True Life: We Still Live In South Salem

welcome to our CRIB

2009-01-25T20:06:00.000-08:00

It has been a long time in coming but holler for new housezzz! We made the move, and although it wasn't easy it was done. It all started off on an early Saturday morning (yes my weekend was tarnished cause I didn't get to sleep in, but it was worth the tarnishing to get a new house I guess) when Jfay and I, and two handsome babeskas of ours (thank God almighty they were down to help) took only like 2-3 hrs and busted out the move of all our pretty little things and furniture. Papa Joe helped out by renting the UHAUL. Not gonna lie, we all looked at each other in a very uncertain way, when we realized someone needed to actually get behind the wheel of that massive thing. But the boyzz did good and got our treasures to where they need to go, and all stayed in one piece! A few mattress disagreements and some futon in the doorway cursing later, we were donezo. And now we've finally been enjoying our home sweet home. Having to spend a night for 3 hours cleaning out the old copperfield apt. put a small damper on that week. But girls had to do what girls had to do! It was not pretty...aaat all. But the good news is that if you now are looking for a cheap plumber, holleratyer girl, cause I now have the experience. Four words....long, hair, grime and sink. SICK. Super sick. Anyways, we got the job done, peaced out and never turned back. Except for when Howard and Donna the crazy old management love birdzz made us bring our keys to them days later.

Our new third roomie Brianne moved her goods in slowly but surely. We've been here about 3 weeks now, and she still likes to give a disclaimer to people looking at her room, that she hasn't finished moving in and setting up. Get it together girl, her room looks ten times better than mine!

The bills were set in place, slowly, reallll slowly, who knew they wouldn't give us our trash cans until we actually paid? Pshh. Had some minuuuute problems with the comcast wireless, girlsgirlsgirls is officially in action now, don't even trip. And now we are enjoying the luxury of being in our own place:

Our own backyard

Our own garage

More storage then we need for sure

No footsteps to hear but our own

We can play our music as loud as we want

No lil' wayne lollipop blasting at all hours of all days (please see previous post from '08)

Blasting lil' wayne everything else all hours of all days

Hardwood floors...kinda tight

Fireplace....real right

Driveway

PLAID PANTRY!!!!

.....just a few perks if you will.

Now what you are about to see, is the product of all our hard online searching, craigslist stalking, and repetitive driving around Salem! VOILA!

Goodbyyyye Copperfield, Hellllloooo River Rd. Movin OUT Movin ON

2008-12-14T14:28:00.000-08:00

holla holla holla, we found one! We finally found one. What you might ask? A House. It's pretty purrrfect. Jfay and I met good ol Tyler the realtor boy on Thursday at 7:30 a.m. Earliest I've been up in a while I think. We originally met to look at one house, but viewed a second one as well. Which was just so lovely we couldn't pass it up. Hopefully within a few weeks, (and the next few blogzz maybe?) we'll have moved into the new crib and post up some photozz. It's a 4 bedroom 2.5 bath. We have our own little lovely back yard, a big drive way, and it's in the far corner of the mini-wannabe neighborhood on River Rd, so it's kinda set far back. Did someone say house party??? Without any Noise disturbance violations (cough moogs cough) Cause we'll for sure be throwing one upon our move in completion. Right Jfay? We're still on the same page here? We told Tyler we'd get in touch with our third girly moving in and run it by her and make sure she's on board. Hit me on the gmail, I said to Jfay as we departed. Although this Tyler seemed down to earth, genuine, young guy, not pushy, he did play a bit coy when calling me the second we left, to make sure I knew "others" would be looking at houses that morning at his appointments, buuuut if we give him word ahead of time, he'll "steer" them away from our house we like. Gee thannnks Ty Ty. Ha but I thought to myself, hmm, do you really even have another appointment? Or are you just trying to get us going real quick with this deal. Jfay and I discussed our options and how we should proceed. I said to her that I thought I would just text Tyler and tell him we're into it, and as soon as we can get Brianne to go and check it out we'll fill out our apps. I said to her, he's gotta be a texter right? I'm just sure of it. She said, texter for surrre. So text I did, got a response within minutes, obv, and we set up a timeline to get our paperwork in blah blah yada yada. So we filled Brianne in, and she wanted to look at it in the next day or two. Our third roomie, Miss Brianne, will moving in as well and it will be so great to have a third roomie. The more the merrier with Jfay and Chels. Hopefully she can handle us? So Jfay led her to the homeland yesterday and she was a smitten as we were. I also took my sista from anotha mista (you get the idea) Kell Kell by it. Who knows when the next time she'll be boppin around down in Salem. Her trips to the capital land are few and far in between. I think she's like, allergic or something sort of? Salem pales in comparison to her Pdx excalibur. Just sayin! Anyways our apps are filled out and ready to be faxed. Hopefully no doors will be shut! The good news was def blog worthy. I guess it's like, turning into a winter wonderland outside or something. Trying to at least. Shred time please and thanks

