plan, when it's supposed to happen it will" even though I know it's true, I'm so sick of being told that. I don't want to wait, I've waited. We're good people, we're married, we love each other, we support ourselves financially without any outside help, we are active, we work hard... why do 15 year old's get babies? Drug addicts? Why do some people get to have as many as they could possibly want, more than they can take care of? I just don't understand, and I'm frustrated DAMN-IT!<br />
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Anyway... what can we do? Just keep trying... all my frustrations and anger and sadness don't change our situation. BUT, just when we finally get going after years of month after month after month of trying and failing. We finally have a real chance of getting pregnant, and our first round of insemination was such a HUGE failure that we have to wait at least one maybe 2 months before we can try again. Unfortunately, all of the hormones and pills I was taking to help over stimulated my ovaries and during my first appointment for our second cycle of insemination, my doctor found 2 large cysts one on each ovary. She put me on birth control which will essentially shut down my ovaries and give them a rest, they should resolve themselves and we can try again when they do. In the meantime I'm trying to drop those 10 pounds, save a few bucks, and go spend time with my family for thanksgiving... I miss them. It's hard living so far away from everyone, I feel so alone sometimes. It would be nice to have my sisters (sisters-in-law) around.<br />
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I'm trying to be thankful for what I have... or don't have. Not having kids does have it's perks, I sleep when and however long I want. Dallen and I can literally pick up and go anywhere, anytime without a second thought. I love Dallen, if I can say anything about this whole experience it's that we are closer than ever. He is so supportive and even though I KNOW hearing me cry about babies gets old fast, he just holds me and tells me he loves me and sometimes that's all I want. We'll have kids someday, in the meantime I'll just keep doting over all my pregnant friends and their babies:). Maybe I'm just destined to be the worlds most amazing aunt... time will tell.<br />
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<br />Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-63646992091098868672013-10-03T11:15:00.001-07:002013-10-03T11:15:20.519-07:00The First of Many<a data-ved="0CAUQjRw" href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&frm=1&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&docid=chWEF6aiSwsaqM&tbnid=Lw_1HsrJbmt_sM:&ved=0CAUQjRw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.conceiveeasy.com%2Fget-pregnant%2F4-signs-of-infertility%2F&ei=n7FNUsamNYWRiAKtuIA4&bvm=bv.53537100,d.cGE&psig=AFQjCNHERy1hXr51X1E6j-PUJHlg3dlaGA&ust=1380909661163791" id="irc_mil" style="border: 0px currentColor; clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img height="260" id="irc_mi" src="http://www.conceiveeasy.com/uploads/signs-of-infertility.png?bd6ac9" style="margin-top: 66px;" width="458" /></a>***DISCLAIMER***<br />
The next unknown amount of posts are going to be about our infertility journey, some may be graphic, sad, or have too much info. Read or don't read, doesn't matter. I have debated greatly about weather or not to blog about our struggle since its a vulnerable situation that is often times embarrassing and I don't want anyone to feel sorry for us. But I have found a lot of comfort from other women's blogs and hope maybe someone out there will read mine :)<br />
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It seems like every night lately I dream about babies. This morning while I was getting ready for work, listening to Pandora as usual, a John Mayer song came on that says:</div>
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"When you're dreaming with a broken heart<br /> The waking up is the hardest part<br />You roll outta bed and down on your knees<br /> And for a moment you can hardly breathe"</div>
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While I realize this song is talking about a significant other, I sometimes feel similarly about our baby situation. Before we found out we were infertile I very rarely dreamed of babies, and if I did, they were never my own. Maybe it's partially the mentality of being told I can't makes me want it more. My heart truly is broken, with every forced smile, every passing baby bump, pregnant friend, pregnant teen, every movie/ tv show where people have babies in bad situations, it seems to crack a little more. Sometimes I just burst into uncontrollable sobs until there are no more tears and I feel like throwing up.</div>
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During our struggle to have a baby I've noticed a few things; people either want to tell me all kinds of things that are unintentionally hurtful (or sometimes intentionally), or they avoid talking to me about anything baby. </div>
