Friday, October 31, 2008
After Trevor finished taking these pictures of me I told him that I needed pictures of him as well for our Halloween post. At first he refused, saying he was not dressed up. I insisted and told him to just pull the scariest face that he could. He thought about it and then got this mischievous look across his face and told me to wait in the living room. He dashed away and came back with his sunglasses on, which he then slowly and dramatically took off proclaiming, "I'm Horation Caine."
For those who don't know Horatio Caine is the cheesy lead actor on CSI Miami - he is awful, all he does is slide his sunglasses on and off of his face, accompanying the movement with some cheesy one-liner. I could hardly snap the picture, I was laughing so hard. My hubby as Horatio was certainly the most hilarious highlight of the night. I looked up a bunch of pics from CSI Miami on the internet and made Trevor stand in the same poses. You can see how he compares!
Ready for some investigating?..oooo..ooo....I feel a goofy one liner coming on.....
Now which CSI would you go out with?
All Trev needs is the Miami cityscape behind him...he could be Horatio's stunt double!
I have no more words...I am laughing too hard. Happy Halloween everyone!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Since it will be Halloween tomorrow I decided it is finally time to show off my cute Halloween decor. I usually don't pat myself on the back quite so much, but I made most of our Halloween. decorations, so I am saying Way to go creative me! Happy Halloween all. Hope you have a fabulous night of mischief.
Our entry table in the hallway is my favorite. It is sort of fuzzy in this picture...so here are some closer-ups. The orange sign says "Linderman's Little Shop of Horrors."
And the least expensive Halloween decoration of all! Ghosts made out of Kleenex! I know, I know, I am a total nerd. The really telling part of this picture is the two bowls on candy on the table...that was supposed to be Halloween candy for Trick Or Treaters...and they used to be full...and only two adults live here....
Here is my cute Dining Room table. My mom gave me all my Halloween table stuff for my birthday two years ago.
Here is our front door. Now don't you just want to come trick or treat at my house? Just treats please....no tricks :)
Happy Halloween from the Lindermans!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
The police explained that it was likely the thief or thieves just took my cash and wallet out of my purse and then threw it out the window. Aside from the nightmare of canceling and reissuing all of my credit stuff I have been pretty depressed over losing my wallet. See, I purchased that wallet from a little old lady on a street corner in Russia when I was living there. It is a hand sewn leather tri-fold that I love. While it wasn't loaded with cash (only $40) the day my wallet disappeared it was loaded with sentimental value.
Today while wiling away my office hours on campus I received a phone call from Wells Fargo Bank, they were calling to tell me that a gentleman had turned in my wallet to their branch. Apparently he had found my wallet while out walking. The two items were found on opposite ends of town. My wallet still had my faculty ID, my Driver's License, my ATM card, and my social Security card in it...along with the school pictures of my siblings. Can you believe that?
When my purse was first stolen I spent the night asking Trevor "What kind of person would do something like that? Maliciously drive down an out-of-the-way street and break into a car to take something that isn't theirs?" I couldn't understand. And for a girl who usually has an immense faith in the power and goodness of the human race the whole event shattered some naivety.
But I am feeling better about our species today. Two good Samaritans, plus helpful bankers, police officers and credit monitors to one crumb who stole my purse in the first place? I think I will take those kind of odds and keep believing and betting on that we are all generally and innately good.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
I'd left it in the car (something I have been told countless times not to do by my husband and my grandfather). We left for church. Came home and around 6:00 PM I got a phone call from the police asking if I had lost my purse or had it stolen. I went out to the driveway to look in the car, the passenger door was slightly ajar, slim-jimmed.
Trevor and I went down to the police station. They had recovered my purse from the side of the road. Becuase I am always slightly paronoid of big brother governemnt I was almost more concerned with how they had know the nearly-empty purse was mine and how they had found my cell phone number. Turns out, the thieves had left my Costco card in my purse and the police had called Costco and Costco gave them the phone number I'd used to register with. We filled out a stolen property report (like it will do much good) and spent the rest of the night calling and canceling credit cards and checking accounts.
