tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61221246845077185922024-03-13T05:47:11.863-07:00Project 365 2011Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-72419316594709504512012-01-02T05:08:00.000-08:002012-01-02T05:09:24.598-08:00Last PostTo my faithful reader(s), thank you for reading my weird attempts at getting through the year. I think that a new year deserves a new blog, for new beginnings and all that. In case you wanted to keep up with it, here's the new link: <a href="http://caitlynsproject366.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Caitlyn's Project 366 2012</a>. It's just a hop, skip, and a URL away from this blog.<br />
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Anyway, in case you don't want to, I'll give you the first picture of the year over here.<br />
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The adventures of Bootstrap continue! For the full story, you'll have to go to the other blog. But, you can probably guess at what happens.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-16118359508552089462011-12-31T15:40:00.000-08:002011-12-31T15:40:15.972-08:00December 31st, 2011Last post of the year is a picture of me.<br />
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Here's me, drinking champagne out of a wine glass, alone at midnight.<br />
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My husband is sleeping because he's working 15/16 hour shifts right now. I did wake him up to kiss him at midnight, though, because that's how the year should start.<br />
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I'd love to impart some wisdom about 2011, but mostly is was a very up and down year. I learned some patience, some cooking skills, and a whole lot more about marriage - at least <i>my</i> marriage.<br />
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2011 was a crazy year, after moving across the country, I moved across an ocean. I'm learning how to live as an adult, and it's not that easy. I'm learning how to live away from my family and friends, and that's not easy. I'm learning how to share space with another human being, and that is just not easy at all, my friends. <br />
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But, I'll leave you with this for this year, mistakes are mistakes, and regrets exist no matter how many people tell you to regret nothing. I think it's ok to have regrets. Sure, everything you've done or haven't done has led you to where you are, but there are some things that lead you to a dark alley and it's up to you to find a safe neighborhood out of there. I think regrets are just mistakes you learn from. If you can look back on that one stupid thing you did and see its domino effect, chances are you won't make that mistake again. So, regret all you want, just don't let the regrets pile up and fester at your doorstep, 'cause ain't no one cleaning up that mess but you.<br />
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I can't say if 2011 is a banner year, I'll need a few more years to determine that, but a lot changed this year for me. I guess it's good to have a life that's not stagnant, but sometimes, looking on the other side of the fence, a predictable life seems preferable.<br />
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But, for now I'll just deal with the life I've been given, and be grateful for where it takes me.<br />
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This is yours truly, ending this Project 365, and looking forward to next year. I hope all of your 2012's are amazing.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-87510586720982279152011-12-31T10:47:00.000-08:002011-12-31T10:48:32.206-08:00December 28th - 30th, 2011Second to last post, y'all. Not too sure I'm going to continue this blog next year, so get it while it lasts.<br />
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Anyway, the 28th is just cute.<br />
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The 29th is a two-fer, guys.<br />
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Christmas tree graveyard, y'all. It was kinda depressing getting rid of the tree, but honestly chasing Bootstrap away from it every day is more stress than I need right now. Plus, once I start thinking something needs to get out of my house, I kinda have to get it out of my house. I start twitching, it's weird. Anyway, now Reptar is full of pine needles.<br />
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Part two is an awesome present!<br />
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The Korbels got us this awesome friggin' oil lamp. I love it. We need more decorative shiz for this house.<br />
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Finally, the 30th we got our first snow.<br />
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I didn't take any pictures of picturesque, snow-covered Germany. But, this is the view of the roof at the hotel. Having a glass ceiling makes me feel like I'm in Hogwarts sometimes, except when glops of snow gather like this.<br />
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If you didn't get that reference you should go buy some Harry Potter books, pronto.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-64557563680291164572011-12-28T08:53:00.000-08:002011-12-28T08:53:26.022-08:00December 26th - 27th, 2011It's a Bootstrap-themed post, but aren't they all?<br />
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On the 26th he got into one of his... situations.<br />
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I seriously do not understand this at all. Apparently I didn't close the cabinet all the way, so to Bootstrap that means it's time to balance on the door to try to get at the plastic bags we keep in there - 'cause plastic bags are his favorite thing to play in. I do not know why he didn't just jump on the floor to get in there, but I guess if he did that he wouldn't be Bootstrap. <br />
