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Come vist over there and drop me a line :)

xoxo

C.R.M.

Tinder Tales

Now from the title of this post you might think that I'm here to disclose all the crazy people/dates/experiences that have happened to me becasue of experimenting (for blogging purposes only of course) with the dating app Tinder. You might expect a story about the guy who was super awkward when we went to get smoothies because he needed an insulin shot and didn't know how to do it in front of me in a non-awkward way or you might expect a story about that one guy where the date only lasted for 45 minutes and he drove an hour to get to the date in the first place or maybe the guy I shot some hoops with and never saw again or maybe that one relationship that actually turned out okay for a little while and we are still friends.

But no, this story isn't about Tinder and I.

It's about that one time I got passed up for a bikini model that a guy I was interested in met on Tinder. Leaving me to sit at my table of computers all alone, never to be spoken to or acknowledged again.

Let me splain...


Once upon a time there was a boy who sat next to me in Digital Imaging. He wasn't bad looking, had a beard (which I'm usually not a fan of, but in this case he could pull it off), was tall, and looked to be LDS. At first we sat by each other by chance, but by the next couple of weeks it was habit. We would exchange small talk about our weekend, complain about being tired, help each other out on in class assignments and were slowly getting to know each other. Or so I thought.

One day I glanced over at him and saw Tinder pulled up on his phone (I have this awful habit of looking at what people are doing on their phones when they sit next to me. It's even worse when I'm at church because then I feel the urge to read their texts to see if it is in any way related to the meeting. I'm a creepy stalker guys. It's like eavesdropping but somehow worse because it's not vocal).  The first thing that went through my mind was "Seriously kid? A cute, nice, relatively normal girl is sitting right next to you and you would rather sit on Tinder?", but seeing as how I never really saw anything between us going anywhere anyways, I let it go. I mean, what else was I suppose to do? Reveal that I was stalking his phone activity over his shoulder and tell him that he should totally date me instead? No. Plus, guy friends are good too right?

I didn't think much about the incident until the next class period after class. He packed up his stuff really quick (which was new-he usually took his sweet time) and bee-lined it towards another girl in the class. As I walked out the door all I heard was, "Hey, I thought we should probably meet in person since we are in the same class rather than just on social media and stuff."

He had totally met her on Tinder.

I could hardly contain my laughter at the awkward scene.

The next week I thought I might at least have the entertainment of being able to witness the guy I had been somewhat interested in exchange some more awkward conversations with Tinder girl, but no. He sat by me like normal. I thought maybe things had gone south until my teacher mentioned she had emailed saying she would be in Cancun for the next week. And that is when it hit me:

This was the girl the that when we went around saying what we liked to do the first day of class shyly admitted that she did "physique competitions". When my teacher asked in his adult innocence what that was, someone else blurted out "she's a bikini model!"

As soon as she was back in class, my "friend" was latched to her side, trying harder and saying more to her in a class period than he had to me the entire semester combined. I'm not even sure if he's made eye contact with me since changing tables and leaving me all alone in my little corner.

I guess when faced with a normal looking, tall, kind of awkward girl like me, the tiny little freshman, sorority sweater wearing bikini model might look like the better choice.

I wish him all the luck he deserves, which isn't much, because really, things like this only work out in the movies. The ugly bearded duckling hardly ever gets the bikini wearing swan.

xoxo
C.R.M.

Boys Boys Boys

Anyone who knows me well knows that I am a music junkie. I've been to many a concert (but still not enough), my Spotify account has at least 30 playlists on it (in a certain mood you want a playlist for? I can probably hook you up), and I can sing all the words to most of the songs on the radio. Music has always defined me and my life in a way nothing else can.

Boys and music must have been on the brain this morning because as I was getting ready I realized that I could list at least one or more songs for every guy I've dated or almost dated, or dreamed about dating. Now I know most people can do this for the boyfriends they had in high school and college, but I realized I have songs for some guys that I only went on a couple dates with and it never turned into anything more than that. Or ones I never went out with at all. Creepy? Probably. But hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do when it comes to the dating scene. And wallowing in my tunes is my way of coping (and let me tell you, I've been around the block more than once and I've been told multiple times my dating stories should be made into a book or a movie or something ridiculous like that. They are that good (bad?). I think it will be time to share some of them on the blog someday. They are too fantastic to keep to myself and the pages of my journal).

After making this somewhat creepy realization, I decided a new playlist was in order. Because who doesn't want to torture themselves with the memories that these sort of songs invoke again and again? Isn't it funny how we do this to ourselves? We keep these songs around even when they still hurt after several years have gone by. We keep that t-shirt he gave us and we still sleep in it at night even though he's engaged now and we were the one to do the breaking up. It's like Goteye said, "You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness" or Lady Antebellum: "It's like I love this pain a little too much, love my heart all busted up". You wouldn't think we would like these things that make us sad or a little too reminiscent. But we do. Maybe it's to help remind ourselves that we can still feel. Maybe it's to remind our hearts of how much we've learned since that time in our lives. Or maybe we are just all cynical, sadistic creatures that have a strange desire to hurt. I guess that could be it too. (Cue Evenesence emo punk rock).

I may not know the exact reason why we (or at least I) do this to ourselves, but we do. So enjoy this little piece of me and my life through the tunes that shaped my heart (can I get anymore sappy than that? I submit that I cannot!)

xoxo
C.R.M.


