Whatever you think, I didn't wait

I was thinking today about David serving his mission. It was a rough two years for me, I won't lie. In the end I changed a lot and some of it for the good and some of it for the not so good. The reason I was thinking about this was because I ran across a "waiting" blog. It made me rather...angry? Well, not really angry but kind of angry/annoyed. The whole idea of setting your life aside for two years is still a baffling thought to me.

"But Chelsey, I thought you waited?"

Whatever you think, I didn't wait.

I told him I wouldn't. Did I write him? Yes. Did I love him? Yes. Did I miss him? Yes. But I didn't wait.

Waiting as defined here states the verb as "to remain inactive or in a state of repose, as until something expected happens ."

If you know me at all I know nothing of the word repose in my life. I don't wait. I am THE MOST impatient person on this planet.

I know that the Lord wanted us to be together but I also know that the Lord does not want anyone to sit idly by on anything we do at any time.

My advice? Don't wait, live your life. If you are meant to be the Lord will make it happen. Three months before David came home I realized via prayer that we were meant to be. I still didn't wait. Waiting is the lamest of all verbs.

insurance insurance insurance!!!

In the past three weeks I've:

-Had a gross wart (under my wedding ring!) removed
        That turned into a blister
           popped WHILE interpreting....
              became an open wound
                 still is a huge wound
                      wound cleaner $10, Vicodin $5 (yeah it hurt that bad)
                      I still can't wear my ring. Does that mean I'm single?

-Had pink eye
        haven't been able to wear contacts for two weeks.
            infected a coworker
               did you know anti-biotics for this cost $35   ?   
                  Dumb children don't know how to wash themselves.....

-Had TWO, not one, TWO spider bites on my legs
           That turned into an infection
                 which turned into the most painful thing ever, aka can't walk
                      which turned into the THIRD trip to the doctor in under two weeks
                          Anti-biotics $15
                               I am now done with 10 days of two pills twice a day
                                  And did I mention one of them got worse? WAY worse?
                                      So coming this week I'll be headed to the doccy for trip #4.

What is the silver lining in all of this?

I'm Double Insured.
God Bless America for that!
I've only had to pay for medicine. Not even copays or deductables. If I did....woah, I'd be broke.
Thank you Federal Way Public Schools.
Thank you David Jarvis and Richards Pipe.

Everyone seems to be having babies.

As of late it sure seems that EVERYONE around us is gettin' it on in the baby-makin' world.

That's great and all, but stop pressuring us.

We don't want kids at 23 or 24 or really even 25...it seems so young for me.

Instead of getting ready for a baby we are going to Vegas. Yes that's right, Vegas! I'm so excited. I loooove Vegas. David loves Vegas. Who doesn't love Vegas? Don't answer that. I'm sure someone will say they don't.

Congrats to all you people birthing or adopting babies. Tell me when they'll be here and I'll buy a bib that says "My Auntie had fun in Vegas."

<3

I'm home sick. It really sucks.

The worst part about being sick at home today of all days is that I will be kicked out in a while because of all the construction. They are FINALLY finishing our patio and once they do that we aren't allowed to walk on it for numerous hours. How fair is that? Not even be allowed at home when you are feeling like crap?
Let us now recap my feeling sick because I am the biggest whiner EVER when I am sick and would like everyone to feel my pain!

Saturday:
8 am- woke up whining with a sore throat and a pounding headache. Had hubby make me something to try to help the hurt...Turns out that was a terrible idea...
9 am- Spend this part of my morning having my body reject said something that I thought would help. Let's just say I was in love with my tile in my bathroom after the rejection happened.
10-4 - We had a bunch of errands we had to do in getting ready for hunting next weekend so I bucked up and tried to do what was needed...turned out to be a bad idea because as soon as I got home I crashed.

Sunday:
About the same...
I stayed in my pajamas all day because I felt like death...

Monday:
6 am- I think, "I'm tough I can go to work, interpret all day, and still survive even though I STILL feel like death!"
2:05pm- school was done and I CRAWLED to my car because CLEARLY I wasn't well enough to work even though I did....I can't believe myself...
8:55pm- I make what I believe to be the Mormons "shot + chasers" combo to try to kick this/ allow me to sleep (see picture below)

Tuesday:
6 am- realize going to work is going to make this thing last longer. Call in, tell my girls, crawl back in bed with puppy in tow.
8 am- hear banging and realize that the stupid construction may be working on my house today. Urgh, I don't want to leave...

That leads us to now. I'm watching something pointless on one of the 5 channels I get on tv trying to decide what I'm going to do. As of right now I think i will just stay here until I am forced out...Please just pray that they decide to do our deck tomorrow and not today...that would make this ALL better!