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Yesterday we had to take him on a little trip.<br />
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Our favorite pirate needed some shots. He jumped around the table like a freak the whole time, and made evil sounds when he got microchipped. I think a human pirate would probably do the same thing.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-40142378988313845742011-12-25T10:00:00.000-08:002011-12-25T10:00:28.661-08:00December 23rd - 25th, 2011It's the Christmas edition! And you know what that means (not really), a bonus picture!<br />
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On the 23rd Daniel and I hauled our lazy asses to the Christmas market in town.<br />
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It was awesome. It smelled amazing from all the food carts and it was very Christmasey. Plus, we got everyone's gifts in one day. They're all wrapped and sitting in a plastic bag awaiting shipment. I'd feel bad about them being late, but I've gotten so bad at getting gifts to people that they're seriously lucky they're getting sent at all.<br />
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On Christmas Eve our tree was (almost) complete with presents under it.<br />
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We still don't have a tree topper. Eh, can't have everything.<br />
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Now, part one of Christmas! I am getting better at this whole cooking thing.<br />
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Friggin' delicious turkey. Oh my God. To be fair, Daniel helped baste it. So, basically we're awesome.<br />
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Part deux!<br />
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Traditional end to Christmas dinner: Bailey's. I got my husband - who rarely drinks - to have a glass with me. And he was totally done before me, go figure.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-21646057547773711992011-12-24T05:51:00.000-08:002011-12-24T05:51:25.486-08:00December 15th - 22nd, 2011Well, 2011 is drawing to a close. So, it makes sense that I would slack on 365 postings, right? That's my excuse. The end of the year makes you busy, sort of.<br />
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On the 15th, Bootstrap was lazy.<br />
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On the 16th, Daniel glared at me.<br />
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Turns out he's not terribly fond of me exposing him as the crazy cat lady he is. Go figure.<br />
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On the 17th, both my animals were weirdos.<br />
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They were for real playing in there. I have no idea why. My pets are freaks.<br />
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It's a blurry/crappy picture, but you get the idea, they were play-fighting.<br />
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Yeah, he's drinking tree water. At least he's not eating off dirty plates. Oy.<br />
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Finally! A break from the pets! On the 20th I tried to earn my domesticity badge.<br />
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I made lasagna! It was pretty good, and provided lunch for my husband for a few days. Cooking for two people is tricky shiz.<br />
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I know you were missing him, so here's Bootstrap on the 21st.<br />
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We were playing fetch. He thinks he's a dog. He would bring me his rat toy after every time I threw it for him. I guess this is what happens when a kitten grows up with a freak dog.<br />
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And finally, the 22nd is something freaky.<br />
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My burns have faded into what looks like leopard spots. I'm fashionable now, guys.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-47269176685092814422011-12-14T02:27:00.000-08:002011-12-14T02:27:59.954-08:00December 11th - 14th, 2011Christmas is in eleven days and I have purchased...Zero presents. So. Of course, we will start with a Christmas picture.<br />
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December 11th, 2011.<br />
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Behold, our gingerbread house - the only house in our Christmas village, population: 2 bakers.<br />
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On the 12th we got the tree done.<br />
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In the process of lighting this thing, with net lights because that's all the PX had, it fell on me three times. I literally lay underneath it, in a puddle of water from the tree stand tipping over, trying to maneuver the tree trunk so it would stay upright. The end result is we pushed it against the wall and don't touch it anymore, in hopes it will stay vertical until we throw the thing out.<br />
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I'm never getting a real tree again.<br />
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The thirteenth is more of Bootstrap being a freak.<br />
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While I was scavenging for food he hopped in. Rather than remove him right away I decided to take pictures, 'cause that's what I do.<br />
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Finally, today.<br />
