<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:12:50.599-10:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my life</title><subtitle type='html'>The world according to Chelsea.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-7708720332662647920</id><published>2007-02-26T18:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:35:45.525-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa, snow!</title><summary type='text'>In a matter of approximately 36 hours, Minneaplois was blessed with a little under a foot of snow.  That's probably the most snow we've gotten all winter!  Winona got 28"!  Crazy!  There have been so many cars getting stuck around the NCU campus.  We plowed all the parking lots, but Saturday night, when it was really coming down, I think there were half a dozen cars that got stuck in one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/7708720332662647920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=7708720332662647920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/7708720332662647920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/7708720332662647920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2007/02/whoa-snow.html' title='Whoa, snow!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-117079650506581050</id><published>2007-02-06T11:09:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T11:15:59.766-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Minutes</title><summary type='text'>Five minutes, that's all I'm giving myself to write this.  Okay, let's see how many errors there will be.  What I want to know is how many other things could I have done in five minutes.  I could have read part of my Old testament assignment.  I could have made a belated birthday card for Jen.  I could have walked into the hallway and said hi to someone.  I could have gone across the hallway and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/117079650506581050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=117079650506581050' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/117079650506581050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/117079650506581050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2007/02/five-minutes.html' title='Five Minutes'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-117022180142752185</id><published>2007-01-30T19:21:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:36:41.446-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break!</title><summary type='text'>I just realized that I never did justice to by winter break.  I said that it was fun or whatever, but I never gave any specific examples.  I feel like a heathen of the blogging world.  Actually, is there even a blogging world anymore?  My Space, I laugh at you!  What a joke you are!  Um, where was I going with this?  Oh yeah, Break.  What I was going to get at was that we got to play in the snow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/117022180142752185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=117022180142752185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/117022180142752185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/117022180142752185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2007/01/winter-break.html' title='Winter Break!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-116984569374522447</id><published>2007-01-26T10:58:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:08:13.756-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><summary type='text'>Recapping what has happened over the past...*cough*two or so months...uh, yeah.  Well, there was Thanksgiving break.  It was good.  Probably the highlight of my last month of school was finals week.  It was amazing.  All that I really want to say about, mainly because I love Jesus, is that I'm glad it's over.  Next came Christmas break.  I got to make some sweet moola!  I also got to take a CLEP </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/116984569374522447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=116984569374522447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/116984569374522447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/116984569374522447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2007/01/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-116288130869795761</id><published>2006-11-06T19:56:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:35:08.763-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Night of My Life</title><summary type='text'>Tonight was one of the most memorable nights ever.  What, you may ask, was so special about tonight?  At first, nothing.  It was a normal Monday.  I went to class (Steph Thronson was here Sunday night, but she left this morning before I got a chance to see her).  I went to my WISE program (good times).  I came back and went to class again.  I did some stuff then went to work.  It was after work, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/116288130869795761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=116288130869795761' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/116288130869795761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/116288130869795761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2006/11/greatest-night-of-my-life.html' title='The Greatest Night of My Life'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-116218891929051787</id><published>2006-10-29T19:37:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:16:24.523-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Hey!So Britt came to NCU this weekend because it was WEA (isn't that funny, WEA...hehe).  She came up on Friday for chapel, and today at 2:30 (more like 2:45 or 3:00) we met her mom and Jess in Rochester.  It was a good weekend.  I shall go through it day by day (from my perspective).Friday:We went to chapel like good students and met with Jesus (and Dr. Anderson).  I really did enjoy chapel.  It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/116218891929051787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=116218891929051787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/116218891929051787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/116218891929051787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2006/10/wild-weekend.html' title='Wild Weekend'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-116143416403288587</id><published>2006-10-21T07:12:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T02:36:04.043-10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 7:12 Saturday Morning!</title><summary type='text'>Why, hello there!  Do you know what time it is?  Of course you do (it's the title).  Right now, I'm at work.  It's fall break, it's too early, and no one is around!  I am so excited, you have no idea.  Actually, the real reason I'm blogging isn't because I necessarily have something to blog, it's because the computers at work won't let me check my email.  I know, sad.  Oh well!  Okay, okay, I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/116143416403288587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=116143416403288587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/116143416403288587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/116143416403288587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-712-saturday-morning.html' title='It&apos;s 7:12 Saturday Morning!