Monday I started to work at putting my life back together. Missing were my social secutiry card, my Driver's license and all my credit and debit cards. I called the Equifax credit report to place a security fraud alert on my and Trevor's names. I spent nearly an hour on hold to reach a representative. Turns out, that was not the most excruiating part of the process. I nw had to prove that I was actually Chelsi Sutton to this person and prove that I owned all the credit cards listed in my name. To do this I was required to list all my credit cards, the month and year I opene them, what my availalbe credit line of each card was, and what my balance due was down to the exact cent. At first, I thought that this would not be a problem, since Trevor and I do all of our banking and money managament online. It would be easy to access all that information...easy until I realized that by canceling my credit cards the night before Visa and Discover had cancelled all my billing history. I had none of the informtaion. All I could do was start to try and guess at the answers. The poor represntative was no help, I would throw out a guess to a question and ask, "Am I close?" and all she could say was "Please confirm another credit card." Which I am pretty sure is customer-service-legal speak for "you are dead wrong and I don't think you are who you say you are." I finally guessed and fudged enough answers to convince her I was me. She then flagged my account. This means that no credit can be opened in my name without calling me first. Equifax, for all my complaining, is really helpful and passes on the alert to the other two major credit organizations. We also life-locked our names and social security numbers and put Discover ID theft insurance on ourselves for the next four months.
I have since called the social security office and the DMV to report my identification stolen. I have turned in a stolen Faculty ID form at work. However, I am without documents to prove who I am and now have to wait for a birth certificate and a new marriage liscense to come in the mail from the state. It has been exahusting and frusterating. And it has got me thinking about how much of our lives boil down to our paper trail. Maybe we are nothing more than a set of numbers and streams of personal code. It seems like a cold and hollow sense of self. It was interesting to me while I was throwing together the above mosaic in Flickr to see what sorts of photos people had tagged under phrases like "personal ID" and "Credit card" Three to one, or maybe even more, were photos of people in reclining positions with serene looks on their faces, or collages of personal items like teddy bears and hair combs stacked together, or family snapshots to every photo of a simple document. It seems that I am not the only one out there who has a need to explain that my life is more than a set of certificates and nine digit codes.
Ithink that is why I love the whole blogging thing so much. In so many ways it seems like we post our stories, pictures and words up here day afte day, not because we are simply asking each other to read and comment, but maybe on some sort of deeper level we are wanting others to be witnesses to our lives. To offer us some reassurance that on this planet of 6.7 billion people and trillions of numercial codes to represent each we exist, we are unique, and others out there know us.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
That is right! I rode my bike with my dog today for the first time since breaking my arm. the week before we left on our hunting trip Trevor (who is home by the way and did get a deer) began asking me if I wanted to go on bike rides with him and Ripsi. I balked and told him that I didn't think my arm was up to it yet. Truth is I was mostly just scared to get back on my bike again. Today I decided that I couldn't be a wimp anymore, and while Trevor was at work I got the dog, got my bike and got on.
I was pretty much terrified for the first fifteen minutes of the ride. I kept second guessing my dog and myself, waiting for her to jerk me off the bike again and break another bone. If someone had been walking beside us they would have been moving faster than the rate I was pedaling. I eventually got a bit braver. Not a lot braver, we just went in circles around the church parking lot for about a half hour, but we did go faster. I think I will be ready to hit the bike path again this week.
After our ride Ripsi and I went to the local dogpark, quite possibly the favorite place in town for both of us, and we spent two hours playing fetch. There are two other dogs who regularly come to the dog park, a Boxer called Kira and a standard poodle called Oso, that love to play fetch and I didn't think the three of them would ever get tired.
Between biking and throwing a slobbery ball all night my arm has had quite the work out, I'm calling it my physical therapy for the evening. This is my and Ripsi's self-taken photo for the night. I love my dog and love being able to play and bike with her again. It was a good day.
Friday, October 24, 2008
The budget should be balanced, the Treasury should be refilled, public debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed lest Rome become bankrupt. People must again learn to work, instead of living on public assistance. -- Cicero , 55 BC
Thursday, October 23, 2008
****Apologies in advance to anyone that I anger. I do truely love you all and am sorry to use you as my political blah recepatcle bin. and I really don't think I am quite as angry of a person as I sound in this post, but then again, I suppose you never know :0)*****
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
To distract myself I go grocery shopping (to buy food I won't eat til Trev comes home anyway) take really long bubble baths and watch Heroes (Thanks Mom for getting me the DVDs) blog, check everyone else's blog, clean, and....change my hairstyle. That is right - here is the new look. My darling friend Angie cut and curled it. I think I will wear it curly from now on, Angie sowed me how to curl it in under 10 minutes. She also put some fun blonde in it. Plus she visited with me for a couple of hours. Now I am back to being lonely, but at least I have fun, new hair. These are not the most flattering self-portraits, but what else can you do when your photographer is off in the mountains?
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I stole this from a friend's blog because I loved the idea! It was really fun and made me feel all sorts of artistic. The original questions dealt with summer activities, but after our hunting trip I am feeling fallish....