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I'm sick! The doctor diagnosed me with: bronchial pneumonia, sinusitis, and laryngitis. I have my husband to thank for my range of infections, and as a bonus I got to take home half the pharmacy to treat it. Hooray germs!Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-91317399348739230152011-12-10T12:15:00.000-08:002011-12-10T12:15:31.922-08:00December 4th - 10th, 2011Twenty-one days left of 2011. We'll see if I can keep up with this blog business past the new year. Either way, pictures, that's why we're here, right?<br />
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Hokay, so, here is December 4th.<br />
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This looks posed and fake, but it totally isn't. My husband and my cat are like a couple, and although I'm biased, I do believe this picture is super freakin' cute.<br />
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On December 5th I took a rare picture of the dog beast.<br />
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This is what he does when I pet him. He tries to be all cute - then he pees on the floor. Douchebag.<br />
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On the 6th, we found a way to keep Bootstrap from biting the shit out of us.<br />
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Shove the diet coke pillow at him. For some reason he cannot resist attacking said pillow when you shove it on his face. Also, his razor sharp teeth do not tear holes in the weird fabric. It's basically a win-win. I will have much fewer scars because of my diet coke pillow.<br />
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On the 7th I displayed my Christmas gift from my sister, Maggie.<br />
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Basically it's awesome and hilarious. And yes, I'm drinking yellowtail wine - because I'm classy as shit.<br />
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On the 8th, I took an embarrassing but endearing picture.<br />
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Just watchin' TV. Ok, avert your eyes from my sincerity. It makes me blush.<br />
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On the 9th there was a different kind of snuggling.<br />
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Between a man and his cat. It looks like Bootstrap is saying something, probably "I love you, Daniel."<br />
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Finally, today. Today!<br />
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This picture signifies so many things. 1) We finally have shelves!! Aren't you so excited that we don't have to stack our DVD's on the floor?! 2) We went to Ikea so, 3) We finally have a GPS with German maps and 4) We actually went out and did something!!<br />
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We ended the day with good Chinese food and I basically stopped hating Germany so much. It's amazing how some financial freedom will allow you to enjoy life more.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-16823959455736483052011-12-03T11:58:00.000-08:002011-12-04T20:51:01.462-08:00November 29th - December 3rd, 2011Keeping the pace, I'm keeping the pace. Anyway.<br />
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On November 29th I figured I'd document that we do indeed have another pet.<br />
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I realize I take a lot of pictures of Bootstrap and his various hijinks. However, Barnacle still exists, he just doesn't get into as many scrapes. He is now over a year old and we are enjoying his largely uneventful adult years.<br />
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On the 30th I found something marvelous.<br />
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Refrigerator magnets. It's something you gain as you get older, however we have been functioning (I have no idea how) on one refrigerator magnet. We had a celebration that we graduated to two magnets when the health clinic bestowed another upon us.<br />
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I search every store I go to for more magnets to no avail, because somehow it becomes necessary to post things on the fridge as you get older. So, you can imagine my jubilation when I stumbled across an entire PACK of refrigerator magnets.<br />
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On the 1st we got the best spam mail, ever.<br />
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We will be there, Boy Scout of America. We <i>will</i> be there.<br />
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Bootstrap doesn't get allowed into the kitchen until after dinner has been thoroughly cleaned up. But, he always tries to find leftover food somewhere, because he's a fat fat fatty.<br />
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Daniel turned 29.<br />
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We had a low-key affair, but I still made him blow out his Birthday candles and watch a zombie video.<br />
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Anyway, I'm very glad for this birthday because I love my husband very much. /naked-truthCaitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-27372934715462400492011-11-28T09:28:00.000-08:002011-11-28T09:28:17.226-08:00November 24th - 28th, 2011Rollin' on with German life, y'all.<br />
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Thanksgiving is basically a preamble to leftovers for my husband.<br />
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The only problem is that now Daniel is sick - has a fever and everything. So he hasn't really eaten a whole bunch, so it'll be left to rot 'cause I rarely eat leftovers. However, my scissorwife sent me a leftover turkey recipe, so some of it might get eaten yet.<br />
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On the 25th I got a rare surprise.<br />