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-116077092251281633</id><published>2006-10-13T09:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:24:29.176-10:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE WALK</title><summary type='text'>Slow down!  Take it easy!  Chill.  Okay, now that I've slowed down a bit, let me see what I can get out of myself so that this thing can be updated.  Before I do that, can I just say that the guy in front of me is giving the perfect example of what I have felt like.  He's at Dunn Brothers trying to enjoy his Orange Juice while doing homework.  How is he doing his homework?  His face is on top of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/116077092251281633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=116077092251281633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/116077092251281633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/116077092251281633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-walk.html' title='PLEASE WALK'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-115750458514043973</id><published>2006-09-05T14:35:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:03:05.523-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The few, the proud, the 19</title><summary type='text'>Well, another year has gone by in my short existence here on earth.  On Saturday, I became a man...Okay, I became a woman...Okay I became a struggling college student...Okay, all I really did was turn 19.  But hey, not everyone can say that, right?  I think that 19 is a pretty lousy age.  Before I start getting depressed about my means-nothing age, I would like to give a couple shout outs.  First</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/115750458514043973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=115750458514043973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115750458514043973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115750458514043973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-proud-19.html' title='The few, the proud, the 19'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-115696855270189188</id><published>2006-08-30T10:03:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:09:12.716-10:00</updated><title type='text'>College: Day 1</title><summary type='text'>Hey guys!So today was my first official day as an NCU student (it's not actually over yet, but I have some free time and thought I'd post something).  My classes are...well, it's school, enough said.  They're cool though.  Ruth is my roommate (she's great).  My DL (discipleship leader) is Renea, and my RA (resident advisor) is Randy.  Everyone that I've met so far is really awsome.  I love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/115696855270189188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=115696855270189188' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115696855270189188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115696855270189188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2006/08/college-day-1.html' title='College: Day 1'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-115635326060164949</id><published>2006-08-23T06:49:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:14:20.690-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Blast!  My life without cable</title><summary type='text'>Before I start, let me just say that I'm sorry for not keeping up with this thing.  Life can get crazy at times.  Okay, now I'm going to start.I was babysitting for my neighbor the other day.  Her kids just didn't want to go to sleep.  Finally, I was persuaded by the younger one to let her fall asleep in the living room while watching cartoons.  It took me at least ten minutes to figure out how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/115635326060164949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=115635326060164949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115635326060164949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115635326060164949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2006/08/brain-blast-my-life-without-cable.html' title='Brain Blast!  My life without cable'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-115314775961188877</id><published>2006-07-17T04:29:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T04:49:19.786-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Stealer</title><summary type='text'>I have a confession to make: I am a post stealer.  This post, the one that you are reading, should not be on my blog.  It should be on Mrs. Willy's blog.   However, it is going to be on my blog.  Just to show what kind of girl I am, I will say that it would be a lot better post on her blog than on mine.  Moving on, the post.  Monday night (June 10), I went over to the Williamson's to say goodbye.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/115314775961188877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=115314775961188877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115314775961188877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115314775961188877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2006/07/post-stealer.html' title='Post Stealer'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-115225100538235548</id><published>2006-07-06T18:44:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:43:25.403-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing the 18th Hole</title><summary type='text'>I would like to begin this post by explaining the title.  You see, the post before this ("keeping up to par" or something of that nature) ended rather abrubtly.  This post is going to "finish the game."  Now that the title is established, let's begin.I would like to start with Rachel.  Let's go back to the first day of traveling.  Rachel had a horribly sore throat.  She bought some cough drops, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/115225100538235548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=115225100538235548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115225100538235548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115225100538235548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2006/07/finishing-18th-hole.html' title='Finishing the 18th Hole'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-115097393577145349</id><published>2006-06-22T00:28:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:58:55.796-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up to par</title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am again.  I bet you never thought you'd see a new post from me!  Regardless of what kind of thoughts you had in the past, I am here.  This post, however, is no ordinary post.  This post is the kind of post that only comes along once (maybe twice or possibly more) in a lifetime.  This special post is from Thailand.  