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Rosie


Meet Rosie.

I killed her last weekend and now am attempting to bring her back to life. <–Full time job.

If taking care of this plant is anything close to raising children, I am S C R E W E D.

Whoever said gardening/taking care of plants is good for the soul is a liar.

This soul prefers red wine.

Rosie


Meet Rosie.

I killed her last weekend and now am attempting to bring her back to life. <–Full time job.

If taking care of this plant is anything close to raising children, I am S C R E W E D.

Whoever said gardening/taking care of plants is good for the soul is a liar.

This soul prefers red wine.

Peace n blessinz


funnyness

Leaving work on a Friday.

This = me right NOW!

Annnd I’m off to hop on my bike and ride my little butt home!  Somehow I managed to miss my “exit” on my bike ride in to work today, trailing me 20 minutes in the wrong direction. Reaaallly? (notevencool) Do they have GPS for bikes? Cause this girl needs one. I blame in on the fact that I was rocking out to my fav song of the moment<—truth. #Turnitup!

Peace, love and I should probably buy a bike helmet…yesterday.

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.

It’s ok


(just a few things I’ve learned in the past couple weeks)

It’s ok

…to not always be ok

…it’s ok to admit when you are not ok

…it’s ok to cry one minute and be gut laughing the next minute. (People will think you are crazy but really, it’s ok)

…it’s also ok to cry in front of your loved one and have snot run down your face. This folks, is when you know someone really must love you.

…it’s ok to feel sad, frustrated, and extremely happy all at the same time

… it’s ok to be so completely confused and change your mind every hour of everyday (okay, this is actually not ok but it most definitely happens)

…it’s ok to rely heavily on your friends and family at times and call them every hour to just know it’s all going to be ok

… it’s ok to love a place and want to leave a place all at the same time

…it’s ok to be lost sometimes. Not all who wonder are lost…right? < — please let that one be true.

… and it’s ok to fall apart when you have wonderful people in your life who are constant reminders that no matter what happens, it really will be ok.

Ok? Ok 🙂

I almost caught on fire last week


Hey guys. I’m back. I got “up” (reached off the end of my bed, stretched my arms as far as I could) and grabbed my computer charger. Success!

Story time. I can’t believe I forgot to tell this story….

A.) because I almost died *dramatization

B.) because I could have died *not a dramatization (is that a word? And what does it mean?)

Before I tell this story, I just want to say something to my mom the only person who reads this blog– I know it’ll stress you out to hear that I have real life burning candles in my bedroom. The truth hurts. But don’t worry, the candles never get left on if/when a.) I leave the room b.) I fall asleep

My mom used to panick when we would light candles in our bedrooms when we were little. In fact, I’m pretty sure candles were banned from the house.  This, of course, is why I have an obsession with candles now. I was deprived. Must lite candles!!!!<— No, not really but actually yes kind of. (I think my mom is the person that created flameless candles. I hate those things. )

Story- ok!

Last week, after I got out of the shower in the morning I was walking to my bedroom in my towel to get dressed. I saw my candle sitting in the corner of my room, so lonely-

Candle to me: “Light me…You know you want too!”

Me to candle “I can’t deny you. You will a.) make my room smell good b.) trick me into thinking my room is a little warmer due to your tiny flame.

The candle won. So I pulled out the matches, lite one and BOOM towel on fire!

Did you catch that? T O W E L (on my body) on F I R E (hot flames that do in deed burn your skin, hairs, everything.)

naturally, I panicked and the first thing that popped in my head was STOP DROP ROLL!

I did not stop, drop or roll. Instead I spazzed out, slapped my towel like crazy and prayed to god the flames wouldn’t reach my hair.

After I had calmed down and put all the flames out, I realized that my towel must have caught on fire from all the hair spray and hair products that were it.

As calm I sound about this now, this was actually one of the scariest things that has happened in my 23 years of life. I never had plans to catch on fire. But now I can say I survived a fire. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Right?

And that concludes my story time. So class, what have we learned?

1.) Take that little warning that says CAUTION FLAMMABLE seriously. Hairspray is indeed highly flammable

2.) Don’t wear towels around the house lighting matches.

3.) If you feel like giggling a lot  go watch this.

 

I almost caught on fire last week


Hey guys. I’m back. I got “up” (reached off the end of my bed, stretched my arms as far as I could) and grabbed my computer charger. Success!

Story time. I can’t believe I forgot to tell this story….

A.) because I almost died *dramatization

B.) because I could have died *not a dramatization (is that a word? And what does it mean?)

Before I tell this story, I just want to say something to my mom the only person who reads this blog– I know it’ll stress you out to hear that I have real life burning candles in my bedroom. The truth hurts. But don’t worry, the candles never get left on if/when a.) I leave the room b.) I fall asleep

My mom used to panick when we would light candles in our bedrooms when we were little. In fact, I’m pretty sure candles were banned from the house.  This, of course, is why I have an obsession with candles now. I was deprived. Must lite candles!!!!<— No, not really but actually yes kind of. (I think my mom is the person that created flameless candles. I hate those things. )

Story- ok!

Last week, after I got out of the shower in the morning I was walking to my bedroom in my towel to get dressed. I saw my candle sitting in the corner of my room, so lonely-

Candle to me: “Light me…You know you want too!”

Me to candle “I can’t deny you. You will a.) make my room smell good b.) trick me into thinking my room is a little warmer due to your tiny flame.

The candle won. So I pulled out the matches, lite one and BOOM towel on fire!

Did you catch that? T O W E L (on my body) on F I R E (hot flames that do in deed burn your skin, hairs, everything.)

naturally, I panicked and the first thing that popped in my head was STOP DROP ROLL!

I did not stop, drop or roll. Instead I spazzed out, slapped my towel like crazy and prayed to god the flames wouldn’t reach my hair.

After I had calmed down and put all the flames out, I realized that my towel must have caught on fire from all the hair spray and hair products that were it.

As calm I sound about this now, this was actually one of the scariest things that has happened in my 23 years of life. I never had plans to catch on fire. But now I can say I survived a fire. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Right?

And that concludes my story time. So class, what have we learned?

1.) Take that little warning that says CAUTION FLAMMABLE seriously. Hairspray is indeed highly flammable

2.) Don’t wear towels around the house lighting matches.

3.) If you feel like giggling a lot  go watch this.

 

Things I am wishing right now


1.) That my bedroom would clean itself

2.) That my room was warmer than -700 degrees (that means freezing)

3.) That I lived in Hawaii or on the sun

4.) That my contacts would take themselves out and my face would wash itself

5.) That it was Valentine’s day all over again

6.) That I knew how to recreate what we ate for dinner last night

(chicken hearts = nomnomnom)

7.) That water tasted like diet coke

8.) That diet coke was heathy

9.) That diet coke was never invented

10.) That it was Friday tomorrow

11.) That the weekends were 6 days long

12.) That I had a channel changer. Oh where oh where did you gooooooo?

13.) That my little heater wouldn’t keep blowing a fuse

14.) That the fuse box wasn’t located in my scary basement

15.) That my basement wasn’t so flippin’ scary

16.) That it was summer and I was outside in shorts, a tank top and a glass of wine playing with a puppy

17.) That my computer would stop flashing “14% left battery!!!!”

18.) That my computer charger wasn’t across the room so my computer wouldn’t die so I could keep blogging

19.) That my arms were like super stretchy so I could grab the computer charger, charge my computer and clean my bedroom all at the same time without ever having to get up. And find my remote in the mess.

The end.