This makes me excited to have kids


Hilarious.

“And what did you do with the hair?”

“I¬†hide it under the radiator.”

Yes.

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This life is a slippy slope


I quick wanted to share this embarrassing story so I can giggle about it and move on.

Yesterday morning before work I had to go look at an apartment with my landlord.

I was semi-upset with him and the given situation (long story, not going there) so I was trying to be super “bad-ass-bitchy” Caitlin. I felt I needed to have this attitude so he knew I was s e r i o u s about business.

While we were leaving my house to walk to our cars, I somehow managed to slide down a tiny (note:tiny) hill that was slippery with mud from the rain the night before. I fell and landed on my face.

Usually, in these sort of oh-shit-that-was-embarrassing moments I would sit on the ground for a while, take in the laughs and crack a joke about it. But since I was trying to be a “bad ass”, I got up, wiped the dirt mud off my dress pants and told my landlord that I was just fine. (which I wasn’t…pebbles in your hands HURT! Wah.)

(I’m sure he got in his car and laughed as I would have).

Then I got in my car and felt so awkward. Clearly, I’m not as “bad ass” I thought. Dang it!

Whatever, I’m over it.

Peace, love and apples with peanut butter rock my world.

This life is a slippy slope


I quick wanted to share this embarrassing story so I can giggle about it and move on.

Yesterday morning before work I had to go look at an apartment with my landlord.

I was semi-upset with him and the given situation (long story, not going there) so I was trying to be super “bad-ass-bitchy” Caitlin. I felt I needed to have this attitude so he knew I was s e r i o u s about business.

While we were leaving my house to walk to our cars, I somehow managed to slide down a tiny (note:tiny) hill that was slippery with mud from the rain the night before. I fell and landed on my face.

Usually, in these sort of oh-shit-that-was-embarrassing moments I would sit on the ground for a while, take in the laughs and crack a joke about it. But since I was trying to be a “bad ass”, I got up, wiped the dirt mud off my dress pants and told my landlord that I was just fine. (which I wasn’t…pebbles in your hands HURT! Wah.)

(I’m sure he got in his car and laughed as I would have).

Then I got in my car and felt so awkward. Clearly, I’m not as “bad ass” I thought. Dang it!

Whatever, I’m over it.

Peace, love and apples with peanut butter rock my world.

The story of the girl and her plant


This is a story about a girl, a plant and how this plant may have a hidden meaning behind it…No, probably not but follow along to find out!

This plant is not actually mine. (well, now it is because¬†I’ve adopted¬†it). The boyfriend gave me this plant to¬†“babysit”¬†while ¬†he moved to Chicago.

Sidenote- The girls in my family don’t know how to take care of plants. Taking care of plants goes into the same category as cooking for me, we just don’t understand one another. In fact, just like my baking skills,¬†I managed to burn this plant…more on that in a second.

Where was I? Oh yes, boyfriend gave me this plant to watch while he was in Chicago.

So I accepted the challenge!

I took this challenge¬†very seriously because 1.)the boyfriend loves his plants so I didn’t want to ruin it 2.) I heard that if you can care for a plant and not k i l¬†l¬†it, it means you are ready for a relationship AND a puppy! (cool!) <–who the helll made this up? And why do I actually believe it?

So everyday for about a week I remembered to water the plant and I would take the plant on “walks” outside with me. (I let him sit in the sun next to me on the deck). I also talked very nice to him and told him someday he would be a strong, big plant just like the trees he saw in the yard.

One day, while I let him (the plant) play outside I forgot about him and accidentally left him in the sun while I was out biking :(. It was a hot day and by the time I had gotten home, I had burnt his little fluffy leaves. Gasp!

I confessed to the boyfriend and this was his response,

“I gave you that plant because it doesn’t really need to be watered. And it shouldn’t be in the sun for long periods of time. It will burn.”

Oh reallllllllllllly? You would give me the plant that doesn’t need water OR sunlight. Who does that!?

So basically I over cared for the plant.

Fail.

Then I left for Chicago to visit the boyfriend, and forgot about the plant for a week.

So¬† tonight when I looked at the plant, to my disbelief, he had grown a little branch !!! (Branch? Leaf? Stem?…not sure but something sprouted).

Plant

Now I think this plant has some sort of life meaning I’m¬†supposed¬†to have learned-¬†maybe if you “tend” to life too much and worry about it too much you won’t grow and when you stop over “watering” yourself you grow! And, if you sit in the sun too long you’ll burn. <—This one I know is true from personal experience.

Lesson learned!

Guys, I’m genius. I know. ūüėČ

Okay off to bed. Peace, love and tomorrow is my Friday. Hollllllllllllllllllller.

