Chelsea King

Unless you're living in San Diego, I don't know if you've heard much about Chelsea King. We have all been glued to the news the last few days, waiting for updates on this missing high schooler from down here, and it's just been on my mind so much that I wanted to interrupt our silly posts with some reality for a minute.

Here's an update, for those of you who don't know what I'm talking about:

Huge community search effort hits sad end

My mom's group, Children's Chorus, is based in RB/Poway and meets Thursday afternoons at the RB Rec Center. We've been going there for years, now, every single Thursday. We started getting/forwarding emails and calls as early as Thursday night with pictures and details, asking anyone who remembers anything to call the police immediately.

Knowing her car was right in that parking lot that I've parked in every week, and that she was involved in so many of the same things my friends and I were involved in during high school - this hit so close to home. Watching the community rally together in love and support for the Kings has been so incredible, but so sad at the same time. I can't get her sweet face out of my mind, and everyone down here has felt the heaviness in the air as the search continued.

I honestly can't even fathom what her family is going through right now, or the terror that poor Chelsea felt when she realized what was happening to her. My heart has had one continuous prayer for the sweet girl and her family this whole week.

Is it just me or does it seem like this kind of thing happens WAY too often in San Diego? It's such a devastating story with the worst possible ending.

Blah. I don't even know what the purpose of this post is. I guess that I would hope that we can all take the time to say a prayer for her family and the detectives/FBI. I hope we can hug our families a little tighter and feel grateful for the sun on our faces and the breath in our lungs.

Most of us have grown up living with a feeling of total safety and stability, and situations like this totally shake our foundations. But most people in the world haven't grown up feeling that way - they are very familiar with feeling danger and uncertainty. We are so blessed.

May the Lord's spirit bring comfort to sweet Chelsea's family during this impossible time. He's the only one who can help at this point. Nobody deserves what they are going through right now.

Rest in peace, Chelsea King. You deserve better than this evil world.

P.S.

Want to know what food I'm NOT allergic to?

YOGURT COVERED PRETZELS.

I can't express the will power it took for me to actually take this picture prior to gobbling this pretzel up. Notice how it's the last one...in a bag which may or may not have been 1 lb when purchased initially...and my stomach may or may not hurt...a lot...

AN EQUATION:

YOGURT COVERED PRETZELS

+

SITTING IN MY OFFICE CHAIR ALL DAY

=

MY BUM
FEELING LIKE THIS:

Mm mm...is it lunch time yet?

loves, Calee

Saucy

I have a certain niece named Bubba.

Bubba is a very nice baby who has some very nasty food allergies. As in, you name it, she's allergic to it. She's started to grow out of some of them...but the mental scarring they've caused remains. I present for your consideration, Exhibit A:

NOTE: Sweet Bubba munching on a cinnamon twist. Normal, right?

Exhibit B:

Note: Because she's never been allowed to dip vegetables, chicken nuggets, etc...in normal sauces (like, Ranch = allergic), she thinks it's a good idea to dip things into other 'sauces' (like, vegetables in ketchup -gag-, or cinnamon twists into her water). Mmm mm delicious.

Exhibit C:

Note: We've moved on to pizza now, and mmmmboy...it's sure tasty dipped in Sprite!

(for anyone who is saying to themselves that their kids/cousins/nieces/nephews dip their food into weird things, too, then congrats! Bubba and your kids can be strange together.)

Exhibit D:

Note: Sprite + Pizza = delicious.

Exhibit E:

Sweet Bubba, the least picky sauce-picker in the world.