I feel like a big, lifeless blob-puddle-person. It's the same absolutely zero energy feeling I get when I sick, except I'm not sick (please please please). I think it's a combination of allergy meds and my girl parts mutinying and threatening to fall out, but whatever the reason, all the fun, exciting, productive things I was planning when I drove home at 8:30 this morning are looking like they're going to have to wait.

To recap:

I went up to my parents' house in Evergreen last night so as to be on-hand to drive my mom to surgery (she's getting her eyelids done - what a weirdo thing to get surgeried) at the ass-crack of dawn this morning. I stayed up until about 1:00 waiting for my laundry to finish, which really isn't that late, especially as any tiredness I would feel in the morning would not be coupled with a hangover. I go night-night.

I wake up at 5:30 to eyes that are simultaneously streaming and goopy, a nose that's doing the same thing and violent, earthquake-inducing sneezing. Oh, and the curtains are open just enough to let the morning sunlight punch me squarely in the retinas, which I, in my pre-coffee, snot-addled state decide my mom must have done on purpose just to fuck with me, and how could she not have ensured that the curtains were closed properly so that I, her 25 year-old daughter/surgery chauffeur could be well-rested?

About five seconds and 2,000 sneezes later I realized I was being a giant whiny baby and got up to close the curtains myself. I also realized I need to stop assuming people are out to ruin my life solely based on the fact that they're the only other person in the house.

Anyways, my mom yet again proved her superior mothering skills when she presented me with a box of allergy medicine (as I had, like a tool, left my knock-off Claritin at home). Unfortunately, my body likes to react very strangely to allergy medicine, and right around the time I was getting home, all my dreams of early-morning productivity (ie, dog-bathing, a trip to the optometrist, bathing, Starbucks) had given way to dreams of going back to sleep.

So after a three-hour nap, and then roughly two hours of sitting on my couch reading other peoples' blogs, I'm maybe ready for a shower, and definitely ready for a movie. And that's the beauty of summer vacation: little to no consequences for allergy-induced procrastination.

I am currently on my last (didja hear that? LAST) week of school. Like, ever. As of Friday, I will no longer be a librarian (I'm thinking of it as more of a hiatus so as to avoid a complete identity crisis). While I'm super stoked for summer, and crazy worn-out from all of the last-second shit that's been getting piled on me at work (Field Day, two, count 'em, two teacher moving days, a book fair...the list goes on and on), there are a lot of things about this job that I'll miss. My students, my coworkers, the library itself and the quiet satisfaction of all my books in their places, read-alouds. This ending of an, albiet brief, era, coupled with a chat regarding the ex-boyfriend-who-shall-not-be-named, has me in an oddly melancholic mood.

In an effort to combat this, I'm trying to focus on all the super-awesome shit I'm planning on doing this summer:
Lots of trips here and here.










Good thing they're so close!

There will be jaunts to Lakeside:


It's fun because you might actually die!

And camping and baking and bicycle riding and dog walking and park-drinking. It's going to be a-ma-zing.

Now, off to one of my favorite summer rituals, late-night grocery shopping! It's the last week of school, I go to bed when I want.

Wow. So I know I've said this before, but I really am terrible at blogging. My last post was in, what, November? Unacceptable. I would fire myself if I could find someone else who sounded like me to keep this pitiful excuse for a blog going. Be assured, fair reader, that I am slapping myself on the wrist even as I write this.

So, news. I'm not bothering with old news, because, well, it's old and if you're reading this, you've probably already heard all about it. So, new news.

I am moving to Washington at the end of summer.

"But Caitlyn," You're surely saying to yourself in shocked tones, "Why would you leave? Aren't you the one always talking about how much you love Denver? Weren't you just talking about how stoked you are that your parents live here now? Isn't your brother moving to Denver this summer? What the fuck?"

And this is the point in the conversation where I press your sweet little head, precious lower lip all a-quiver, into my bosom and say, "Shhh".

I do love Denver. I always will. But I need out for a while. So, without further ado, I present the motivating factors behind this possibly-harebrained scheme of mine:

1) I have lived in Denver for 7 years. I have lived in Colorado for 14. That's a really long fucking time.

2) I'm planning on going to grad school some time in the near future. I will not be applying anywhere in Colorado. If I move now, I can establish residency, therefore avoiding being face fucked with the engorged cock of out-of-state tuition.