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First of all, I LOVE babies. I get excited when people are pregnant, is it hard to hear sometimes? of course. But I don't blame anyone for our situation or hold it against them for being more fertile than us. </div>
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Second of all, things no one struggling with infertility wants to hear:</div>
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I feel slightly bad writing this post because I don't want anyone to think "will this girl ever shut up about it" or "oh no, I'm pregnant. She must hate me" I just need to vent, it's not an attack on anyone, and maybe I do need to shut up about it, but sadly it's a fact of my life I'll be dealing with for many years to come... this is just the tip of the iceberg. Also, I don't know that anyone actually reads my blog anyways!</div>
Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-15539976434659530012013-09-20T12:00:00.001-07:002013-09-20T12:00:26.997-07:00The good, the bad, the journeyThe last several months have been a huge whirlwind of emotions for us! Both good and bad. <br />
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We hit our 2 year in Arizona mark on August 18th! Some days I feel like it has been forever, others it seems like a blink of the eye. During this time I have felt like we have had a lot of bad experiences, like every major decision we have made has ended in miserable failure I know that sounds terrible but I have really struggled during our time here. With us going into our 3rd year at ASU we filled out (another) application for instate tuition at the beginning of the summer. <br />
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Dallens best friend Danny got married the day Dallen was supposed to start school and before we left my in-laws house the morning of the wedding, Dallen got the sad email that our application for tuition was denied. Needless to say we were <strike>upset </strike>furious! We had an hour drive to the temple where we (mostly me) cried and discussed what our options were. I was so angry I felt I shouldn't go to the wedding. But we decided to put our feelings aside and do our best to make that day about Danny and Gina. <br />
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I'm so thankful for my Heavenly Father. I know he put us in the right place at the right time, while we watched them get married for time and eternity it reminded us of what is most important. Each other. The anger and bitterness I felt before I entered the temple was overwhelming, but while in the temple that day the problems went out of our minds and we were able to love and support our friend and that day ended up being very special and enjoyable. </div>
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I am a woman of little faith, I struggle with many things spiritually and while I have seen the Lord work miracles in my life it is hard for me to not feel like I am sometimes alone. I prayed that the lord would comfort me regardless of what decision the board came to, I prayed that I would learn to trust in His timing and that I would have the faith required to know He knew what was best for me. </div>
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Going into the hearing, I felt convinced we would not get it. I was so nervous and upset, I had spent the day putting together a folder full of emails, tax forms, bank statements, pay stubs anything and everything I thought would give us an edge. I felt so small and insignificant going into it, and if you know me you know I have a temper, and I have strong opinions. I worked very hard at being the most sweet, kind young woman I could be and answered all their questions honestly and respectfully. In the end it was a "no brainer" the questions they had about our financial independence were put to rest and we were granted our appeal! </div>
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<br /><br />Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-14129294359782972442012-10-18T07:52:00.002-07:002012-10-18T07:52:32.701-07:00a shameful yet hopeful post without pictures about a young married girl with a boring life but that you should still read... if you so choose.Its been quite sometime since I have blogged and I will tell you why.<br />
We've been stuck in a rut! our first 2 years of marriage seem to be much harder than I could have ever anticipated. Still wonderful, still love Dallen more than anything and my love for him increases every day, But we have definitely had many trials in our short time together mix that with me working 2 jobs and him going to school and working full time and only seeing each other every couple days for a few hours at night you get two frustrated, sleep deprived, most times a little depressed, hard working, relatively unhealthy adults! NO bueno.<br />
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So last night while lying awake in bed (Dallen fast asleep taking up most of it! mind you we only have a full size bed!) I decided a few things.<br />
1. we need a bigger bed.<br />
2. things need to change<br />
