Yes, our family blog. We're doing it!! (Well, I am)
Before I really start this thing, let me just say that no one's perfect.
You see, while we are but two lowly inhabitants of earth who-in fact-need NO introduction, I'm absolutely insist up on it. I'll begin by disclosing to you (the general public) what impressive people we are. After, I'll illustrate to you (in extensive detail) all the brilliant things we've done for the world simply by being alive and finding each other.
Then I'll conclude by saying some things that are true.
So let's talk about me!
ME. {The greatest thing to come out of the 80s'}
I know I know, pretty hard to believe when some 80's highlights include ridiculous shoelaces, Michael Jackson and yes, Prozac. But I didn't ask for this, and refuse to be persecuted for it. My name is Chelsea.
I'm a different kind of awesome.
Let me try and explain.
If I were a natural disaster, I'd be an active erupting volcano. Sort of like the one is Pisa Italy years back. Come on, you know the one I'm talking about. It obliterated thousands up thousands of people based simply on the fact that it was spontaneous and fast? The world just wasn't ready. Most of all the locals (ALL of the locals?) were petrified instantly because of molten ash. May they all rest in peace. Now, I haven't killed anyone-that you know of-but I frequently take the world by surprise, like said volcano. Bafflement, blank stares, and drooling are pretty dependable symptoms. [instant petrification if ya know what I mean]. I guess that's what happens when you're incredibly good looking also but.. whatevs..
But let me ask you, have YOU ever backpacked through Italy (at 19) by yourself for a few months? Didn't think so. What about lived on nothing but bamboo rat (that you had to trap, skin, and gut yourself) in the festering jungles of Thailand for several weeks? No?!
Then you've probably never been black either. Don't feel bad, we can't all be.
It's not like I think I'm superior to anyone or anything...
I'd like to write more but frankly I think the world might be a tad bit overloaded by what I've shared thus far0-about myself. I'll conclude my self introduction by sharing 3 fun facts about me. Cause let's face it, who doesn't love a good fun fact or three?
1)First of all, I think I'm racist. And I also think it's funny. I heard a great new black joke the other day. What do you call the black stuff between an elephants toes? Slow natives! Ha! Get it! Boss.
2) Next, I don't enjoy being around people that wear substandard footwear. I don't care what anyone says. Shoes are important, IF you're going to wear them. If you don't have good quality shoes, please go barefoot. I'd rather see your fungus infected toenails, moles, and hair hobbit feet then scruffy looking trainers. Seriously.
3) I secretly aspire to become a tightrope walker.
So about my counterpart; Cristian.
He would probably say that I'm right about most of the things I wrote, but that I'm wrong about a lot more. Which is too bad since I'm the one who will probably keep this literature up :D. While I am an active erupting volcano, I believe he would say he's more like a hurricane. Starts off small but once he gets going he can really cause some damage. He's predictable to an extent but no one is ever really sure when he'll hit, and they'll never know how hard it will be. All that being said I can see him rolling his eyes and saying "Yes, but Chels who REALLY wants to be compared to a natural disaster" (and he'd have a valid point). What in the world was all that about?
I think we've got a pretty great story.
So "how we met" is up next.
I was a waitress.
And he was hungry.
I think you know where this is going.
A few minutes after bringing him and his chums food he called me back to the table to say that...basically he hated everything on the plate. I did the waitress thing, apologized, offered to bring him something else, blah blah blah, he refused on every account. I guess I could have tried harder to cut some kind of deal with my manager so he didn't have to pay at all-but truth is he was pretty rude and yes, he still ended up paying for it. Well-half of it. But if I know my husband I know he didn't take that very well and I'm sure, once he and his friend left, it was all a slew of profanities about how sucky the food was, how awful the waitress was, and how he was never going to come back.
So why he left his number for me on a ratty napkin that day was something of a mystery for a very long time. It's no longer a mystery for me. But it will be for all of you. I'll be taking THAT to the grave.
I texted the number.
8 months later he proposed (Nov 19) and a few months after that we married (Jan 21).
In the middle of all that we found out I was expecting with a little girl. Violet Alexis Navas, who should be making her debut into the world sometime late May. Life was pretty steady for me, and I think for him also before our worlds collided. And since we met it's been quite the adventure of ups and downs, good times and difficult times, but I think the thing that matters most is we love each other and are so excited to start our little family.
As I continue to write you'll come to learn more and more about us.
I think we're exceptional and we wanted to give you the opportunity to let some of that rub off on you by letting you take a little peek into our lives. So yeah, you're welcome. :D
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