3) Spokane is insanely cheap.

4) I have people there.

So yes, I love Denver. It will always be my home, but if I don't leave now, it's going to turn into a bad ex-boyfriend. So I'm making the mature decision to leave before we hate each other and get in a custody fight over the couch.

This is my new favorite thing ever:

Because I haven't updated in a month. Sorry. On the upside, I have all kinds of things to share!

Old News:

I am once again single. No boo hoos, please. Boys are great and all (or at least they can be), but I'm a busy lady who loves living alone and not having to schedule my life around someone else's. So really, it's pretty ok.

Went back to Kansas in October for my cousin Dustin's wedding. It was absolutely beautiful; her dress looked like a big, gorgeous wedding cake. Lotsa layers, kinda like this:So pretty. And it was awesome seeing all the fam. I finally finished the infamous cross-stitch Skeletor for my cousin Mike, which, in typical Caitlyn fashion, I failed to get a photo of. I'm hoping he'll send me one if I ask nice.

Halloween was awesome, I was (very last minute) Tippi Hedron from the birds:

Seriously, best costume of my adult dressing-up career.

I then proceeded to get really sick. Maybe swine flu, maybe bronchitis. Either way, angry lungs and lots of snot. Took me out of work for 3 days. Boo.

New News:

I can't believe November is almost over! Which means...

Fakesgiving is almost upon us! Woo hoo!

In preparation for the big day, Natalie and I went to the craft store yesterday and picked up materials for headdresses and pilgrim hats. It's gonna be so flippin' sweet.
Like this:

Only with more bling. And bacon. And alcohol.

Well, it's blizzarding and the dog is whining. Hope everyone's having a delightful, lazy Sunday!

So I just finished watching Happy-Go-Lucky. Holy crap, so incredibly good. I highly recommend it for anyone who's ever been perfectly happy with their life, but had people constantly telling them they should be doing everything differently.
On that note, let's talk about some other things that making me stupidly happy right now.


Green Nail Polish

Picked up a bottle for $1.99 at Walgreens. So pretty, so perfect for Fall.

Crafting

I know it may sound stupid, but I've had soooooo many projects to work on. And it's nice to have a creative outlet that's conducive to socializing and home-prettifying.

Fall

Officially! I've been drinking lots of Pumpkin Spice Lattes and apple ciders. My favorite season, hands down, even if my apartment has been so cold that I've been turning the oven on just to warm it up.



Dogger!

She's such a trooper. She's dealing with really bad eye allergies (she hates her drops so much), a healing leg from a pit bull-attack, and a mother who isn't home enough. But she still has time to make me feel better, even when she's the one who needs the comforting.

Thanks to everyone who dealt with me completely freaking out over Basque getting hurt on Sunday. She's gone from needing to be carried downstairs to the yard to trying to play with my neighbor's boxer, so I think she's on the mend.

Speaking of El Poocharino, she's whining to go out (which she can do without David Craig carrying her), and then it's bed for girl and beastie! 'Night!

...but I'm blogging instead. Mostly because it's kinda late and I'm a little afraid of my laundromat at night. And the alley that I have to walk through to get to it. I am weenie, hear me roar.

I'm also feeling all kinds of worn out, partially due to lack of sleep, partially due to recent trying emotional experiences. Things are happening, things are (possibly?) in the works. For good or ill, I hope to know soon.

In other, less necessarily cryptic happenings, I have found, to my utter delight, that DU's MLS program does not require the GRE! Which means I might just be off the hook for flaunting my stupid via grad school entrance exams. Makes me feel a little better about being prepared to spend a million dollars to be a librarian when I grow up.

And I've been crafting up a storm! I'm working on a potentially super-adorable leaf garland thing, kinda like this one:


Except my leaves are floral and polka-dotted and stuffed. It's gonna be awesome.

I'm also determined to finally finish the infamous Skeletor sampler in time for very late delivery to my cousin at his sister's wedding in October. I think I can do it. There's also a top-secret cross-stitch project involving metallic thread in the works. So excited.

And with that babies, I take my leave. The face mask goop I put on a while ago in an attempt to no longer be queen of the zit-monsters has hardened and may not come off again if immediate action is not taken.