<br />Even though I do work almost everyday, I only work maybe 5 hours a day and the rest of the day I do absolutely NOTHING but sleep, watch tv, and eat and justify my laziness with "I work tomorrow so I need to relax the rest of the day" which is not true. Its lazy, and my body is starting to see some effects, which I do not like at all. I take long naps during the day which means I don't sleep well at night and often make up for it by sleeping until 12 then coming home from work and taking a 4 hour "nap"<br />
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so the first change I'm making is this:<br />
GO TO BED EARLY, WAKE UP EARLY<br />
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Dallen also reminds me every once in a while (I think he would do it more often if he wasn't so nice to me) that I have no hobbies or anything that I am passionate about. Which is true, I've always been a hard worker and other than high school sports never cared to find something I really loved doing, and I really struggle with finding something I can really love doing as much as D loves BYU football ;)<br />
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the second change:<br />
FIND A HOBBY THAT WILL KEEP MY HANDS AND BODY BUSY<br />
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since our schedules are busy we don't eat at home together, which leaves D eating taco bell every day, and I'm never motivated enough to make myself anything at home so we are both often groggy and have no energy.<br />
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MAKE AND EAT MORE HEALTHY FOODS<br />
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Lastly, I regret to say that our home is not centered around the Lord. Sadly our spiritual needs are only met for a few hours on Sunday and some weeks even that doesn't happen. This is my biggest change, I know the Lord loves us and has blessed us in many ways, and I know that the church is true and have seen it work miracles in my life. I've never read the Book of Mormon. So each day when I wake up early that's what I'm going to start doing.<br />
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INVOLVE THE LORD IN EVERY WAY, EVERYDAY<br />
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So for the next 30 days I'm going to try doing things a little differently. I hope I will see a big change in our lives and can make our home healthier and happier, I'm also going to start exercising everyday! Since I'm a notorious quitter and never finish anything I start I'm blogging about it so if anyone actually does read this you can feel free to shoot me a reminder every once in a while I'm also going to keep a chart of my progress maybe that will be my first step for finding something to keep me busy, make a cute progress chart! oh, I'm so excited!<br />
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so, that being said... here goes day 1Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-50063614467380119572012-05-13T23:06:00.002-07:002012-05-13T23:06:44.510-07:00my most amazing mother(s)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Isn't she beautiful?!<br />
In my life I have had the privilege of knowing so many great women. She is by far the best, I haven't always felt that way and its taken me a couple of years of being on my own to appreciate how wonderful she is. But boy do I know it now. I call her all the time for advice or just to talk and I love every phone call. She has become one of my best friends, I respect her more than anyone for putting up with me through the many years I was more than a pain in the A. For loving me every time I need her, for kicking my butt, for teaching me the value of hard work, letting me make my own choices even when I know it was hard for her to just sit back and watch. For always teaching me.<br />
I love my mom, and I hope someday I'm even half the woman she is.<br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">being the young woman I was and still kind of am... it took not one amazing mom but 3 to shape me into the vision of perfection you know and love today ;)</span></div>
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One to just love and listen. One to be my forever mother. And one to tell me like it is and kick me into shape. They are all truly amazing women and mothers day was made for them.</div>
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<br />Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-41894494091442392152012-04-25T22:53:00.000-07:002012-04-25T22:53:43.293-07:00being an adult (almost)Tomorrow is my big 2-1. which means I'm "officially an adult" but... if I'm not officially and adult yet then why do I have to do some many "officially adult" things?! like dealing with car insurance agents, paying rent, setting up gas and electric accounts, paying said bills, having a full time job, warrants out for my arrest? those seem like adult things...<br />
so whats my point? my point is, can I have a day off from being an adult before I actually become one?Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-87932538897327788092012-04-18T09:50:00.000-07:002012-04-18T09:50:54.624-07:00the benefits of being poor... there are none. and i hate it.<br />
