What's Up Doc

In London I remember when we discovered that the McDonald’s near Queen’s Way Stop did something very special with their apple pies. You could order them with ice cream and caramel sauce on top. Somehow we could talk ourselves into needing this treat several times a week. Rijen was usually in the lead. We took Clint with us once and showed him our discovery. He was not impressed and tried to order his plain. We all freaked out and told Clint that this was a family outing (I think it was our Monday Family Night) and that as a family we were eating apple pie with ice cream and caramel. I think he thought we were crazy, but for the sake of the family he went along with it.

Not that all my memories revolve around food, but we were not afraid to try a place out especially if the sign said “All you can eat” I remember the Pizza Hot” as we referred to it and queuing up for way more pizza than we should have eaten!

Of course there was going out and getting ready to go out. Chelsea was always happy to help with our hair and get us looking fabulous. For The Sound of Music Chelsea had this perfect carpet bag and Katie had a guitar. Putting the two together won us best costume. The prize was disappointingly enough a bottle of wine, but we were still proud!

Chelsea was about the only one who stayed faithful to an exercise plan, and she would happily go with anyone even people like me who were logging 17 min miles. She ran patiently with me and sang tried to get me energized with the Eagles “Take it to the limit” song. Then at the end of the run she would say. “Oh I think I might stay a little longer.” and then do her full routine.

I remember the a few weeks after we got back from London. Jodi had decided to go to the University of Utah and I said I would driver her up and help her get settled. We pulled into Salt Lake and found the big U on the Mountain and headed in that direction. We had no idea where anything was or what we were doing and we knew exactly 2 people –Chelsea and Ange. Somehow we parked and started to wander around the campus. I don’t think we had marched ten steps when someone yelled our names. It was Chelsea. She was out delivering something for work and spotted us. She took us up to her office and before the day was through, she had Jodi a job and had helped her work out her schedule.

We celebrated her 20th birthday that weekend—she was babysitting in true Chelsea fashion and so we made enchiladas and watched “What’s Up Doc” “Love means never having to say you are sorry.” “That is the dumbest thing I ever heard.” I loved renting that movie and watching it again to celebrate her birthday.

Thanks Chelsea. I think of you often.

Lesli