Monday, November 30, 2009


I've never been the most romantically-charged woman. Or at least, I've never been a stereotypical romantic girl. I only like Pride and Prejudice when I'm feeling blue, I don't like Patrick Dempsey, I think Twilight is alright for an afternoon read but not much more, I didn't write "Elisabeth Chandler" until my name was no longer "Elisabeth Bogart", I don't need Mr. C. to bring me flowers on a regular basis, and I'm comfortable with the fact that sometimes love doesn't work out.

But sometimes love takes me by surprise.

I'm surprised by how many people search for love and can't find it. I'm surprised by the fact that some people shut down love because they're scared of it and I'm surprised that, despite this, love still makes the world go round. I think that we often forget that love is not a simple word. Love is one of the only words that can fit into any part of a sentence, but mostly love is an action verb. Along with this, love is not just romance. Love can be found in all corners of your life, and I think this is forgotten too much. I love the feeling of falling in love with words, with ideas, and with art. I love so many different things, and sometimes the way these correlate make me love everything just a little bit more.

For example, I have not been feeling well the past few weeks, and two weeks ago I found some old sweatpants I used to wear every time I painted. The pants are trashed. Naturally, I wore them and have worn them to class three or four times since. And Mr. C.? He's not even embarrassed. He still loves me even in my painted sweats. Weirdly, this makes me love Mr. C. more...

It also makes me love my sweat pants more.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

This Probably Shouldn't be so Funny...

All afternoon, we've been watching Hitler's reactions to [fill in the blank].
I'm not a big Twilight fan, but this made me and Mr. C. laugh so hard:

Hope it made you laugh too!

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Bedroom Makeover

It's still not quite done but I love it much more than before.
We like full walls.
Sharing a room is FUN!

Libraries Are Quiet

[There's a second video where Andrew told me the library would throw me out.
But that one was more embarrassing so it's filed away on the computer.]

When we got there, of course, Andrew read some picture books to me.
His dream job is to be a picture book reader.
And this was his FAVORITE one.
Not because of the name of the character, but because he empathized with the story:


I broke a chair during our film class as I tried to tuck my leg under my other leg. Sadly, the chair was not available for documentation so one of our kitchen chairs will have to do

Mr. C. likes to study in our bed.

I let (sometimes make) him because when he studies late at night on the couch, he ends up sleeping there and then I am lonely all night long.

If You Take A Late Night and Combine it With Three Papers

You might get one done, and you might sleep for three hours.
But the next day?
You WILL look like this:

Oh edchacation... I love you.
So much that it's going to take me 6 years to graduate.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving!

We've had a wonderful little break and we hope you have too!
Here's a little message to make you smile:

I'll be catching up on the blog the next few days and I just might change a thing or two.

But FIRST I will tell you something I am thankful for at this exact moment:
We just fell asleep for an hour. I've tried to wake up Mr. C. since we need to pack and spend the last night of our visit with the fam, but it hasn't worked. Instead, I'm sitting up in bed as he rests his hand on my back as he sleeps. He is out and I'm trying to convince myself it's time to wake him (again). I'm so happy I get to have little moments like this all the time.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

So Ready for the Break

At the Chandler household, we are tired.
[Somehow, though, we taught Sunday School at 9 am]
I've never been so tired in my life.
And Mr. C. is beginning to act loopy.
[Extremely loopy.]
So we are really, really excited for the week off.

I might just miss French [again] tomorrow since I've missed a million classes for legitimate reasons. Why can't I miss to pack and party? I loathe French.

I'll put pictures up soon BUT.
This week wasn't too exciting.
Meaning, I still haven't turned in my 4 page paper due on Tuesday
BUT I did manage to break a chair in our Film class
And I completely redid our bedroom when Mr. C. worked for 9 hours [BOO]

P.S. WHY do I always write in these weird lines?

[It's cognitive white space.
Does my vocabulary impress you?]

Monday, November 16, 2009

Photobooth is Much More Fun

Raise your hand if you have to read a book and write a 4 page paper for tomorrow!

Raise your hand if you have to read 2 books and write a 12 page paper, a 4 page paper and a 1 page paper for tomorrow!

Smirk if you haven't even started!

Sitting on the couch with your lover is much more fun than all that thinking.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Hello World, This is Lissa C.