still workin on slippin out of that food coma....this could take a while

2008-12-02T21:21:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving came....and went. I guess it's December now or something? uh what? Where in the WORLD did this year go? Seems like just yesterday Jfay and I were moving our treasures up the steps of Copperfield Apartments. Needless to say, I'm a bit antzy to get those same treasures back down! And out. Yes we are currently on the prowl (for sure in a non-cougarish sort of way) for a new pad. One that can fit three lovely ladiezz, and their lumps. We're pretty oves the apartment lifestyle. The glitz and glamour has for sure worn away. We're ready to step it up, and you guessed it, still stay in the Salem community. But instead of staying south, we're looking to move more north, or at least get to south centralllll. Doesn't seem like it's that much to ask for....but for realzzzz, we just haven't found the spot yet! Annyways, if anyone is on the up and up....holler atyer girls. But for now...enjoy a little of this. Don't sleep on it.

Cute...orrrrr....FREAKY?

2008-11-20T19:07:00.000-08:00

cute cute cute....kinda cute

did somebody say naked mole rat?

oh sick. real sick

I'm torn...I'm really really torn with this one. really cute AND freaky?

coy fish....typical. so cliche

realllllly? anything that fits in a hand, let alone can rest on your fingers, could be the ugliest thing and still be cute

oooookkkkkkkk....worst nightmare. seriously. bad bad dream

hairless rats, with some spikes. come on they arrre kinda cute

ok for reals I'm done

OMFG can you believe it? It's a GUEST BLOG!

2008-10-22T16:09:00.001-07:00

The moment you’ve all been waiting for has finally arrived. It is the first guest feature in the history of the bosom buddies blog, written by yours truly (the formally rubia, recently-revived-brunette from NOPO, also known as la cubana…Kellie Perez.) Jfay and Chels have been waiting for this post since the moment they pulled away from my little casita in north Portland…the day after I met Jfay for the first time and the morning after we ran into the woman in flowered leggings. Ahhh what a glorious night it was. To recap…it was Exit’s Buuuurrrttthday bash at the Hollywood Theatre in NE Portland. A night of video premieres, free goodie bags of dum-dums & smarties, and a silly boy pretending to be a photographer for trans-world---ya, right--- who was caught stealing a t-shirt from Jamie. He likely posted a bunch of pictures of JFay and company on his myspace page…he probably only has 27 friends anyways, loser.

I enjoyed the night all in all…met some lovely individuals who rocked the Holocene and told me about the pro’s and con’s of drinking SPARKS. (aaron’s fav, I believe???!!!) I got to see the infamous blackberry which was probably the highlight of my weekend. I mean, the blinged out taxi and the stickers on the back SERIOUSLY amp up the feeling you get while making phone calls.

