The Weekenders

This weekend was good.  Like real good.  I want to go back in time and live it all over again.  But, that's unrealistic.  So I'll just give you the Reader's Digest version.

Friday night:

handsome

This is Mista T. and I before heading out to eat the best meal of our lives.  We decided to spend date night at Ninja--a sushi house here in Cedar.  Oh. My. Goodness.  I don't know if I've ever been happier in my life.  I could live and die in the meal I consumed.  I even ate eel.  I'm getting to be so cool.

We then went for a walk and ended the evening watching Chopped.  It was such a good night.

Saturday:

My love and I had a very lazy morning--complete with episodes of Chopped {obsessed, much?}, and Burger King.  We then ventured to the great land of Saint George, UT to hang out with Mista T.'s family.

I got to see some South Dakota babies I'd been missing a whole lot.  It was great.

Brian, hiding from me

Dory, playing with something

Gracie {not a South Dakota baby}

That day I also learned that my husband knows every single lyric, of every single song, in Newsies.  It was a proud {and unusual} moment.

Sunday:

I said buh-bye to one of my very best friends.  Sister Krista Nanette Smith will be departing for Sao Paulo Brasil tomorrow morning for eighteen months.  She gave a sweet little speech, and my eyes watered with a special kind of sadness.  I'm going to miss that little dear a whole heck-of-a-lot, but I know she is going to do a world of good.

Love you, sista gurrl.

On Sunday, we also got some family photos taken.  I spied on the ones I wasn't in, and this one was my favorite:

I'm in love with Dory's expression

Such cuties.

Now:

I need to attend to an awesome laundry mountain I've been avoiding for awhile. So fun.  You're probably a little bit jealous.

Chopped.

Day three:  a picture of the cast from your favorite show


Okay, so Mista T. and I don't have television shows.  We have a television.  But no shows.  So, lately we've been watching Chopped online.  It has become a mild obsession around here.  Mista T. has now taken to describing my cooking in very technical terms.  For example:

"The smokiness of the sausage really pairs well with the richness of the cream."

We've even contemplated doing our own version of the show at home.  I pick out three secret ingredients for him, and he has to compose an entrée.  Then he picks out three secret ingredients for me, and I have to compose a desert.  Sounds kinda fun, right?  

Anyway.  Chopped doesn't really have a set cast--but it has judges and a host. 

Ted Allen (host):  all business, food expert, almost a hipster

Aaron Sanchez (judge):  awesome accent, Latin food aficionado, my favorite.

Alex Guarneschelli (judge):  uses 'sort of' as a descriptor a lot, one of New York's top chefs, my least favorite

Marc Murphy (judge):  nice, loves starch, Mista T.'s favorite.

There are more.  But I don't really care about them too much.  I just adore the show.  I recommend to you.

Angels!

*I remember hearing Dieter Uchtdorf saying in a General Relief Society broadcast, "Make beautiful your surroundings, that the angels may delight in visiting your locations."  I love that quote, and really wanted to make it apart of my marriage.

Our little apartment has become such a sanctuary for us.  I don't mind the creepy little creepers living next to me, or freeway sounds at night.  I just love having a home to share with my handsome husband.

So.  Here's a little tour.

Living Room

This table belonged to my Great Grandma.  Isn't it the greatest?

I'm still not sure what I've posted this.  Not the most flattering angle.  Note the rotten bananas.

He's really good at that ^.

Almost everything shown above was either given to us, or purchased by us with money given to us.  We are lucky little ducks.

And really, that is basically it.  Ha.  My visiting teachers came last month and said, "Wow.  Your apartment is really small."  I know.  But guess what?  There are only two of us.  And even though we are both giants, we manage to fit in here comfortably.

Home.  It's where I want to be.

{insert techno beat, if you know wha um sayyin}

On a completely unrelated note:

My hair is new.  Kind of.

Oh.  And the security settings on our computer are really strict for some reason right now.  So I don't even know which pictures I posted.  Minus the first one.  Okie.

Wedding Photos.