And I am dying to see what the rest of you create, so I think I will turn this into a tag of sorts...I tag Cyn, Lacy, Beth, Shalee, Stacey, Kelsey, Di, Heather, and Bluefish (unless you hate these sort of things - which I can completely see) and anyone else who feels so inclined....
So here is what you do:
Create a mosaic based on the following questions:
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite autumn food?
3. What was your favorite movie?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your favorite celebrity?
6. Favorite autumn drink?
7. Dream Vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
10. Your favorite Flower?
11. One word to describe you.
12. Favorite Fall activity.
The instructions to create the mosaic are:
Type your answers to each of the questions into
Using only the first page, pick an image
Copy and paste each of the URLs into the
There is a spring on our property where we go to get water. It is the best, coldest, purest water ever. There is an old tin cup that hangs beside the troughs that the spring runs into. We always say if you can drink a whole cup of water with one breath than you can have the cup. The cup has been there for my entire lifetime. And, yeah....everyone drinks out of the same cup...what can I say...it's like we are all family up there!
A Hunter's Lunch...most of the conversations here start with "Remember when" and most of the stories grow bigger and bigger the longer and longer we sit.
Why does everything taste better when cooked over a campfire?
This is a mosaic of just some of the wildlife we saw. We saw so many deer! Though not as many yearlings as we would have liked, mostly we saw does with fawns. Just a hunting, wildlife management tidbit for any of interest: if you do not see so many yearlings it likely means that the winter kill was hard on the herd population, either because of lack of feed or because of an increase of natural predators. The Fish and Game Cop we talked to told us that this time last year they logged over 100 deer from hunters, this year they have only logged 28. We have also had trail cam pictures with up to 4 mountain lions at a time in one shot, have seen a lot of bears and have seen Mountain lion and bear tracks on the mountain.
TAG #1: Questions:
1. 1. If every job paid $50,000 a year, and you had no physical or mental limitations, what would you do?
Be a wedding planner
2. What is your current church calling? What do you like about it? What have some of your other callings been?
My current church calling is…MEMBER! That is right – I don’t have a calling right now (other than visiting teaching) and I love it. Though the Bishop keeps telling me it is not going to last long. I think my favorite calling ever has been being the Primary Presidency secretary. I have also been a relief society teacher and a primary teacher. *** HA! It has been so long since I started this post that I actually just got a calling - I am now the Primary Chorister. I am not excited about this yet. I am actually terrified. I start this Sunday.
3. Name a person you regularly encounter (outside your family) who brightens your day.
Hmmm. There are so many…how do you name them all? Pretty much anytime I run into anyone I know I walk away happy. I am also am super happy and excited if an old friend I haven’t spoken to in awhile calls. 4. In twenty years, what do you think you will miss most about your life now?
I am stealing this answer from Lyndi, who tagged me, but she really hit it right on the head: How simple it is right now. We can basically do whatever we want at this point in our lives.
5. What’s something you appreciate about your spouse?
6. What is your favorite routine, household chore?
7. What’s a book you return to occasionally?
The Godfather by Mario Puzo….that is right…the one the movie is based off of. I love this book.
8.Favorite Small Pleasure:
9. Favorite time of the day?
10. Name a person who performed what they thought was a small act of service, but ended up being a big deal to you:
11. Name someone who somehow changed your life:
12. Consider what you do each day. Think of one attribute or trait that you bring to your daily work that is a strength—what is something you do really well?
I have a hard-core work ethic and am endlessly ambitious. I always push myself just a little bit harder. I love my job and think I am good at it.
I tag.... Lacy, Angela, Ashley, Clarissa, Suzy and Kylie….Can’t wait to read all of your interesting and intriguing answers.
Tag #2: FOURTH PHOTO TAGThe Rules: Go to your pictures, go to the 4th file and then find the 4th photo in that file. Post the picture....
This is a photo from when Trevor and I were dating. He was working for Cache County on a Voter Outreach program. Trevor is very politically aware and involved in politics. It is one of the things I love the most about him...even if we disagree on majority of views.