 

A Foodie's Journey and Baked Egg, Spinach, and Bacon Breakfast

Growing up my Mom always made the most amazing food. She is know throughout our neighborhood for her amazing cookies and deserts. No joke. Because of this I never really bothered to learn myself. I would make cookies now and again if I was feeling the need for some chocolate and she didn't want to make them, but other than that, I was helpless in the kitchen. Like, burn the boiling water helpless. I think my Grandma even gave me a cooking themed birthday package one year. The only thing I ever made from the cookbooks she gave me was an egg omelet that had like 4 ingredients...my mom ended up being the only one to use the supplies. 

Leaving for college and heading straight to the dorms with as many meals as I wanted handed to me at the cafeteria didn't help my situation any. It was hamburgers and fries all day every day. When I was finally at an apartment and on my own for food my sophomore year, I began to realize that I missed my mom's cooking more than ever. Ramen and spaghetti from a can just wasn't cutting it. It wasn't really until last year that I finally started taking the leap into what my little sister calls "fancy food" (in other words, anything that is healthy, slightly gourmet or doesn't look like a dish my mom has made in the past). Once I got started, I couldn't stop! My bloglovin feed was full of foodie blogs and the only reason I went on Pinterest was for recipes (okay, and cat memes). I don't even remember the last time I reused a recipe unless it was to make it for my family when I go home because it was that good. I'm sort of addicted to trying out new dishes and continuing to add supplies to my kitchen cabinets. I now have to not only steer clear of the makeup aisle when I go shopping, but the kitchen supplies as well. It's a bad habit guys. I have 4 different sets of measuring cups.

If you had told my mother when I was 16 that one day I would be making "fancy food" for myself almost every night of the week, she would have laughed in your face! But, sometimes the impossible does happen. So to all of those processed food, take out meal lovers out there who are waiting for someone to give them the courage to bring that pot of water to a boil, I'm here to say DO IT! You won't regret it. And you'll love yourself for all the yummy concoctions you come up with...well, that others come up with and you steal off their blogs or Pinterest :) 

So what fueled this little foodie rant of mine? My friend Tiana was requesting the recipe for a dish I posted on Instagram and Facebook, and I decided I had changed it enough from the original blog I got it from that I could probably just post it here instead of sending her to a different link. I'm hoping this is the first of many food related posts. I have been wanting to jump into the world of food blogging for awhile now and this may be the start of something new and exciting. We'll see what happens :)

Don't you just love my professional Instagram food photography? ;)

Baked Egg, Spinach, and Bacon Breakfast 

INGREDIENTS

1 Tbsp. olive oil or butter

1 small set of green onions, minced

6 oz (a couple of handfuls-I didn't really measure it out) spinach, chopped

salt and pepper to taste

4 pieces of bacon, cooked

4 eggs

1/4 cup Asiago cheese (or Parmesan, or mozzarella - whatever you have in your fridge), grated

4 tsp. milk

DIRECTIONS

1: Preheat oven to 350 F and spray 4 ramekins (I got mine for Christmas-in love! They are so cute!) with cooking spray. Set on a baking sheet. 

2: Cook bacon until crunchy and able to be broken apart. Break apart one piece into the bottom of each ramekin.

3: Drizzle olive oil or butter in a small skillet over medium heat. Add the green onion and cook for 2-3 minutes until they are soft. Add the chopped spinach and cook until wilted (only took about a minute). Season with salt and pepper. Divide the onion/spinach mixture between the four ramekins on top of the bacon.

4: Crack one egg on top of the mixture in each ramekin. (If you are OCD like me, swish the egg around until it sits in the middle.)

5: Drizzle each egg with 1 tsp milk.

6: Split the asiago cheese between the four ramekins and season each with salt and pepper.

7: Bake for about 20 minutes (more if you like your yoke less runny like me) and enjoy!



These are seriously delicious, healthy, and for being so small, fill you up! Let me know what you think of my little recipe post and hopefully there will be more in the future :)

xoxo

C.R.M.

23 Things to do Before You're 23...Married or Single

 

I've never really gotten into the whole "response" blog posts that people like to do because I feel like too much of the time all it involves is a lot of finger pointing and empty facts. But some blog posts that I have seen recently really hit home and I decided I needed to share my thoughts on the subject as I reenter into the blogging world. Thoughts that have been running around in my mind for a long time anyways.

The first article I saw posted on Facebook was the following: 23 Things to do Instead of Getting Engaged Before You're 23 by Vanessa Elizabeth. (Pardon the language throughout, in other words, mom you probably shouldn't read it. ha.). I read it, laughed, agreed with her on some points, "liked" it, then promptly forget it existed. Until I saw the following response post that a different friend said she liked much more than the original: 24 Things to Do Instead of Getting Married Before You're 24, a Response. This article written by Taylor, was more than a little rude about the things that the first article listed as things to do before you are married. I started browsing through the comments on the blog and was suprised to find myself disagreeing with both blog post by the end of all this reading. So. Here you have it, my response: 23 Things to do Before You're 23...Married or Single.


