Meet the Parents

Introduction

Hello! So I've made an observation over the course of the past few Tuesdays. Tuesday is seniors day where I work. I've noticed that senior citizens are either one of two of the following: total sweethearts or completely miserable. There is no grey area here. I understand you are elderly and have probably contributed a lot to the community over your lifetime but look, please remember the following:

-If we are out of microwavable pot roast, I cannot randomly pull one out of my ass. I was not born that gifted.

-You don't need to remind me eight thousand times that you are entitled to the senior discount. I can tell by the way you can't hear me from 1 foot away and the fact that you are only purchasing soup due to your lack of teeth.

-The seniors discount means you get a certain percentage off your purchase, it does not entitle you to skip the entire line.

-I understand that our other location near your house has closed down and now you must risk your life driving down Walker Road at rush hour when you really aren't supposed to be driving because you've recently had a hip replacement but you cannot cook for yourself due to this hip replacement so you have to come purchase already-made food from me that you can just pop in the microwave. I understand you would take the bus but them “damn kids” always steal the handicap spots at the front. (this was an actual phone call I received at work one day).

-I would be MORE than happy to carry your bags to the car. Please stop thinking you will be fine carrying 10 lbs of cabbage rolls by yourself and then almost toppling over when you try to do so.

-Please don't get snappy with me when I try showing you how to use the debit machine. I am not trying to steal your identity. If I was going to bother to do that, it would be someone much younger.

-Please have your glasses out and ready before heading to the check-out. You are holding up the line digging through the mountains of sweet n' low sugar packets and Werther's Original candies in your purse in order to find your glasses so you can double check I am not trying to scam you by charging you more.

Now, I don't mean to sound non empathetic, this is simply an observation. Not all senior citizens are grouchy. I've had my fair share of old cutie pies come into the store. I like the ones that call me “sweetheart” or “dear.” It really brightens my day. It's as if they are acknowledging my bubbly politeness and the fact that I only want to help them. If I make it to my senior citizen days, I hope I am a delightful old lady who wears tacky brooches.

Meet the Parents

Welp, I think its fair to say that my life is embarrassing. I would never have it any other way. Sometimes I think it is the reason why I am single, but I have to admit my embarrassing moments are what make me such a charming and loveable person, although I'm sure some people would disagree with that statement. I would like to share a more recent embarrassing story with you.

It was not long ago, about a couple weeks ago to be exact. I was on a date. Yes, there are men out there who are willing to take out in public and yes it WAS a man, I will call this man Rodney. We went to Moxies and ate a whole lot of delicious food then went bowling where I made several jokes about balls. I was my usual self. After about four games of gutter balls, we decided we had enough. I invited him back to my house to watch some Netflix! I am currently doing nothing worth mentioning with my life and therefore I still live with my parents and 20 year old brother. If I can remember correctly I stressed how small my house is in a previous blog. My Mom and Dad's room shares a wall with the TV room. So we sit down on the couch and are looking through our movie choices when my Mom yells from her room “SO CHELS, DID YA DO IT WITH HIM?” She had no idea he was sitting right next to me on the couch. This is how the rest of this went down:

Me: *Palm to face* “OH MY GOD MOM, HE'S SITTING RIIIGHT NEXT TO ME!”

long awkward silence

Mom: “Oh my God. I am sooo sorry! Hi Rodney...I'm Chelsea's Mom!”

Me: “Its okay Mom, it's a legit question.”

“Well Rodney, now you see where I get it from. This is why I don't have boyfriends.”

Mom: *Peeks around the corner* “I'm sorry, I thought you were talking to your brother. It's nice to meet you Rodney.”

Mom then came out in her bath robe and properly introduced herself then went to the kitchen to find snacks to offer us. The worst part was you could hear her in the kitchen whispering to my brother about what just happened. Rodney thought it was funny but I'm assuming he was wondering just how many guys I “do it” with in order for my own mother to ask me that after a first date.

Lessons Learned: Text Mom before bringing home a guy as I hope she would do the same. Also, learn to bowl.