Also, thank you to all who came out to celebrate Trevor's last day of chemotherapy with us. We were humbled and overwhelmed by your love and support. We could not have made it through this year without all of you. We know that there are a lot of you out there who wanted to come, but just couldn't make it. We are grateful for your support as well. We love you all and had a great time eating and visiting with each of you!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
As we have been getting ready to head up north for the next five days we have been running around like crazy making sure everything was arranged for at our house. We won't be taking Ripsi with us, and so one of the things on our list of "things-to-do-before-we-leave-or-go-crazy" has been to find her a babysitter. We have a great neighbor who is an extremely responsible 16 year old (I beg you please, I stress enough about leaving - don't leave me any comments making me doubt the responsibility of 16 year olds). He will be coming over daily to feed, walk and generally play with the dog, as well as just check on the house. It has been cold in St. George this past week (I know I know - I have become a desert wimp). So I insisted that we get Ripsi a doghouse before we go. We used to always bring her into the house at night when we lived in Logan, and since we moved down here we still let her into the garage to go to sleep. She has not spent that many night's outside, and even though Trevor tells me she is "just a dog, and will be just fine." I worry. So we got her a house. However, she does not seem to like it so far. I have tried everything I can think of to get her to go inside. I put her pillows and blankets inside and she just drags them out to sleep on the grass. I put dog treats inside and she will only put two paws inside the little doggy door, stretch way in, snatch the treat and bolt out. Last night Trevor suggested maybe I should crawl in the dog house. I am not sure if this was a serious suggestion or if he just thought it would be funny...yeah, I have one of those husbands. Anyway - here are the pics and a video of my attempt to lure my puppy into her igloo. (Who's idea was it that all doghouses should look like igloos? I think this is lame.) She still has not gone inside of it. We made her sleep outside last night, but she just hauled all of her pillows and blankets out onto the lawn. Oh well, I guess she will be ok, I sure hope so, we leave in just about an hour!
Hmm....so no video - I have not figured how to add that yet. I will work to add it later.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Today, however, after my Monday night English 2010 class, I heard the oddest inquiry yet. It came from a male student and went something like this:
"I am doing a project for my History class as well this semester. My history class focuses all on how women are breaking the glass ceiling and stuff. So we have been talking a lot about, like Sarah Palin and Hillary Clinton. It is pretty cool, and I have a project I wondered if you could help me with. I am going to do like a photo collage or maybe a big power point presentation, I haven't exactly decided yet, but I think that I want it to be just images of women in my life that have authority over me - so could you take a picture with me where you are like standing on my back in high heels under the DSC sign, you know, to represent women in power in education."
I am not kidding. And on top of that:
"And do you think, if you will do it I mean, that you could wear the same outfit you are like wearing today? I think the high heels and leg warmers would be good for it."
Here is the kicker, I never saw this coming. This student has been one of my favorites. He is a dedicated class participant, he is always prepared and often sends me emails with focused, intelligent questions. He brings just enough humor to class to keep it fun for everyone and often makes me laugh as an instructor. He is the sort of student that makes me enjoy my job.
But I am pretty sure that standing on student's backs in heels and leg-warmers is not part of my job description. Who knows, it might even violate FERPA or certainly the code of professionalism. Plus there is a little paranoid side of me that thinks it would be easy with photoshop to make such a photo look massively inappropriate and destroy my career. I do not think this student has any sort of intentions along those lines, like I said, he really is a good kid and immensely enjoy having him in class. It is simply a strange request.
To buy myself some time I told him I was not sure, that I would need to see his History teacher's assignment description, and that I have a very full schedule. I was too caught off guard just to say no. Which is what I want to say...along with all of the other great things you think you should have said after such a moment has passed. Things like:
What I want to point out is the logical fallacy in the image anyway, teaching has always been a predominately female vocation (albeit not traditionally so on the collegiate level) plus he is a pre-med major and is going to end making a whole lot more money than I ever will. And, any male instructor on campus wields the same amount of authority over him as I do, so I am not sure I am the best example. I haven't said any of these things yet, I was too blindsided by the bizarre request. Mostly I am hoping the focus of his project shifts or that he forgets about it by next week.
So - that was my most interesting experience of the day...and because I know a few of you out there have cracked up each time I have mentioned leg-warmers, here is a pic of the stand-on-my-back-please inspiring outfit. What can I say? I am an 80's baby and love the leg-warmers...and at least they are not in any sort of "day glow" shade!(Thanks again Kati for the cute dress from Christmas last year! I still obviously love it. And thanks Hillary and Stacey for talking me into getting the leg warmers - I wear them all the time!)
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Why don't I indeed?
So, on October 16 at the Chuck-A-Rama in Salt Lake City, Utah at 6:00 PM we will be having an informal dinner gathering to celebrate Trevor and the amazing accomplishment of completing this grueling year of cancer treatments. We would like to invite everybody and anybody available to join us. The restaurant is located at: 744 E 400 S. in Salt Lake City. I haven't had much time to make up formal invitations, but I am sending around this letter and email to all of our non-blogging support network. I have copied and pasted it below:
Dear Friends and Family,
We are excited to announce that Trevor has finished his Cancer treatments! It has been a long and challenging year, but in many ways a truly incredible year as well. October 16, 2008, marks his final day of chemotherapy and we will be in Salt Lake that day for follow-up doctor visits.