Jfay, Chelsinator and I headed back to NOPO after some good dancing (sans Jamie…not enough pabst in the room to get that girl on the dance floor) and bonded over shared experiences and an extra dum-dum or two. We planned our morning at the Saturday Market, where we found all sorts of cat knick knacks, Obama T-shirts and Eskimo hats…I wanted to take all of the above home with me but Chels warned me to save up my cash flow for my debut visit to BEAMERS (apparently a local hot spot with tons of flav and hotties galore) which wiiillll occur sometime later this year. I, myself, am counting down to visit downtown So-Lame and the home of the bosom buddies.

I’ll be soon to post a photograph to commemorate the evening… And I’ll leave you also with this: a almost absurdly frightening, yet inspirational link to a craiglist ad that is sure to make any cat lover squeal like a mouse (get it? cat and mouse..wahhh wah wah..)

http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sdo/566171148.html

You know you love me…XOXO.

Gossip Girl

Or…

kellie

Live by Faith, Known for Love, Voice of Hope

2008-10-13T23:08:00.000-07:00

I went to one of those community, fellowship, people gathering on a Sunday morning type things yesterday. You know church. It was the second time I had been to this particular one. And I'm for sure digging it. No complaints, except for the fact that it's a litttttle longer than I'm used to. But nothing for my distracted brain to fuss over really. It's down to earth, way more than I expected it to be. Totally judged it before entering in. They have breaks, whether you're a smoker, and need that after worship nicotine fix, or you're a coffee addict (I mean really what's the diff!) you get a break! Meet and greet/ a little down time before the message. The worship is my kind of worship. Contemporary, which for me is a must. Although in the back of my mind, and in my heart of hearts, I know worship shouldn't be about me, and what my "preference" is. But at the same time, I think it's not unreasonable to want to go to a place on Sunday morning where you can be yourself, and worship in a comfortable undefined or boxed in way, and be stoked on what you're doing, as well as who you're doing it for. So this is a plus for sure.

The pastor shared about what the purpose of church is. An interesting topic. I think so anyways, cause I know and have tons of friends who at this point in their lives, really aren't into the church scene. They have their beliefs, and I think still pursue a relationship with Jesus, but they've one way or another kind of lost their faith in the church and haven't had that yearning to get involved and look to it as a growing tool in their walk. And I for sure have been there and done that. Not necessarily for the same reasons, but more so for the reason of pure laziness, and not having that personal motivation/dedication to get myself there and find a place here where I look forward to partaking in good Sunday morning session.

Anyways, hopefully I've stumbled upon that. I think I have anyways. I've never been one to dive in head first, attend all the groups and the classes, the retreats and seminars. Not really my steeze. And probably won't ever be. And I think that's ok. But I know for me personally, just to have that little bit of fellowship, with others I do or don't know, who are going through the same things I'm going through in life, or going through different things then I am...but yet we still have that one connection of leaning on that one Savior to get us through. The common ground we're all trying our best to stand solid on, even when we feel like sitting down. I know I need that, and I'm not gonna get that encouragement, that insight, or those things to ponder I would never think of on my own, unless I choose to partake in this activity we call church. Half of my friends when thinking of church probably think of, this boring stiff and super formal place people get up super early for on Sundays, where you have to sit still, be quiet and listen to a lecture. Ugh. Sounds pretty awful. Glad I've never had to experience that. And I'd be bummed on anyone else that would have to! But realistically most the places I've gone to whether long term or just trying out, none of them are like that. At all. Quite the opposite really.

All in all, I was pretty into yesterday's session, like I said on the purpose of church. And if I took anything at all away from it, it would be that to be a "Christian" a follower of this all knowing and all mighty God, to be in a personal relationship with him, not out of fear, but out of want and out of knowing and experiencing a love so deep that is really does surpass all understanding....well it means that you Live by Faith (finances, career, relationships, future, okay check!) you're known for Love (doing unto others as you would have them do to you, not as they do to you, placing others needs above your own, thinking outside the box and outside of yourself, trying to do EVERYTHING in Love, not just some things here and there, living it not just talking it, a work in progress but check!) and a voice of hope (helping others when they can not help themselves (www.thebabysafe.org.....get familiar! having hope in yourself and having hope...in your faith, so that when any opportunity arises, you can offer up that same hope to others, who have lost theirs, or have never even had it. check! I want these opportunities!)