That's right, the land of all things Thai proudly presents to you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/115097393577145349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=115097393577145349' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115097393577145349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115097393577145349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2006/06/keeping-up-to-par.html' title='Keeping up to par'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-115022686948096547</id><published>2006-06-13T08:58:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:27:49.496-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Break</title><summary type='text'>Hey!  It's me again.  Suprising, I know.  Well, as most of you know, Saturday was my grad party.  It went very well.  I had so much fun and got to see people that I hadn't seen in a long time.  Not to mention, I got to sit around and eat while I watched my family slave away (mwahahahaha)...you're right, evil laughs just aren't my thing.  After the party, I got to go home and watch a movie (Walk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/115022686948096547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=115022686948096547' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115022686948096547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/115022686948096547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2006/06/coffee-break.html' title='Coffee Break'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-114987203464500796</id><published>2006-06-09T06:44:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T06:53:54.703-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting the Moon</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I have a new goal.  It's an amazing goal, hence the title, "Shooting the Moon."  I know that every time I post (which is once every ten years) I say that I am going to try and post more (that, or I just say that I'm giving up on posting).  Well, here it is.  Since I will not be home next year and am going on a bunch of trips this summer, I probably never see anyone.  Therefore, my goal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/114987203464500796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=114987203464500796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/114987203464500796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/114987203464500796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2006/06/shooting-moon.html' title='Shooting the Moon'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-113764514417113775</id><published>2006-01-18T18:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:32:24.203-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Me?</title><summary type='text'>Okay, let's cut to the chase.  I lied.  To be honest, I'll probably update this thing every time I don't feel like sleeping.  Well, all nonsense aside, here's a quick update:School still stinks (like Trevor's armpits).  Work is cool though.  I am so blessed to have a job.  For real, God is awsome.  I get to do more stuff with children's ministry, which makes me very happy!  :)  Umm, then there's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/113764514417113775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=113764514417113775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/113764514417113775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/113764514417113775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2006/01/miss-me.html' title='Miss Me?'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-113315456826804201</id><published>2005-11-27T23:08:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T19:09:28.283-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><summary type='text'>Well, the title of this post explains my life as of late.  Everything is going so quickly.  I don't even know what to do.  My instinct is to look around stupidly and say, "What?"  One minute I'm at school, the next I have just inhaled my lunch/dinner.  Then I go to work and come home just in time to do a couple hours worth of homework.  By the time I actually settle down and fall asleep for a few</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/113315456826804201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=113315456826804201' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/113315456826804201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/113315456826804201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/11/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-113186526786491482</id><published>2005-11-13T01:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:07:16.106-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Owl</title><summary type='text'>Wow! So it's been a while since I've posted! I do believe that I will be posting more often now. I'll probably post on weekends (Thurs.-Sun.), but I'm really not sure yet. The reason why I'll post then is because that's when I go to my online class. I just think that if I have to be on the internet I might as well post something, right? The only thing that would hinder my grand blogger scheme is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/113186526786491482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=113186526786491482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/113186526786491482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/113186526786491482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/11/night-owl.html' title='Night Owl'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112829915679132923</id><published>2005-10-02T14:09:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:26:51.796-10:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: slow times ahead!</title><summary type='text'>Maybe it's just me, but my last post is really annoying. It's been up for like a google years! I can't even stand looking at it anymore! What I'm saying is that I need a new post, hence this post. Unfortunately, the school didn't read the instructions on the back of my box, and they over cooked me. What I'm saying is: My brain is fried and I don't know how to think about anything except for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112829915679132923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112829915679132923' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112829915679132923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112829915679132923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/10/warning-slow-times-ahead.html' title='WARNING: slow times ahead!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112735727537635834</id><published>2005-09-21T16:30:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T16:47:55.386-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness, Elvis has left the building</title><summary type='text'>As some of you know, Monday night was the Community Arts Showcase at the high school.  I give Mrs. G. major props for putting together such a great show.  I really wasn't aware that Hibbing had all of that talent.Well, I went to the show with high hopes.  Almost as soon as I sat down, I saw Natalie and Mary.  They were nice enough to let me sit by them, so I did.  