Courtesy of the very lovely, Abbey Kyhl.  

I married such a handsome man.

Rembering is one of our favorite things to do.  Though we've only been married three months, our memories are so precious to us.   Reliving this day is something I want to do everyday.  It was so . . . perfect.

Super Loaded:

I've been bad at blogging this week.  Can we still be friends?

This past week has been pretty lovely.  Or maybe my endorphins are just flowing rapidly.  Why,  you may ask?

I'll tell you.

 <--This little beauty now resides

                                                                                       in our humble abode.

You can be jealous, if you want.  But it still won't buy you a Kinect. 

When Mista. T. suggested we invest in one of these bad boys, I was pretty apathetic.  I am probably the last person you'd ever classify as a "gamer," and I thought the Wiii was more overrated than the Black Eyed Peas Super Bowl half time performance.  

Boy, have I seen the light.  The Kinect makes dreams come true.  I recommend to you.  I even shared it as my "happy moment" in Relief Society.  

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Sometimes, husbands are awesome:

Like when you say, "I want to do something girly.  Like a face mask.  I wish you were into that kind of thing." And your husband replies, "Hey.  We can do that, if you want."  I wanted.  He obliged.  I should have taken an 'after' picture, because his skin was glowing with handsome-ness.

This experience also taught me a lesson:

The lesson was, I should never photograph myself without bangs.  

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This week was also filled with awkward and awesome moments:

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I'ma go to sleep now.  Since it's after friggin midnight.  Yesterday this time it was only 11:24pm.  I miss yesterday.

Several things

Today I awoke to the sound of thumping.

I have to admit, I live in a creepy-ish neighborhood.  I've seen blood droplets trailing across the outside pavement of our apartment complex.  There is a lot of yelling.  A lot of sirens.  A lot of . . . mistrust between neighbors.

So, naturally I was a bit frightened.  I sat on our couch in my p.j.'s silently praying that the angry thumping would subside.  Minutes passed.  Soon the thumping turned into shouting, "Open!  Open up! Open up the door!"  Mr. Anonymous yelled.  I refused--continuing to cower in our dimly lit family room.

After about five minutes of this, Mr. Anonymous finally yelled, "Oh, sorry.  Wrong apartment!"

(FYI: He was not forgiven)

Cool, right?
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Hi.

My name is Chelsea, and I am a procrastinator.

The first step is admitting you have a problem, right?

Did you know it's midterm?  Because I didn't even realize this until this weekend.  Crappy.

So, in the next two days I need to write two essays, prepare a class presentation, and study for a test.

I am awesome.

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Currently, Mista T. is killing people via Modern Warfare 2.

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I put dinner in the crock pot a few hours ago.  The recipe said it would be enchiladas . . . but I don't know what the crap it actually is.  It looks more like chili with some tortillas shoved in it. Hopefully it'll be delicious.

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I feel like I have a lot to say right now, but I really must get back to my homework.

We'll talk later.

Weirdos.

You see, I've been kind of addicted to this blogging thing, lately.  I love reading your blogs, and learning more about the beautiful people who write them.  There are some of you who radiate sunshine.  There are some who fill me with inspiration.  Who make me want to be a better wife.  A better student.  A better person.  

Today Mista T. asked me a very important question.  As I was gushing about the thrill I get from the blogging world, he leaned his handsome little face over to mine and asked, "When do you decide that your life is interesting enough that everyone would want to read about it?"  

Hmmm. The thing is . . . I don't really know.  I'm not an incredibly fashionable person.  I don't do super crafty things.  I don't have loads of inspirational messages to share with the world.  I'm just . . . normal.  

A few weeks ago my sister and I were talking.  She said:

"Being weird is so mainstream."

I know she was joking.  She's a little jokester.  It's part of her charm.

But it really struck a chord with me.  Being weird is sort of mainstream.  It seems like everyone is weird these days.  Maybe it's time for me to embrace normalcy.  Maybe it's okay for me to just do my own thing. 

So.  Maybe I will.

(But I will probably be a little bit weird sometimes, too)