I’ve been trying to get into the Holiday spirt. It’s not working.
Here’s some photos of me faking it. LOL.
XOXOX
Catriona
I’ve been trying to get into the Holiday spirt. It’s not working.
Here’s some photos of me faking it. LOL.
XOXOX
Catriona
Has anyone ever tried to read a physical book using a “Scan and Translate” App? No? Well, fuck. Guess we are going to find out how annoying *that* is. Hahaha.
A dear friend of mine wrote a book of her life and it happens to be in French. I’d been holding off on buying it. I have been trying to figure out how to get it in English as I am, sadly, only fluent in one language (two if you count sarcasm). She and I suck at communicating through E-mail, hahhahah (You get my E-mails yet? I have sent you all means of contact, lol). Anywayyyyy now I have a French book headed to my non-French home. BAHAHA. We are going to see how much gets lost in translation, hahaha.
I mean really this is my fault. I keep meaning to learn, and become fluent in, another language . BUT I CANNOT MAKE UP MY MIND WHICH ONE! It’s an important decision. I mean, I don’t want to waste what few brain cells I have left on the wrong one! lol. French is very high on the list. It’s in the top 3. I mean, also, I don’t even have time to brush my hair so learning a new language seems impossible.
In a surprising turn of evens my phone has told me to kick rocks and refuses to download google translate. BAHAHA. Stayed tuned for how much French kicks my ass. LOL.
I just keep thinking I need to figure out which country I want to be in once my kid graduates, because really that will dictate which language I stress my brain out with, cuzz you know, I’m getting old.
OK! I am off to day drink (keep your pants on, it’s regular drinking for me cuzz I work the night shift) and eat snacks.
Catriona
xoxoxo
Hi. OH. Are you wondering what I meant by my title? Yeah, me too. LOL. My brain has the tenancy to just populate random sentences. Half the time it even surprises me.
life is funny, you know? In the blink of an eye everything changes. I swear I blinked and my smiley, giggly toddler grew up to be a smiley teenager. TEENAGER. I own one of those? CRAP. I own one of those. I should be terrified. I should be, but I’m not. Denial? Maybe. Maybe I have faith that him and I can work through anything. Yeah. That is what it is.
I’ve been walking a lot. I know, you are all Surprised.
Walking around here is always fascinating. You go from Cow Town, knee deep in grass, horses giving you the hairy eye-ball..from all directions..to suddenly… a huge town as far as the eye can see. I love how quite it is here.
Night time is one of my favorite times to walk.
There is only one street light for a while.
The sky is my favorite possession. Even when it’s grey, or completely dark, it’s beauty shines through.
HOLY CRAP – My Facebook just alerted me to THIS:
If that is not just as terrifying as thereal Trump…….
OK internet. I am DONE for the day. Damn.
Take care guys!
Catriona
XOXOXOX
Like, you have no idea!
LOOK AT ME!
I AM HOT!!!!! I can’t even take it.
@JustTeeJay drew this portrait of me a while ago, and since my brain is scattered I had not updated. But HERE I AM. Don’t I look better as I age?!
If you haven’t already seen her work, take a gander. It will BLOW YOU AWAY.
Click HERE! HERE! HERE! HERE! HERE! HERE! HERE! HERE! HERE! HERE! HERE!
To visit her page!
Seriously, you wont be sorry.
I have to go stare at myself now. I’m just too sexy for my own good.
OXOXOXOX
Catriona
Today Sucked.
However when I came home from picking up my child I opened the door to the smell of burning plastic.
Which, really, can only mean two things: 1. Grams gotten into the Crack again, or 2. Gram forgot about the bread in the oven and turned it on, again.
To my surprise is wasn’t Crack (OK, kidding. My Gram wouldn’t even know what that was).
Fresh Baked Bread, anyone?
LMAO
Goodnight friends
OXOXO
Catriona
Took my son to the Zoo for Trick or Treating yesterday. He loved it.
He went as Captain America.
I went as the Wicked Bitch that I am. Ha.
Today we went to one of the Bays. We brought lunch and played by the water.
Tomorrow I hope to get to go to some thrift stores. I need everything you can imagine for my new house, and I’m sorry but Walmart doesn’t carry my vintage cookware and Tupperware.
My gram keeps insisting I make a public wishlist for Walmart. I think everyone should just send me their old outdated housewares, instead. But, then again what do I know? LMAO.
XOXOXO
Catriona
So, while in the Post Office, standing in line with about 15 people in front on me, I feel and hear a whisper in my ear “you need to move forward”. Now this guy was so close to me, he was just about touching my neck. I moved forward, said something about him not having to be so close to me, and continued filling out my label. Not even 30 second later he was right up against me again. Soooo, again, I moved a bit forward trying not to crowd the woman in front of me. Annnnnd again he moved so close to me that he could have been humping my leg if he twitched even in the slightest way. So, I am sure we all know what I did next. I causes a ruckus. I’m damn good at causing a scene.
I yelled something about him “humping my Fucking leg” and “I’ve moved three times because of it, you do NOT need to be that close to me!”
Small USPS store means the whole office, patrons, and all the tellers heard. The guy put both of his hands on the counter as if he was used to being made to account for his hands, and said not a word more.
I went to the next teller, and as always asked how his grandbabies were while everyone stared are the freak behind me. Snarl.
UGH.
Anyway. I have a photo dump for you all. These are from the last few days.
One of the loves in my life.
Walking around the last few days to clear my head.
Also, while in the store I found some Spotted Dick – I’m VERY familiar with that. But, what the hell is Treacle (in a can)? And, is it just me, or does it look wayyyyy worse next to the Spotted Dick?
On my way home yesterday this was on the sidewalk of a construction site:
Hope you are all well.
XOXOXO
Catriona