tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39607641055500380232024-02-07T01:54:51.047-07:00The Adventures Of ChillpackInterpreting my world through a feminist lens, with some atheism, book reviews, recipes, and talk about love thrown in for good measure. Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-71984594286068807692012-08-01T11:39:00.000-06:002012-08-01T11:39:04.717-06:00Becoming A Dog MomI'm taking a quick moment to gush.<br />
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I never knew I could be so in love with an animal outside of my species, but I have fallen madly in love. Eddie McDragon has quickly become one of my best friends. It was love at first sight when we picked him up from our local <a href="http://utahhumane.org/">Humane Society.</a> In a room full of wildly barking dogs, Eddie was calmly staring at me, and walked forward to lick my hand. We didn't need to look any further. I knew which dog was ours. June 7th, we adopted a dog with a wiry tail and a significant underbite. We adopted a dog that already knows how to sit, stay, and fetch. He is house and crate trained.<br />
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I can be having the worst day in the world, and all it takes is one look at that little scoundrel and I'm melting. I'm grateful that I spend time outsie with Eddie, because finding time outdoors has always been a problem in my adult life. We take wonderful walks that make me happy, and not just because of the Vitamin D, but because I know I'm being a good dog parent. He really makes me slow down and appreciate the small things. Afterall, don't you wish being outside always made you smile like this?<br />
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I have become the type of person that is constantly taking pictures of their dog. My iPhone has over fifty pictures of him stored in its memory. I may seem obsessed, but this little guy has really brought Ben and I even closer together. More than ever before, we feel like a family.<br />
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</div>Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-21662554273870475842012-07-26T11:36:00.000-06:002012-07-26T13:05:30.475-06:00SkelethonThis post is a tad late, but I have to share with the world my two cents about Aesop Rock's new solo album <em>Skelethon.</em> This is Aesop's first solo album since 2007, and I was worried that it wouldn't live up to my grandiose expectations. Let's be honest here, the man's musical stylings are so important to me that I used them to vet prospective partners..."Ben, this is a test. If you don't like this music, we may have a problem." Three years later, Ben loves Aesop as much as I do. <br />
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Anyway, <em>Skelethon.</em><br />
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<em>Skelethon</em> was worth the wait. Every song is a treat for my ears. I am choosing a song off of the album each day and listening to it on repeat for the entire day (that sort of thing is possible with Aesop because his songs are so nuanced that you NEVER get bored). In the past year Aesop lost a best friend and went through a divorce, so some of the songs are so raw that it brings tears to my eyes. For instance, on the track "Gopher Guts" he admits that he has been "completely unable to maintain any semblance of relationship on any level, I have been a bastard to the people who have actively attempted to deliver me from peril." Yeah, that's not what most people would expect from a hip-hop guy. On the same track you also don't expect a heavily bearded man who loves skateboarding to talk about letting go of relationships while complimenting the person with, " you will grow to be something essential and electric, you are healthy, you are special, you are present." The song literally makes me feel like things are stirring in the bottom of my rib cage. It is so beautiful that I can hardly take it.<br />
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Then there's "Grace."<br />
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"Grace" is some seriously funny shit. It's all about Aesop (Ian) as a child who hates green beans. He's stuck at the table being told to eat his vegetables while all of the neighborhood kids are out, he imagines, riding dirt bikes and skateboards. I laugh outloud every time he impersonates his father screaming, "this ends now eat the god damn beans!" My meager words can't convey just how awesome this song really is.<br />
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The entire album is brimming with tongue twisters, obscure references, obvious references, and amazing beats. It has been five years of waiting, but Aesop Rock has done it again.<br />
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Oh yeah, he also peformed these new gems in SLC on Monday night. Was I there you ask? Of course! And it was magical.<br />
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<br />Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-71273485600032631162012-07-17T10:21:00.001-06:002012-07-17T10:22:00.986-06:00Divine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"We" are supposed to go to college. We are told from a young age that we must go to college to succeed. Education drives the economy; education bulks up a resume. "They" don't tell you that the job market might be in the weeds by the time you graduate.<br />
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For the past two months I have been having an all out, full-on, fucking panic attack. What am I going to do? <br />