 

sing your little heart out. I’m serious.


Do you ever sing so LOUD in¬†your car your throat hurts? And you think, “wow singing that loud makes my throat hurt! I can’t belt this song out because it kind of hurts but¬†since it’s so¬†great I must!!”

No? Okay good me neither….

In all seriousness- I do. This is actually how I fix a bad day.

I want you all to take a moment to laugh about that.

 laugh laugh laugh. ha ha ha. tee hee tee hee tee hee.

Most people probably go grab a drink with friends or hit the gym to fix a bad day. Me? I¬†drive around in my car and sing suppper loud to N’sync¬†90’s¬†songs.

And waste lots of gas. Then I cry about never having any money because I wasted it all  driving around  and singing songs with a sore throat.

And as ridiculous as that sounds, it really does cure my bad mood! (well that and a little Starbucks.)

After a week from a hell <— not really but seriously. I’m just overly melodramatic. what? me? noooo.

But in all seriousness, to top it off tonight, I did manage to lose my phone and debit card. Oh, and my sanity.

In all seriousness, this is the email  I seriously just sent:

I lost my phone. and debit card. and sanity. wtf my life.

If you brought whiskey and cigarettes over tonight I wouldn’t be mad.

In all seriousness, I was just kidding. Because I don’t smoke or drink whiskey. Once, I drank whiskey and punched someone but I’ll tell that story another day.

But in all seriousness, the only way I find to get over a bad week is to make a joke out of it, laugh about it and sing really loud in the car. Seriously.

And also in all seriousness, I just looked at plane tickets to run away to California for the weekend. Two issues- 1.) my debit card is still MIA 2.) tickets are $600.00. <— Seriously? $$$ UGH.

So¬†seriously what I’m trying to say is I am seriously so glad it is almost the weekend.

If you seriously see a blonde girl on the side of the road with a sign that says, “cali or bust”, pick her up because I heard she’s a really great singer.

TGIF. Seriously.

sing your little heart out. I’m serious.


Do you ever sing so LOUD in¬†your car your throat hurts? And you think, “wow singing that loud makes my throat hurt! I can’t belt this song out because it kind of hurts but¬†since it’s so¬†great I must!!”

No? Okay good me neither….

In all seriousness- I do. This is actually how I fix a bad day.

I want you all to take a moment to laugh about that.

 laugh laugh laugh. ha ha ha. tee hee tee hee tee hee.

Most people probably go grab a drink with friends or hit the gym to fix a bad day. Me? I¬†drive around in my car and sing suppper loud to N’sync¬†90’s¬†songs.

And waste lots of gas. Then I cry about never having any money because I wasted it all  driving around  and singing songs with a sore throat.

And as ridiculous as that sounds, it really does cure my bad mood! (well that and a little Starbucks.)

After a week from a hell <— not really but seriously. I’m just overly melodramatic. what? me? noooo.

But in all seriousness, to top it off tonight, I did manage to lose my phone and debit card. Oh, and my sanity.

In all seriousness, this is the email  I seriously just sent:

I lost my phone. and debit card. and sanity. wtf my life.

If you brought whiskey and cigarettes over tonight I wouldn’t be mad.

In all seriousness, I was just kidding. Because I don’t smoke or drink whiskey. Once, I drank whiskey and punched someone but I’ll tell that story another day.

But in all seriousness, the only way I find to get over a bad week is to make a joke out of it, laugh about it and sing really loud in the car. Seriously.

And also in all seriousness, I just looked at plane tickets to run away to California for the weekend. Two issues- 1.) my debit card is still MIA 2.) tickets are $600.00. <— Seriously? $$$ UGH.

So¬†seriously what I’m trying to say is I am seriously so glad it is almost the weekend.

If you seriously see a blonde girl on the side of the road with a sign that says, “cali or bust”, pick her up because I heard she’s a really great singer.

TGIF. Seriously.

Yoga Success


This morning in yoga I got into Crow pose, held it and made it into a headstand.

Guys this is a big deal, bigggg deal.

I’m super excited. And bragging.

Next goal, this! Dream big right?

(I’ll take that body too. No biggie.)

For all you crazy yoga peeps, I realize this probably not a big deal but it is very exciting for this little yogi virgin.

Geee!

Anddddd we’re off to work! ūüė¶

Yoga Success


This morning in yoga I got into Crow pose, held it and made it into a headstand.

Guys this is a big deal, bigggg deal.

I’m super excited. And bragging.

Next goal, this! Dream big right?

(I’ll take that body too. No biggie.)

For all you crazy yoga peeps, I realize this probably not a big deal but it is very exciting for this little yogi virgin.

Geee!

Anddddd we’re off to work! ūüė¶