I'm a 22 year old, single female, living in a state that has one of the lowest marriage ages for both men and women. Am I an old maid? Heck no. But does it sometimes feel that way with the number of relationship and engagements popping up on Facebook daily? Sometimes. It honestly does feel like Vanessa posted on her blog

What inspired me to scribble down my feelings (so many feelings!) is The Facebook.  I’m seeing all of these notifications that “X and Y” have joined in matrimony and instantly, these waves of anxiety start to flow over me.  Should I be thinking about marriage? I’ve never even had a serious boy friend? Is there something wrong with me? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME AND WHY HAS NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT IT FOR ALL THESE YEARS!?

But in the end, we are who we are and there is nothing that should hold us back from having a fulfilling life, married or unmarried. I think this is something that both posts failed to mention. Why do you only get a list of crazy, fun, service oriented, nerdy, etc, activities to do to feel fulfilled in life if you are single? I have some amazing friends and role models who are having more of those type of things happen in their life being married than I have been able to have while being single. Does that mean that either of our ways of life are better? Does that mean either of us are doing life wrong? I don't think so.

Maybe Taylor thought that Vanessa's list of things was too earthly, too "I can have whatever I want". But I also found Taylor's list to have a few flaws itself. Do I have a perfect list of the exact things someone should do to feel like they are making a difference or having fun while they linger on this little planet in the universe? No. And I would never try to pass anything I have to say as 100% true for anyone. Even myself.

But in the end I don't think it should matter if you are single, married, divorced, separated, have a boyfriend, or only have your cat to cuddle with at the end of the night. We all need something from time to time to help us feel like we are making it. Like we are not just surviving, but checking some things off our list of things to do. Maybe that means you eat a jar of Nutella in one sitting like Vanessa, or maybe that means you sponsor an orphan for a year like Taylor. It doesn't matter. What matters is that you are developing and becoming someone that you can love. Because how can someone else love you for who you are, (husband, boyfriend, friend, parent, sibling, future significant other) if you don't love yourself? Coming to truly love yourself is a lifelong pursuit in my opinion. And the times when I have felt that love of myself and of my life have often been the times I feel like I am fulfilling some life-long dream or desire.Those are also the times I feel the most able to open myself up and share that love by giving and sharing with others.

In the end, I don't think there needs or should be a set list of things you want to do before you get married. Why limit yourself in that way? Why do we have to feel like all our crazy plans have to go out the window as soon as we tie the knot? And why do we also sometimes feel like we can't truely be the person we are meant to be without someone else by our side? We are all so uniquely perfect and flawed. I think it's time for us to realize that inside of ourselves and maybe, you know, make a list of things we want to accomplish since that seems to be the theme of this time of year. Cat lady in training or otherwise...

So here is my list in no particular order. I don't expect it to be anyone elses list, and I'm not going to pretend that all of the things I want to accomplish in my life are selfless. But they are things I've always wanted to do, and maybe someday they will actually happen. Even if I have to wait until my honey and I are 83 years old instead of me accomplishing them as a single female at 23.

 1. Write a Novel.
2. Tour Europe. All of it.
3. Cook a fancy four course dinner where everyone is required to dress up like in the olden days.
4. Sew a tailored dress that fits me perfectly.
5. Graduate from college and rebrand a company.
6. Go on a humanitarian aid trip to a third world country.
7. Swim with dolphins.
8. Hike the Grand Canyon.
9. Read every book written by C.S. Lewis.
10. Have an item of clothing I've designed be sold somewhere
11. Take a road trip to New York.
12. Sing a solo in front of a crowd with my guitar.
13. Learn how to play the piano.
14. See Rascal Flatts, and Missy Higgins in concert and sing every word to every song.
15. Help others become healthier any way I can.
16. Get married in the temple (yes I know this one is impossible to do while single)
17. Throw a suprise party that is actually successful.
18. Play ultimate frisbee on a beach somewhere.
19. Learn how to ski/snowboard.
20. Be in a community play/musical.
21. Serve a mission.
22. Get my interpriting license for ASL (American Sign Language)
23. Own a cat...maybe two.

There you have. In essence, Chelsea's Bucket List of Life.

Life is meant to be lived, not pined after, or wallowed in. Marriage has just as many challenges as being single. But it has just as many joys as well. We can learn from each other, grow from the stages of life we are in, and help others grow because we are all at different stages. How boring life would be if we all did the same things at the exact same time?

I think it's okay to be selfish sometimes and do something just for you. Watch Netflicks all day. Make your cake and eat it too. But we always need to remember to reign it in and thank those who have helped us get to where we are. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and that everything happens when it should. Your story may include getting married at 19, or it might hold that chapter back for a little while. Either way, you have so much to offer this world and there is just so much to DO! It's overwhelming sometimes, especially when I try and do it all at once. But it makes life a joy to live. Because I'm single. And I'm awesome. And you might be married. And that's awesome. We are all just awesome and full of so much potential that we need to release to the world.

So will you do that with me?

Let's get out there and have some fun :)


xoxo
CRM

Coupon Code Crazy!

So here's the thing folks: I love bows. A lot. 

I have come to be known as the girl that wears bows like everyday. And you know the thing that I love maybe even more than wearing my bows myself? Seeing other people wear them :) Which is why I started up my shop Stylish Stitchings on Etsy. If I love these bows so much, why not share the love with the world? Or at least the United States. :)

In an attempt to share this love of bows with you all, I am offering another coupon code for my store! 

Just like last time there are some requirements to access the 30% off coupon: 

1: Follow my blog on Bloglovin by clicking on the Bloglovin button on the right side of the screen.