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#frustratedwithtodayChelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-38301591203870295692012-03-29T01:20:00.000-07:002012-03-29T01:20:32.120-07:00Where the church bells ring, and strong love growsI love coming to California! It will forever be my home and I always have SO. MUCH. FUN!<br />
This time around I came to see Lady antebellum with Emily. Neither of us had ever been to a concert before so we didn't know what to expect but it was so awesome! We started out in some crappy seats but by the end of the night we were partying it up in a VIP box! when you're pretty girls people let you do whatever you want i guess ;)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As much as I love being with my family, I really miss this guy...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5CjalaxD92mIVPEajQ1AXgfIqw5p5aelkY1cCHXj8dIHL3GQrl8ROIgr36uWueLNvkQV0Ebht95R8Ne3ivuVqhmIpIJgXLOTL60iQGDNtBNFDF-xhvIm968sInKD46HDdDRN0ii6w9Q/s1600/SAM_0555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5CjalaxD92mIVPEajQ1AXgfIqw5p5aelkY1cCHXj8dIHL3GQrl8ROIgr36uWueLNvkQV0Ebht95R8Ne3ivuVqhmIpIJgXLOTL60iQGDNtBNFDF-xhvIm968sInKD46HDdDRN0ii6w9Q/s320/SAM_0555.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I know ubber cray cray huh? But alas, what can I say... I love this man!Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-82352492268902137952012-03-07T15:37:00.000-08:002012-03-07T15:37:03.074-08:00a day worth posting about<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I bought this bin 2 years and 5 months ago. I packed all my clothes and shoes and such things and I moved to Utah. Since then this bin has moved to 6 houses and 3 states and for the last 15 months this bin has been consistently full of my stuff. I've been hauling it around from place to place, not having enough room or being anywhere long enough to empty it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1w9P6r32w_TXekphLjbHQAl398lA0JTHqyJiVTjsLTJb_n0cOBWgVPGxvQ0HseARNuMJkokty4dAnbUgLTAua86McKC0zxc2aY8B1r1mKA6CZqO6KlQ7DWaIvt6dNNJp0HCwi9R0g-zw/s1600/SAM_0782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1w9P6r32w_TXekphLjbHQAl398lA0JTHqyJiVTjsLTJb_n0cOBWgVPGxvQ0HseARNuMJkokty4dAnbUgLTAua86McKC0zxc2aY8B1r1mKA6CZqO6KlQ7DWaIvt6dNNJp0HCwi9R0g-zw/s320/SAM_0782.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But today. I emptied it :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know this is a dumb thing to be excited about but it means I have a home. My very own with room for everything!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPw2z1Fi0XutFlq-ITTLFVXZzjbQXox4oncb0Us0uqbNzsULxeLC-afP3BKdgrHp_2c2X1ws8uvaivLb90_aXR0qynUpf5IjQkLvwZ_WirU9AORfGPEtvBD_ubavJDwwHMSp6ttL3Sjs/s1600/SAM_0783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPw2z1Fi0XutFlq-ITTLFVXZzjbQXox4oncb0Us0uqbNzsULxeLC-afP3BKdgrHp_2c2X1ws8uvaivLb90_aXR0qynUpf5IjQkLvwZ_WirU9AORfGPEtvBD_ubavJDwwHMSp6ttL3Sjs/s320/SAM_0783.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and then some...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4-X7cPEbXmNKiJlnsU3Am4kLYzXnT87Oy1twxs2rBw0wfGglRp_Pq-g3bsHcy5bp6Iub1BvhutuwCuU5P7Y0jSmRt-1AlWb1DED7elvNps-Ie25Iai5hILvdaKXK4k25fqhHFZqQV7s/s1600/SAM_0784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4-X7cPEbXmNKiJlnsU3Am4kLYzXnT87Oy1twxs2rBw0wfGglRp_Pq-g3bsHcy5bp6Iub1BvhutuwCuU5P7Y0jSmRt-1AlWb1DED7elvNps-Ie25Iai5hILvdaKXK4k25fqhHFZqQV7s/s320/SAM_0784.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I've spent the last 4 months, watching 119 episodes, 125 hours, and a total of 5.2 days watching all 6 seasons of lost and all I have to say is... I'm glad everyone died.<br />
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that is all.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-44752428512655179262012-02-19T20:22:00.000-08:002012-02-19T20:22:32.124-08:00there were skittles in there...First.<br />
we were here..<br />
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we where here...<br />
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now.<br />
were here...<br />
<a href="http://www.trulia.com/homes/map/Arizona/Phoenix/sold/1000466685-1410-W-Weldon-Ave-Phoenix-AZ-85013">http://www.trulia.com/homes/map/Arizona/Phoenix/sold/1000466685-1410-W-Weldon-Ave-Phoenix-AZ-85013</a> <br />
I do lots of this...<br />
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to make a little bit of this....<br />
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we both do this...<br />
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to get more of that.<br />
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dallen does alot of this...<br />
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so in 5 years he can be one of these...<br />
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and I can be one of these...<br />