As the evening progressed, I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112735727537635834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112735727537635834' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112735727537635834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112735727537635834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/09/thank-goodness-elvis-has-left-building.html' title='Thank goodness, Elvis has left the building'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112623000622144639</id><published>2005-09-08T15:17:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T15:47:09.840-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants: God's gift to everyone</title><summary type='text'>Today, Brittany cheered at the boys soccer game. Since I am myself a soccer veteran, I thought I'd go and support my friend. Well, I didn't want to go alone so I asked Jenni to come (she lives close and generally isn't opposed to going with me on crazy adventures). The game was okay. The boys lost like 4-0 or something. Varsity lost too, I think. Brittany did really well though. I thought she was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112623000622144639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112623000622144639' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112623000622144639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112623000622144639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/09/pants-gods-gift-to-everyone.html' title='Pants: God&apos;s gift to everyone'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112612608198192120</id><published>2005-09-07T10:27:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T15:15:51.713-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of the Last Year of the Last School Before the First College.  AKA: The First Day of My Senior Year</title><summary type='text'>Well, just incase the title wasn't confusing enough, now comes the post. Today was the first official day of my senior year. It took me three years at the high school to get to this point. I went through one principal and got a new one, saw the 7th and 8th graders move in, and have undergone some major changes (one of them being the dress code and no cell phones rule). The question is: Was it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112612608198192120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112612608198192120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112612608198192120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112612608198192120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-day-of-last-year-of-last-school.html' title='The First Day of the Last Year of the Last School Before the First College.  AKA: The First Day of My Senior Year'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112598054568141407</id><published>2005-09-05T17:57:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:22:25.686-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to City: Parts 1 &amp; 2</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so the title is kind of weird, I know.  What you need to understand though is that Brit  posted on her blog about the same thing that I'm going to, and I was going to use the same title but thought it wise not to.  I hear originality is valued or something and plagarism is frowned upon.  Anywho, those who have already read Brit's blog know that this weekend we (me, Brit, my mom, my dad, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112598054568141407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112598054568141407' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112598054568141407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112598054568141407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/09/trip-to-city-parts-1-2.html' title='Trip to City: Parts 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112564117656873638</id><published>2005-09-01T21:39:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:06:16.573-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Until Now</title><summary type='text'>As some may have noticed, I haven't been posting very often.  I do have a reason.  One is school.  The other is that I can't think of anything to post about!  I don't see the point in posting just because!  The most that's happened was Bobbie left.  That was sad.  I miss her, but at the same time I'm really glad she went.  This was an opportunity she might not get again.  However, other than that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112564117656873638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112564117656873638' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112564117656873638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112564117656873638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-until-now.html' title='Nothing Until Now'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112476802035698018</id><published>2005-08-22T17:10:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:33:40.363-10:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grown Up</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's finally happened.  I am growing up.  One day you're running around topless in a diaper, and the next thing you know you're a senior.  (sorry, that whole topless comment was a bit edgy; maybe my blog should come with a warning?  WARNING: THIS BLOG CONTAINS MATERIAL WHICH MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF 18.....Oh, wait, then I couldn't go on it.  Hmm, I'll just have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112476802035698018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112476802035698018' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112476802035698018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112476802035698018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112284549986015155</id><published>2005-07-31T11:14:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T11:31:39.866-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Summary</title><summary type='text'>Well, tomarrow I leave for camp!  I'm so excited.  Camp is always a wonderful experience that I love!  I hear our speaker, Nate Rusch, is really good.  This year at camp is going to rock!Okay, now for some quick updates. On Thursday night, I learned a very valuable lesson: never go rollerblading without a helmet (and other protective gear) as well as brakes!  I totally wiped out and cut up my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112284549986015155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112284549986015155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112284549986015155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112284549986015155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/07/update-summary.html' title='Update Summary'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112251632639125487</id><published>2005-07-27T15:56:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:15:13.390-10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I got a new template because I wanted to be able to put pictures on my blog. Well, I saw this template and since it was similar to my other one and had a picture on the sample I thought I would use it. Please tell me what you think of it. Oh, and how do you like the Hawaii pics?