By-eee

If my blogs entertain you, please entertain me by telling me any embarrassing date stories in the comment box below! As always, enjoy the picture of the day and thank you for reading, I've had a lot of positive comments from random people I've seen at the bar! Haha.

Love, Chelsea

I'm obsessed with Sea Lions. How could you look at one and NOT smile? :) This is a sea lion chillin on the dock in SanFran. My favourite place in the world.

Christmas with the McCloys

Introduction

So I started writing this blog on December 2^nd and haven’t published it yet due to working every single say and having to get ready for the holidays. One of my New Years resolutions was to be more committed to my blog as I've had several compliments on it lately :) Anyway, I hope everyone had a safe and happy holiday! Here is the blog that was SUPPOSED to be published December 2^nd. Woops.

I feel really sad for my dog Casey today. The skin on her butt is so dry that she spends the majority of the day under the coffee table, swaying back and fourth, itching her butt on the edge of the table. The poor thing just walks around all day, sticking her butt in our faces, hoping we will give it a good scratch. Now that the Christmas tree is up, she scratches her butt on the branches. She's actually sitting beside me right now reading this blog and I think she's embarrassed because shes whining.

So I randomly decided that I wanted to work at a kids camp this summer so I did some research online and most camps require you to have bronze medallion training. I had no idea what this was so I Googled that. I discovered you have to be able to throw a rescue floatie 8 metres, no more than 1 meter away from a drowning person. I gave up on the idea after reading this. My hand-eye coordination is the worst. I could try to throw a toothpick into a volcano and I guarantee I'd miss.

Christmas with the McCloys

Today I will tell amusing and true Christmas stories I've personally encountered.

It's a Massaging Device, I Swear

My Dad is the type of guy who is very out-of-touch with...everything, especially Christmas Shopping. I actually love this about him because it makes for very interesting gifts. When I imagine him Christmas Shopping, I imagine him going to the mall on Christmas Eve, not wanting to set foot in a store so he purchases items from those stands in the hallway where annoying sales people try desperately to sell you crap. One Christmas, we were opening our gifts as per-usual. My Mom opened a gift given to her from my Dad. It was one of those battery operated massaging devices. Of course we all thought it was a vibrator and everything got sort of awkward. My Mom is usually really good at being fake excited when opening gifts, but this time she had more of a WTF reaction. My Dad had to explain it was for massages.

A Practical Gift

One year for Christmas, I was having trouble thinking of a gift for my brother. I thought to myself, I could get him a gift card for the mall, but that is so impersonal. I thought, and thought, and thought and eventually came up with a perfect and useful gift. Christmas Eve (we opened our gifts on Christmas Eve this year because my parents were drunk and didn't want to get up early the next morning) I handed my brother his gift and he opened it up and a big smile came across his face. I had given him porn magazines and a big bag of kettle corn.

The Truth About Santa Claus

Eventually, every child has to go through the emotional pain and turmoil of discovering that Santa Claus is nothing more than a lie, a clever ruse, a deceitful trick. And we become embarrassed about saying “yes” on Christmas morning when our parents so cleverly ask us if we saw Santa last night.

I remember how I find out. It was in a horrible way. Most parents gently break the news to their children once they are old enough to handle the emotional repercussions. I found out on my own. It was Christmas morning, I think I was in grade 3 or 4. I could hardly ever sleep on Christmas Eve, all I thought about was waking up to my presents. I woke up around 6am and excitedly ran to the living room. The cookies and milk I had left out for Santa were half eaten as usual. There was a crumpled piece of paper on the ground and I wondered what it could be. I un-crinkled it and opened it up. It was a list divided into four sections: Gifts for Chelsea from Mom and Dad, Gifts for Brett from Mom and Dad, Gifts for Chelsea from “Santa”, and gifts for Brett from “Santa.” It was a list of all the presents my parents had purchased for us that year, and which ones they should have be from “Santa.” The jig was up. I couldn't believe it. They even took the effort to make the writing on the tags on the presents from “Santa” fancy as opposed to their regular hand-writing. How...fricken...clever. My heart sank. I didn't want to ruin my excitement completely so I crumpled the paper back up instead of reading it. I sat on the floor for a minute or two and tried to process the information I just incurred. After a moment of silence, I went into my parents bed and handed them the piece of paper and said nothing more than “I didn't read ALL of it.” Christmas was never the same after that. I should of caught on when my Dad suggested we start leaving Santa a beer and peanuts instead of milk and cookies.