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and thats the update.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-42008134055279688912011-12-02T16:29:00.000-08:002011-12-02T16:29:23.997-08:00lately<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgljKaRwjpsfgGwJ8NrVlHHe32UDAzvLvHOG_hUvaMafP3rULCofqxPLC2TbcULU5_fb4JzVM_HH2svh6CNgl-P2mkWQUeg_yxCY0bMoaflqmO_TVVyE5IVyQAf_y2HryIZyM1IPTSSQp0/s1600/SLC-Temple-HDR-02-web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgljKaRwjpsfgGwJ8NrVlHHe32UDAzvLvHOG_hUvaMafP3rULCofqxPLC2TbcULU5_fb4JzVM_HH2svh6CNgl-P2mkWQUeg_yxCY0bMoaflqmO_TVVyE5IVyQAf_y2HryIZyM1IPTSSQp0/s320/SLC-Temple-HDR-02-web.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Im really excited about going to Utah for Christmas :)<br />
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I find myself daydreaming about it at work and I just cant wait!Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-58204977301401757492011-11-18T13:43:00.000-08:002011-11-19T15:38:30.146-08:00Seriously..."I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you."<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIsZhkIYYnzfEr-z_K6Sz_b9w1yX10SXhABH1J3eyEAEvJrGuDK1OIuqLR9vQkX5lQMoDibZIKmXl9jcmHNv1PJ8-MQGUmtIgIBNiFjBEM6iN_Xn5KvbQjAZippmpCymIgCAKwCsrlQg/s1600/2011-11-12_10-39-27_910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIsZhkIYYnzfEr-z_K6Sz_b9w1yX10SXhABH1J3eyEAEvJrGuDK1OIuqLR9vQkX5lQMoDibZIKmXl9jcmHNv1PJ8-MQGUmtIgIBNiFjBEM6iN_Xn5KvbQjAZippmpCymIgCAKwCsrlQg/s320/2011-11-12_10-39-27_910.jpg" width="180" /></a>Can I please have my own?</div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-34425117958199302622011-11-13T20:58:00.000-08:002011-11-13T21:06:38.448-08:00True or False?Distance makes the heart grow stronger?<br />
SO TRUE!<br />
Dallen has been in Utah playing with friends and I miss my Bald, Bearded, handsome man :)!<br />
But I also know he had a great time with his friends and family and I also know I had some other almost equally awesome things to keep me busy so It didn't make me TOOOO insanely jealous that he got to have all the fun. I went to a street fair with my friends Collin, Nikki and baby Fred where we ate alot of free food and had too much fun scored a month of free tanning and of course I've been working (3 weeks without a day off)... mostly by choice.<br />
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till next time<br />
-ChelsChelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-25364229836540115882011-09-25T18:35:00.000-07:002011-09-25T18:35:34.428-07:00Still hereIts funny I started this and I haven't updated in a month almost :) so silly.<br />
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I would post more but... we're just really boring right now. We watch football, play PlayStation, watch movies, and he goes to school literally that's everything we do every day... and I sleep <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"><b style="text-decoration: underline;">ALOT.</b> We're so close to closing on our house it was supposed to happen tomorrow (sept 26) but since buying a house never seems to go according to plan, or so I hear, we actually don't close until October 7th. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;">I'm getting really excited about the house! I cant wait to have a closet, more than 2 cupboards in the kitchen, not have to brush my teeth in the kitchen sink, not have our bed in our living room, and stop living out of boxes (I was thinking about it the other day and I have been packed since I lived in Provo 7 months ago! Pretty sad) Mostly I'm excited to start decorating and painting and making it ours :)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;">We've started going to the ward that is in our houses boundaries It reminds me of my home ward except there's a good bishop. Everyone is 60+ with the exception of a few middle aged people and... 4 young couples its also pretty small and they don't have enough people to fill all the callings they have so we're probably going to get some pretty soon. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;">sorry no pictures this time, Next time I promise!</span><br />
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</span>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-3722737032216240302011-09-03T19:54:00.000-07:002011-09-03T19:54:32.409-07:00I'm gonna read a book tomorrow...So we've moved... again. right now we're averaging one move a week here in Arizona. Not a fan. But we LOVE this apartment.<br />
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stress level has gone down tonnnns.<br />
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Also, as most of you know today was the first day of BYU football! I'm not the biggest fan, but Dallen is, and usually he has the Olsens to get excited with and watch the games with. But since its just us here I'm really going to make an effort and get excited for the games. taking one for the team as it were ;) Today for example, Dallen got dressed and put on normal clothes, I went in the kitchen (that's where we keep our clothes) put on jeans and my BYU tshirt and said "THIS is how you SHOULD be dressed slacker!" He got crazy, kissed me, and ran to our clothes bin to look for HIS shirt! It was a pretty fun day and BYU won. But it also made me miss the Olsens! Especially when I saw a picture of our niece Penny decked out in HER cougar gear, Christmas cant come quick enough! on the bright side next weekend we are going to Anaheim to cross "see an angel/ yankee game" off my bucket list and I'm so excited!<br />