2: Favoriting my shop Stylish Stitchings or an item in my shop on Etsy.

3: Once you have completed step one and step two, leave a comment on this post with your email address and I will send you the coupon code! I will be checking to make sure that both steps are completed before sending the code. 

Have a great day and go buy some bows! :D

xoxo

C.R.M.

Sunday Confessions

I decided to link up with Alyx over on Everyday is a New Adventure this week, because let's be honest-I am also in a writing funk and needed some direction as I get back into posting once again. I guess writing blocks happen to everyone. Right? 
1: I just slept/dozed for 2 and a half hours after church. Because I could. And I don't know how many of these lazy days I will have left as school creeps up around the corner of summer ready to attack all of the carefreeness. 
2: My Etsy shop is bringing in a lot of views...but not so many sales. As a result, I've got another promotion up my sleeve. I'm honestly just sick of having a bunch of unused bows sitting around my apartment. They belong on some hair!
3: As much as I complain about summer almost being over, I am actually getting rather excited for school. I get this way every year: I get excited for cardigans, sweaters, oxfords, scarfs, being around more people, learning something new. The only thing I truly dread is the stress of homework that I know will be on the coattails of the cooler weather. 
4: I just want to put my hair up in a bun everyday. Because sometimes it looks classy, it doesn't get in my way, and it's a better way to wear my bows. But it also makes me feel lazy. Maybe I am. 
5: I haven't gone swimming once this summer. Probably my biggest regret of this summer so far. And it must be remedied. Only...2 weeks left really. Yikes! 

There you have it folks, my confessions. Stay tuned for the next coupon code! 
xoxo C.R.M.

Headwraps and Hotties

Okay, so we aren'te super models, but I think we're pretty cute :) Especially in these new headwraps that are now available in the shop!

Oh yeah. Super Sexy. We are really good at fashion posts. 

Mustard headwrap in the shop! 

Outfit Details: headwrap: c/o Stylish Stitchings, shirt: DownEast Basics, skirt: DownEast Basics, flip flops: Payless

Necklace: c/o Dragonfly Boutique

Bracelets: DIY (tutorial here), Ring: booth at Freedom Festival 

Outfit Details: headwrap: c/o Stylish Stitchings, shirt: Forever 21, skirt: handmade

Bracelets: DIY (tutorial here), ring: booth at SLC Arts Festival

Necklace: booth at Freedom Festival (it's pretty much my new favorite thing)

And sometimes model poses fail...but it's all good :) 

xoxo

C.R.M.

'Merica Day and D.I.Y. Beaded Bracelet Tutorial

I came home to good ol Springville, Utah for a long Fourth of July weekend to spend time eating way too much food, petting my cat, playing with my family, and running into an ex-boyfriend, his wife and baby at the freedom festival. Yeah...did I say hello? No. Avoided like the plague. But I must admit that I really love the Fourth of July! Something about fireworks, red, white, and blue, and parades gets me all excited!

Sisters, sisters, never knew such devoted sisters! 

Apparently I was the only one that got the "model pose" memo

My favorite buy of the weekend. A fork made into an elephant necklace. Thank you Provo Freedom Festival.

My other favorite accessory of the day--Stylish Stitchings 4th of July bow of course! 

As we were recovering from a couple hours sitting in the sun at the parade in Provo (we had a spot saved under a tree until someone moved our blankets in the middle of the night--apparently people are pretty cut throat about their parade spots!), my little sister and I got busy making some cute bracelets she had learned how to make at a Young Women's activity through our church.These cute and easy bracelets fit the whole "stacking bracelet" trend that's been going around and let me warn you now: making them is addicting!! So I decided that it's time for another tutorial!

Step One: 

Gather all the supplies you will need. Of course I forgot something in the picture: tape. But it really doesn't require very many supplies. We ended up having everything on hand already. You can replace the hemp string to anything from leather thread, to twin, depending on the look you want. You do need something that is thin enough to tie. 

Step Two: 

Cut a length of hemp that is twice as long as your wrist plus some. You will need enough to make a loop at the top and tie the button on at the other end. I always give myself a lot more than I think I will need just in case. I hate it when I get to the end and don't have enough room to finish it off!

Step Three: 

Fold your length of hemp in half and tie a knot at the folded end to make a loop. The loop should be large enough to fit your butt on of choice through it, but not so big the button will just fall out. 

Step Four: 

Tape the loop of your string down to the table and leave enough table space for the length of your bracelet to sit on the table (you will need to hold down the strings, so you can't tape it down to the end of the table like a normal friendship bracelet). For some reason I couldn't get my picture to rotate, sorry folks, but you get the idea. You will also want to tape the opposite end down so the strings are tight against the table with about a 1/4" in-between the two strings. 

Step Five: 

Thread your needle and tie it off at the end of the string. Make the doubled over string as long as you can without it running the risk of getting tangled as you sew the beads on. Once you have your thread ready, tie the knotted end onto the lefthand hemp string. I tied a triple or so knot just to insure it was tight up to the top of the string by the knot that makes the loop. You can leave the knotted end hanging until you are done with the bracelet or you can trim the loose end right away. 

Step Six: 

Okay, so I realized I skipped a couple of easy steps while i was taking pictures, so hopefully this will make sense. If not, please let me know! Next you want to string a bead onto the string you just tied to the hemp. After you have strung the bead on, using the needle, go under the second piece of hemp and pull the bead tight like in the picture below. Then go through the bead again. This is making a loop around the second hemp string and holding the bead in place from both sides. 

