As each year went by, things looked better and better financially. I started selling my web design services along with getting consistant pay increases at my entry level office job. Everytime I would go online and lookup my free credit score, the number would be higher and higher.

My boyfriend and I stayed in a little 2 bedroom apartment in the ghetto of Tucson for years while we saved enough for a house. But eventually, moving day came. And it couldn’t have come fast enough. Living in a seedy area of town was definitely affordable, but it can diminish your quality of life.

Now looking forward five years, I am wondering how the real estate market will be. Better? Worse? Can it get worse?

Plus I get to go cozy sweater SHOPPING! I love me some hoodies in the winter. I’m sort of getting sucked into the Ed Hardy black hole. He has some pretty sharp threads. And of course, I love the fact that my beloved Zappos carries the Ed Hardy brand in all of it’s Hardy glory.

Oh, did I mention November is also fabulous because it’s my birthday month? I’m turning 25 in exactly ONE week. Jesus I’m old.

He is soooooo freaking cute. I am absolutely in love with the little guy. Well, not that little. He is only 4 months and already weighs 50+ pounds lol. He is very well behaved, especially for a puppy. We have him in puppy training right now but all he wants to do is play during class lol. Check out the pictures of my handome boy!

Okay enough boring talk. Here are some recent pictures from a night kicking it VIP at Club Pearl (a ‘vegas style’ club in Tucson) and a night out on 4th Avenue (the best bar hopping street in Tucson).

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I purchased this website in November of 2004. No, you will not find any dirty/nude/skanky content here. I apologize if my domain name gave you the wrong impression, but this is a blog website. Always has been and always will be. Bad-Behavior.com holds a special little place in my heart, as it was my first real project. As I have grown as a web designer, this website has grown with me.

So now a little about me. As I stated above, my name is Chelsey. Most of my friends simply call me Chels. I was born into this world on November 23rd, 1984 making me 24 years old. Tucson Arizona has forever been the place I call home. This really is an amazing city. I have traveled to 12 different states over the course of my life and nothing, in my opinion, can compare to Tucson. The mountains, the sunsets, the monsoons.. Tucson just encompasses everything that makes you appreciate life a little more.

I have two jobs, which I love, but only one do I consider my career. I have worked as an office manager for a little real estate appraisal firm for the past five years. Real estate has always interested me, probably because my grandparents were realtors and always took me to work with them to be their little helper. My other job title is a freelance web designer. I started doing freelance web work in 2005 and keep a current portfolio at my design website, www.Chels.net. I have had the opportunity to work with some amazing organizations, businesses and individuals. Web design is something I truley enjoy doing and consider it to be my passion.

Now let’s talk about family. I used to consider myself to have an incredibly large, loving family. That is definitely not the case anymore. Feel free to read my blog archives from 2005 to get the whole story. The only family member who I am super close with is my dad. I don’t have any substantial relationship with my mother. I have a little brother and sister who I used to be extremely close with, but certain events caused us to devistatingly drift apart. I still love them more than life.

Moving on! I am the epitome of a girly girl.  I have an incredible addiction to all things beauty and style. I have a plethra of makeup, hair products, nail polish, perfumes.. you name it and I’ve probably got it. I consider the front doors to Sephora to be my pearly gates to Heaven. One of my other addictions is Coach handbags and accessories. So far my Coach collection includes: 6 large purses, 6 matching wallets, 2 wristlets, 2 key fobs, and 1 pair of eyeglasses. Shopping is love!

I don’t know much about cars, but I know I love my car. It is a 2006 Dodge Magnum R/T with a V8 hemi. VROOM! I also have a 2000 Dodge Stratus, as that was my first car and I just couldn’t bear to part with it. I am sentimental like that. I, sadly, have sold my Dodge Stratus and replaced it with a Chrysler Sebring.

I consider my friends to be the most awesome people of all time. I can’t think of anywhere I would rather be than out with my friends, on a dance floor and with a drink in my hand. Our intoxicated nights out are definitely what keep me sane in this busy and sometimes drama-filled life.

Well, that pretty much sums up my website and myself. Hope you’ve enjoyed the read

In other exicting news, I finally broke down and bought me one of them fancy shmancy washers and dryers, hot dang!! No seriously though, I’ve been lugging my laundry around for 4 years, and I’ve had an empty laundry room for 2 years just begging me to fill it up with some sexy appliances. I finally gave in and bought the Whirlpool Cabrio set. I like them because they have glass doors, so you can watch your clothes wash & dry LOL. I am easily amused, I know.