Today, Mr. C. ironed his church clothes. I don't iron. Well, that's not entirely true. I iron once or twice a year. Otherwise, I use Wrinkle Release spray and it usually works fabulously. Mr. C. will not use it. He likes the iron, which is comical to me. However, as I watched him iron tonight, as cheesy as it sounds, I felt a little surge of pride and love.
I had a million little things I was going to write about, concerning this week and the philosophical epiphanies I came up with while lying down, sick at home for five days. But really, it comes down to this:

No one is exactly as we think they are. No one has the perfect life.
Sometimes I read about people's lives, hear their success stories and appreciate their art, only to feel jealous. Other times I read people's blogs, see people on campus, or hear a story through the grapevine, and get a little sickened. I get annoyed by people who try to be someone they're not. I get tired of people who only do things because they perceive that certain thing to be cool, and I get tired when other people praise those who act this way. The funny part? I'm not a bitter person. I'm actually a very happy person, but I also happen to be a very independent minded person. As such, I expect everyone else to think like I do (that looks ridiculous written down).
But then I realized something: maybe those people's lives aren't so perfect. And maybe the people who are trying too hard really want to be something they aren't. And you know what? Maybe they'll get there. And if they change in two months to fit the next trend? Why should that bother me? If that makes them happy, then they should do it. Even though everyone has a story, I don't know their stories. I don't know why people act the way they do, just like I don't know why some people seem to have picture perfect lives while others struggle for mere survival.
I realized this week that I need to be more open minded. The past few months, I've been trying to figure out how to be a wife, how to be married, and how to juggle the rest of my life. It has not always been easy, but someone might see Mr. C. and I from afar and think that it is perfect. I strongly believe that everyone is looked at by someone as something more than they are. I do that to people I barely know, but I shouldn't, just like I shouldn't be annoyed with someone trying to be legitimately indie or artistic. I'm not the best at anything I do, so why should I expect others to always stand out above the crowd?
I need to be better at making friends, just like I need to be better at cultivating the things that are important to me. I need to try my best, but I need to learn to not stress when I don't do things perfect. I also don't need to be jealous of other people's lives and I don't need to get annoyed so easily. That's what I realized this week.
This may be too wordy and not totally coherent, but it's all I've got right now.

Have a good Monday!

A Little Recap

I know. I am so bad.
In my own defense, when I (meaning we) made the goal to take a picture a day, I (meaning I) never said I would actually document those events the day of.
[FYI: It does make it a lot easier to do it day by day, which is why we have a blog in the first place.
But you did not hear that from me.]

Day One Hundred and Thirty Eight: Monday November 9th

I have a picture for this day. I really, really do.
But I'm not going to put it on here as it would give away a secret that will not be revealed until more things are set into motion.

Day One Hundred and Thirty Nine: Tuesday November 10th

Mr. C. was a little stressed, but we worked through it.

Day One Hundred and Forty: Wednesday November 11th

Well, yes, the Chandler boys had some serious fun with Rock Band on Wednesday.
Did the idea of fun stop the downstairs neighbors from complaining?
So, a little disgruntled, the three brothers finished their Beatles song and parted ways.
Sorry, Brothers.

We are a loud apartment... even when it's just Me and Mr. C.
Part of that is because we fake yell a lot.
Alright, it's real yelling.
But it's fake in the fact that we are not serious or mad.

We started fake yelling after we heard another couple swearing at each other. Embarrassed for them, we started yelling to beat their vocals- and we haven't stopped since!

My Wii Fit running and step aerobics aren't very quiet, either.
Sorry, Neighbors.
We just like a little fun now and then (and all the time)

Day One Hundred and Forty One: Thursday November 12th

I know I like him more than the next person, but how cute is Mr. C.?

Oh and P.S. ignore my weirdness/ugliness in the last picture. It's only there to prove that YES we wear a helmet. If only intermittently. Actually, the intermittently part is no longer true. I make Mr. C. wear his helmet almost every time he gets on the scooter now-a-days.

That's only because he's gotten into two (that I know of) wrecks (with the road) since April. He always says they're no big (or just doesn't tell), and comes home with blood and scratches.
Yep. I just outed you.

Day One Hundred and Forty Two: Friday November 13th

Friday was Mr. C.'s FAVORITE day of the week.
Not only did he get Cafe Rio for dinner (his first Cafe Rio of the week and my third Cafe Rio of the week) BUT he also got to watch The Other Boleyn Girl (I picked it and I am not ashamed).

He hid under the covers during the movie. If you look closely, you can see his eyes staring at you. He hates The Other Boleyn Girl since every part of the movie lies about what really happened.

Fact: Anne Boleyn had a sister named Mary Boleyn.
Fact: Mary Boleyn had an affair with the Henry VIII before he married Anne.

I think the similarities stop there.

Oh wait!
They don't!

They also had a brother named George.

