Where in the World is Chelso

Hello Ms. Mow,

I have about a half hour to kill so i figure I would post.

My week has been busy, travelling and what not, but I will do my best to provide you with a wee bit of entertainment.

I am writing at a Starbucks, that has a password… don’t tell anyone but the password is “starbucks”. Tricksters. So I figured this post would just be mainly about the dumb thoughts I’ve had lately. The kind that trickle in, and go away before ever getting shared.

There are a lot of words that we use the opposite of, but not the root word:

Conspicuous

Evitable

Veinous

I have about twenty of them, but I can’t find my notebook where I wrote them down. So there is three for now.

Another conundrum I had this week: 

Does it make me immature or old, that I considered buying vans for 45 minutes because I like the idea of a shoe i don’t have to tie

Burning Life Questions:

Why do my finger nails on my ring finger grow so long suddenly over night?

Things Worth Buying: 

This is just a small list of things that I think I worth purchasing when a product is needed.

Need a camera? 

Get a Gopro.

I bought one for my trip, and although pricey I have had so much fun with it. I plan to make all sorts of weird videos and awesome pictures. The quality is rad as fuck, and its Chelsea-proof. I don’t think I could destory it unless I tried. There’s something magical about that.

Need a heat protection spray for your hair?

Get Tresemme Heat Protector

They sell it at target and it is the best one I’ve used by far. I’ve tried a lot of these over the years, and my hair doesnt like most of them. It gets filmy, or frizzes really bad after a couple of hours. My hair is super straight and its been three days. My hair normally doesn’t stay straight for more than a night.

At Starbucks? 

Get the Cascara Latte.

It is delicious, and is naturally sweet. it doesn’t have a lot of calories especailly if you get with anything aside from whole milk.

Now time for two random anecdotes: 

When I was on the plane, some weird guy, after doing the awkward “in my way dance” decided to flirt with me instead of letting me into the bathroom. Nothing is more unappealing to taken person that a weird guy on a plane hitting on her instead of letting her pee.

When I was riding the subway, I had a crazy lady with glitter on her eyelids yell at me in a different langauge while shaking a pearl bracelet. She was yelling something to the effect of “cookie choco cookie cookie choco” while pointing up.

I really wanted more for you, and I will have plenty when i am back safe and sound in the states, but here you go!

Remember that you are a mighty mow, that can defeat anything that stands in her way! 

– ChelsMow

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Cookies and love

To my lovely wonderful whimsical walrus, Ms. Maryanne,

So I always make my “famous” dark chocolate cookies before I go to arizona and this trip was no different! I made them bigger and they are much more gooey and delicious. I did burn a few for Tim to appease his need for dead cookies. I even sort of took pictures of my journey!

I had plans to document each step but the melting chocolate all over my hands deterred me from taking too many pictures. As always they are very very very unhealthy for you but very much naturally gluten free.
I found this one day on the internet and it has remained the best thing I can make. Although there are so many steps and so many batches I get very very board. That is why I will always miss you the most when I am baking. You are a great cooking wingman and take over when I get bored which is frequently.

My mom took over your role in eating cookies. However she is also an asset because she did all the dishes. Which these darn cookies require a huge mess. But in the end it is always worth it.

The downside of making these cookies better and better each time is that people want more and more. I ended up leaving a good chunk with my mom because she liked them so much. Definitely don’t regret it but I am going to be up to tripling the recipe the next time I make them. I have this weird syndrome where I always feel like I didn’t make enough cookies. I defintely have over 30 but yet I still feel panicked.

These cookies have become something I am quite proud of, because before these cookies no one was impressed by any of my cooking skills. Now I am making those haters obese and addicted to my cookies.

I am super excited to see you! Just one day away!

Here is the mess…

IMG_0276-1here is the product! ( i dont know why this is being made into a link. halp.

Here are the beautiful cookies!

IMG_0278 Ask me for the recipe!

NOT ABOUT DWAGONS

UPCOMING ARIZONAAAA TWIPPPPP

To my dearest Maryanne, my sparkling moonbeam and fluorescent flower scented ferret.
I find myself super excited for this upcoming arizona trip! I am stoked to see you and can’t wait. I have slowly been creating a list of things I want to do, but most importantly do with you…
1. Drink a little too much. I love the moments when just you and me are a little tipsier than everyone else. It makes me feel as funny as you think I am.
2. Go on a hike and complain about how hot it is while you and chris constantly tell me to be careful.
3. Go to woowoo stores. I am on the hunt for some lodestone and I don’t know if I will ever find it but hopefully you will bring me luck.
4. Talk into the wee hours of the morning.
5. Talk astrology and diagnose people in front of them as if they were not there.
6. Convince you that Captain America is not a Pansy Ass
7. Come up with more things to do together.

This week I haven’t really done much but think about what I could be or should be doing. I have been a stress case. As you probably have noticed from the surplus of texts between you and I. I went on a spontaneous trip yesterday that brought me all over southern california and I hope to do the same thing with you when you are out here.
In exciting news I got my fitbit! So my dieting life should get momentarily fun again! This post is more about updating you on my life. Even though you hear me talk about it all the time….. Well I’m broken.