Step Seven:

Now that you have gone through the bead again with the needle, go back under the 1st hemp string and pull the thread tight, fitting the bead snugly in-between the two hemp strings. Once the bead is secured and in the position you want it to be in, string another bead onto the thread and repeat the steps. 

Step Eight:

Keep adding beads until you get to the desired length of bracelet, anklet or wrap around bracelet (just make the hemp thread lengths twice as long so you can double it over). 

Step Nine: 

Once you have all the desired beads on the hemp, it is time to secure the button. Take the tape off of the table, cut off the needle, and pull the three strings together at the end (the two hemp strings and the sewing string) to make a knot as close to the bottom bead as possible. 

Below is what the knot should look like with all three strings included. 

Step Ten: 

Once the knot is in place, you can tie on your button and trim the sewing string off near the knot (I tied my sewing string a couple of times around the base of the knot just in case, but you don't have to). Put one hemp string thorough one set of holes and the other string through the other holes, pulling the button tight. If you have a two hole button, then string both of the hemp strings through both holes. 

Step Eleven: 

Turn the button over the tie the two hemp strings together to secure the bracelet. If you have a two hole button, tie the two hemp strings around the knot by the base of the bracelet. 

Now you have a completed beaded friendship bracelet and you are ready to make ten more for yourself, family and friends! :) I got good enough at making them that my little sister who taught me how wanted me to make some for her rather than do them herself! Ha!

Here is what the double strand bracelet looks like (I think this one might be my favorite). 

I hope you enjoyed this tutorial and that you have found a new favorite pass time while watching movies on lazy summer nights! Please comment if anything is unclear :) Hope everyone had a fantastic 4th of July!

xoxo

C.R.M.

Follow Along: Important Blog Information!

I must have been hiding under a rock, because I just realized that the RSS reader (the Google reader that comes up when you sign into Blogger that lists all the blogs you follow)  is being discontinued the end of this week :( I am now frantically copying over my favorite blogs into Bloglovin and guess what...you should do the same with mine!! I would hate to lose all 30 or so of you in the black hole that is the blogosphere.


So please go to my side bar and click on the beautiful Bloglovin button or click the following link below:

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

Make sure to copy over all of your favorites by the end of the week! I'm not sure if Blogger will have any sort of way to recover the blogs you had on the reader, so act fast!

Oh, and here's a picture of a cat doing what I wish I was right now. Enjoy :)

C.R.M.
xoxo

p.s. Share this news with friends so they don't also lose their blog lists! :)

Rachel Sayumi Giveaway

Hey friends! Sorry I have been so absent from the blogging world lately (and here I said I was going to stay on top of it...yeah...). But life has been a whirlwind and I just haven't been able to make the time. Sometimes there are things in life that are just a little more important. But I do have some fun news for ya'll today and be looking forward to a great text conversation I had with someone a couple of days ago-I promise it will make you laugh! ;)

On to the fun news!

The adorable Rachel Sayumi is hosting a Stylish Stitchings Giveaway on her blog this week! Check out her blog and enter to win two bows of your choice. (*hint* if you are a follower of this blog you already have one entry covered! Woot!) Also take some time to look at her amazing outfits and cute personality. It has been so much fun to work with her!

Also, the coupon code from a few posts ago is still active and runs through July 4th. Come visit the shop and maybe pick up some adorable 4th of July bows! Buy them now before it's too late!

Click here to access the shop

Click here to access the shop

Click here to access the shop

And seriously, sorry for the absence. I'm gonna be better. Promise. 
C.R.M.
xoxo

I'm Starting With The Woman In The Mirror I'm Asking Her To Change Her Ways

I should really do the next post on my Black Hole adventure (my friend was giving me grief for having the first two post not even be about our actual trip), but I have some other thoughts that have been weighing on my mind that want to spill forth from my tapping fingers.

Page from my sketchbook last year

If there is one thing I have learned in the past year (or even the past 6 months) about myself is that change freaks me out. Big time. The thought of change doesn't really do anything, that usually just sounds exciting and adventurous, but when that change actually happens my brain is all:

"Wwwhhoooaa there sister. What just happened here? We were totally fine just the way we were thank you very much. Now go cry in the corner and think about what you have done."

Then there is much wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Ok, so it's more like listening to moody music and crying to my mom on the phone, but things happen. And it ain't pretty.

I realized that this breakdown syndrome happened to me every time I made a big change when I made the very rash decision to move about four months ago. I decided I was going to move on a Wednesday and I was completely moved out by that Saturday. My little sister was also at Primary Children's for a surgery at this time which meant I was up there visiting her and talking to my parents all week. Having their support, even if it was just verbal because they couldn't leave to help me move boxes, was so needed at that time. They were my lifeline, and even though it was so sad that my little sister had to go through what she did for surgery, I loved having them be a ten minute (if that) drive away. After getting all moved in on Saturday, Sunday was my first full day at the new place. It was also the day my sister was released from the hospital. The day they would all be leaving to go back down to Springville. I had a lot of homework to do as well, so after giving some hugs, I left the hospital to eat lunch and get settled. And that's when the craziness of the previous four days came crashing down on me. I couldn't handle it. What had I done? What was in store for me in this new place? I had been at my old apartment for almost two years. I had gotten use to everything (and honestly that was one of the reasons I felt like I needed to move). This move had sounded like a great idea three days before. But in that moment I just wanted it all to disappear. I had something to eat and rushed back up to the hospital for one extra hour with my parents before they left.

