This is my first blog, EVER! Never did I imagine or think that I would get into doing this. I like the idea of it. I like the thought of being able to write out your thoughts and feelings, and maybe past or occurring situations in life. With that being said, it would be appropriate for me to tell you who I am. I am Chase Philip Shelley. I was born and raised in Tacoma, Washington. I was born into a hectic and crazy family, but it was definitely worth it! God blessed my mother with twins, minus the pain. I don't remember most of growing up in Washington. All I remember is where I lived, the house I grew up in, and the school that I went to. I have something with me that always makes me miss home when I see it. It's a scar on my head, that is very noticeable. How did I get it? Well, of course, growing up with siblings, there are many disagreements and fights. One day, my brother and I had gotten into a bit of a scuffle, resulting in me punching my brother. My dad came to his rescue, and started to chase me around the house. I turned back to see where he was and ran right into a door hinge...thus splitting my head right open! It was radical, and crazy for my parents! I was in so much shock, that it didn't really phase me, besides the fact that later that day I had about 13 staples holding my skull together. After getting that scar, I was very self conscious about it, but of course, growing older and accepting the fact that it wasn't going anywhere, the only thing I could do was live with it! So, it is a constant reminder to me of old, cold, and amazing Tacoma, Washington. When I was about 8, turning 9, my father had received a job offer that he couldn't let down, thus we moved to sunny California! Although we were upset that we had to move, who would ever give up the dream of living in California?! So, we moved to Chatsworth in 1999 just close to 2000. Growing up there wasn't the best experience for me. Going to middle school was a bit tough for me. Growing up, I was always shy, and kept to myself. The school that I went to was big on having events and giving kids the chance to open up to each other, so eventually I grew comfortable with myself and others around me and came out of my shell, not all the way though. I was still that baby tortious afraid of the outside world, and just wanted to hide in his shell for as long as possible. Having a twin brother throughout school was definitely a plus for both him and I. Yes, I was a shy kid, but my brother and I were very well known by all of the kids at school (this was the same for middle school and high school). Finally, when I was about 13 my parents were offered another job, better than their current one, so we moved to beautiful Highland, California! It was our second story house, but I was too young to appreciate it. When we moved into this house, I knew that this is where we would always be. My parents planned on retiring in the house and growing old...I'll get to that soon. This house was perfect for us. It fit the whole family, it was a two story, and had a pool! Chris(my twin brother) and I were now in middle school. We attended Clement Middle School in Redlands. Although I didn't like the school much itself, my teachers were amazing. I definitely began to figure out who I was at this school. I met most of my great friends, who I am still great friends with today at this school. We were at Clement for 6th and 7th grade, and then Highland finally figured out "Oh hey, everyone in this city has to break and arm and a leg just to drive to Clement every day...let's build our own school!" Thus, Beattie Middle School was built during my 7th grade year. It was built right down the street from my house...how convenient! Yes, I was upset with the fact that I wouldn't be able to see most of my friends who lived in Redlands and would be attending Clement for their 8th grade year, but it made me happy to know that I would be part of the first "graduating" class of Beattie Middle School. After the school was built, it made me realize that I deserved to be in a nice, good, and clean school! I remember that a lot of kids that were going to be forced to go to Clement for their 8th grade year tried their best to transfer to Beattie because it was a kick ass school! My 8th grade year was definitely one of the best years of my life! I met so many amazing people and the staff and teachers were freaking amazing! The best part of living in Highland, was that there was an amazing church right across the street from my house!
Ok, let's talk about my faith and my walk with God. I was born into a Christian family...yes, I am very blessed! I was saved when I was about 8 years old at vacation Bible school at Rocky Peak Church, which was the church that my family and I were attending when we lived in Chatsworth. The day that I found God, the day that I became a child of God(granted yes, I was technically already a child of God), but that day...spiritually showed me that I was a child of God was so amazing. I will NEVER forget that day. My brother and I were both saved on the same day! After that day, my life changed completely. Ever since that day, I have come to learn to appreciate life itself, and the things and blessings that God does for us and gives us. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me, next to the love of my life(which I'll get to soon.) Yes, I am a Christian, and I am so proud to claim that I am God's servant! I live to glorify and praise his name and live a life that will satisfy him and make him happy!
