Today, I shall enlighten the world (sort of), by giving an explanation as to the name of this blog.
Let's begin with "Frazzles"

Frazzles. It has a nice ring to it, no? Well IIIIIII think so. Frazzles happens to be one of my nicknames. Who thinks of a nickname like this you ask? Allow me to share the story.
Once upon a time, Chantelle (me) went to a church sponsored program affectionately known as "Trek". This program gives teenagers the opportunity to reenact the journey of the early Mormon pioneers to Utah. Basically, they strip you down of all modern conveniences, ask you to don era-appropriate clothing (hello bloomers), and you push/pull wooden handcarts and tent in the middle of no where. It may sound awful, but surprisingly most of the youth really enjoy it. ANYWAYS.... Everyone is put into "families" and at the head of each family is a "Ma" and a "Pa". I was one of the lucky ones. My Pa insisted on us calling him Big Poppa and his wife Momma Bear. Our family then decided that we should all have nicknames and then we would be like totally the most gangst pioneers in the whole trek! So Poppa Bear began to christen each of his "sons" with nicknames. I, having always been prone to jealousy, asked him why none of the girls had nicknames. Thus, each of the girls were given nicknames too, and I was dubbed forevermore as the one-and-only....