I cried.

I got hugged and told everything would be fine.

Then they left.

And you know what?

Everything was fine.

Was it perfect? No. Is it perfect now? Not really. But have I learned and grown and developed because of this rash change that I was prompted to make? Yes. That's the thing with change, it isn't always just bad or good. Sometimes there are changes that seem like they should create huge new waves in your life that in the end, don't really do all that much for it. Or at least it seems like they don't in the beginning. But I believe that every change and every new direction we turn in our lives, if we are trying to be guided by the spirit, will lead us where we need to be. That may not mean that moving into a new ward will equal an eternal companion or that you will never miss your hometown when you move to the big city, but if you will let it, change can be a beautiful thing that can open up your life to new experiences and new people that would never have been available to you had you stuck your head in the sand like an ostrich and refused to move.

And now I am facing another move, just fourish short months after my realization and I can say that going through the terror and frustration of that first move has truly opened me up to the opportunities change can bring rather than the disappointments. I've learned to look inside myself and tell that girl in the mirror that it's all going to work out. Will this move be perfect and take away all of my problems? I can almost guarantee the answer to that will be a no. But it will all work out because it has in the past and haven't we all been taught that history repeats itself?

Wish me luck.

xoxo
C.R.M.

Stylish Stitchings Coupon Code!

Okay friends, it's come to the time where I blatantly publicize my Etsy shop on my blog!

I started making these hair bows back in October after realizing that I could make them for myself in whatever color I wanted rather than searching for the right ones in a store. I tried selling them at a craft fair that didn't really work out (the fair itself was a flop, not the product, a story for another time), so I have put my efforts into my Etsy shop instead!

The shop is called Stylish Stitchings and holds over 60 different bows in only the most up to date colors and patterns.

I am still working on getting if off the ground, and reaching as big of an audience as possible, so I would be ever so thankful if you would share them with your family and friends, and anyone who loves a good bow :) You can also "like" my shop on Facebook!

Just for all of you lovely readers (I probably have what, like two of you? Maybe?), I am offering 40% on a purchase of $3.00 or more at my shop for anyone who leaves a comment on my blog with their email address (or some other way to get you the code) and becomes a follower!

Valid only through 7/4/13

I hope to get to meet more of you through the cyberspace world!

Enjoy!!

C.R.M.
xoxo

The Black Hole Experience Part Two: The Wet Suit Dabacle of 2013

Where did I leave off? Oh yeah. The drama.

So over Memorial Day weekend, it was also my little brother's graduation from high school. I decided to make the long weekend even longer and took the Thursday and Friday before the weekend off of work so I could spend that time with my family down in Springville. This meant that I was going to be meeting up with Alex and his Provo friends rather than just driving down from Salt Lake with him and anyone else up from that way. This also meant it was up to me to procure a wetsuit on my own.

Yikes.

Alex let me know I could get one at the BYU Outdoor Recreation Center (I don't think that's even the right name...oh well. Go UTES!), but that I should wait until later in the day on Saturday to get it so I wouldn't have to stress about returning it early on Tuesday.

I had a bunch of errands to run in Provo that morning, so my little brother and I went out to lunch and enjoyed shooting movie quotes back and forth at eachother as we scoured the city. When it finally came time to pick up my wetsuit, it was around 2 in the afternoon. The sales girl who was available asked me what I needed and headed over to a seeminly empty rack where the wetsuits (I'm guessing) usually hung.

Girl: Oh...it looks like we are low on suits.

Me: That's okay, I only need one.

Girl: Looks like we only have women's mediums and smalls left.

Me thinking: I've lost weight in the past year. I've been buying a lot more mediums. It might be kind of short on me, but I'm sure it will fit everywhere else, and they look stretchy.

Me: A medium might work

The girl took a medium suit off the rack and held it up to me--the edges of the suit were 2 inches in on my torso on both sides.

Me thinking: Wow. That's a confidence builder. Were these made for girls with eating disorders? Nope. I'm just fat big boned. But it will probably stretch. I'll be fine. 

Girl: Yeah, that will probably fit!

Me: Could I try it on just to make sure?

Girl: Sure, just down that hall.

I handed my purse to my little brother (I know he loves it when I do this. Every time I come back from making him hold my purse he's standing awkwardly, holding it in front of him as if he might catch some disease by being seen holding a women's purse. Cooties are real people. And apparently can even be caught by interactions between siblings. Watch out.) and headed to the provided bathroom. Side not: you could tell that the building was owned by BYU because the bathroom looked exactly like every bathroom you go into owned by the church anywhere. It even smelled the same. Weird. I locked myself in a stall, took off my shoes and stuck my feet into the leg holes.

I could barely even pull the suit up over my calves.