Without actually ATTENDING church, and listening in on this, I wouldn't have thought about these three main points in breaking it down so simple and perfectly to me on what it means to be a Christian and to truly follow after God and to truly want to make a difference in people's lives. I know I gotta let Him make a difference in mine, before I can in anyone elses. And by consistently gettin in the church game and cuing in each Sunday, is probably a good start.

Plus it doesn't start till 11:30. HOLLER

xoxo

C.O.

The Blackberry is BACK.......and way better than ever

2008-10-06T18:33:00.001-07:00

Sooooo...for those of you who don't know already, the blackberry is BACK. Jfay is back in action thanks to Chels' wheelin and dealing skillzz on EBAY. And this time we're not dealing with any little baby blackberry. This blackberry is hood. Hood as hood can get. It's blingin silver, and much to Jamie's pleasant surprise, has the most gangster settings ever already on lock down.

jatotheatothemie: lets just say the personal settings are ridiculous...so much that I may just have to keep them

And keep them, she did. To describe above a little more accurately....think, city landscape at night with bright lights, a pimped out, PIMPED out yellow cab, with rims, spinners and nothing but the best garnishing it all around. And if you're wondering about your volume level, what better than to have two speaker subs as your volume icons. You can barely see them on top. The previous owner knew what was up, and did not mess around with gettin fancy on their mobile phone.

All in all it was a great purchase, and for sure worth for sure worth the wait....

Fumigating the Flies on the Fries

2008-09-28T16:42:00.000-07:00

For those of you who may not know of Jamie's obsession for fries, let me explain. When Chelsea and Jamie have their weekend outings (at one of two places: Copperjohns or Beamers), Jamie leaves (sober) with a burning desire to get McDonalds fries. On most occasions this poses no harm. Chelsea typically agrees to the need for grease and goes along with the plan. Last night Megan, Chelsea, and Jamie left Copperjohns (and Beamers) and headed straight for the drive thru at the golden arch. See below for the conversation between McDonalds Worker and Jamie:

McDonalds Worker: Hi, welcome to McDonalds we'll be with you in just a minute."

Jamie: "Okay, thanks"

McDonalds Worker: "Just to let you know we're fumigating so it's about a 5 minute wait before we can make any food."

Jamie: "Okay, first question: What's fumigating??"

McDonalds Worker: (LONG pause) "Uhhh...we have flies so we fumigated to get rid of them."

Jamie: "Oh right, I bet you really thought I wouldn't still be a customer cause I would be worried about the flies...but no, I still really want some fries, so we'll wait."

Megan: (asleep in the backseat) "Noooo, Jamie don't! There are flies on the fries. That's gross"

(Chels and I then reconsider getting Taco Bell instead).

Jamie: "Okay, actually we're going to go get Taco Bell but thanks for your honesty about the fumigation."

Onto Taco Bell drive thru...

Megan decides to "hit on" the Taco Bell workers in hopes of getting two free soft tacos (with no lettuce). Here are a list of her pick up lines:

"Are you a black sexy man??"

"Are you sexy?"

"Heeeey, you're sexy."

Please take note that these men were by no means sexy, but Megan thought of it as a polite gesture to make them feel good abut themselves and she explained to us that was probably the first person to compliment them all day...even though it was for her own selfish desire of free soft tacos.

We got our "less than 6 dollars" order and proceeded home to devour it and go to sleep in Taco Bell (not fumigated fries, McDonalds) peace.