OH another exciting thing, I was asked to participate in career day at a local elementary school in April! HOW CUTE IS THAT? The counselor contacted me and said she was referred to me by somebody, and they would love to have a web designer because it is a very non-traditional career, especially for a young female. I get to setup a display table and talk to kids grades K-6. That is gonna be the highlight of my year I swear!

I bought a new car! Well it isn’t BRAND new but it only has 17,000 miles so close enough . Behold my lovely beautiful amazing 2006 Dodge Magnum R/T. I haven’t had time to take any pictures of it yet so I stole some off of my dealer’s website. I still have my little white Stratus.. I couldn’t bare to part with it. Plus its nice to have a backup car just in case. P.S. I don’t think I will ever do business with Infiniti of Tucson again.

Rawr.. it’s rocking a V8 5.7L hemi engine, dual exhaust, all leather with heated seats (like I really need that feature.. lol), dual AC, boston premium sound system.. I could go on Yeah I’m in love.

I am SOOO over monsoon season. For those of you that don’t live in Arizona.. we have these little things every summer calls MONSOONS. For two months straight we get massive rainfall and the city floods and roads close and people die in washes.. yeah the whole 9 yards.

So yesterday evening I was at work and it was 5:30pm which is when I go home.. but the rain was coming in sideways sooo hard that I was like “fuck that I’ll wait.” FINALLY at 6pm I leave. It normally takes me 10-15 minutes to drive home from my office.. IT ENDED UP TAKING ME A FULL FUCKING HOUR YESTERDAY!! THAT IS 60 FLIPPING MINUTES PEOPLE!! Not to mention I almost died and shit.

I get on Grant Road and the traffic is horrendus. When I pass the Swan intersection there is a dip in the road for about 20 feet and I barely thought I was gonna make it through.. but I did. The traffic is so fucked over that we are just inching.. inching.. inching along until 1/2 a mile later I see a cop car has barricaded Grant Roat because the POWER LINES ARE FALLING INTO THE STREET and is rerouting cars down Walnut, a residential neighborhood street. I managed to take a pic with my cellphone of how flooded Grant Road was before turning onto Walnut. There is a big ass curb underneath that water by the way.

THIS IS WHERE IT GETS BADDDD. Inching down this residential street was torture. IT LOOKED LIKE A RIVER!! You could not see any road at all.. you only saw water. I was driving through a freaking river. The water went up over the curb and was at the front doors of these peoples’ houses.

THEN IT GOT WORSE. We had to turn onto Flower, which is another residential street that happens to be in the FEMA flood zone.. yay. THE WATER WAS SOOOO DEEP!!! There was 4 or 5 cars that were sitting in the road stuck and stalled out with their hazard lights on because they couldn’t move!!! I was like HOLY FUCK because my car is sooooo low.. its lower then most cars and I thought for sure I was screwed. The water was literally up to my car door and I could hear “bloob bloob bloob bloob bloob” like you hear if you’re on a boat in the lake or something. So I am literally having a spaz attack freaking out and crying because traffic is moving soooooooo slow just inch by inch.. and I couldn’t pull over because the closer you got to the curb the deeper the water was.. and there was a zillion cars in front of me and behind me so I was literally trapped there in this deep ass water. My car had turned into a fucking submarine. Smoke was starting to come out from under my hood which made me freak out even more because I was so scared that I was gonna get stuck there and I didn’t know what to do!!! I kept cussing out the traffic and the rain and praying that I wouldn’t get stuck in the middle of the road/river and finally after 15 minutes of torture I made it to where it was shallow. I hauled ass home and vowed to hate the rain forever. I got sooo shaken up it really freaked me out

Tucson was literally built with ZERO drains in the streets so the water had nowhere to go it just kept building and building and getting deeper and deeper. Here are some pictures that were on Arizona Daily Star’s website of yesterday’s flooding. This was RIGHT where I was..

June 10th: For some reason I had the biggest urge for a random visit to my grandparents’ house. I had worked until 5:30pm that day. At 5:31pm I was on the phone with my grandma asking if it was alright if I stopped by. I told her I would bring dinner. She said “Sure honey I would love if you came to visit”.

