Wednesday, May 29, 2013

The House That Came With A Dog.

Our house came with an adopted dog. The family that lived there before us cannot get him to move! They tried, and he wants nothing to do with it. They own all the farm land around our house and they are out in their fields and with their livestock all the time, so it's not as if the dog was abandoned by them. They still feed him and see him and play with him. He's just so used to them living in this house though, that he comes over practically everyday. Unless there is rain. Ain't nobody got time for that!
He's slowly turning into my lil buddy. Ok, not so lil. And ok ok, not so slowly. It was love at first sight. We grilled out twice last weekend. Guess who has us both wrapped around his paw so much that he got his own burger each time? Yeup, we will be THOSE people.  Meet Hauss.

PS. Notice how he likes to put up his left paw when he sits. What a nerd. A cute one, but a nerd. Aw, love him already!

Petting each other. Presh!

I think he loves me too.

Home Is Where Your Heart Is.

Beau. well, I think it's safe to say he will be around awhile, so I guess I can start referring him to his real name, which is Jake. Or Jacob. Or Tex. Whatever I feel like at that exact moment in time. So, why am I so convinced he will be around? Well, we got a house together. And let me tell you what, having a house is a lot of work! BUT! I am not complaining.

It's a big ole farm house, out on a gravel road with grain elevators right in our front yard. And this ain't no petite lil cottage. Oh no! On the main floor we have the normal rooms. The kitchen and dining room, the bathroom, and the living room, as well as the guest bedroom and a second living room. Right now we plan on using this second living room as Jake's painting room. I mean, the guy can draw. Like, amazing he's sold his work for lots-o-moolah good.

Upstairs we have Jake and I's bedroom as well as another little living room, which we are turning into my little cozy reading room. It's the smallest out of all the living rooms in this house, which you will soon learn, there are a lot of those.

In our (finished) basement we have our second bathroom, two store rooms, and two more GIGANTIC living rooms. One we are going to use as another living room (or "man cave" Jake says) and hopefully put a bar and a TV down there for when football season arrives. Then the other living room is going to be Jake's at home gym since the man spends hours there a day.

So yeah, I'd say it's a pretty nice sized house. It's big enough that the people that lived there before us had five children living in. So there were 7 of them.

I'm going to put up pictures of our house, but right now we have been spending most of our time getting it ready before we move in. Cleaning, painting, adding new trim, changing the ceiling tiles, etc.  I wish I would have taken more before and after pictures so I could share the transformation. However, even though we have been working on it for so long, we still have a lot to do. So I have plenty of rooms left to take before pictures of. Don't you worry!

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Tony Lama

The past few weekends in a row, I've gone to my hometown. This past weekend, as much as I wanted to go home, I knew Mom wouldn't want me there because she had just started her chemo. She wasn't sure how she'd be feeling and didn't want us around if she was going to be sick, which she did end up being.

 Meanwhile, Beau had mentioned he had never been to Minnesota. Beau, being the southern gentleman he is, said since I wouldn't be going home again this weekend he didn't want me sitting at home worrying about my mother. That we needed to go out and do something. So...we went to Minneapolis. The mini roadtrip was exactly what the doctor ordered. It was one of the best weekends I'd had in awhile. Seriously, that man is easily my new best friend. In a completely different realm than lil Miss Nathlie! Just to put that out there!

We walked around downtown. Everywhere. All day. We wore our cowboy boots. Did I ever even mention I finally got some? Yeup, sure did. Cutest boots ever. We went to the Toby Keith bar. We went to the Mall of America. We accidentally got lost, a lot. We drove the wrong way down a one way street. We got stuck in an elevator. We accidentally paid for a free breakfast. We got hit by a snowball by a truck in front of us on the way there. We finger painted at a modern art museum. I warded off predators with a Chris Brown CD. We talked so much we forgot there was a world around us. We, ok...I, drank a lot of weeds and waters at the bar.  And sometimes we just needed a McChicken. He learned what muskmelon is, and that his mother also knew. Silly Texan.

Yellow Stitching. Pretty toe. Love!


We decided we were going to make my mom a care package and go visit her sometime. I can't tell you what all is in this care package, because she reads this. But it's going to be a good one. And part of it is going to be hilarious.

Seriously, between Nathalie and Beau, I have the two best friends. So happy and lucky to have them. Not to mention, the best family a girl could ask for. I'm just amazed by how lucky I am to have such great people in my life. 






Gone Gone Gone

I haven't written on here in awhile. And man has my life changed since the last time I wrote. It's funny how one doctor appointment can change your life. I guess I can just start from the beginning. Let me start off by saying, this is REALLY hard for me to write, but since I like to consider this an online diary...i'm going to put it all out here.