Many of you have been asking if we could swing by and say hi, visit and catch up that day, since we have not been able to spend as much time with dear friends and family as we would like, after moving to St. George. Because we would like to see all of you, we have decided that we will be going out to dinner to celebrate Trevor’s completion of chemotherapy and to toast the upcoming years full of good health and happiness. We would like to invite you all to join us.
This will be an informal gathering and dinner at the Chuck-A-Rama restaurant in Salt Lake City. All of Trevor’s immediate family will be there, and several members of Chelsi’s family. We would love to see any others who feel they can come. Please understand, that we know this is a lot to ask. Many live outside of Salt Lake and we do not expect you to drive down just for a couple hours of dining. We simply wanted to extend this invitation to all those who have showed us such kindness, love and support over the last year, so much so that we do not have words for our gratitude. If you are close or in the area, or do feel like making the long drive we would love to see you and thank you in person.
Please know how dearly we love each of you. One of the blessings of this trial has been the opportunity for us to witness the outpouring of human kindness and goodness from those around us. Thank you, thank you to all who sent cards, brought over dinners and goodies, made sweet supportive phone calls, covered extra work shifts, substituted classes, provided rides back and forth from doctor offices, offered helpful suggestions, offered hugs and encouraging pats on the back, knelt in prayers, crossed your fingers, and generally sent good thoughts and warm wishes our way. We can never express how these kind acts sustained us through this year. Know that your support and love has meant the world to us.
We will have LIVESTRONG armbands to hand out to everyone at dinner. They are yellow wristbands, the proceeds of which go to support cancer research. They were inspired by Lance Armstrong, a prominent cancer survivor and biker, who has inspired Trevor to train for a Triathlon next year. You can learn more about this organization and cancer research at livestrong.org.
Thank you again for all each of you has done, and here is to Trevor’s amazing accomplishment and many years of happiness and health for us all!
Trevor and Chelsi Linderman
PLEASE CALL OR EMAIL CHELSI WITH ANY QUESTIONS OR TO ASK ABOUT CARPOOLS
*** If you can make it we would love to see you there!***
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
I have even been known to contemplate the many acquaintances from the course of my life with this thought in mind, "who would be likely to have a blog?" And then I google their names. Some of you may be laughing out loud right now...not because this is necessarily funny...but because it is pathetically true (after all, you know it is how I found you!).
I get cranky when people do not update their blogs. I periodically call my little sister and leave threatening voice mails on her cell phone, along the lines of, "Update! Update! or I will return your Christmas gift!" To these she responds, "Who made you the blogging police." I have no real, valid answer to this. It is a self appointed position.
And now, to top it all off, I have become a pusher. That is right. I am pushing blogging. First I begged my sister to make a blog. When she put it off for too long I simply made one for her. I try to subtly work into every conversation something like this:
Innocent friend: "My tomatoes didn't grow very well this year. I think it was too hot."
ME: "Oh - do you know what I hear helps with tomatoes? Blogging. Yep. That's right. Blogging. Does wonders for your garden. Do you have a blog? Here, let me show you what it's all about. It'll change your life. I swear."
My latest blogging conquest has been my sweet in-laws. Trevor's parents hadn't been here more than 24 hours before I cornered his mother and helped her construct her very own blog. I am so happy to welcome them to the blogosphere! They have lots of fun pictures up recounting their summer activities and have promised me they will update regularly. I have warned them that I will take every necessary step to ensure that they do...because I need those around me to feed my addiction...I can't get enough...and if they don't I will never let them see my firstborn child, and that is a serious threat to any perspective, some-day-to-be grandparents.
Check out their blog and leave them lots of comments!
Here is their link:
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Cami and I met in graduate school. She has been a good friend over the past two years. I was also really excited to see my other graduate school friends Kati and Nicole. The four of us were inseparable for the past two years. We took classes together, ate stale donuts and browning fruit in the English Department offices together, celebrated our successes together, wrote 20 page papers together, coached each other through 100+ page thesis writing, cried, laughed, hugged, shopped, and talked and talked and talked. It was a wonderful night to spend with Kati and Nicole and a privilege to share Cami's special event.
Kati is in red and Nicole is in white. There is nothing like candlelight for perfect ambiance.