By-eee

Thank you for reading!!!The picture of the day (below) is a festive gingerbread my cousin Alyssa and I made this year. The snowman wouldn't stand up so we decided to make it appear as if he was shot and was bleeding all over his front yard. Enjoy!

Love,

Chels xo

Christmas Wrapping

Introduction

I just came back from eating lunch with my mother, during which she decided to tell me about a dream she had the previous night. She dreamed that my most recent ex-boyfriend made out with her behind a wall during a marathon they were running and he then told all his friends she was the best kiss he ever had. Ew.

After indulging in a massive helping of eggs benedict and a Philly Steak Sammy for mom, we did our routine teeth check, looking for pieces of leftover food stuck in the cracks or crevices of our grill. I smiled at Mom, I was clean. Then Mom smiled and she had a pepper flake stuck at the top of her front tooth. She swished around some water in her mouth and smiled again, it was still there but lower down on her tooth. She swished around some more water, it was again still there but lower down on her tooth. At this point I'm laughing hysterically. She once again swished some water around in her mouth and smiled at me once again. I almost died of laughter. The pepper flake had made its way to the top of her OTHER front tooth. I laughed so hard it made a scene and we had to leave.

Christmas Wrapping

In the spirit of December 1^st, I thought I would share my opinions about wrapping Christmas gifts.

Now, I have a special gift. I can look under the Christmas tree, locate all presents addressed to me and guess correctly what each box contains. My mother no longer puts my presents under the tree early because it takes away from the surprise. Perhaps its not that I have a seventh sense (my sixth sense is being able to guess what customers at M&M Meat Shops are going to order before they even say it...its a game I play with myself at work) but that my parents aren't being creative enough with their wrapping jobs.

My brother and I have mastered the art of creative wrapping. Sure, there is the age old trick of taking a small gift and putting it inside of a box which is inside of a box which is inside of a box which is inside of a large box but we've taken the element of surprise to a whole new level. We use different supplies to mask the shape of the gifts we are wrapping. For example last year we wrapped a bracelet for my mother in empty wrapping paper tubes, creating the illusion that she was receiving a golf club. We also like to add decorative elements to each gift, in order to impress others and enhance the Christmasy feel.

Sure, I appreciate and admire a perfectly wrapped gift with a perfectly curled ribbon or bow topping it. However, what really makes my heart smile is a horribly wrapped gift. I find it funny and creative. I am naturally horrible at wrapping gifts, but when I TRY to make my gifts look horrible, it gives them a Tim Burton sort of feel and I like it. My family and I always share some laughs over how horrible the wrapping of our presents are, and these laughs are what I like most about opening gifts. It's also a creative and funny idea to wrap gifts in something other than wrapping paper! Use a sock, or anything else you can find around the house. It's funny!

The best part of wrapping gifts is the To and From tags! I don't think my brother and I have ever used our own names on a tag before. We like to make our presents from famous duos such as Sonny and Cher or Simon and Garfunkel. It makes for better entertainment while opening gifts.

I love the Holiday Season and I like to get really into it. When I wrap gifts I throw on the fire place, put on a Christmas movie, slap on my red robe and make a tea...or a double vodka. Don't go to one of those stations where they wrap your gifts for you, you'll miss out on all the fun, creativity and humour you can bring to your holiday!

By-eee

Thank you again for reading! Happy December and I hope your holiday season is going to be a safe and joyous one! The pictures below are some of the presents my brother and I have wrapped and graced our home with their presence. Enjoy!

Love, Chels :)

To: Sugar Mama  From: Karina and J.R (she's a DWTS fan). This is one of my creations. A simple wrapped box, jazzed up with a crappily made carboard tree avec tinsel and stickers!