I've been having a rough time making friends out in this city. I had a ton of friends out here when I first got here. But slowly, they've all moved away. To the point where all I had left was Nathan and Nathalie. Nathan and I started having problems. Nathan is independent. VERY independent. And there's nothing wrong with that. I, however, am not. I'm not "not-independent" in that I can't do things on my own, I just really like to do things together. Nathan was on a completely different lifestyle than I was. I wake up early, go to bed early. He worked overnights. It was work trying to make time for each other. Except for Friday nights and Saturdays. But even then, it was hard to do something just him and I. I felt like we were slipping apart. The distance of never getting the chance to do things with just him, my life was going by and he wasn't really in it anymore. It was difficult.

Then I decided I needed to make more friends with people from work. I"m the only girl at my job, but I honestly didn't think much of it. I've always had friends who were male and thought nothing of it. I started hanging out with some of the guys from work. One in particular and I quickly clicked and became best friends. In fact, I've talked about him even on here. He's the one I was talking about accents with, the Southern boy. We talked about everything. All day long. We both wake up obnoxiously early to go to work, and would start talking first thing in the morning. Never anything big, just "I hate Mondays, why isn't it Friday yet". But nonetheless, we'd be talking from 7 AM until we fell asleep. When I started feeling like Nathan was slipping away from me, I called him crying. He probably saved our relationship for a few weeks. Explaining to me that relationships were hard, but if I thought he was worth it, I had to keep working on it. So I did.

Then, cancer. It's not really something you ever think about until you get that phone call. At least I know I didn't. And in that moment, things changed. I'm an emotional person, and I took the news pretty hard. I mean someone in my immediate family was going to have to start chemo. That's not something that was easy to say outloud. I was a wreck. On top of that I learned some other news that I took pretty hard as well. It was just a big sloppy mess, that all hit me like a freight train in the night.

It literally hit me all on the same day. The day before Nate was to leave for a bachelor party. Since he was going to be gone in Vegas, I had planned a weekend with my two friends that I do have here, including the boy from work. So, basically Nathalie and "Beau". One of the news that day dealt with Nathalie, so she wouldn't be around to help support me through my rough time. Which, I completely understood. That left Beau. Beau also had something come up, which was fine. I was going to be home alone while in a completely wrecked state of mind. I begged Nathan to stay. To take me home to see my family, to just be with me. I needed him. He told me that he had everything paid for, it was a once in a lifetime oppourtunity, and that whether or not he got on that plane wouldn't change what happened with my family member having cancer. He wasn't going to put his life on hold for me when it wasn't going to make a difference. I begged him once again to stay. He told me I needed to stop being dramatic. I told him if he got on that plane, I couldn't guarantee he'd have a girlfriend when he came home. He looked at me and told me "I'll calm down eventually", he got on that plane, and he flew away, leaving me home alone like a wreck.

Meanwhile, Beau, knowing I'd be upset checked in on me at work every few hours, making sure I was ok. He checked the weather forecast for me in my hometown and helped me decide I could drive myself home and be back by a certain day before the expected snow storm hit. He even planned out what time I should leave my town in order to make it back without dealing with any snow. He promised to be at my apartment by the time I got home so that I wouldn't have to be back home alone. And he did.

I went home and visited my family. I spent an amazing time with them. We got manicures, went shopping, watched movies, and just talked. It was probably one of the best weekends I have had. It made me realize how much I love my family and how much you can take someone for granted. I just started thinking of all these things I want to do with my mom and dad and my sister. I started thinking of that book, with the two sisters and one had cancer. And everybody paid attention to the sister with the cancer, not knowing what was going to happen to her. She ended up being fine and living a happy life, but the sister who was never sick, ended up dying in a car accident. And it just had me thinking how easy it is to just take everybody for granted.

So anyway, I was driving back home from Southern Iowa, I left the time Beau told me to leave without hitting any snow, and a song came on the radio. Gone, Gone, Gone.


When life leaves you high and dry  
I'll be at your door tonight 
if you need help, if you need help  
I'll shut down the city lights, 
I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bribe to make you well, to make you well  
When enemies are at your door 
I'll carry you way from more 
If you need help, if you need help 
Your hope dangling by a string 
Ill share in your suffering to make you well, to make you well
Give me reasons to believe that you would do the same for me
And I would do it for you, for you

That's when it hit me. This song wasn't about Nathan and I. At all. I felt as though I was abandoned by the one person who I should have been able to lean on for support. And instead I was leaning on my best friend, Beau. The song was about Beau and I. I realized, here is this guy standing right in front of me for the past months, months, and I hadn't noticed how he had always been there for me, no matter the situation. I called my Mom, telling her I think I had somehow fallen for a guy and hadn't even known it. I didn't know what to do.