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... The title has nothing to do with this post its just a funny joke dallen just told.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425506930543175086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817182245417918229.post-56539410812179905142011-08-29T16:16:00.000-07:002011-08-29T16:16:25.701-07:00I kiss better than I cook<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1bCWxbMQkwEenyXSA6C35Zj-XJ8AxKILULEHbIhBJyKFdFhmFGAmHxDfMpWROZA1lFOAjC-l5qe_hLt7GW_aBVFRMVYDC1C2qWomSmU9PHkKwtZ9R1_bLcdQ4D1kx6pTE_6NwwMN9Ub0/s1600/SSPX0069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1bCWxbMQkwEenyXSA6C35Zj-XJ8AxKILULEHbIhBJyKFdFhmFGAmHxDfMpWROZA1lFOAjC-l5qe_hLt7GW_aBVFRMVYDC1C2qWomSmU9PHkKwtZ9R1_bLcdQ4D1kx6pTE_6NwwMN9Ub0/s320/SSPX0069.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8j4bGHnLrufVDGq0n9LIsCNYHCuCn2J1OvJMAy1S5gHHwcBQFyd5NbyjcSVNA9fbxvAq4JQ1TtU-SJAEqg6tyh2V2fiioD5qh6vUKEBLz8XEp5UvWP1Caph6fg1TzQrhPsoxzSH4elLI/s1600/SSPX0068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8j4bGHnLrufVDGq0n9LIsCNYHCuCn2J1OvJMAy1S5gHHwcBQFyd5NbyjcSVNA9fbxvAq4JQ1TtU-SJAEqg6tyh2V2fiioD5qh6vUKEBLz8XEp5UvWP1Caph6fg1TzQrhPsoxzSH4elLI/s320/SSPX0068.jpg" width="240" /></a><span style="color: black; font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Truer words have probably never been spoken... nonetheless, last night I gave it a go and made Dallen our first real (not including soup, minute rice, or cardboard pizza) dinner since we've been married; I'm talking about a legitimate meal! I know what you're thinking, "<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Chelsea</st1:city></st1:place>, you've been married four months and you haven't made your husband dinner yet?!...fail" But give me a break I never had my own "kitchen" if that's what you want to call what we have here. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 13.5pt;">So I went to the store, called my mom, and got all the things I needed to make chicken and dumplings, my favorite :) “Not fair,” you say? Don’t worry, I also made brownies… HIS favorite.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 13.5pt;">It was DELICIOUS, tasted almost how mom makes it! I don't know how it happened, somewhere between panic, smoke, and repeating the words "I hate this," "this doesn't look right," and "honey, how do you feel about pizza instead?" It all came together.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
I feel like the adventure of our first meal is alot like life here: I call my mom and ask her what to do constantly, I cant tell you how many times I've said the words "I hate this" in the last 2 weeks, It started out a COMPLETE disaster, annnnd... I don't know how it’s going to turn out; I just go step by step and hope its alright.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Right now, we're in a tiny studio. I think we're getting the hang of the heat mostly because we have ZERO dollars to spend on gas, food, or fun so we stay inside pretty much all day (except right now the ac is being replaced so we're a little sweaty), Dallen plays play-station and I've become a complete minesweeper addict/ cockroach killer... yeah, this place is a winner. But there's no one else I would rather be on this adventure with. Dallen is the best, he's so patient with me and keeps it together no matter how bad things get.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxv1_R41SXeOk1B_1_PJTtXJTxuoXjMBN2jKjtk0FOsP35_dR8Vzn8nSp230O7NdAjOhjZQ3efj68X3L0Yo1itybjE-SM4s3D8OJNKulOinhpa2Ieu07uqVB1z3rkKSV8MZWEYMopxyg/s1600/SSPX0026_copied.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxv1_R41SXeOk1B_1_PJTtXJTxuoXjMBN2jKjtk0FOsP35_dR8Vzn8nSp230O7NdAjOhjZQ3efj68X3L0Yo1itybjE-SM4s3D8OJNKulOinhpa2Ieu07uqVB1z3rkKSV8MZWEYMopxyg/s320/SSPX0026_copied.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: black; font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 13.5pt;">We found the house we're most likely going to buy another 4plex *see right. Its pretty nice except we went there the other day and someone went in the shed and pooped. WHO DOES THAT!? Go to a gas station or McDonald's for goodness sake! You know who has to clean that up? Probably me and I'm going to have to get a hazmat suit. But other than that, only some minor things and we got it for a pretty great price.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 13.5pt;">Everyday things either get a little better or I have a meltdown. We miss our families and friends Dallen especially, now that BYU football is about to start we all know I'm not his first choice of people to talk to about that ;)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Segoe Print"; font-size: 13.5pt;">So, if you skipped every thing and just looked at the pictures: I made Dallen dinner, <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Arizona</st1:place></st1:state> is hot, we're poor, we're buying a poo house, and our only friends are cockroaches. LOVE it ;)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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