To: Mufasa From: Timon and Pumba. This beautiful work of art was created by my brother. Could it be a DVD? Could it be a book? Could it be a hockey stick? Who knows because its cleverly disguised as a church!

 To: Mom   From: William and Kate. I really don't even remember what is inside here. It looks like an airplane...but its noooooot:)

To: Mac  Daddy   From: Al Roper and Arms Bumenlag.  This precious gift was wrapped in an extra poster                                                         of the skeletal system I had laying around!

                                 To: Arnold  From: The Housekeeper.  It could be a hat with earflaps?

Story of Rejection

Introduction

Tonight has been filled with odd conversations. I'd like to share some of them with you.

Conversation 1

Mom: “I don't like this new toilet paper. It leaves bum crumbs at the back of the toilet.”

Me: “What the hell are you talking about?”

Mom: “Like, little peices of brown toilet paper.”

*I'm laughing, while typing this as my Facebook status*

Mom: “STOP! I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING WITHOUT IT GOING ON FACEBOOK...STOP...at least make sure you say the bum crumbs are on the toilet and not in our bums!”

*Dad comes home from work*

Mom: “Chris, I got rid of the bum crumbs from the toilet.”

Dad: “The what!?”

Mom: “BUM CRUMBS! THE BUM CRUMBS! HOW DO YOU NOT GET IT!? Didn't you ever see that toilet paper commercial with the bears!”

Conversation 2

Me: “My new haircut makes me look like a 10 year old Asian boy.”

Mom: “It does not. You're eyes aren't smaller.”

Dad: “It makes you look like Cher.”

Conversation 3

Dad: “Sarah from Jeopardy is hot eh?”

Me: “Dad, I'm not a lesbian I swear.”

Mom yells from kitchen: “WHAT'S TOO HOT? MY RICE? LET IT COOL OFF BEFORE YOU EAT IT!”

Conversation 4

Mom: “GET BACK HERE, WE'RE HAVING NICE FAMILY TIME DAMN IT!”

Conversation 5

Brett: “Chels, has Mom ever had the sex talk with you?”

Mom: "Yes, she taught me everything I know.”

Sometimes I really enjoy my family. Haha.

Story of Rejection

Today I feel like telling one of the many, many, many, many, many, many, many FML moments that has occurred in my life.

It was a couple years ago and I was head-over-heels for a boy, I'll call him Arnold (clearly I don't actually know an Arnold because nobody names their child Arnold anymore but I feel I should respect “Arnold's” privacy). We've been occasionally engaging in secret rendezvous for sometime now. I'm pretty sure I was in love and I'm pretty sure I was probably his third or ninth booty call choice. Anyway, we (me, Arnold, and a bunch of our friends) were out for an event, I can't remember exactly what the event was but I think it might of been the annual wine gala we always attend. The wine is free at this gala and the food is incredibly fancy which means it's small portions of acquired tastes. Therefore, it's a lethal combination of free wine and hardly any food. After the wine gala, everyone decided they wanted to hit the bars. Arnold didn't want to and I wanted Arnold, which means I didn't want to either. So, I accompanied Arnold back to his house. When we got there, we were laying on separate couches. Here is what was going through my head at this point:

“Why isn't he making a move? We are alone and drunk.”

“Is he even awake?”

“He probably had another booty call arranged and I'm cramping his style.”

“Good Lord, he is so adorable. I should make a move. No I can't, he clearly is not into me. But we are hardly ever alone, maybe I should just make a move.”

I decided to make a move. I'm not sure if it was the alcohol or the overwhelming desire I had to kiss him. I rolled off the couch I was on and crawled over to him. Thank God his eyes were closed at this point because I'm sure me crawling is not a sexy sight. I probably should of taken his closed eyes and mild snoring as a sign not to kiss him. I didn't care, I figured he'd appreciate the forwardness and it would lead to an intense passionate make-out. I leaned over top of him and kissed him on his lips. He then jumped, hitting me away with his hand and said in a monotone, non-joking voice “Oh, I thought you were my cat.” Then went back to sleep.