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112251632639125487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112251632639125487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112251632639125487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112251632639125487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-template.html' title='New Template'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112226663309939579</id><published>2005-07-24T18:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:43:53.106-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Free At Last!</title><summary type='text'>"Free at last, free at last!  Thank God almighty I'm free at last!"  That is it.  Soccer is over!  Today at 12:30, I had my last soccer game.  This wasn't just the last game of the summer season; this was the last game of my high school soccer career!  Finally!  We ended up winning 3-1 (which is always nice).  As the great high school coaches of the past have said, "It matters not whether you win</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112226663309939579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112226663309939579' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112226663309939579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112226663309939579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/07/free-at-last.html' title='Free At Last!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112206090797566141</id><published>2005-07-22T09:13:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:35:07.980-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman Begins (A late review)</title><summary type='text'>Last night I went to see Batman Begins. I found it to be an overall good movie that I enjoyed but probably won't see again until it comes out on video. The plot was just the way I like it--intricate enough to get your brain moving and predictable enough to make you feel smart. The only negative thing I would say about it is that the tone of the movie was a bit dark. I've always known Batman was a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112206090797566141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112206090797566141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112206090797566141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112206090797566141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/07/batman-begins-late-review.html' title='Batman Begins (A late review)'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112181617046716713</id><published>2005-07-19T15:34:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T13:36:10.473-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Duty Part 1</title><summary type='text'>Because of my recent name change (from "Chelsea" to "Aunt Chelsea"), I have taken on a whole new list of duties.  Things like diaper changing and getting puked on are just a couple of examples of these new duties.  I am assuming that as time goes by, the amount of hours on aunt duty will increase.  That's why this is called "Aunt Duty Part 1." This weekend was Levi's dedication at Emmanuel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112181617046716713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112181617046716713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112181617046716713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112181617046716713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/07/aunt-duty-part-1.html' title='Aunt Duty Part 1'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112157142755729730</id><published>2005-07-16T17:18:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T17:37:07.563-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer: The sport that never dies!</title><summary type='text'>Well, on Thursday, I had a soccer game in Duluth.  You see, I'm in a "laid back" summer soccer program.  What that means is: no conditioning (well, not like they do in the fall); make practice, if you can (they are okay with conflicts); and there is little or no punishment for missing games.  Now, at first glance, that seems wonderful!  You can be lazy, slack off, and have fun all at the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112157142755729730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112157142755729730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112157142755729730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112157142755729730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/07/soccer-sport-that-never-dies.html' title='Soccer: The sport that never dies!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112135342233313631</id><published>2005-07-14T07:04:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T05:03:42.340-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wonderful day</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I spent four hours or so at the beach.  It was so much fun.  A bunch of people just kind of decided to go.  It was me, Brittany, Brooke (we were the "original three"), Graham, Matt Hagsten, the Rengstorfs (well, Matt and Andy), and Jason.  Later my friends Christina and Ashley came out, but only for about an hour. When we got there, the "man incharge" said it would cost $5 per car.  We</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112135342233313631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112135342233313631' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112135342233313631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112135342233313631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-wonderful-day.html' title='Another wonderful day'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112135539865888750</id><published>2005-07-14T05:35:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T05:36:38.663-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Baby pictures</title><summary type='text'>Sorry about the other post.  I didn't realize that there reall was nothing there after the word "it's."  Well, here it is: http://shimmelberger.wavestatic.com/gallery/.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112135539865888750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112135539865888750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112135539865888750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112135539865888750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/07/re-baby-pictures.html' title='Re: Baby pictures'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112122035353814660</id><published>2005-07-12T16:04:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T16:05:53.543-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Pictures</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's here.  Shawn made a website for the baby.  He's only a day old and already Shawn is getting him involved with computers!  Okay, it's .  Enjoy, and tell me if it works!