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The first major hurdle to clear was admission to a graduate program, and guess what? I have been accepted to the program of my choice! I have been accepted to Westminster College's Master of Arts in Community Leadership program. I start in January 2013, and will graduate in two years. <br />
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After finding out about the MACL program, things have started to look a tad different. I am still applying for jobs, but I am currently employed, and I make enough money to pay the bills (and then some). I'm an alumni, a first generation college student with two Bachelors degrees. I have loads of volunteer and professional experience. I went to college and made friends. I went to college and learned to interact with people from all walks of life. I will earn a Masters degree, which is pretty damn cool if you ask me. Most importantly: I am not stuck. I am happy, healthy, and I am loved. I am far from stuck.Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-40854387444069950332012-07-02T14:56:00.001-06:002012-07-02T14:58:02.969-06:00I'm Back!Well, well, well...it has been a really long time since I documented the things that are going on in life, but I'm going to share a few bits and try (again) to become more regular!<br />
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We moved. We now live in Murray in a two bedroom apartment with 1.5 bathrooms! We are loving the new place and all of the space:<br />
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I graduated from the University of Utah. It's official, I'm an alumni with a Bachelor of Science in gender studies and political science:<br />
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My little brother graduated from high school. I am so proud that Braeden walked with his class:<br />
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We adopted the sweetest little scoundrel of a dog! Eddie McDragon is the newest addition to our family. He is a Jack Russel Terrier/Chihuahua mix with a wicked underbite and a big personality:<br />
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Life has been good to us recently, with a lot of positive changes!Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-48041566092071202472012-02-28T13:56:00.000-07:002012-02-28T13:56:02.926-07:00My Little One Turns EighteenMost of you know that I have a "little" brother who I love more than anyone in the world. What you may not know is that I seriously get sick thinking about having children, because I can't imagine loving another human being more than him. I don't think my heart has the capacity for another person of such import.<div><br />
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</div><div>I was six years old and we were in a gas station bathroom when my mom's water broke. She started screaming, and a very confused Chelsea ran to the car to get dad. I couldn't figure out why my mom had just peed her pants when there was a toilet right there. Little did I know what would come next.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I don't remember much else from the day, but I vividly remember that part. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I do remember the time that I tried to smother Braeden in my bedroom. I wish I was kidding, but thankfully my mom walked in as I was hovering over a two year-old Brae with my pillow in hand. I remember swimming with him in the Shangri-La apartment that my grandmother lived in for most of my childhood. We would play "taxi cab" and he would grab my neck as I doggy paddled around the pool making car noises. The taxi game always gave way to "fireworks," where I would throw him into the air and he would flail his arms mimicking explosions in the sky.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I remember sharing a room with Braeden until I was fourteen. We slept with our beds pushed together, in a room plastered with Nsync posters that surrounded one huge Jar Jar Binks poster and another of the wrestler Goldberg. I remember walking him to school. I remember volunteering in his classroom when I was in junior high, because I had to walk him home regardless, and I wanted something to do with the time.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I remember beating him up a little bit, and his retaliation as he grew older. I have spent some time in our bathroom with the door locked as an enraged little brother pounded with a steak knife. I remember teaching him how to shoot a basketball, and I remember the little guy that swore he would make it to the NBA.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I don't possess the vocabulary capable of describing how much my brother means to me. Every time I get a fever, I end up breaking into hysterics crying about, "What if Braeden dies?!" </div><div><br />
</div><div>Braeden and I started at Absolute MMA together while I was living back at home after a failed relationship. For the first year I drove him to and from the gym. Those car rides are not too far into the past, but sometimes I miss them. Those rides made me learn to love the band Rise Against, and they made it so Braeden can now sing the Dixie Chicks "Cold Day in July" word for word. Braeden learned to drive with me on the way to the gym. The joke was, "You are so close to the median you can give the passing cars 'knuckles' as they pass." The result of that statement is a paranoid new driver having his sister continually say "knucks" whenever he crowded the other lane. The importance of our gym time, including the commute to and fro, can't be overstated.</div><div><br />