I thought...you were...my CAT? Really? Not a “Oh hello there” or a kiss back? I thought you were my cat. Awesome. I bet the cat would of gotten more of a positive response. I used to be a very shy person when it came to admitting my feelings for someone or making a move and this was taking a huge risk for me and it resulted in this. Anyways, I didn't know what to say so I said...”Uh, sorry I just...felt...like...making out. Good night.” then I went back to my couch and curled up in the corner, wanting to die.

The next morning I woke up and realized I needed a ride home. My friend and saviour Erica came over to get me but decided to visit for a bit. When we were alone, I told her about the epic fail that was last night. She laughed of course, and I don't blame her. We were all sitting in the living room when Arnold's cat came out of the closet. Erica and I died laughing. Nobody else got the joke.

Lessons Learned: I'm actually very proud of myself for going after what I want, even if I was rejected. It didn't hinder me from making moves in the future because I figure it'll either result in getting what I want or a funny story I can share with my friends. Also, I need to work on my seducing skills. Also, never date a guy with a cat.

By-eee

Thank you again for reading! Please subscribe to my blog! As always, enjoy the picture of the day below.

Me sitting on the edge of the Grand Canyon. I love risking my life for a great picture. Pretty sure you were not supposed to be in this area of the Canyon. No goal is too big or too small :)

Running

Introduction

Hello! I appologize for my long absence! Here is my reasoning: I'm lazy. Actually, aside from being lazy I was waiting until I had completed the blogging classes that I had signed up for so I can better serve you as a blog enthusiast. Well, I waited anxiously until the day arrived, the day of my first blog class! I was super stoked, thinking about how I would bring my notebook with the cool design on the front, and an array of writing utensils so I could diligently take notes. I also secretly hoped there would be a cute male, preferably my age and preferably single in my class who would fall for me after realizing I am not only somewhat good looking but somewhat intelligent as well (and funny) and we would talk about blogging and our views on the world and how we want to share them. I get a call, a couple hours before I am due to be in class, telling me that not enough people signed up for the class so it is CANCELLED. Now, I am used to this type of luck so I had no reaction to this. It just would be been nice to know more about blogging seeing as I don't know much except that I like doing it. So, I know my blog isn't the most esthetically appealing one in the world, but I think the words in it are entertaining so I'm just going to keep at it! So, enjoy.

Running

Today's topic is about running. I've been doing a lot of it lately. I do literally NO other form of exercising or physical activity except running which is why perhaps I have extraordinary legs and look like the Michelin man everywhere else. Anyway, every time I go for a run something interesting seems to happen. Here are some of my run-ins on my run (note my clever word usage there):

Giant Spider: It was a cool, fall day and I was enjoying a solid jog around the neighbourhood. I was innocently running down my street when I stopped dead in my tracks and involuntarily yelped “HO-LY F**K!” Hanging from a tree, crawling up its web was the BIGGEST, JUICIEST, HAIRIEST (oh my word, I am gagging and shivering just writing about it) SPIDER I'VE EVER SEEN. I kid you not when I say his butt was the size of a ping pong ball and his legs were the size of french fries from Wendy's. If spiders had names this one's name would be something along the lines of Rex, Butch, or Hulk Hogan. I instantly ran to the other side of the street, where my house happen to be. I felt like it was on me. I was devastated. Knowing it was only metres away from my house terrified me to my core. I am actually staring out the window right now to the spot where the fateful meeting occurred.

Goose Chase: I was running by the river today. I just wanted a nice, relaxing jog to the bridge and back where I could collect my thoughts. This was not the case. Up ahead of me I saw a goose lounging in the shade. For those of you who know me, you know I love geese! I was excited to run by him, I knew it would make my heart smile. As I ran closer, I noticed he was accompanied by a few friends, and by a few I mean hundreds of other geese. I was so excited about this until I ran past a few hanging out in a circle and they proceeded to run after me. They were dangerously close to my ankles, and I was quite worried one would try to peck my socks off. I felt like I was the star of the movie Fly Away Home. They eventually stopped chasing after me and I was on my merry way again.