So, back to Highland. I was very fortunate to have a church right across the street from my house. I met my best friend Kevin Palmer on the first day that I attended church at Immanuel Baptist Church. I remember, me being the shy guy that I am, walked into the "kids fellowship" class, and Kevin was the first kid to approach me and start to talk to me, and we clicked right away. It was definitely a great feeling to know that someone noticed me! Him and I have been bestfriends, and will be until the day that I die. I love him to death. He has always been here for me, no matter what! Granted, we've had arguments and disagreements...but every friendship and relationship does, right?! My family was perfect. I had a loving and caring father, mother, brother and sister. My sister moved out when she was 16/17 and decided that she was mature/old enough to live on her own. So, it was just my parents, my brother and I. Unfortunately, the "perfect" family that I was so used to...fell apart. My parents go divorced when I was 16. My dad was a heavy alcoholic(he's a recovering alcoholic, and hasn't drank for a few years now!) With my dad constantly being drunk, and my parents fighting, they figured it would be best to not make us go through what they were putting us through anymore, so they separated. My mom decided to move to the house that I currently reside in and have been living in for the last 2 years, and my dad kept the "dream house". Eventually, paying for the house was not something my dad wanted to do, so he moved out to Yucca Valley, California, resulting in my brother and I moving with my mother! My parents divorced during my sophomore year...that was extremely hard on my brother and I. My grades dropped, there was definitely a change in my attitude, and I went back to the old "shy Chase". It took a while to get used to not being around both of my parents all of the time, but I learned to cope with it. Since we had to move in with my mom, we were considered out of the "school boundaries", so instead of my brother and I going to a new high school, we were home schooled for our Junior and Senior year...which I loved! I was able to sleep in, do all of my work for the 2 weeks and just have 2 weeks to myself! Graduating was such a great accomplishment for me. Only one of my sisters graduated and got her diploma, so my parents watching Chris and I graduate, was definitely a big deal for them and I! I got my first job in early March of this year, and I still work there. It is a frozen yogurt self serve shop. For it being my first job, I'm proud of myself that I am still there! I am told all of the time that I am a great worker, and I have great social skills...so it's nice to know that my workmanship is noticed. So, after all of this writing, there is just about only one thing, besides the part of me finding God that is the most important to me!
Since I've been living in Beaumont with my mother, I have been attending Crossroad Christian Center. It is..in a sense to me a very private and close church. It is not big at all...it's perfect. It seats about 300 at the most, and is very personal. I know just about everyone that I attend church with and I love it. Anyways, so the first service that I attended with my mother was with a guest speaker, not even our own pastor! I loved that night. Yes, I was a bit shy, but I knew that this was the church for me. I was a bit hesitant to go at first, but of course my mother being who she is made me go. Well, let me say this, I'm not going to write about past relationships, or even waste time explaining any of that nonsense on here, because that is the past. In words of Jonny Craig "The past should stay dead". and that's what I live by. I mean, of course, remember the good and happy times, but my past relationships don't matter to me. Anyways, this church was and still is amazing! Every time I go I am fed such an amazing word, and I am able to worship and praise God! A few months after attending the church, there was this girl that caught my eye. I have tattoos...9 to be exact! Ok, I'm straying from the initial story briefly to tell you the story about my tattoos. So, while home schooling, my friend that was 17, just as I at the time, knew someone who did tattoos. I grew up with piercings, and still have some today, but I always knew that I wanted a tattoo! Me being straight edge, I knew that I wanted to get a straight edge tattoo as my first one. I ended up getting an X on each calf, so that I could represent what I lived for, and not be ashamed of it! A couple of weeks later I was craving new ink! I got my guardian angel, who has X's on his hands on my left leg. Know this...at the time, my mom had no idea I was getting tattoos or had tattoos >.