Terror in the Night

2008-09-28T16:13:00.000-07:00

How do you think you would feel if, in the middle of the night you're lying in your bed, no light, pitch black, and a barely any sound (chels sleeps with a fan every night), and as you're lying there sound asleep.....another human body comes creeping in your door, unannounced, prancing around on your floor, softly and quietly as can be only to stand right directly above you? Maybe a little freaked out? Possibly scared a tad? Well welcome to the new nightly routine Chels now endures ever since Jamie lost baby blackberry. It has become a common occurrence, when Jamie is in need of a communication device in the wee hours of the morning....for God knows what. Or to talk to her babeska, perhaps send a love text during the night.

Thankfully Chels is a rather heavy sleeper, and only notices this freaky, horrific, Jamie would probably get kicked in her face if Chels did wake up, situation upon waking in the morning and having absolutely no sense of time and is trying to desperately find her phone to figure out whether she should feel bad about choosing to keep sleeping or wake up and get going with her day. Rough life. Who does that?! Jfay does that.

At The Same Time

2008-09-27T12:35:00.000-07:00

I'm pretty into multi-tasking I've come to find out. One such instance is this thing I do, rather consistently in my apartment. I'll really want to watch a show that's on TV, or a movie, yet I'll be on my lovely laptop at the same time searching and seeking for music, downloading, discovering etc. It's pretttty hard to do both at the exact same time, what with the different sounds, yet my patience kind of wears thin and I can't help it, I just have to! Thank GOD for commercials. Thanks to the oh so creatively corny American advertising world, this in turn allows me to mute the television, take a break, and get on with my music listening. Sometimes I get a little stressed when I reallllllly want to keep listening to the song I've just found, yet the show is back on! What's a girl to do in a situation like that?! Finish the song out? Pause it and un-mute the TV? Listen to both at the same time? No no no no no, it only makes it worse when you're listening to both at the same time. Makes you go crazy. It's kind of like that Tide pen commercial, when the guy goes in for his interview and he's talking and there's this little mouth on his shirt where a stain is and it's just yelling and talking jibberish the entire time to where you can not understand a single thing. I know you've seen it. This is highly not recommended. Trust me.

Once in a while I even dare to do this multi-tasking during one of Jfay's extremely intense and crucial political segments airing. Except I don't dare mute it ever. I just play the music verrrry gently. I guess until our TV breaks ( God forbid) or the Mac caves (it's gotta last me the next decade or two, that's when I expect I might at least afford to make some payments orrr something on a new one?) I'll be enjoying both.......at the sammmmmmme time (insert Rahzel voice here, you know the guy with 2 voice boxes)

xoxo

Gossip Chels

"The Perfect Sunday"

2008-09-21T23:02:00.001-07:00

Would you say it is pretty normal to watch 3 Lifetime movies, all in a row, and all that were titled "The Perfect Marriage", "The Perfect Neighbor", and "The Perfect Nanny"?? We had to cut ourselves off by the time we got to "The Perfect Assistant". We were oves. At that point in time we realize we had been sitting down on our couch for about 4 hours straight. We'll admit some light headed and dizziness kicked in upon our decisions to stand up and move.

This mini marathon was followed up by a short (real short) jog. Our bodies didn't want to, but our minds told us we HAD to. Our lungs for sure had it in for us the rest of the night. We headed to Safeway. Jamie considered bringing her bag of rice encompassing her broken baby blackberry along just to stick with her normal routine of having her phone EVERYWHERE she goes. We decided to leave the bag at home though, for fear of bringing it in the store, we might get targeted for stealing...a bag of rice. And a broken blackberry.

Some computer lurking, baking cake cookies, and one more movie later....here we are once more. On the couch. Watching CNN. What a "Perfect Sunday".

P.S.