Bear Encounter: About a year ago I was living in Whistler, BC and I was enjoying my daily jog along the trail. I had my headphones in, probably listening to a favourite song of mine that wasn't even cool in the 90's. As I ran past people on the trail they were looking at me, talking and pointing. I assumed they were probably marvelling at the size of my armpit sweat stains or something but once I turned the corner, I realized they were trying to warn me. I came literally face to face with a baby black bear. If I had extended my arm I'd be touching his nose. Luckily he was more afraid of me than I was of him, probably because at the time I resembled a sweaty warthog.

Wedgie Woman: Today I was running to the library. There was a elderly woman up ahead at the bus stop. She was just going to TOWN on her wedgie, I swear her whole arm was up there. She was wiggling and squirming left and right. She eventually retrieved her wedgie from her butt crack and I applauded her (not out loud, but in my head).

I love my running adventures, but on a serious note, running has changed my life in quite a positive way lately. I started running soon after my last boyfriend and I broke up. I began running because I wanted to focus on MYSELF, I wanted to get in shape, clear my mind, and have something positive to focus on and running was the solution to this. When I run, I am mostly motivated by anger, I'm not exactly sure why but when I think about people who have hurt me or situations that have really sucked for me, I run faster and harder. I've lost inches and pounds since I've became serious about running and I've even entered my first 5km run for charity (my second one is in a few days). At first, it was hard and I couldn't run for a long period of time but now I run at least 5km a day and I actually ENJOY it, I don't just do it because I feel I have to.

Chelsea's 10 Tips for Running

1. Put on a good song and pretend you are running in a music video, whether it be running towards someone you've missed or running away from someone or something you hate. It really works! Lol.
2. Run at a comfortable pace and when you are passing an attractive male or female you want to impress, pick up the pace and adjust your form (get the arms moving, push out the chest and bring your feet to your butt). It not only keeps your heart rate up but maybe you'll get a phone number or two.
3. Pretend your ex boyfriend/girlfriend is behind you. Show off so they can see what they are missing.
4. If you hit a red light, stretch your legs and arms. I don't stretch properly so it doesn't do anything for my physically but I feel like when I stretch, people in their cars waiting at the light may think I know what I'm doing.
5. Mouth the words and do an arm dance to whatever is playing on your mp3. I get a lot of weird looks but it makes my run more enjoyable.
6. Bring a folded paper towel to dab your boogers.
7. This is probably a given, but if you need to bring items with you on your run (ex: phone, debit card) then do NOT wear a pouch (I got made fun of for doing this). Instead put it in your bra or get one of those strap pouches that goes around your arm.
8. Pick a goal point that you want to be able to run to without stopping to walk. It'll take you a few tries before you can do it! Don't time yourself, just be able to finish! Once you can, than time yourself and try to improve your time each run.
9. Wait at least an hour after you eat before you run. The cramps are worse than a woman on “girl time” with indigestion.
10. Drink lots of water before and after your run! Duh.

Chelsea's Fav Running Songs

1. The Kill – 30 Seconds to Mars
2. Welcome Home – Coheed and Cambria
3. Fresh Feeling – Eels
4. Everything is Wonderful – Everclear
5. Saviour - Lights
6. When Love Takes Over – Guetta and Kelly Rowland
7. Survivor – Destiny's Child
8. No Getting Over You – Guetta and Fergie
9. Bootylicious – Destiny's Child (this is good for walking fast/warm up)
10. Lua – Bright Eyes (good for walking slow/cool down)

By-eee

Thank you again for reading! Enjoy the picture of the day!

Comment Below: Tell me some of YOUR funny run-ins while on a jog!

Love, Chels

I thought this photo was ironic due to the current issue of whether or not Bieber fathered a child.

I seem to be rocking some sort of pregnant looking belly. Also, I'm pretty sure that since Shopper's

Drug Mart put up these cut-outs of the Biebs, every girl in Windsor aged 10-25 has taken a photo

with it.

222

Introduction

Good evening! So tonight we had a massive storm while I was at work. I saw that the storm was starting to pick up so I went outside to bring in all our promotional signs and flags inside. In the 2 minutes I was outside, I had dust fly into my eye, causing me to be temporarily blinded for 30 seconds and in that time one of our flags fell over on top of me. I seriously hope nobody was watching at this point in time.