</div><div>This post is a little late, his birthday was on the 20th. For his special day I cooked him dinner, we went to the movies and Cold Stone, and then I stood in Gets Some Guns N' Ammo for an hour while Braeden and Ben asked the clerk questions about guns. We have come a long way from the days when I "made" him ketchup and toast for breakfast. The young man growing before my eyes now requests asparagus and Italian chicken with a tomato, caper, and basil sauce. </div><div><br />
</div><div>The young man I consider my best friend is graduating from high school, starting college, interning at the Sandy City Police Department, fighting on March 3rd, and continually making me proud.</div></div>Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-2141712771440444022012-02-03T17:21:00.000-07:002012-02-03T23:02:21.489-07:00Blue BeltIt's about to get real braggy up in here.<br />
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Last Saturday I received my blue belt in Behring Jiu Jitsu, which is a big fat deal. You see, jits hurts. It hurts a lot. It takes most people at least three months just to learn how to breathe instead of hyperventilate (you can always spot the newbs, because they grunt and get kind of purple when they aren't being choked). It is bone on bone contact. Your body has to harden. Skin gets pinched, you take unintended knees and elbows to all different parts of the body, and you learn really quick that rolling around in a gi is like wearing a sauna suit. It is rough stuff for a while, but it does get better.<br />
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I never thought it would, but jiu jitsu did get better. Apparently, my coaches think that I am better as well.<br />
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In the sport everyone starts with a white belt. After the white belt the rankings go like this: blue, purple, brown, black (there are some variations on the black belt that eventually lead to red, but that takes an eternity and I don't feel qualified to explain the process). I have trained for two and a half years, that is why it is a big deal. The amount of people that actually make it to the first belt is small, and the amount of people that stick around after that is even smaller still. I reached the first milestone. My coaches think that I have enough skills and have put in enough time to be a blue belt. It feels really good.<br />
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Grand Master Flavio Behring tied my belt on. The belt that he tied on is custom with "Chillpack" embroidered on it. Ben couldn't make the seminar and he had the belt made as a surprise. I almost cried when I saw it. After the belts were awarded (some of my very deserving teammates were also promoted to blue belts), Pedro gave me a photocopy of a handwritten letter from Ben to read in private at the front of the gym. I didn't almost cry at this point. I cried.<br />
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After I wiped my eyes and walked back onto the mat of sixty-five or more athletes, the Gauntlet ensued. The Gauntlet is the rite of passage that requiress you walk through the middle of your teammates who hold the same rank or above. Those teammates take off their belts, fold them in half (or if you're a real asshole, as many times as possible), and they flagellate you. Yup, they whip you as you walk through. I personally don't understand this part of the ritual. I don't see the point and I can't help but feel repelled by this weird hazing ordeal, but it felt great afterwards. The rush was truly unparalleled.<br />
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On the journey to this first belt I have learned a lot more than basic bjj. These are the things I feel jiu jitsu has taught me:<br />
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1.) One thing at a time. Don't become overwhelmed by the entirety of any given situation, just focus on the immediate threat. If you can survive the first onslaught of anything, you have a chance to survive to the end.<br />
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2.) Small victories. Sure, maybe you don't choke someone every round, but learn to define your success in alternate ways. Many rounds are chalked up as successful when I get to the top once or I don't get submitted. Life and jiu jitsu are hard, and sometimes the reason we fail is because of our definitions of success.<br />
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3.) I am strong. I am physically and mentally strong. I can grapple with big, strong, skilled fighters and hold my own, because my body is more powerful than I ever could have dreamed. I was so terrified to start the sport, because of a fear of having my neck touched that I literally had to be tricked into it. Now, that mental barrier, that weakness, has given me a wicked choke defense. I guess 3a.)your weaknesses can be transformed into strengths if you try hard enough.<br />
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I have learned so much, but so little. I have a long way to go, but for the first time since I started I have finally realized that I am part of the way there.<br />