All of the "it will stretch!" pep talks I had given myself minutes earlier were put to shame. These things have zero stretch. Which I guess makes sense for their purpose, but is not so great on the whole self image thing. I peeled the sandy suit off and made my walk of shame back into the main room trying not to feel like a walking, breathing, balloon. Forrest was standing awkwardly (as per usual) and the girl was nowhere to be found. I hung the suit back up next to its skinny friends and wandered into the next room with the cash register. The girl was helping out another employee (very apparently his first day on the job) ring someone up and none of the employees were wearing name tags or anything so I couldn't tell who else in the place might be able to help me and who just looked legit because they were use to renting things like kayaks, climbing shoes, and canoes.

We waited a painfully long time for the transaction at the front to be completed and finally the girl was available for me to ask a very improtant question.

Girl: Did it not fit?

Me: No...it was pretty small. One size up and it might have fit.

Girl: Dang, that's too bad.

Me: Do you know of anywhere else locally I could rent a suit?

Girl:.....(long pause)....No, I don't really know of one. Sorry!

And off she went to help the next poor sop in line.

I walked out of the store completely defeated. The trip was the next day. The water we were going to be swimming through was suppose to be fridged. It came all came down to one thing:

No Wetsuit = No Canyoneering for Chelsea

I texted Alex asking if he had gotten his suit yet and if he could grab one for me up in SLC, but he had gotten his the day earlier since they weren't open on the weekends. He very graciously offered his to me, as he "had always wanted to try doing the canyon without one" (macho-man-chivalry-pride at it's finest). I was about to accept his offer just so I could join in on the trip when Forrest remembered a suba shop in downtown Springville (Most random thing ever? Yes.) that might have some to rent. Good old Suba Ted's. I gave them a call and low and behold they had some in stock!! We finished up with the rest of our errands and headed home with a short stop by Suba Ted's.

We parked at the sketchy looking laundry mat and walked into the shop where we were accosted by a very fishy, oceany, smell. Are they trying to pretend you can actually smell the ocean in the middle of Utah? Because that just ain't gonna happen. Anyways, I asked the man behind the counter if I could rent on of their wetsuits. He answered with a question that I knew was a bad sign as soon as it left his mouth:

(It's called Suba Ted's, therefore I'm going to assume his name was Ted.)

Ted: What are you going to use it for?

Me thinking: I can't flat out say canyoneering. I know that's why he's asking. But I can't lie and say I'm scuba diving. We live in UTAH for goodness sakes, what else but canyon swimming do people even use wetsuits for?

Me: We are going to a canyon that is going to have water in it that's cold.

Ted: *shaking his head and interrupting me before I could even get my full sentence out* Nope, I can't help you. You know that really tears up the suits right? It's just so bad for them.

Me: Oh. Okay. Well I guess you can't help me then.

Ted: Well if you want I could sell you a suit?

Me: How much would that be?

Ted: I have some that are around $100...

Me: No, I can't afford that right now.

Ted: *as I am walking out the door* Well I'm sorry about that--

Me: *No response--Cue closing of the door*

Dear Suba Ted's, how in the WORLD do you get enough business to keep running when you don't even rent your suits out to people wanting to go down a canyon? Do you really get that many customers who take the suits suba diving? I would really like to be proven wrong on this point, because it would make for an awesome trip, but the last time I checked there are no reefs or anything of the type to be seen in the state of Utah. Unless someone is really dying to see the garbage eating fish at the bottom of Utah lake. So thank you for nothing you useless suba store.

At this point I was rather upset and feeling drained from a day of ups and downs "yes I'm going on the trip, no I'm not, yes I am, no I'm not". I contacted Alex letting him know that Ted's was a no-go and he once again suggested I take his suit. I asked "are you sure?" at least fifty times and finally accepted his offer. I really wanted to go on this trip guys. 

The end.





Haha just kidding. The wetsuit debacle of 2013 wasn't over yet.

I was just getting out of Walmart after buying a new (knockoff) camelback and snacks when Alex called me with some smart reasoning as to why I couldn't use his suit. It went something like this:

Alex: So...I don't think you'll be able to use my suit...

Me: Why?

Alex: Well, me and my roommate were talking about it and...well...girls and guys...they have different anatomy...and the suit is already pretty tight over my chest and well...

Me: ...it won't really fit me? (helping him out of his struggle to not make this an awkward conversation which was really just making it even more awkward for himself and more hilarious for me)

Alex: Yeah. Exactly. I'm so sorry! Do you think you could find one anywhere else?

I had actually already texted a friend from high school who had a boat and I thought might have some wet suits to see if I could maybe borrow one, but I hadn't heard back from him. He was my last hold out.

Me: My friend might have one I can borrow, but I haven't heard back from him yet...

Alex: Okay, just let me know. Otherwise I guess you could do it without one...

Me: I'm not sure if I'm hardcore enough for that. I probably just wouldn't be able to come.

And that was when I really thought I wasn't going to be able to go after all the stress, planning, question asking, purchasing, and pumping up of my excitement. Imagonna be honest: I was pretty bummed. I came back home, didn't bother doing any packing, and kinda moped around the house wishing there was another way.

Then came the text from the heavens (aka my high school friend Steve):

His parents had a wetsuit.
They didn't mind if I borrowed it.

YES!

I drove over to their house at 10:30 that night, tried on one suit that was once again way too small (at least people are underestimating my size, right?), and finally settled for one that was a bit too big and shorts instead of full length, but would be good enough.

I called Alex to let him know the drama was finally over and that yes, I was coming--he was pretty relived as he felt it was his fault I didn't get one at the first place because he told me to go later in the day. I assured him it wasn't his fault and that after a crazy day, it was all working out.

