And by Monday... I mean Tuesday.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Let's reconvene next week, shall we??
I wanted to Blog and Post this week but then I realized something ghastly: "Game of Thrones" starts up again on Sunday and I still had 6 episodes to go to get caught up. And they are like 3 hours long each. So I've been filling blogging time in the evening with my Dragon/Long Hair Envy fill that is "Game of Thrones".
|That hair and a pet dragon: you lucky little damsel you. VIA|
Additionally, tonight I had to carve out time to watch "The Real World: Portland". I haven't watched that show in about 4 years... but, since they are in my neighborhood - I had to peep! The initial thoughts I had time for tonight: I feel older than dirt and Portland looks pretty.
Enjoy the end of your week and the weekend!
See you Monday!
[PS: Comments off. I want to catch up on my reading as well :) ]
Friday, March 22, 2013
I had some time to kill today while I sat in the waiting room at the Doctor's office. I was surrounded by beige chairs. Beige walls. A stagnant cup of water. I felt the need for some beauty. So I Googled expensive real estate for sale and found a house that made me drool... and I figured I'd share the wealth for a fun, light-hearted Friday post:
But later in the evening, as I sat sipping my sparkling water while my food cooked, I stumbled upon this article and was reminded of the love story scene in "Up". Without hesitation, I switched over to my Apple TV and watched this musical montage on my big screen:
I don't want to meet the person who doesn't cry through that. Just as I remember from the last time I suffered through its enchantment; happy, chokey, can't breathe crying ensued as I watched the most amazing depiction of the beauty in a simple life flash before me.
And in an instant; the big, huge house I found earlier didn't seem so cool. The flamboyant rooms left too much empty space. The ginormous kitchen was amazing, but did nothing to feed my soul. When push comes to shove- it was all just stuff.
|Memories with the family Pup > Stuff|
I know I'm still not immune to coveting a new dress, searching for places with wall-to-ceiling windows and imagining a Sunday morning in my infinity pool... but I also know that those things never make me cry as I watch them: Happy, chokey, can't breathe cry. Because they simply don't mean as much.
Here's to a weekend of people... and not stuff. XO.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
A lot of people ask me about my eye makeup and what goes into the process. I never really know how to answer that- um, I swoop my brush like thissss and then glide it atop here until I look like a Drag Queen...- never sure what to say. But for those of you who do like the heavier eye-makeup look and are curious, this is generally how I do the black outer corner of my eye [This post ties in nicely with THIS post...]- or as my Sister likes to call it "The Caitlin Wears Too Much Eye Makeup Look".
So that... is how I get to this:
I feel like everyone I know lately has somehow been bringing up the debate of being a Stay At Home Mom or a Working Mom (I blame Marissa Mayer). I've discussed this with my friends, my family, my guy friends, my coworkers... the topic is relentless: What is the right way to raise your children?
The one thing I have determined is that there's no easy way to decide. My friends and I seem to narrow the dilemma down to two opposite yet negative ideas: We will either be scrapping all we've worked for educationally/career wise to spend all day every day with our kids, or we will continue to advance in our careers and lose out on the day-to-day preciousness of child rearing. Both options sound equally rough and stressful to commit to.
Either way: I guess it made me thankful that I don't have to make that decision right now. I'm not married, not pregnant and not planning to be in the immediate future- so I've got some time to just chill, enjoy my paychecks, bask in my evenings that include my agenda only and just enjoy being a young(ish) girl who can just focus on me right now. And have a house full of glass furniture.
Selfish or not- I know it won't always be this way. And I just feel grateful for the time. Especially as I listen in on the scary discourse surrounding the topic on the reg'. Makes me just want to take a big, 'ol nap and implode my uterus.
I hope St. Patty's Day "tiredness" is officially behind you now- have a wonderful Tuesday!
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
I am fully comfortable admitting that I was one of the "Daylight Savings Complainers" today. As a long-suffering insomniac, I have enough trouble getting to sleep on the weekdays as is. Especially on Sundays. So to combine all of that and then deduct one additional hour... me no likey. Monday at work felt puffy and discombobulated and all I wanted to do was curl into the fetal position in my sweats. So while I was engraving "RIP MONDAY, MARCH 11" on a tombstone to hurry up the process (if you build it, it will come obviously-at least that's what Kevin told me), I was thinking about the weekends and what life is like when you can just 'be'. And eat.