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Daniel brought me home roses as a belated 1st anniversary present. It was a very nice surprise. He gave them to me whilst I was lolling on the couch in old sweats looking super sexy, so it was really romantic.<br />
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On the 26th Bootstrap was snuggly and fat.<br />
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On the 27th I had a visit from two beggars.<br />
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I was eating cheese and these assholes did this almost the entire time. It's cute, but seriously annoying.<br />
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Today I got an awesome package.<br />
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My aunt and uncle sent Daniel and I a box of cookies, chocolates, and chocolate pretzels. They are awesome.<br />
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Also, I do not plan on sharing the chocolate pretzels.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-73410255365362246692011-11-23T11:25:00.000-08:002011-11-23T11:28:09.228-08:00November 17th - 23rd, 2011To preface this, I skipped a day. I blame <i>Twilight</i> infused haze. I missed the day the new <i>Twilight </i>came out 'cause I was seeing it in the theater. Think of me what you will.<br />
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Anyway, on November 17th my wife and I went to Target.<br />
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November 18th was <i>Twilight</i> craziness ie Beatles craziness. Except with more vampires.<br />
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On November 19th my friends and I went to Marshall Fields - not Macy's, 'cause Macy's is for devil worshipers - to go see their big tree.<br />
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It was an excellent day, certainly one of the best of the trip. We laughed and gossiped and bitched and ate Frango mints, and for good measure we took odd pictures in front of the (shitty) windows that made parents uncomfortable - I could swear I saw a few shooing their children away from the freaks mimicking the puppets. I miss my friends a lot, and I wish we didn't live in Germany.<br />
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On the 20th I had my first Thanksgiving of the season.<br />
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Two of my sisters were also in town, so we celebrated with turkey and football. I'm not big on football, but drinking wine and hanging out with family I don't get to see often is good for me. Plus, the dinner was delicious.<br />
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I took the picture of the day on the plane, and technically it was the sunrise, but I was still on Chicago time, so it counts.<br />
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The little sliver is the moon, and you can see the wing of the plane. On every single flight of this trip I was on the wing of the plane, and on the same side - and I took 4 planes this trip. It was odd and coincidental. But, I don't feel like it was a real coincidence, cause I'm a crazy hippy. But I do not know what it means.<br />
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On the 22nd I hung up a lone Christmas decoration I bought in Chicago.<br />
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A snoopy gel cling! I hung it in the kitchen window because our decorations feel very concentrated. Also - I was very sleep deprived.<br />
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Today, Bootstrap demonstrated his new favorite toy. <br />
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The sponge. He carries it around in his mouth - like so. He's a freak of the week. Daniel has to hide the sponge in the dishwasher so he doesn't get it. Needless to say that sponge has been cleaned Many times.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-27684723972113059042011-11-17T13:16:00.000-08:002011-11-17T13:16:35.046-08:00November 7th - 16th, 2011Part one of my Chicago visit is going to be fairly brief and picture filled. And if you sniff this blog enough, you might smell Portillo's cheese fries.<br />
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Day one comes to you from a Scandinavian fighter jet. Or a commercial plane - by this time I was so looped on food deprivation/sleep deprivation that it could've been either.<br />
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The 8th was filled with lots of stuff, but the end result is Christmas decorations:<br />
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My mom got me a fewChristmas themed gifts - an early Christmas present so I can enjoy them sooner. I think this one is my faaavorite.<br />
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On the 9th my dad and I saw a movie and were basically awesome.<br />
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On the 10th I became a book thief.<br />
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I took my grandma's copy of this Stephanie Plum book. I'll return it...someday.<br />
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On the 11th I did an at-home pedicure that turned out not looking like total crap, so here it is.<br />
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This picture is not to imply that I didn't get nail polish all over my toes before artfully removing the excess with nail polish remover and a q-tip.<br />
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The 12th Colleen got Catholic married!!<br />
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Now she is officially church married, so we celebrated like mad fools, yo!<br />
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On the 13th, my hair got some much needed care.<br />