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I have anthropomorphized my car to an almost unhealthy extent. His name is Warren Sapp. He looks like a football helmet, which is why I named him after a football player, and when rocks hit "him" I say "ow," because I instinctively think it hurt his "face." I'm a little weird sometimes, deal with it. My little Toyota Yaris sedan can park anywhere, gets between thirty-four and forty miles per gallon, and is cute as hell. The payments and gas are worth it.<br />
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Having a car is a really great part about being a very <strong>fortunate</strong> adult. Afterall, Saudi women aren't even allowed to drive, because if they start to drive the country will lose all of its virgins (wtf?, who knows? <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/motoring/news/8930168/Allowing-women-drivers-in-Saudi-Arabia-will-be-end-of-virginity.html">read about the claim here</a>).<br />
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I made a wreath for Christmas and we celebrated the holiday with new decorations for the house and gifts aplenty. I don't think I will ever attempt to make something decorative again, it was a long process and I've decided that I'd much rather pay someone to do that stuff for me.<br />
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My parents bought us a 55" LCD HDTV, Ben bought me a Nook Tablet (which I adore), and I snagged Ben some goodies like a new iPod. We went to a 90s themed New Year's Eve party and had a blast. Basically, the holidays were good to me and Ben.<br />
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In the past two months I have acquired some recommendations: "The Visible Man" by Chuck Klosterman is worth a read; Kimya Dawson's new album "Thunder Thighs" is worth a listen, and the new Sherlock Holmes movie is worth a view.<br />
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Currently I'm gearing up for a fifteen credit hour semester and I'm working on putting together a six week, ladies self-defense seminar with my coach. He has graciously offered his time free of charge, so I'm making arrangements to get everything done. More on that when I have details. I need all of the participants I can find to insure a good turnout. Ben leaves for Hawaii on Monday and he should be back within a month. He's not looking forward to leaving, but he is excited for the money it will bring. Basically, life is good right now. Things are moving like they should and I'm happy. I hope all of my friends had a great holiday season and I wish everyone a wonderful year to come. I'm going to try to become more regular with my posting again, but we'll see.Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-90281493340340771152011-11-15T14:48:00.000-07:002011-11-15T14:49:48.318-07:00I Want<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYj4sV2v1dtD6bI9cvKa9wREbPOvPoIp-ra6DSZj-32TI4Ka3nVnF1R1MPiDinCPWx0pW_yOVE8boO3SgWQsN1SnT8tTrqEdAgilqQlxCNimtGw-cJVhY3wdSieXW2V1BeTnSgdIdZJkyi/s1600/hero1_20111024.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>I want. I want. I want. Seriously though, I can't decide: Kindle Fire, Nook Tablet, or (bite the expensive bullet) iPad?<br />
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<i>love, Jarom</i><br />
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Jarom is such a brilliant little man, who is so lucky to have parents that are instilling old-school manners in him. Really, the "thank you" card is virtually lost in our society, but this six year old makes it look so good.<br />
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Speaking of awesome. Jarom's fabulous mom bought us a really great piece of calligraphy on Etsy (I wish I knew the name of the artist, but I don't), and I am finally getting around to hanging it on our wall. (Sorry, Tse, you know how hectic life can get.) The picture doesn't do it justice, it is so beautiful.<br />
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"The library connects us with the insight and knowledge gainfully extracted from Nature, of the greatest minds that ever were, with the best teachers, drawn from the entire planet and from all our history, to instruct us without tiring, and to inspire us to make our own contributions to the collective knowledge of the human species. I think the health of our civilization, the depth of our awareness about the underpinnings of our culture and our concern for the future can all be tested by how well we support our libraries." -Carl Sagan, CosmosChelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-78209501748833915352011-11-05T19:41:00.000-06:002011-11-05T19:41:59.410-06:00Roku for the WinSteve, thanks for moving in with your awesome boyfriend. It is because he already owned a Roku that you gave us yours for free and we are eternally grateful. The Roku streams our Netflix on our wonderful television. It also streams Hulu Plus and loads of other free movie channels. You can even purchase the UFC events. I think we pay sixteen dollars per month for Netflix, which is sooooo much cheaper than cable; so, despite the fact that I really miss the Food Network, TLC, and HBO, we'll stick with this magic little box and Netflix (regardless of the new price increase). <br />