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112122035353814660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112122035353814660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112122035353814660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112122035353814660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/07/baby-pictures.html' title='Baby Pictures'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112119840634597687</id><published>2005-07-12T09:52:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T10:00:07.006-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot! Hot! Hot!</title><summary type='text'>All of this warm weather is starting to make me believe that there is a chance that northern Minnesota will actually experience a summer.  Wow, that'll be nice!  Because of the heat, I have gotten a chance to use our pool (which is really nice!).  It also makes my babysitting job a lot easier.  The only thing I have to do is lay in the sun while making sure no one drowns.  What a hard job, huh?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112119840634597687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112119840634597687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112119840634597687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112119840634597687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/07/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot! Hot! Hot!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112114260806491020</id><published>2005-07-11T18:17:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T18:30:08.070-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Madame Chelsea Wilcox</title><summary type='text'>Wouldn't that be awsome if I had a title?  Someone would say, "Hey Chelsea, how's it goin'?" and I'd reply, "It's Madame Chelsea, thank-you very much!"...(imagining)...That'd be sweet!  I bet it would be easier to buy a country if you had a title.  Maybe.  Sort of easier.  Well, probably not, but humor me.  Anywho, I do have a title now.  Yes, that's right, an official title.  Not everyone can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112114260806491020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112114260806491020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112114260806491020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112114260806491020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/07/madame-chelsea-wilcox.html' title='Madame Chelsea Wilcox'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112114171708456490</id><published>2005-07-11T17:36:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T18:15:17.093-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol--an all around bad idea</title><summary type='text'>Well, this weekend I was at my cousin's wedding (which is why I was not home).  She got married to this guy who is about 6'7"or so.  If my cousin were the height of an average female (I think that's about 5'5" or 5'6"), then they probably wouldn't look too silly together.  However, she is from my mom's side of the family, and no one on that side is over 5'4".  She has got to be at least 17" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112114171708456490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112114171708456490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112114171708456490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112114171708456490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/07/alcohol-all-around-bad-idea.html' title='Alcohol--an all around bad idea'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-112078721042429634</id><published>2005-07-07T15:33:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T15:46:50.430-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is July 7, 2005.  It has been a hair under three months since I last made a post.  I wish that I had some sort of excuse (like I was stranded on an island with no electricity or any hope of getting to a computer), but I don't.  The reason I haven't been posting is because I'm lazy.  I mean, I have my own computer that resides in my room and can access the internet 24/7.  Oh well, laziness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/112078721042429634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=112078721042429634' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112078721042429634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/112078721042429634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-is-july-7-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-111250122034403319</id><published>2005-04-02T20:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T18:07:00.346-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><summary type='text'>I'm so sorry it's been so long! (Especially to you So and So and What's Her Face).  It's just that, when your internet doesn't work, it's so hard to find the time to post on your blog.  Luckily for me, I have a super brother that fixes all of my computer problems!  Yeah for super brother!  Anyway, I'm pretty much back.  Unfortunately, my life is pretty boring (and that's the way I like it!).  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/111250122034403319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=111250122034403319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/111250122034403319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/111250122034403319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-110870157228533549</id><published>2005-02-17T20:41:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T18:39:32.286-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What I think</title><summary type='text'>Well, I said that this is "Life according to me," and it is.  Now, I will keep my word true and give you my opinion on a few things.  First, let me just say that living in a small town most definately has its down sides.  My biggest problem is that sometimes, people just don't accept others.  Okay, now if that isn't the dumbest thing ever!  I mean, come on!  If someone is new, don't you think it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/110870157228533549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=110870157228533549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110870157228533549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110870157228533549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-i-think.html' title='What I think'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-110852861341323214</id><published>2005-02-15T20:38:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:39:26.170-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Babies</title><summary type='text'>Babies are so cute! Well, okay, some babies aren't, but Shaleah's baby is! Oh my goodness, Amara Langner is so pretty. Seriously, I think that she will be the cutest girl. I wish I was more computer friendly and could down load some pictures of her. It's not that I don't know how to use a computer, it's just that I don't know how to use EVERYTHING on a computer. Anywho, that's not the point. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/110852861341323214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=110852861341323214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110852861341323214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110852861341323214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-babies.html' title='I Love Babies'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-110843966697643148</id><published>2005-02-14T19:56:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T17:54:26.976-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry, it's been a while since I've posted anything.  