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I waited nine months between haircuts cause I don't trust the Germans to cut my hair. I only trust Erin, my cousin. Freal.<br />
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On the way to pick up my scissor wife on the 14th, I saw this sign.<br />
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It was a sign from the scissor god!!<br />
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On the 15th I took a picture of a cool Christmas plant I wish I could sneak back to Germany.<br />
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Finally, the 16th I saw Skittle...<br />
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She somehow looks completely relaxed and also evil. That's a skill.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-33912704286501976292011-11-06T11:25:00.000-08:002011-11-06T11:25:50.469-08:00November 4th - 6th, 2011These are my last German pictures for two weeks, as I will be escaping this deutsch wasteland on the morrow. However, none of these pictures have anything to do with Germany, as most of my pictures don't.<br />
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On the fourth there was some odd cat placement.<br />
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Apparently Bootstrap found that position comfortable. So did Daniel.<br />
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On the fifth I decided to gross you (all?) out. Again.<br />
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I never thought this blog would have so many pictures of my stomach. Or any pictures of my stomach for that matter. But here I am, displaying one of my flaws for all to see - just so you can behold how nasty my stomach burns are unfolding. Sometimes I think I'm strange.<br />
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The burns are gradually getting redder and more dry, like touching lizard skin. Needless to say, I've never felt more attractive.<br />
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On the 6th I found a stowaway in my suitcase.<br />
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Bootstrap would like to go to America just as much as I do. If only this trip were a PCS trip and I never had to come back here.<br />
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I really love Germany, can't you tell?Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-73188209145536957722011-11-03T11:12:00.000-07:002011-11-03T11:12:24.176-07:00November 2nd & 3rd, 2011Reader(s), you must be proud, only two days since my last post, and I didn't even skip a day. However, today's post was expedited due to a harebrained injury. I know, now you're dying to know. But, first, the second.<br />
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Bootstrap did this all by himself:<br />
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My cat is a special kind of special. And before you call the ASPCA, I swear I took the box off his head, you know, after I got a good laugh and a good picture. The latter was difficult because as soon as Bootstrap got the kleenex box firmly attached to his head he started to run around like, well, like a kitten with his head stuck in a box. Basically he freaked out. It was funny to watch, in a sick and twisted sorta way. And I'm a little sick and twisted.<br />
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Now, today: big, bulging, blistering burn day.<br />
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I know your first question: "How the Fuck did you do that, you unbelievable ditz?"<br />
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Ok, maybe you would've been nicer than that. But, that's how I would've phrased the question.<br />
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So, my job right now is basically setting up a hotel, which means a lot of odd jobs. I have put dishes in rooms, vacuumed, ironed shower curtains, assembled vacuums, and (finally) steamed out comforters. The last job is what led to my demise.<br />
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Basically the comforters had lines all up on 'em and it became my responsibility to get rid of the lines, and since botox doesn't work on inanimate (fabric) objects, I started steaming them. I didn't know there were such things as steam machines, but there are. Basically it looks like a bucket with a hose and instead of spraying water it sprays steam - hot steam. Who knew steam was hot?<br />
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Anyway, I got through the first comforter with relative success, and without damaging myself. But, on the way to the second comforter something went terribly wrong. I was walking from one room to the other with the bucket in one arm, holding the hose nozzle against my stomach (obviously). Now, in order to make the steam, the machine needs to be plugged in, and while walking throughout the hotel the steamer was not plugged in, and since it was not plugged in I assumed it could not make steam, wherein I mad an ass of myself. Perhaps that's why I was careless with pressing the button to make steam. But, regardless of the reason, I knocked the button for about 2 whole seconds, and that was enough to give me a second degree burn.<br />
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My first reaction was "Ah what the fuck! How is it on??" My second was "Shit that was hot." My third was "FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK!!!"<br />
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It hurts like a mother. And it's also sexy as hell.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-89587965999358653482011-11-01T13:45:00.000-07:002011-11-01T13:47:37.109-07:00October 27th - November 1st, 2011Another joyous installment. There is one day missing because it was a horrible day, and I'd rather not remember it. Honestly, it hasn't been the best week so far. So, here's your happy go lucky blog entry.<br />