On a more serious note.....pray for Travis Barker, DJ AM, and the 4 guys that died in their plane crash's families : (

Death of a Crackberry

2008-09-21T15:07:00.000-07:00

It might be true. But we haven't lost hope yet. A lovely night out on the town in lovely Salem turned into a traumatic and most devastating event. An accidental slip of the hands, a splash and 10 seconds later....Jfay was without her lifeline. Literally. Under normal circumstances, no biggie, Buuuut the fact that this was her pride and joy, hard earned and very hard paid for blackberry, and also not to mention that her babeska is currently across the world in Aussie Land, this could make for a ROUGH few days we have ahead of us. We thought our friend was crazy when he suggested to put it in rice and let it sit. Yeah. Ok. But when we walked into the AT&T store this morning, where the guys already know our weirdo faces from the day the original purchase went down, we were suddenly the crazy ones. They always have the look on their faces, like, uh oh, what are these girls doing here again. After having a most socially awkward conversation with one of the workers, which included, but was not limited to, asking us more than once in a 5 second time period if we had insurance on the phone. How many ways can we get creative with the answer No? And proceeding to ask us where did we go?What do you mean where did we go? Where did the tragedy take place? What does The Can Can have to do with anything? His detective work was making for a very odd face to face conversation. But alas, we arrived at the conclusion it was either fork over $200 bucks, orrrr, as previously suggested, put it all in rice! To soak up the moisture I guess. Should have listened to JTT the first time around. Now when you think of putting these parts in rice, we definitely had very different mental pictures of what this would like. Chelsea, assumed cooked rice. What? The guys saiiid to warm it up. Warm rice....warm cooked rice right? Wrong, way wrong, obviously wrong. Feels kinda stupid wrong. Why would you cook sticky wet rice, and then proceed to put an already water infested phone it it. Good thing Jfay was on their level, and first time around understood the dry rice concept. So after a quick trip to WINCO, and $2, not $200 later....the wait is on. 24 hour experiment here we go. I mean, the guy at AT&T DID say 48 hours, but after we freaked out on him and probably scared him shitless with our response to what it would be like to have to wait a whole 48 hours without a phone, the poor guy broke down and with a scared smile and a look of regret said, ok maybe just 24?? We'll of course let you know how it turns out. We're hoping for the best for baby blackberry....any prayers and words of encouragement are highly appreciated.....

Update slash Intro slash We're writing this more for our entertainment than yours.

2008-09-07T16:14:00.000-07:00

We began our adventurous apartment lifestyle on January 1st, 2008. A new year, a new room mate, a new life. Or something like that. Little did we know the glitz and glamour was about to come to a hault...and fast. No we didn't get in a fist fight or anything like that, (unless you count chels taking the hair dryer overnight that one time, and leaving Jamie looking like a drowned rat at Travel Oregon that morning) If you've ever lived in an apartment, you know that getting bomb neighbors is crucial. We were not lucky in this. We had a young, pre-mature looking couple move in with a little 2 year old. Sounds not too bad, no biggie. WRONG! If it wasn't the moaning and groaning sex, it was Lil' Wayne singin about lollipops and stuff. Don't get us wrong, we love Lil' Wayne, deeply. You could even call Chels one of his biggest fans. But hearing him only sing of bottles in the club and shorties wantin to thugg over and over make you go a little cuckoo after a while and get a bit hostile. Sometimes the screams and snarls of the poor little 2 year old was too much to handle/really good insight to us both knowing we're not into havin babies any time soon. Sometimes we're still not sure if it was a dream, or if at one point we really did in fact snap, and Jamie actually did walk down the stairs (yes, in her booty shorts and uggz, whoops), knock on the door, and proceed to get into a huge shouting match (cursing involved, double whoops)......but, beyond all that, and the couple moving out a month later, but not before the female threw every single piece of clothing he owned and shoes and posessions included, out onto the lawn. And when we say lawn, we mean two feet of grass before the sidewalks hits for all to walk by. Sheesh...traumatic experience for all. Not really though...things soon died down and we were back to maxin and relaxin in our 2 room 1 bath copperfield apartment. Not a lot of excitement since. A few (very few) trips down to the exercise facility, and many trips down to the pool have made for a pretty lovely experience here. Apartment lifestyle ain't so bad. Not to mention we meet people we are neighbors with around town, ALL the time. Weird. So maybe this was a bit of a novel for our first publish ...whoops. We promise to go easy next time around.