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Oh, and Steve, congratulations on the happy, healthy relationship. We love Bryon too.Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-88028018283789365452011-11-03T11:20:00.000-06:002011-11-03T11:20:33.243-06:00Happy (Late) Halloween<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> We had a Halloween party for the nieces, nephews and Jarom on the 15th: it was an absolute blast! We ate Jack O' Lantern pizza, drank witches brew and decorated cookies. Like any good party, we played games including: the mummy wrap, doughnut eating, and pin the smile on the Jack O' Lantern. The kids each received a goodie bag with gummy pumpkins, fangs, fingertips, spider rings, googly glassses, flashlights and temporary tattoos. We ended the night with Disney's "Halloweentown," and because that freaked the kids out, we followed it up with "Despicable Me."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Morgenstern paints such a vivid and fanciful picture of the black and white circus, that I found myself wishing that it was real. I also found myself wishing that this book would be made into a movie. Apparently, Summit has picked up film rights, I hope they do it some justice (the <i>Twilight </i>series was their doing, so I'm feeling some trepidation on that front).<i> </i> I fell in love with the characters. I cried when one of them died, smiled when two of them were born, and I rooted for the magicians in love. <br />
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"The Night Circus" has such broad appeal with its dark elements; Prospero the magician teaches his young daughter to heal herself with magic by slitting the tops of her fingers open, and its romantic side, which allows us to peer into a crowded ballroom as Marco grasps Celia in her color-changing gown for a lustful kiss. <br />
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This book won't disappoint. If it takes you more than four days to read, I will be surprised (I found myself stealing time to read every chance I could).<br />
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That is all.Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-16342300803095144022011-10-06T23:57:00.000-06:002011-10-06T23:57:46.474-06:00Tactile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A great majority of my life is defined through my perpetual love affair with food.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This bad boy is like a sex toy for foodies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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This picture warms my heart and has love written all over it. Absolutely adorable.Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-11045639021831975822011-09-23T08:22:00.000-06:002011-09-23T08:22:33.581-06:00Tastes of InauthenticityI should have known when we walked in the front door. There was paneling on the walls, and the constant din of a fan or swamp cooler. The place was sparsely decorated. I thought they were closed because of the general disarray, but I was hungry, and sometimes the best food comes from dives (right, Guy Fieri?). These were the thoughts when Ben and I walked into <a href="http://tasteofindialayton.com/">Taste of India</a> in West Jordan, and in retrospect, we should have just walked out.<br />
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I had the chicken coconut korma, and Ben had the chicken tikka masala. We ordered the naan fusion basket, because we can't get enough of good naan. We didn't get any good naan with our order. The naan was doughy; doughy to the point that I could pull pieces off and roll it up into little balls. Not to mention, they forgot the bread basket, and we only received it after I asked the waitress about it.<br />
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The curries were soupy and bland. I literally asked the server if the sauce was from a jar, to which she said she needed to go ask the kitchen. Bad sign. Sorry, sweet server, the terrible food isn't your fault but I had to know. They said the food was fresh, but let me tell you: they lied. I make Indian food at home, and I eat it every chance I can, that slop was from a jar. <br />
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$45 later, we walked out disappointed and feeling slightly sick. <br />
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I am not hard to please. I don't have an insanely refined palate, but I was truly disappointed. I don't know if anyone else has been to one of their two locations, but the dinner we had was so disgusting that I want to warn everyone to avoid the hell out of that place. <br />
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If you want Indian food go to these places:<br />
<a href="http://www.himalayankitchen.com/">Himalayan Kitchen</a><br />
<a href="http://www.starofindiaonline.com/">Star of India</a><br />
<a href="http://www.indiahousecuisine.com/ordereze/1000/Page.aspx">India House</a><br />
<a href="http://www.bombayhouse.com/index.html">Bombay House</a><br />
<a href="http://indiafusionrestaurant.com/">India Fusion</a>Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-59564743771560676852011-09-22T17:47:00.000-06:002011-09-22T17:47:25.871-06:00HalloweenAccording to the feeling in the air and the stores, it is time to decorate for Halloween. I didn't realize how much I loved Halloween decorations until I walked into the Hobby Lobby and almost orgasmed. I picked up some cute stuff for great prices.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Indoor Wall Hangy Thing: $12 @ Hobby Lobby</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Window sill decor: $6 @Hobby Lobby</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I also bought some Halloween dishtowels for $5 at Target.<br />