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Bootstrap got himself snuggled away into this shoebox, then proceeded to chew on it. I don't understand how he can be so cute and yet so unbelievably annoying all at the same time.<br />
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Friday night = <i>Ghost Adventures</i> night. I paused the show for a second, probably to go hunt down a demon in the spare room, and when I came back I had to take a picture of the TV screen 'cause it paused on the best picture ever.<br />
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Bootstrap is a fatty. Freal. I'm kinda worried he's gonna be one of those huge cats that can barely move.<br />
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Halloween was celebrated with nothing Halloween like. But, I did make a half-assed attempt for trick-or-treaters.<br />
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Too soon?Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-239976792241890262011-10-27T03:21:00.000-07:002011-10-27T03:21:49.766-07:00October 22nd - 26th. 2011I'm not in the <i>best</i> mood today, so I apologize if this post is less than cheerful.<br />
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On the 22nd I had very odd bath partners.<br />
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But, Bootstrap's favorite place to lay is on the DVD player in front of the TV - probably because it's warm. And yes, I was watching <i>Gilmore Girls</i>.<br />
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On the 24th I took Barnacle for a walk and took an Ok picture.<br />
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The roses are somehow still around - but they are dying, and covered in a bed of dead leaves. I suppose I was going for arty - but it turned out blurry and lame. Can't win em all.<br />
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On the 25th I found out my cat is secretly spiderman.<br />
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For normal cats this wouldn't seem so weird, but Bootstrap has trouble even jumping over the baby gate. Nine times out of ten he knocks the thing over. Nevertheless, I heard an odd metal clanging sound and looked over to see that the sound was the effect of his paws on the oven fan thing (I know, I'm very technical). I let him stay up there for as long as it took to get a good picture of it, then I took him off it and he didn't even try to get back up there. I think he was shocked that he even made it up there in the first place.<br />
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Yesterday, the 26th, I spent three hours in the laundromat.<br />
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I had to dry wrinkles out of shower curtains for the new hotel I'm working at, which turned out to be an entirely frustrating task. After being in the dryer for what seemed like hours, the original wrinkles from being packaged were gone. However, a myriad of new wrinkles appeared because the curtains did a strange mating dance while in the dryer, so when I tried to get them out it seemed to take an expert knowledge of knots - which I do not have - to get them untangled. Needless to say - they are still wrinkled and piled in a heap in my trunk, to be figured out another day.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-76709853302126038102011-10-22T12:11:00.000-07:002011-10-22T12:11:19.988-07:00October 12th - 21st, 2011Well, not exactly my finest exhibition at keeping up with Project 365. However, since you are promised a show, here it is, it might not be exciting, though.<br />
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On October 12th I found a rather spectacular slide.<br />
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I was walking Barnacle and came upon this. I was tempted to grab Barnacle and go down, but I'm pretty sure that would have ended in a lot of scratches and yelping, and the MPs being called on me. It might've been worth it, though.<br />
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The 13th shows you that my cat is a creepy weirdo.<br />
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Whenever Bootstrap is within the vicinity when the toilet flushes he <i>races</i> over to look inside it. I don't know what he's expecting to find, but it's weird, and he does it all the time.<br />
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On the 14th I found the local gay clown bar.<br />
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Again, on a walk with Barnacle I stumbled across this. I assume it's a front for a theater, but this sign seriously points to it being a hangout for gay clowns. I mean, the butt pop alone on that clown says that. I would go some night, but clowns freak me out.<br />
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On the 15th we get another chapter of the crazy cat lady.<br />
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Ah snuggle time.<br />
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And for the 16th, here's another look at the town!<br />
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There are some good views on the <i>other</i> side of housing. We get the ghetto side, filled with broken glass and barbed wire. Thanks, army!<br />
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October 17th shows Bootstrap being weird in the bathroom again.<br />
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Whenever I'm doing my hair, et cetera, Bootstrap follows me in to stare at me, like a creep. Quite often I turn around and find him just sitting in the bathtub, again like a creep. Basically, my cat is a creep.<br />
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On my way home from my second day of work *gasp*, I came across a very agrarian scene.<br />