< SO, after getting a tattoo that took up a great portion of my leg, I took a break. I said break...not a long one. 2 weeks later I got another tattoo, and another. After having 5, I decided that I wanted to wait until I turned 18, so that I could go into a shop and get my tattoos done in a clean environment. WHY? Why stop getting tattoos when I had an available source that was willing to tattoo me whenever I wanted? Well, after getting my 5th tattoo, all of my prior tattoos were only black ink, and some brown. My 5th tattoo required me to get red ink. My tattoo artist warned me about red ink, and that most people are allergic to blues, yellows...and reds. Of course, me being the dare devil that I am, I went for it. The tattoo came out perfect, I loved it! A few days went by, and nothing drastic was happening. The tattoo was healing perfectly, just like every other one. About a week of having the tattoo, my leg was noticeably swollen. I began to have red bumps all over my leg. I was FREAKING out! And, sadly, I couldn't tell my mom because I had such a great fear of her kicking me out of the house. A few more days went by, and I was to the point where I couldn't even fit my foot in my own shoe, or comfortably fit my leg in my jeans. Luckily, the whole week that my leg was like this, I was at my cousins house...stuck in bed. It got so bad, to the point where I couldn't walk..at all. SO, I knew that the only person I could tell was my dad. I called my dad, and told him about what I had...he told me it was staph infection(which it was), and he told me that I couldn't go to the hospital if I didn't want my mom to find out. After talking on the phone with him for about 5 minutes, he told me to find a pressure spot on my leg, where all of the infection would have built up under my skin, and I did. As non graphic as I can put this, I had to sit in my cousin's bath tub, and cut my leg open at the pressure point with a razor blade. I won't go into detail, but I was so relieved, and so was my body after that. Yes, there was a lot of blood and puss, but a few days later, my leg went back to regular size. I was still faced with all of the bumps all over my leg, and I was extremely self conscious, thus I wore pants and didn't show my legs for about 4 or 5 months. After that time had passed, they all went away, and I was able to wear shorts and be proud of the artwork on my skin! A couple months after that, I had turned 18! On my 18th birthday I go my chest done, and got "God Is My Strength" across my chest, under my collar bone. I got it in reference to 2 Samuel 22:33..read it. So, after that, in the past months since then I got "Jesus"...his name, across the front of my left ankle, a diamond on my left foot to represent purity, and a pure life and body(because I have never drank, never smoked, and I am still a virgin), and under the diamond I got the words "Stay True". After that I got a clipper ship on the right side of my leg for my father. Him and I both love water, and he owns a boat...so I wanted to get a tattoo for him! I still have yet to get a tattoo for my mother...but I will!
Ok, back to my story about this girl! So, this girl had tattoos, and that is what initially caught my eye about her...that, and the fact that she is freaking gorgeous and breathtaking! I remember that every time I went to church, I would always look for her, but never let her see me looking for her >.< Every time I saw her, all I could do was stand in amazement and admire her beauty. Yes, me being the "shy guy", I never had the balls to approach her or even say hi to her. This all went on for about a year and a half...A YEAR AND A HALF of no communication with this Ms. Perfect. About a month and a half ago, she brought this guy to church. This guy was covered in tattoos, and had a rad sense of style. As soon as I saw him, he reminded me of my brother, who is also covered in tattoos, and looks similar! So, I was very interested in knowing who he was. Her and this guy would always come into my work, so when they did, I introduced myself to him, this me finally introducing myself to her. I got aquatinted with both of them, and we all clicked right away. I remember that every time it was the both of them coming into my work, I would always pay more attention to him, and sort of be a punk to her(more of a little kid crush, you like someone, you show no sign of affection) type of deal. After a couple of weeks, it became apparent to him, her best friend, that I was flirting with her...I was totally surprised that she never caught on, but I'm glad she didn't because that was the point and never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would ever stand a chance with this Ms. Perfect...Sarah. So, that night at my work, he, Hudson, asked for my phone number, so I had no problem giving it to him. They left my work, we said our goodbyes, and that was it. Right away, he texted me, and we sparked up a conversation like nothing! About an hour into our conversation he had mentioned that he noticed I was flirting with his best friend and asked me if I had any interest in her. Uhm...hello...are you kidding me?! Hell YES! He then told me that she had a thing for me, and my stomach sink, and my heart began to make it's way to my throat. After getting her number, I texted her, and just the same thing...conversation sparked! It was so amazing! We texted each other for about a couple of hours, and she fell asleep. All I remember that night was..."Please God, let this be the woman for me. Let this be the woman that you have prepared for me for the last 19 years!"...I prayed so hard that night. A couple of days later, we both told each other that we were crushing on each other and it was such a great feeling. We began to hold hands, and hold each other, and just spend amazing time with each other. Yes, I was very eager to kiss her, but she strictly told me that she didn't kiss guys who weren't her boyfriend...and I respected that. Yes, the temptation was there, but her feelings and wishes were more important. About 4 or 5 days of this...we realized that US was because of God. God made US happen for a reason. It was an incredible feeling to find out that we both were on the same page. I wasn't hesitant at all to make her mine, so I asked her to be my girlfriend...she said yes!