It had been a good couple months since I had stopped by. It was always in the back of my mind to go see my grandparents’.. but life distracts you. That night I ended up bringing enough Kentucky Fried Chicken over to feed an army.. it was my grandpa’s favorite. My grandma wasn’t feeling well so I took her a plate upstairs while my grandpa and I ate at the kitchen table. I remember the worried look on his face. In fact.. I will never forget it. He says to me “I don’t know what to do Chessy.” (that was his name for me) and I said “About what poppa?” He turns his head away and says “Grandma.. I don’t know what to do. She says she can’t breathe but she never wants to go to the hospital.” I didn’t really know what to say to comfort him. I hated seeing him upset.. it killed me.

After we finished eating we went upstairs to watch TV with grandma. I got cozy on the recliner and we watched the news. Since age 3 I remember every night I would lay out on the living room floor with my pillow and grandma’s silky white blanket and watch the news with them. I eventually upgraded to the recliner at age 10 or so.

During commercials grandma would mute the TV so we could chit chat. Grandpa had just gotten his brand new drivers license and was especially proud of himself. He decided to call it an early night and go to bed. He kissed us girls goodnight and off he went into the bedroom. Grandma and I stayed up until 11pm or so chatting the night away. She got up to go to the restroom, walked over to me, grabbed my face and told me how pretty I looked that night. She would always comment on how she loves my eye makeup and how eyeliner looks horrible on her. I would always offer to do it for her sometime.

I said goodnight to grandma around 11 that night. She told me to drive safe and call her when I got into my front door because she hated that I lived in an apartment complex and walked in the dark from my car (She even gave me mase a few months prior).

I went home that night feeling so good. I always cherished my visits with them. Hell.. I would spend weekends at their house until I was 18 years old. It was until I moved out of my parents’ house and got a job that I barely got to see them. But seeing them that night, just on a whim, made me so happy.

I got to work the next day and found an email from my Uncle Randy. It said grandma was rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night and was put in intensive care. He was catching a flight from Massechusetts into Tucson. I thought to myself “What? I was just over there last night?” I left work early that day to go to the hospital. My family (particularly my mother) weren’t exactly on speaking terms with me, but I didn’t care whatsoever. I walked into that hospital all by myself and completely separated myself from the bullshit.

I stepped into the ICU room. My grandpa, cousins, mother, uncles and aunts.. everyone was in there. I got close to the bed and held my grandma’s hand. She had an oxygen mask on and was barely concious. She looked over to me and just lit up. She said “Chelsey hey baby” in her weak little voice. It was one of the only things she said the entire week she was in the hospital. I couldn’t help but start crying. It killed me to see her like that. My grandpa was on the other side of her.. holding her other hand with all his might.

She stayed in the hospital for about a week before she passed. I spent every single day there with her. My grandpa never left her side.. bless his heart. He slept in a cott on the side of her hospital bed with her hand in his. 55 years of marraige really does something to your soul.

The day before she died.. all of my family members attended a meeting in the hospital about taking her machine off and what-not. I stayed behind with her. She wasn’t concious because of all the medication she was on. But I didn’t care. I just wanted to be with her one-on-one with nobody else in the room. I needed that time and I’m so glad I was able to have it. I sang all of the songs to her that she taught me when I was little. “I’m in love with the man in the moon” was one of our favorites. And “All aboard to blanket bay” was another. But “Jerusalem” was definitely OUR song. She taught me that song when I was 7 or 8 and we sang it together constantly. We would always serenade grandpa with our songs. It felt so good to be able to sing to her at that moment. I guess that was my way of saying goodbye.

June of 2005 was the saddest month of my life. Just 5 days later.. my Grandpa Dewey passed away. It was June 19th, which was not only his birthday, but Father’s Day as well. The doctors claimed it was either a blood clot or a heart attack. But I know it was because he couldn’t take the pain. He died of a broken heart. The woman he loved for 55 years was in heaven and he needed to be reunited with her. It was a bittersweet feeling.

I blogged in detail about the whole ordeal two years ago. It hurts too bad to look through my archives and read about it. To this day I can’t think about them without crying. I loved them more then life. Losing them was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to accept. I can only be thankful that I was able to spend that last night with them.. just hours before my grandma was admitted into the hospital. God works in mysterious ways doesn’t he?