Day One Hundred and Forty Three: Saturday November 14th

I caught up on some projects and it felt oh-so-good.
Then we went to the bookstore and read a lot of books but Mr. C. didn't let me buy anything. He said we needed food instead. I guess he was right.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The End of the Weekend

Sunday was a happy day.
We were exhausted beyond all measure.
But it was so good to be with the Chandler parents.
I sung myself to sleep during the car ride.
Mr. C. says that, eventually, my head hit the back of my seat without warning.
And that, he claims, was all he heard from me until we hit Provo.
That doesn't explain why he was still listening to Taylor Swift when we pulled up to our apartment.

I also wrote a picture book at church because I am a rebel.
It is called "I'm NOT Going to School Today"
And here is a random paragraph:

I'm NOT going to school today.
Yesterday, I forgot my sack lunch and the cafeteria served meatloaf.
I think I saw it move. "

Monday, November 09, 2009

How Cute Was Mr. C?

Saturday was fabulous.

We slept in until eleven, had homemade chicken noodle soup (thanks, Mama C!), hung out with family, and watched two movies. I can't even remember the last time we laid on the couch for hours like that. We left behind couch and movie parties when we got married, so it was nice to get one in.

Even better, we watched Mr. C. as a little boy.

How cute was he?!
I've decided that watching your husband as a baby is the worst form of birth control.

I'm a nerd, but I love him something fierce.

What We Took In The Car

We headed to Rigby, Idaho to see Andrew's parents.
Naturally, we stocked up on a huge amount of food before we left.
We may have finished a tenth of it.

A Good Day

On Thursday, our one hundred and thirty fourth day of marriage, I submitted my first two children's manuscripts. Their names?

P is for Penelope


Barry the Bat is a Scaredy Cat

I think they are funny, and I am so ready to get rejected since that will lead me on the path of resubmissions. Never mind that my handwriting looks so rushed.

After school, we went to Borders. After reading more than thirty books since September, Borders really frustrates me. They have nothing. Nothing. BUT they do have quite the vampire selection.


He is reinventing Young Adult Literature.

After the bookstore, Mr. C. went to work.
I cleaned and reorganized our apartment for approximately four hours.
[Matt came over for a little while, too. We talked about his love life. I told you he would not last for long.]
As you can see, each hour was worthwhile.
Especially the one where I took pictures of the bathroom.

Yep. Still An Addiction.

Chick-Fil-A (or Chick-A-Fil if you are Mr. C.), we love you.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

So Long, F.B.

Last Night, I got rid of Facebook.
We've had a love/hate relationship since 2005.
And yesterday, I decided to cut it out forever.
So, goodbye Facebook Friends
All (surviving) 767 of you.
We had a good run.

P.S. If you ever shut down your facebook, here is what you will see:

Who are these five women?

A. Kelli Kedigh is one of my best friends. She lives in DC and works as a baker in one of the top rated restaurants our nation knows. Plus, she double majored and graduated early. I'm a little proud of her.

B. Chris is my mother-in-law.

C. Kendra is one of my favorite people, too. She's in Washington, and we communicate via telephone. Speaking of, I need to call her.

D. Katie was one of my very best friends from the time I was 15 or 16 until I moved far away from home. Actually, she is someone I regret not staying close to.

E. I've known Alicia since I was 8. She was the only other Mormon in our graduating class.

I think they will survive in my facebook absence.
BUT I can't help but wish it said "Andrew will miss you."
Because that would have made me laugh for at least three minutes.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

For Noah

Sunday was my brother's birthday.
His name is Noah.
And he is eleven years old.
I can't believe it.

I was twelve when he was born, so he was like a baby doll come to life.
Especially since I was too old for baby dolls.
It took me four years to stop calling him "Noah Baby."
He is the cutest.
He's the second to last in our family.
And he probably knows more than anyone I've ever met.
He's like a spout of information.
In fact, he and Mr. C., eleven years and ten months his senior, have been known to argue about sharks.
I'll let you guess who wins in the end.

Hope your birthday was amazing Noah!
We love you!

Monday, November 02, 2009

We Love Study Rooms

For some reason, this picture made my day.
Then Mr. C. bought me Cafe Rio
And then he watched Gossip Girl with me.
I think I married up.
If only I could convince him to do the dishes...

Sunday, November 01, 2009

We Read in Bed

Mr. C. hasn't been feeling his best the past few days.
So I let him sleep through church.

When he woke up, I made him stay laying down for two more hours.
So he read Fairy Tales to me.
Don't worry, he made all the voices.

Is anyone else doing National Novel Writing Month?
My plan is to turn this story into a quick little book.

It was one of my favorites as a little girl.
I'm excited.