That second, I grabbed her, and kissed her so passionately...that was one of the most amazing moments in my life. Ever since that day, I have found myself to be soooo much happier than I have ever been in my entire life. I don't remember my life before. I don't remember how things were before I met her. She makes me SO freaking happy! I see her every day, and spend as much time as I can with her. She is so freaking amazing. She is the most loving, caring, God fearing, selfless, gorgeous, funny, sweet...PERFECT woman in this world. She has no idea how blessed, or how lucky I am to have her in my life. I am in love...for once I am in love and I'm happy. She never ceases to amaze me, she never ceases to put a smile on my face, and she never ceases to make it apparent that she loves me. Back to her and I knowing that this is all from God...she is my fiancée! Were getting married next year...October 9th, 2010 to be exact. I must say, planning a wedding is stressful, but most of all, it is great! I am so excited for our future together, the future that God has planned for the both of us. The best part of being with her, besides staring into her gorgeous eyes, holding her with a safe grip, and kissing her lovable lips...is being able to worship with her...worship God in our church! Having her by my side when we are worshiping and reading the word makes me so happy! She is MY woman of God, and she will be for the rest of my life!
I love her so freaking much! She is the love of my life. My life is finally complete...I am finally complete. I am so excited to start a family with her in our near future and be able to raise God fearing kids and raise them in our church. All I can say is...I'm blessed and I am extremely happy. I am definitely going to blog as often as I can..I can't promise every day, but I will definitely blog once a week! Today is Halloween...and I have work -_- Oh well, I'm hanging out with my lovely fiancée tonight, so I'm pretty stoked! Goodbye for now.
I love being at Sarah's house just about every night, relaxing and cuddling and enjoying a warm fire and a cute Christmas movie. After purchasing the first ring that Sarah had initially wanted for her engagement ring, she found another ring and decided that this was the one that she truly wanted. And of course, I didn't want her to have a ring that both her and I disliked, so I bought the new ring, and I must say that it is the most gorgeous ring EVER! Seeing her with the ring on her finger brings such a huge smile to my face! So, it is now day 3 without Sarah home. She left for Vegas on Saturday to visit her mom and family and to spend Thanksgiving with them. It was so hard letting her go at the airport, and it's hard waking up not seeing her gorgeous face, and not doing every day things that we do. But, I know that she needed to see her mom and family, and I wasn't going to object to it or hold her back from visiting her family. God has definitely blessed me with such an amazing woman. Last friday, it was her grandparent's(dad's side) birthday! So, Sarah, dad, and I went up to her aunt Leslie's house in Corona Del Mar to celebrate their birthday. The whole day before we left I was so nervous but once we got there and I started meeting people I got a lot more comfortable. I love everyone that I met! We had an amazing dinner, and cake, and chatted for a little while then headed home. When we finally reached my house, the last thing dad said to me was "Chase, you're really starting to become a member of the family." and that made me SO freaking happy! As soon as Sarah got home, she called me and said "Am I on crack, or did dad say what I thought he said?", I laughed and replied "Yes, he did!" :] So, since Sarah is in Vegas with her mother and family, her and mom and grandma went and tried on wedding dresses and Sarah showed them her dress! I am so happy that they love it just as much as her. Last night I got to video chat with Sarah...for 4 hours! Mom says "Chase, when you see her walk down the isle, you are going to die!" haha, that was lovely >.< I'm so glad that mom is helping us with the wedding finances and planning...that means a lot to me. I hope that the next few days go by as fast as possible, I miss having Sarah here =/ I talk to her every day, and I was so blessed to have seen her face yesterday, that made me so freaking happy :] My love and feelings for her are growing more and more every day, and just like I told her, when she gets back, I'm going to fall in love with her all over again :] OH, I saw Twilight: New Moon on Saturday night.
Yes, I am a HUGE fan of Twilight, and I must say that this movie was amazing. I love the first one, and the second one was just as amazing. I'm so freaking stoked that Eclipse comes out in just 7 months! Well, Sarah comes back in 3 days and I can't freaking wait! I'm upset that I cant spend Thanksgiving day with her, or even see her as soon as she gets back =/ I am spending Thanksgiving with my dad, and going to see KISS at the San Diego sports arena! Yeah, seeing KISS for the second time will be cool, but I'm only excited for two things that day. 1. I get to go to my favorite city in the whole world! and 2. I get to see my gorgeous baby that night when I get back! I can't wait! Well, I can't promise when I'll write again, but I'm sure it will be sometime soon. So, until next time.