My Laundry List

I'm such a list-er! I don't think I can function a full day without some kind of list on my mind, hands, or paper. I blame my career choice. In ASL you list things on your hands...things you wouldn't normally list in English... I guess this would be my second language invading my first language...

Geese second language maybe you should step off and take you lists elsewhere.

THAT ^ would be the day I graduated as a Interpreter.

THAT^ would be the day my second language took over.

(Can't you tell my growing up has really happened?)

With that being said I have a mental list in my head of what I'd like to blog about.

1. I would rather spend time reading other peoples blog than writing in my own.
    What? How lame am I? I LOVE to write and ramble about anything, everything, and nothing! Just ask my husband. A hundred + long mission letters later...he knows.

2. I'm listening to Jason Mraz and pining for my BFF. Gah. Jason, why do you make me feel this way? "You're an island of reality in an ocean of diariha."

3. This is probably the most important on my laundry list. I'm going to start classes to get my teacher certificate. It's like...easy... Well, for me it is. I always had in the back of my mind that if I got burned out on interpreting I would get my certificate and be one of the "cool teachers." I'm in no way burnt out but I need to start now and finish before David and I decide to start a family, move, or do anything else that might stop me. Anyway, all of the classes are "accelerated" which means this time next year ***IF I WANTED*** I could be teaching. I probably won't be, but who knows, maybe we'll move to New York and I'll want to? The funniest thing about me become a teacher is the fact that I am VERY uncomfortable around kids. I mean, honestly people NO ONE should ever allow me to babysit. I am the youngest in my direct family...I am the youngest cousin. None of my brothers have kids. I'm just unexposed. I think that's what I work so very well in High School. They get me, I get them. I dug through a bunch of pictures to find one of THE ONLY pictures of me looking like I know what I'm doing with kids just for your viewing pleasure.

And just to prove how i really am around kids... He wanted anyone but me!

4.Why do I list? I feel so lame.

5. David's job has him working 12-15 hours a day. Oh joy. I now know what it's like to be a single parent...of a dog... I don't want to sound like a whiner but I really miss my man. I'm gratiful for all his crazy hard work and the economic boost it will do for us but how can you ever resist my husbands furry face.

6. I forgot what number I was on and had to refer back. I normally only list to 5. Once I get past that I don't have enough fingers to list on one hand and sign with the other...

Blog readers say hello to my list hand. This is my list hand pre-marriage and pre-davids post-mission. I wore that ring for like 4 years. I love it and so does my listing hand.

7. My puppy is still the cutest thing ever. As of 2 days ago he is officially 5 mon;ths old! He is fully potty trained and crate trained. He knows the following tricks: sit, down, stay, up, bang(aka play dead), roll over, shake, high five, leave it, let(give it), come, stay, wait, get it, bring it here, and of course play like a maniac! He's been such a fun addition to our little family. He goes everywhere with us and loves to snuggle his mommy! He just got neutered last month and so we are hoping that will stop any "boy" behaviors from ever starting. He's microchipped now too so don't even think about stealing him! And just like real little boys he loves mud.

So there you have it. My issue with listing. My second language is (PAH!*) coming through on my blog and all of you viewers out there have to suffer through my bi-ligual gibberish. It's extra gibberish because one of my languages doesn't have a written form which is a problem when blogging. So for now I am PAH! done!

*PAH! in ASL is the grammatical structure you would use when signing the concept FINALLY

Prineville...kind of

We just got back from my favorite vacation in Prineville, OR. I have tons of random pictures...but I have too much laundry and a dirty dog I have to clean. So until then...you can just be jealous knowing I have a beautiful tan.

Construction...it's not my friend

Summer break started two weeks and a day ago...why am I not thrilled? Two reasons:

1. Have you seen the weather in Western Washington? This is beyond bad for this time of year. I want to waterski...boo for this joke of a summer we have started.

2. This is my bigger issue. Construction. Not your everyday roadside construction, we are talking IN MY HOUSE construction. So when the condo's were built they cut corners and didn't follow State law...this a problem that resulted in the HOA having a lawsuit against the builders. We won, woooo....kind of... So now they (a new contractor) is repairing the mistakes. It started back the first week of May...We thought they'd be done with our building seeing that we are one of the first to get started..they aren't and I would like to shoot them in the ear with an airsoft gun. I now wake up at 7:30 to banging and curse words. So much for sleeping in... Luckily the only have to enter my home once more for a short caulking session. We think they will get to siding our house next week THEN maybe my summer will start. I'd post pictures of what the outside looks like but I don't like everyone to know we live in the ghetto right now.

This is what it looked like two weekends ago...we were homeless for two nights. Our fridge was in out dining room and out washer was in our kitchen.