The past week hasn't been extremely exciting.  Most of my week consisted of practicing for tonight.  My high school put on an "Evening of Excellence" which was made up of the band, choir, drama, and speech.  I'm not sure the amount of practice we put into it was worth it, but what's done is done.  Now, I get to worry about try-outs for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/110843966697643148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=110843966697643148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110843966697643148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110843966697643148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/02/sorry-its-been-while-since-ive-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-110738461110758384</id><published>2005-02-02T14:41:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T12:53:42.153-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Some homework, I tell you!</title><summary type='text'>I love my college classes! I am so excited for my Lifespan Development class. I get to do a case study on Brock. Plus, he has my fifth grade teacher, so when I visit the classroom, I get to visit my old teacher too! How great is that? Everyone should take Lifespan Development; it rocks! Doing this case study makes me feel like I'm actually doing something. There are tests that I get to monitor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/110738461110758384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=110738461110758384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110738461110758384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110738461110758384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-homework-i-tell-you.html' title='Some homework, I tell you!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-110738491626796269</id><published>2005-02-02T12:54:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T12:55:16.266-10:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAHHHHH</title><summary type='text'>Okay, this is silly!  I can't publish a blog!  What's going on?  Maybe I'll just remake it.  Oh well!  It happens!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/110738491626796269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=110738491626796269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110738491626796269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110738491626796269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/02/aaaaahhhhh.html' title='AAAAAHHHHH'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-110715258082083024</id><published>2005-01-30T19:16:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T11:45:11.466-10:00</updated><title type='text'>showered with babies!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I always thought that baby showers were supposed to be a time of celebration for the mother and her friends. I guess I was wrong! No, baby showers have nothing to do with celebrating! They are all about the babies.   If your next baby shower doesn't have at least 10-15% of the people attending age 1 and under, you are obviously doing something wrong!  I went to a baby shower tonight, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/110715258082083024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=110715258082083024' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110715258082083024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110715258082083024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/01/showered-with-babies.html' title='showered with babies!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-110712652681606311</id><published>2005-01-30T13:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T13:08:46.816-10:00</updated><title type='text'>my parents abandoned me!</title><summary type='text'>so this is basically how my life goes: my parents leave for the weekend, and i am alone.  Well, not really, I normally end up inviting people over to hang out.  It's pretty sweet.  Like today, I went out for lunch and the plan was to come to my house and play Texas Hold Em', but it didn't work out.  Craig and Ruth had to go to the cities and Reid decided to go home.  I think he thought it'd be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/110712652681606311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=110712652681606311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110712652681606311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110712652681606311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-parents-abandoned-me.html' title='my parents abandoned me!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-110688202245270162</id><published>2005-01-27T19:05:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T17:17:31.246-10:00</updated><title type='text'>HAWK NELSON!</title><summary type='text'>Hawk Nelson rocks! They are a band from Canada. Some people think that they're less than desirable, but I think they're great! I went to their concert in Duluth Saturday night to kind of get away from things, and it was awsome. My favorite song is "Letters to the President." I like it because I definately feel the same way as Hawk with this song. It talks about how there is always something going</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/110688202245270162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=110688202245270162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110688202245270162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110688202245270162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/01/hawk-nelson.html' title='HAWK NELSON!'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10357974.post-110688072273505463</id><published>2005-01-27T18:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T17:16:32.366-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so here's the deal, on Friday, a good friend of mine passed away. It really hurt a lot. I am, though, starting to get to the acceptance stage of greiving. A lot of my friends, however, aren't. I don't know whether I am supposed to carry on from where I'm at or wait for my friends. The only logical thing I can think of is to continue on from the place I'm at and be understanding towards my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/110688072273505463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10357974&amp;postID=110688072273505463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110688072273505463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10357974/posts/default/110688072273505463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseawilcox.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>Chels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10396851149397544037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5353/797/1600/100_0536.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