            So, I just received a text from my friend Jenna who is in Vegas right now (I could not attend because I had to work) and she is currently partying with one of my biggest heroes, SNOOKI! I feel sick with jealousy. I would do anything to meet Snooki. I know we would be best friends. I legit want to barf because I’m so upset that I’m not there.

            On another note, I am currently watching television, the weather to be exact and first of all the weather girl’s dress is a hideous display of bad judgement. It looks like someone who lived in the 60’s and had no money and a horrible fashion sense. The sound on my TV is being weird, making her sound like Lil Wayne. The Marine Land commercial was previously on where they sing that annoying song and it sounded like a Lil Wayne remix, it was quite hilarious.

            Anyway, enjoy the blog. (I’m miserable)

222

I see the number 222 absolutely everywhere. At first I thought it was a coincidence but after the billionth odd 222 sighting I am convinced it means something to me. Let me share some of my weird sightings. I won't name them all because I've been seeing it almost every day for a couple years now.

How did it start? Well I attended a conference a couple years ago and one of the fellow attenders was staying in room 222. Now, everyone at this conference kept repeating room 222 all week because the girl staying in that room had brought a lifetime supply of fudge, so that's where you wanted to be if you had a sweet tooth or the munchies.  222 was sort of the joke of the conference.

Every single day I NEVER miss when it is 2:22pm...NEVER. It is weird because I sometimes find my eyes or head being drawn to the clock when it is that time. Even if I am not in a rush or if I don't necessarily care what time it is, I will always jerk my head towards the clock to check when it is 2:22.

One night, just over a year ago I was sleeping and I had a nightmare and jolted up in my bed. I looked over at the clock and it was 2:22am.

One night only a couple months ago I was sleeping in my Mom's bed because it is way more comfy and I had one of those weird half dream things where you are awake with your eyes open but you think you see things. Anyway, I saw a "ghost" in the corner of the room and it frightened me to the point where I snapped out of my half dream. I looked at the clock and yep, 2:22am.

Cars with 222 license plates are constantly driving in front of me.

I went to the hospital to have a surgical procedure done where I was awake for it. I lay on the operating table and I was so scared I decided to try and focus on an object instead of looking around the room at the scary instruments. I looked straight up and the product number on the lamp was 2.22.

The day after my surgical procedure I went to Wendy's with my friend Amanda (love). We ordered our food and then the attendant asked us if we would like sauce or something (I can't remember exactly what it was) with our meal and we said yes. So she yelled to the kitchen staff, "I need some sauce for order 222." We both looked at each other and were like, woah.

I am CONSTANTLY seeing items that cost $ 2.22. For example the other day I went to pump gas and on the gas nozzle was an ad for a product that was $2.22, there was a sign at the store I went to the other day, .2 for $2.22, I always see 2.22 in advertisements.

I had a virus or some defect on my computer, it was defect number 222.

At work I was stacking boxes and the order number on them was 222.

This is the weirdest one. One day I was at work a few months ago and I was so bored. I had a calculator in front of me and I thought to myself "here is the test. I am going to press a bunch of random buttons on this calculator and see what it equals. If it is 222 then this number means something to me." Honest to Pete, I am not lying and/or exaggerating, I closed my eyes, hit several random buttons so fast that I couldn't tell you what I had hit, pressed the = sign and it was 222. My heart sunk. I didn't know whether I was blessed or cursed.


There are SO many more 222 encounters, I can't even count. I decided to look up the meaning on the internet and there are several meanings. A few sites said that if you see it often, it means you are on the right track. Also, I am not the only one who sees this everywhere. There is a Facebook group and a website for people who see 222 everywhere! I am convinced it has a deep meaning for me and I've come to feel comfortable with the number. It is almost like a guiding light, I feel like when I see it I am where I am supposed to be. Weeeird.

By-eee

Keep an eye out for 222! Enjoy the picture of the day below!

Comment Below: What’s your favourite number and why?