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It was great fun going with my friend Mallory for a day of shopping. We lusted over things we couldn't afford and compared prices on the stuff we could, it was an uber-successful shopping day.Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-90487384406493159702011-09-21T17:17:00.000-06:002011-09-21T17:17:02.016-06:0015 lbsThis past year I have gained fifteen pounds (and I haven't lost one of 'em). I find myself bitching about it quite a bit, but when I eat a bag of these babies, the fifteen seems worth it. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0fFgJWWaql672KPR7YLr1WOWhfvnofOyd0ajLXtuu_S7mrxMRCvBUOgjIPPwVv6cIsy-QH1EX2FS-SzUsaXrZ4yqlv_BfjIunYOIJu1A1FXZmLi4diwuSx4BFWUmp4vE4oJRNytKIci8/s1600/IMAG0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0fFgJWWaql672KPR7YLr1WOWhfvnofOyd0ajLXtuu_S7mrxMRCvBUOgjIPPwVv6cIsy-QH1EX2FS-SzUsaXrZ4yqlv_BfjIunYOIJu1A1FXZmLi4diwuSx4BFWUmp4vE4oJRNytKIci8/s400/IMAG0004.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Just so you know, Vanilla Tootsies are the bees knees, and now they are sold by the bag. Uh-oh.Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-36859112159143882262011-09-19T15:56:00.000-06:002011-09-19T15:56:17.904-06:00Dodging BulletsOver Labor Day weekend my dad was in a pretty nasty car crash. A deer jumped in front of his truck while he was coming home from the elk hunt, and when he swerved to miss the loping mammal, he rolled the length of a football field. Thankfully, someone saw this happen and stopped. Life flight took my dad to the regional hospital in Provo. They thought he had back and neck fractures, but after the swelling went down, he was cleared on that front. He did have a concussion, broke five ribs, and bruised his lungs. <br />
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Ben and I were camping when I found out, and the two hour drive from Mineral Basin in American Fork Canyon, to the hospital in Provo was the longest trip I have ever experienced in my life. I was cursing camping and crying the whole ride there. When we arrived, he looked surprisingly well, aside from the tubes and hospital gadgets. He was in the hospital until September 11th, but he's home now, and he's doing alright.<br />
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Well, sorta...<br />
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Here I am, celebrating the luck that my dad has, and I just found out today that he has a tumor on his adrenal gland. Initially, they thought it was a "bleeder" or general trauma from the accident, but today they called to let him know that it is an actual mass.<br />
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I shouldn't freak out too bad, because we don't know if it's malignant. Right?<br />
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I suppose we'll find out this week, and just move from there.Chelsea Kilpackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02520710253876091680noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3960764105550038023.post-91045442232433647012011-09-02T14:31:00.000-06:002011-09-02T14:31:40.812-06:00SlackingI have been slacking in the blog department, but such is life, right?<br />
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Here is the skinny on the past few weeks:<br />
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Ben and I took Jarom to the zoo for his sixth birthday celebration, and we had an absolute blast! The Zoorasic Park exhibit that <a href="http://www.hoglezoo.org/">Utah's Hogle Zoo</a> hosted was a sight to be seen. The dinosaurs were very realistic, and the little man loved them. The dinosaurs are gone now, but if you haven't been to the zoo this summer, I recommend going. Sometimes the animals seem sad, but zoos are generally a wonderful place for knowledge, and the animals tend to be well taken care of (that's my take for those of you that are ambivalent about zoos). On a lighter note, I braved the reptile house for longer than I felt was necessary, but I suppose that is a step toward personal growth?<br />
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Aesop Rock and the Hail Mary Mallon crew performed with Kimya Dawson at the Urban Lounge, and the show rocked my world!!! Hail Mary Mallon played new music, and Aes and Kimya debuted some of their new material for an album they are working on. Watch this video to get a taste (warning, you will want to cry): <br />
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Natalie had a bachelorette party where we ate at The Garage in North Salt Lake, and afterward we all had a "few" drinks at the Marriott downtown. The burger at The Garage is delish, and their wings are pretty damn good too, for those that are interested. Her party was every ounce as fabulous as she is. Words can't express how fun it was to let loose with a group of funny, intelligent women. Alek and Nat tie the knot on Saturday, and I'm eagerly waiting to see how beautiful their celebration will be. The update that follows their wedding will likely be a verbose one. (Speaking of, check out <a href="http://ayummylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/natalies-bridals.html">Nat's gorgeous bridal pictures.)</a><br />
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All-in-all: school is flowing along nicely, the gym is fantastic (I've been choking suckas on a regular basis), Ben and I are fantastic, my friends are behaving in their usual (aka marvelous) fashion, and I couldn't be happier. <br />
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I swear, I'll update with some pictures, it's just a matter of time.<br />
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