When I got back to my apartment, there he was. With margaritas, my favorite. He comes up to me and says "there's something I have to tell you...that thing I told you came up? I lied. Nothing came up. I just knew if I didn't tell you that I was doing something, you'd never go home to see your mom, and I knew you really needed to go." He did that, and I was pushed over the edge. It's horrible for me to admit this, and I feel so guilty, I do. But I was gone. Beau however, didn't know anything had changed with how I felt with him. He just acted like normal ole Beau, being my new best friend with his southern accent.

Nathan came home the next day and I picked him up at the airport. Instead of checking in on how I was doing after leaving me home alone in a wrecked state alone (he had no idea everything I had done over the weekend) his first words were "I'm hungry, can we stop for food?". I told him it was way past my bedtime, which it was for how early I wake up. He said "fine, whatever. Why are you being like this? Are you still mad because I left?" I told him that I was, and that I would probably be mad for awhile. He told me I was just being ridiculous. That's when I knew things could never go back. We broke up two days later. 

To be honest, I was so exhausted emotionally already that I was upset about my decision to end things with him for about....three hours. Maybe five. Naturally the first person I called right after I did it was Beau. He told me he was sorry for what had happend with me and him, then sent me a picture of a lab puppy and told me "maybe chelsea could cheer me up". 
  
That's the mess that is my life.  It's not exactly a story I'm proud to tell by any means. And it's not like I was out there looking for somebody. To be honest, that fact that I fell for a guy who was my best friend came as a complete surprise. Listening to that gone gone gone song, I seriously said to myself, outloud alone in my car..."oh my God, it's Beau".

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

What's Wrong With People These Days?

I like how I went and watched a comedy movie about a guy who goes after the woman who steals his credit card information and spends all his money....and then the same thing happened to me.
Except I didn't go after the douche.
Except I got my money back.
Except this dude and I aren't going to be bffs now.
In other words, some asshole had the nerve to use my debit card information to, I assume get his car fixed, since it was ran for pretty much everything in my account at an auto body shop. Good job bank for catching that! Thank you!


Sunday, March 3, 2013

Chelsea Vs. Finn

Poor Natey was so sick this weekend, we did a bunch of nothing. I even arranged for a bunch of people to meet us at the country bar. Which they did! But then we had to leave because he got sick. The man was literally awake for probably 14 hours total between Friday afternoon and this evening before he went to work. Poor guy.

I dropped my phone in the toilet. I'd like to admit that it happened because I was white girl wasted. That however would be a lie. I'm just bad luck. I did learn my lesson though, DONT keep your phone in your back pocket. Did you write that down?

I'm getting really impatient waiting for this new dog of mine to come into my life. I've decided to pull back the reigns a little bit. Nathan doesn't seem too thrilled about a chocolate lab. My lil miss Chelsea Mae. Sooo I guess I could also go with a Red Merle Australian Shepard puppy. A male. Name him Finn. That's as far as my compromise goes.

Chelsea?

Or Finn?

Finn?

Or Chelsea??
Ok, ok. I'll get Chelsea. Nathan can get Finn. Good thinkin'!

Thursday, February 28, 2013

What Jersey Shore And Jillian Michaels Have In Common.

I just want to make one thing clear. I do not like the show Jersey Shore. I can honestly say I've probably watched less than 10 episodes, and I just didn't understand the fuss. But even though I don't watch it, it's still easy to pick up on the stuff they do. Like fist pump. Or wear the shirt under the shirt. Orrr GTL. Gym. Tan. Laundry.

Stop right there! I agree with them.GTL'ing is pretty much awesome. I mean, let's be honest, who doesn't feel awesome after tanning, working out, and putting on clean, fresh smelling clothes? Pshh, I know I do! I'm pretty sure it's practically impossible to not feel like a million bucks.

Know who else I don't like, but think they have amazing ideas? Jillian Michaels. I'm not her biggest fan on the show The Biggest Loser (I've also watched only a handful of that show too) but daaaamn, the results she gets? Amazing. Don't even get me started on the 30 day shred. Or for that matter No More Trouble Zones. Ok, ok, get me started. For about a year I was running. Every day. Counting calories too. Do you want to know the changes I saw in myself? Obviously my endurance was up, I was sleeping better, felt more energized, all that good jazz. But as for looking in the mirror and being like "girl, you fiiiine" I'd be more like "what the hell?". 

So I got the 30 Day Shred. I got the No More Trouble Zones. And I got kicked in the ass. You think your endurance is high? Ha. You ain't scared of a lil 18 minute workout? Ha. I worked out 4 days a week, some weeks 5 if I was super motivated. Rotating days between the 30 day shred and No More Trouble Zones. I lost two sizes in about 2 months. It was ridiculous. I lost 20 pounds like a piece of cake. (Haha, that's funny, I didn't even mean to use the word cake while talking about losing weight, but I think I'll keep it there). I vote you do it. Bikini season is almost upon us again. And I have some cute bikinis in my dresser drawer just dying to get out!