Love, CHELSEA oxoxoxoxox

Here is a picture of my roomate Kaya and I on Halloween. I am dressed as Snooki! Kaya is clearly a Ninja Turtle.

My Habits

Introduction

Hi! So I’ve been thinking that some of my posts may be too long what with having an Out-dated Update, a Try This! and a Topic of the Day every blog. Therefore, I think I might not include all three of these in every single blog. I do not want to discourage someone from reading my blog due to crazy length! Today’s blog is primitive and it doesn’t involve a lot of deep thinking!

My Habits

We are all made up of habits, whether they are derived from nature or nurture, whether they are good or bad, and whether or not we notice them or have to be pointed out to us. Here are some of my habits that I've noticed and some that have been brought to my attention.

-When I am watching television, I love to pick the dead skin off my feet and put it behind my couch. We all have something we like to collect and this just so happens to be my thing so leave me alone about it. My mom is less than supportive of my hobby and vacuums it up daily.

-I hate bringing things in from my car. I don't know why but I hate carrying things from my car to my house to I have a junk collection in my car. I used to blame the mess on my brother but since he bought his own car, I have no scapegoat.

-I don't refill ice cube trays when they are empty. I hate taking the time to do it.

-When the ticket ripper at the movies says "enjoy your show" I always say "thanks, you too"

-I don't like covering my food up with saran wrap before putting it in the microwave. I’d rather just clean up the mess of my food exploding after I am done eating.

-When I drive I always stick out my lips. I have NO idea why I do this, I don't do it voluntarily.

-I pick my nose. It is not something to be ashamed of.

-I sleep with Pierre, my stuffed sea lion every night. I have an awkward sleep if I don't have him.

-I put my hand in my pants when I sleep. I do not have an explanation for this one either but I find it more comfortable for some reason.

-I never hang my coat up. I always just leave it on the back of a chair.

-I am sort of bad at introducing myself when in a group. I always just act like I know them until we've been hanging out with at least an hour and I'm like "I'm Chelsea by the way."

-I often get too full to finish the very last bite of my food.

-I shiver when I'm full. My brother calls it the "fake shake" because he thinks I fake it.

-My hands wander when I kiss someone.

-I bite my cuticles.

-I always do my wash then forget to put it in the dryer.

-I pick my teeth all the time.

-I stare at people's mouths when they talk instead of in their eyes but this is because my hearing sucks so I like to look at their mouth so I can better tell what they are saying.

-I instantly cry when those hurt animal commercials come on

-When I feel like I’m going to cry but don’t want to I roll my eyes up and make a pouting face and it seems to help.

-I sometimes have selective hearing, especially if I am writing or watching TV.

SIDE NOTE: right now my dog has her head rested on my keyboard and is reading my blog, so cute.

-I tend to have a new favourite song every week and it’s the only song I listen to for that week.

-I always forget my jewellery at other people’s houses.

-I always lose one sock in my bed or other people’s beds.

-I bite my straws.

-I lose house keys.

-I always sing songs that I don't know the words to and usually just mumble.

-I always throw my glasses in my purse without putting them in the case, getting them all scratched up.

-Whenever I take a bath I have to have a washcloth covering my stomach, I’m not sure why.

-I prefer eating with plastic utensils rather than silverware.

-I like to be touching my partner when sleeping, even if it’s just a leg or hand but I feel it annoys them so I wait till they fall asleep hahahaha

-I sleep with my mouth as wide open as can be most of the time.

-I would rather show up to something RIGHT on time than early.

-I sleep with one leg sticking out of my covers.

-When I'm cold at night, I tuck my pants into my socks.

-I clean my teeth using a sewing needle.

By-eee

Thank you for reading! Enjoy the picture of the day below!

Comments Below: Let me know some of your funny habits, good or bad!

Love always,

Chelsea ox

So, I needed a dress for some occasion that I can't remember. I found this dress at Value Village. It is made of velour. I bought it because it intrigued me but then I realize how rediculous it looked/felt. It remends me of a dress an Italian grandmother would wear. So, here I am cooking pasta sauce in my Italian Grandma dress.