NEW LINKS!

Hey guys,
Check out my new links. Elizabeth has a lot of free time and funny posts (she is also beautiful and if you are Jake Gyllenhaal or Hayden Christensen in all your Jedi glory, give her a ring and she'll show you a good time). Kat and Karl's wedding picture is gorgeous, and Brooke and twelve-o sure look cute. I'd like to write more, but I think I hear the slap of a paint brush calling.
P.S. My check engine light came on today. HORRAY!!!


:"We'll help you paint."

Paint, paint, and more paint

Hey Guys,
Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. Since I got back from Little Rock, I've been painting. That's right, painting. See, the 917 dollars it cost to fix my car wasn't exactly in my budget, so I'm helping my parents paint a house they bought for some cash. I virtually wake up, have a cup of coffee, paint, try to eat healthily, paint, try to eat healthily(see lower picture for food content of the Devor kitchen pantry), paint, go to bed. Really exciting stuff that painting. The church sign on hwy 59 has said nothing at all funny, and I had such high expectations. David is coming to Siloam on Wednesday to also experience the painting bliss and we will be off for Minnesota on Saturday. I will be staying with David at the Franconnia Sculpture park outside of St.Paul/Minneapolis. If you want to see what this is all about here is a link http://www.franconia.org/about.html. Supposedly, we will be living in a wooden box and David will make art and since I do not make art I will be mowing the lawn, cleaning up the park, etc. I will probably be aiding David in various activities that would seem quite odd to a normal person, ex. "Chandle, can you help me tie this hay into little bundles to attach to a metal hut?" "Chandle, can you mix this glue with concrete pigment and help me slather it on a sheetmetal cockroach?" You know, typical art stuff. I'll be there for three weeks and am sure I'll find the time to post funny-art-commune blog material. Anyway, I need to get back to painting.

vacation pics

My Dad and Ash

My mom PJ and Ash making a sandcastle.

My sisters, PJ and Christy with me.

Me, sailing with my Dad

Ashur and his babies, even the wodden cat he got from a street vendor

Actual church sign in Siloam Springs, AR

It currently says "People dissapoint. God don't." I'll keep you posted.

A Series of unfortunate Events

So I go to my car yesterday to attend, yet another dentist appointment when "ER,ER,ER,ER,ER" I turn the key again "ER,ER,ER,ER,ER,ER,ER,ER,ER,ER" What the hell!!!!
I call my father. " It's just you battery, you left your lights on." "But my lights weren't on, I checked. Besides, The clock is right." "Things like this happen,Chandle, call a tow truck. I can't help you when you live 3 hours away." But I don't live 3 hours away. I just drove here for a stupid dentist appointment, I live with you, remember?" "Oh yeah..... Well that sucks. Just call the tow truck." The chorus from some stupid pop song echoes in my head "What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this? What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?"
You have to understand I'm not the luckiest person on the block. My credentials include :
1. Losing 30 dollars on a nickel machine because I told myself I'd quit the second I got ahead, even if it was just a nickel. 30 dollars!!!!!

2. Having to fix something with my car virtually every time I take it to get an oil change (water pump, cracked head gasket, speakers disconnected, brakes etc.)

3. My car getting totaled by a drunk driver who drove 100 yards up the street and escaped into the woods leaving behind a trail of Milwalkee Best cans. This resulted in my insurance having to pay for my car and then trying to drop me because I'm a liability.

4. Having the medical bills of an 80 year old woman. This is not a result of not being cautious either. I take a mulitvitamin everyday. I drink 8 glasses of water. I exercise 3-5 times a week. I don't smoke. Regardless, not only do I catch everything, but apparently I also have built-in diseases. I used to think I was just a hypochondriac. I couldn't really be this sick all the time. I tried to dismiss ailments resulting in serious scoldings each time I enter a doctors office "Why didn't you come in sooner? Now it's just worse."
A couple of years ago I ended up at the hospital with pneumonia because I thought my cough would just go away. I have kamikaze teeth (see entry: look ma, no teeth). My doctor has referred to my allergies as not just allergies, but a "debilitating disease". As a result I am on 6 allergy medications. Last month I played ultimate Frisbee and curiously my knee began to swell. A week later I went to the doctor with a knee the size of a grapefruit that I could barely walk on. He told me I needed to take glucosamine chondrotin every day for the rest of my life and gave me a cortisone shot. I had a rare reaction that resulted in quadruple the swelling and a limp like the hunchback of Notre Dame. My sister backed into my car 6 months ago. When I went to the chiropractor for whiplash he informed me that my neck was supporting my head improperly and I needed to sleep on the most uncomfortable pillow in the world.... Forever.

These problems aren't localized on me either. Everyone in my family has metal in his or her body besides my middle sister, who married a man who ended up in prison or jail the majority of there 10 month marriage, and here's the kicker...When she decided to divorce him, she found out she was pregnant the next day.
Is there something in the water I'm drinking? Am I a cosmic joke? Does God sometimes refer to me as Job? I'm expecting boils to break out all over me any second now. Back to my car. I had it towed to a mechanic and low and behold, my fuel system needs cleaned and my fuel pump needs replaced all to the tune of $900. Of course I am currently unemployed due to a spirit for voluntarism and planned on driving my car for 2 more weeks before I put it in storage for 10 months. I don't think the phrase "that's life" is very applicable here. Maybe "That's Chandle's life"?

Look ma, no teeth

Hey everyone,
I thought everybody might like to know that dentist visit went well...For once.
As most of you know I've had my fair share of the dentist office this year. I believe I am known in one Conway dentist circle as "the girl with the really bad teeth ." This does not mean bad in appearance, but bad like a kamikaze. My teeth are on a mission, no one can stop them, they will take me out, even if it means certain death. I have spent countless hours in that scary leather recliner, staring at various metal torture devices all with the promise that this will fix the suicidal tooth. Unfortunately, hell-tooth succeeded, leaving me with an inch long space as evidence of it's victory. After 45 minutes of jawcranking, blood splattering dentistry, I now have an inch-long screw embedded in my jaw for attaching an upbeat, peace-loving fake tooth and a weeks supply of pain killers.
Just a reminder kids, don't drink coke or eat skittles, you'll end up like me: a 24 year old redneck with more artificial teeth components than there is artificial flavoring in a mountain dew. Everytime I sip a delicious soda I picture myself in 20 years grinning like the cryptkeeper. With warmonger teeth like mine, there is no sense in giving them sugar as ammunition.

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" ---Jack Kerouac  

Lucero

favorite band......ever!

Christy, my sister, and our dog, Sebastian. 

Me and my boyfriend David. 

I was the penguin. Elizabeth is Billy Madison. 

So I've never bolgged before, but here's a start. I just got back from Jamacia with my family. We had a good time. But, as you all know my family is crazy. My father was refusing to put on sunscreen. I warned him of the increasing danger of the hole in the ozone layer and skin cancer. He replied "Oh, there's no hole in the ozone layer, people who believe in the hole in the ozone layer believe in evolution." I was taken aback. How could my father not "believe" in these scientific facts. He was referring to them as if they were the Easter bunny or fairies. I responded" Evolution happens everyday, Dad." He then turned to my mother, placed his hand over his mouth and with a sneer, loudly whispered "evolution freak."