I've never been to 23Hoyt before though I had long meant to go. On foot, it's about a 5 minute walk from my place. During a trek to the grocery store a couple weekends ago, we passed the front window just as Happy Hour was getting going: Bye Errands. Hello fine dining for cheap.
And yes, those are Bacon, Egg & Cheese Deviled Eggs. I mean... I can barely discuss my thoughts on stuff that good. Just yum. And because my drink is twice the size of his polite cocktail at 4 PM- I would just like to point out that I was only drinking club soda. Let the record show.
Here's to being one day closer to the freedom to eat, drink and be very weekendy-merry.
all photos are mine.
I was in a good mood on Friday night: the evening marked 8 days in a row of working out, I decided to invest in the time to put on some fun makeup, I had left my Office with my work in order and I had stumbled on this Urban Outfitters studded sweatshirt on sale for 30 bucks. I was a happy clam. And apparently- the way I show this is by taking 500 versions of the same picture.
Do you recognize the bar from the end of the post? It's Southland Whiskey Kitchen which I did a mini-review about here. I'm feeling more and more protective of this lovely little eatery after our major newspaper - The Oregonian- wrote a scathing review on it. As if! I know I'm a bit bias because I live 5 seconds away and thus give it automatic points for being within walking distance. However; every time we pop-in we're greeted with knowledgeable servers and enjoy some great bevvies in a fabulous atmosphere. So in the spirit of one of my favorite movies- I must say that I love this bar, and there is no way I'm gonna give him up to some two-faced, big-haired food critic.
Happiest Monday to you!
Thursday, March 7, 2013
So we can do this post 1 of 2 ways:
The first way would involve me opting for the more studious, politically-correct route where I regale you in an elaborate lie about how abhorrent she is and how she contributed to a negligent genre of TV which glorifies promiscuity, binge-drinking and other unladylike qualities. I could talk about she amplifies the 'dumb girl' motif and how that sets us all back.
Or, I could tell you the truth.
I love Snooki. Love her. I think she's fabulous.
When "Jersey Shore" first started, like most of you- I was glued to my couch in a bit of hysterics over the utter ridiculousness. And Snooki? Dumber than rocks I decided. Mere entertainment. However, over the course of all of those seasons, I started really noticing the kind of stuff she was saying and doing (when she wasn't talking deadpan to the camera) and found what a caring girl she actually is: She loves her family dearly, she's incredibly loyal and kind to her friends, she has a passion for animals.. etc. etc.
On top of the crazy cartoon-character antics that are in your face, I grew to actually think she was a pretty cool girl. Crazy? Yes. Wild? Yes. Sometimes says things that make me horrified for her? &^%* yes. But still a nice girl. And at the end of the day, I just like nice people. Especially funny ones who just are who they are.
|What's not to love? IMAGES VIA 1 2 3|
And as sad as I am to say goodbye to the horribly-dressed Snooks we know and love, I must say that she is looking crazy good from head to toe these days- from red hair to lean machine:
|Images VIA: 1 2 3 4 5|
Loving the new look Snooks! But please never change things like this:
And PS- you make adorable wittle bebes!:
Til next time, friends! Enjoy your Thursday!
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
The epidemic of inadequate closet space in every home I've ever lived.
|Oh to be 24 again.|
Dijon Mustard: I want to like it, I do. But no.
Going to bed early.
People talking while I'm trying to watch a movie.
People getting mad at my friends and me for talking during a movie.
Looking at next month's picture in the calendar before it's time to change it #AnythingToMakeWorkExciting.
Portland's 'Plastic Bag' Ban.
People who 'check-in' at the gym every.single.day.
Any word that attaches 'ies' to the end of a female body part: Sick.
Eating the movie Popcorn during the previews.
Websites that automatically load songs: Especially when you have a lot of tabs open. WHEREEEE ARE YOU COMING FROM!?!?
Adopted pets being sent back to the shelter.
DVD racks in plain sight.
Unlined trash cans.
Motorcycle Revving: Save your $ and my hearing and please just stuff a sock down your pants instead!
The fact that tanning is bad for you.
Watching people drink their cereal-bowl milk. Shudder.
Hipsters & their effect on Portland's perception.
Sitting in the backseat of a two-door car.
People who don't like to tell self-deprecating jokes.
Bald lips: I love me some color.
Got anything you could do without to share today?