I frantically started packing my stuff (trying my hardest not to be a cronic overpacker...because I am) and went to bed with a smile on my face.

I was going canyoneering.

...to be continued. 

C.R.M.
xoxo

The Black Hole Experience (Part One)

Hello my frineds!

I have been meaning to start getting these posts up for a week now and just haven't made the time.

Now I'm making the time. (duh)

So for Memorial Day weekend, my friend Alex invited me to go canyoneering with him and some friends down in Moab. My first thoughts when he invited me to come were:

What the heck is canyoneering?
I've only been hiking once this summer let alone something intense sounding like canyoneering.
I have to get a wetsuit?
I'm in way over my head. 
I will probably die in the canyon and my mom will be right. I should have stayed inside for the rest of my life, never facing the dangerous outdoors. 
Sleeping under the stars? 
I'm pretty sure I will be eaten to death by bugs before I even have the chance to die in the canyon. 
We have to carry in all of our own water? 
Now add dehydration to the list of ways I will die on this trip. 
 
But what actually came out of my mouth (because I'm a tough, macho, "I won't let anyone know I'm afraid because then I'm a silly girly girl who can't be taken seriously" type of person) was:

"Sure! Sounds like fun!"

My little brother Forrest thought the same thing (What the heck is canyoneering?) when I was talking about it and unbeknownst to me, looked it up. Being the concerned brother he was, he tried to talk me out of doing this dangerous activity that could very well end in an untimely death. I asked him why he was so concerned about me going and he explained what he thought canyoneering was. The definition that he had pulled up on his phone said something like: "Letting oneself be taken by the current of a river down a canyon with no rafts or boats."

Ha!

I had a good laugh and thankfully was able to let him know that was NOT what I would be participating in the coming Monday. What we would really be doing was the following:

The sport of exploring canyons (as by climbing, rappelling, swimming, or rafting) 

A veiw of the Black Hole canyon (No this isn't my picture and no this doesn't do it justice. Well, besides the color of the water. That is pretty accurate. Lol)

Must less scary (I think...)

It was going to be a short trip (drive down Sunday afternoon, camp, sleep, hike, drive home Monday afternoon) and was promised to be a beginners climb that a newbie to all things outdoors (like myself) would be able to handle. I was pumped. I was going to be able to try something new and add another item to my Summer Adventures list.

After asking Alex about a bazillion questions ranging from "where should I meet you guys" to "should I bring a blanket?" I was feeling ready to go and uber excited.

Then the drama began.

to be continued...

xoxo
C.R.M.

Should Managers Provide Free Café Rio Lunches? [An essay by Chelsea and Cassi]

Today at work my coworker and I decided we wanted free lunch. My boss told us that in order for this to happen we had to convince him. He also said that food was more important than customers (in jest, but we took it as truth) so we wrote the following proposal to convince him using the 5 paragraph persuasive essay format from elementary school. Who knew it would actually become handy in real life? ;)

Have you ever been sitting at a lonely desk in a front office building when suddenly your stomach begins to speak to you?  There’s a solution for this problem that will be addressed in the following paragraphs and it begins with a tortilla and ends with a “Thank you for choosing Café Rio”. Café Rio should be purchased for hungry customer service employees because they are hungry and food is a basic human right, they are hard workers, and a dessert of choice will be provided for the supplier of the Café Rio.

First of all, food is a basic human right. Depriving employees by not supplying free lunch may cause such symptoms as hunger, fatigue, hallucinations, angry outburst at customers and bosses, an overall grumpy attitude, and in severe cases, death. When faced with the options of supplying the food or not, it appears that the choice should be an easy one. Some may say that only providing free Café Rio for customer service employees is unfair to the other works in the warehouse. But we disagree. The nuances of customer service lend these employees to hold a level of digression that would keep there from being any issues with the warehouse workers in question.

Along with saving your employees from a painful death of starvation, providing Café Rio will also show your employees that you appreciate their hard work and uplifting manners. As opposed to the side effects mentioned above from hunger, the side effects of supplying Café Rio for hard working employees are overflowing with positive outcomes such as: faster resolution to customer service issues, a more enjoyable demeanor, and a happy, satisfied stomach. Rewarding these employees will encourage the continuation of hard work and perseverance through the hard times on the front line of communication with angry customers. As Steve Maraboli said, “A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal.”

Finally, there is the issue of compensation. No favor should be asked without a plan of action from the receiver of the favor to reciprocate the gift of Café Rio. A suitable plan of action is that a dessert of the manager or bosses choice be made by the customer service representatives. This will satisfy the sweet tooth of the receiver as well as bring joy to his stomach and joy to those he shares the gift with.  The manager’s happiness will also brighten the day of the customer service representatives, bringing the cycle full circle. Opening up the gift options by letting the manager choose the dessert also shows the maturity and dedication to excellence of the customer service representatives.

In conclusion there are many reasons why the customer service representatives should receive free Café Rio. The main reasons are, the provision of food is a basic human right, providing free lunch will reward them for their hard work and insure more hard work in the future, and compensation will be given by way of baked goods of the manager’s choice. So as you sit and read these words, think back on a time when you were hungry and your stomach began to speak to you. What is it saying to you now? Free Café Rio for the girls it is!

C.R.M.

xoxo

p.s. We got Cafe Rio. Success.