Blog Challenge, Day 30: 10 Things I Hope to Be Remembered For

Well, I did it again! I finished another month-long blog challenge! I'm pretty proud of myself because, believe it or not, this is harder than it seems. Although it is nice to not have to worry about having something to post about. But with that said, let's post this last prompt!

1. Writing novels


2. Volunteering for charity


3. Being a good wife


4.  Being a good mom


5. Making my parents proud

6. For being a good influence
 
7. Loving Disney


8. Being a good friend
 
9. Always being myself

 
10. For being positive
 

Thank you to everyone that joined me in this challenge! It means a lot! If you participated in any of the prompts, don't forget to link up! I'd love to read your posts!

-Chelsea

Blog Challenge, Day 29: What People Misunderstand About Me

I am not funny. I'm going to go ahead and admit that right off the bat. I wish that I was. In fact, I hate that I'm not. I've always been a bit jealous that my sister is so hilarious that people laugh at almost everything she says but most of the time, people don't get my jokes.

What's actually the problem is that most people don't know when I'm joking.

I tend to be sarcastic, like most of my family but I guess I just don't know how to deliver jokes well. So, people tend to misunderstand my sense of humor.

This creates problems because when people don't understand my sarcasm or my jokes, they tend to think that I'm saying something really terrible about them and that I meant it. But I don't. I tell them that I'm joking and they just look at my like I'm crazy.

It's not from lack of trying either. I really do try to portray myself as humorous and make sure that I emote/project the jokes as funny but for some reason, the only reasons that people ever laugh at me is when I do/say something stupid.


I realize that it's not the end of the world to not be funny but if I was, it'd sure make my life a heck of a lot easier.

What do people misunderstand about you?

-Chelsea

Blog Challenge, Day 28: My Love Language

I have always known that my love language is touch but I took the quiz (here) to make sure that I was right. And I was.



I am very affectionate and I absolutely love hugs. I am constantly hugging my husband, touching him, trying to hold his hand, etc. It's how I show that I care about people. Of course, touching does not always have to be romantic. It can be that I show my mom how much I love her by giving her hugs, for example. My sister hates it because her love language is service and she hates touch. So we clash a lot.

My husband's love language is quality time, so my love language doesn't bother him. He just enjoys spending time with the people he loves and it doesn't matter what they're doing, as long as they're together. So a typical night with us would go something like, us watching a movie together while I'm laying next to him, holding his hand the whole time. In small, subtle ways, we're showing each other how much we love and value the other.

I'm not an expert on love languages but you get the gist.

What's your love language?

-Chelsea

Blog Challenge, Day 27: My Eyes

Hello, everyone! Today's prompt is to talk about what my favorite body part is and why I chose it. I think that this is a really weird prompt but nonetheless, a challenge is a challenge; so here goes nothing!

I have hazel eyes and I really do love them a lot. But neither of my parents have them. My dad has brown eyes and my mom has blue eyes. I actually have my Grandpa Norwood's eyes (My dad's dad). I never met him because he died 4 years before I was born. But I was told that he was a wonderful man and that he was loved by everyone. So, I'm pretty honored to have a little piece of him with me.



Growing up, I was really jealous of my mom's blue eyes because I didn't know very many people with blue eyes. I felt that since they were rare, they were even more special and beautiful. But even though I still love my mom's eyes, I have really grown to love my own. I love the way that they change from predominantly brown to predominantly green when I cry. I love that people tell me that my eyes are brown until I tell them to look closer and they're pleasantly surprised to see the green in them. I love that most of my friends and family don't have hazel eyes, so it makes me feel special. But my favorite reason is definitely that I have my grandpa's eyes.

-Chelsea

Blog Challenge, Day 22: Where I See Myself

In 5 years: I see myself pregnant with my first child, living with my husband on an army base and as a published author. I also definitely want to rescue a puppy or two.

In 10 years: I see myself with 2 or 3 kids, a few books under my sleeve and renewing my vows to my wonderful, loving husband. Hopefully we're living in a beautiful state or exotic country.

In 15 years: I see myself still writing, still raising my kids and hopefully watching my sister raise her own children. I hope that we're living close enough so that I can have a close relationship with my future nieces and nephews.