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SHEEP!!! Plus, a bonus creeper sheep staring at me while I took this picture. German life is so fast paced, guys.<br />
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On my third day of work I seriously considered a career change (October 19th).<br />
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While setting up the new hotel I get to wear scrubs to work. I think a medical career is in my future, because those bitches are comfy.<br />
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On my fourth day of work, I shuddered. (October 20th)<br />
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Finally, Barnacle in jail. (October 21st)<br />
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We finally got a gate to keep Barnacle from tearing around the house, and he's already chewed on it.<br />
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I love having a dog sometimes.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-72682424021498440452011-10-11T06:46:00.000-07:002011-10-11T06:46:28.626-07:00October 6th - 11th, 2011Jumping right into it.<br />
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So, our housing leaves a lot of crap laying around - garbage mostly. But, I've also stumbled across traffic cones and discarded fences, and now, barbed wire. (October 6th)<br />
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Here is a spool of barbed wire, leaning up against an apartment building. I think the best part of this is that it's about 10 feet from a park, located right behind me as I took this picture. Kids! Our new playground feature: Razor sharp metal spikes!<br />
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On the 7th I found out that Bootstrap thinks he's a person.<br />
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I found him laying like this - I did not put the blankets over him, he curled up like that all by himself. What a freak of the week.<br />
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On Saturday, the 8th, I found out the enemy exists in Germany.<br />
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On the 9th I woke up to something not entirely out of the ordinary.<br />
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Bootstrap laying on Daniel's face. This lasted for a good fifteen minutes. Weirdos.<br />
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On the 10th I realized that signs in German tend to be more sinister.<br />
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Our neighborhood watch signs are in English and in German, but I think the German ones are creepier. The English speaking creeper guy just look like a comic book cartoon. The German creeper looks like he's going to burn the village to the ground. Crazy German creepers, yo.<br />
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When I take Barnacle inside he tends to go ahead of me, and then turn around when I'm not next to him, like, "Are you coming???"<br />
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He's a dork. But, he's cute sometimes.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-7810281691460896852011-10-05T03:44:00.000-07:002011-10-05T03:44:11.364-07:00October 1st - October 5th, 2011Not as bad as the last game of ketchup, but I'm still not quite keeping up the pace I set at the beginning of the year. Eh, waddyagonnado?<br />
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The first day of October comes with a fall picture, of course.<br />
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The trees outside my window (as well as around post) are dropping these acorns like whoa. Barnacle likes to eat them on walks. I would tell him that swallowing seeds makes plants grow in your stomach, but that's a lie. Also, he's a dog and he wouldn't understand.<br />
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On the 2nd I discovered that I have an in-law in town!<br />
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Daniel and I were driving through downtown and we came upon at least three of these signs. Szymanski is apparently a much more common name over here - who'da thunk? Anyway, now I tell people all about my famous in-law, Rolf, who was not a would-be nazi in <i>The Sound of Music</i>, but is actually a famous sculptor.<br />
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On the third I had a panic-inducing morning.<br />
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This morning was like any other, I woke up, laid in bed for a good twenty minutes before hauling my lazy ass to the bathroom to keep up with hygiene appearances, and then I got Barnacle ready to go outside. I took two steps out the door before freezing in my tracks: there was a bird in the stairwell.<br />
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Now, for most people this isn't cause for panic, but birds seriously freak me out. Like whoa. It didn't help that this particular bird was a complete spaz and kept swooping around and around, to the ceiling, to the floor, to the windowsill and back. It would sit still for maybe 3 seconds, enough time for me to get down one step, before it would start up again.<br />
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To put it lightly, I freaked out. Every time I tried to go down the stairs the bird would start swooping and I would start letting out little shrieks. I'm surprised no one came out and called me an idiot. I went in and out of the house three times trying to muster up the courage to get past a tiny bird, no bigger than a sparrow. Of course, I did go out one time to take this picture.<br />
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I kept arguing with myself, if you don't take the dog out he'll go on the floor - so I kept trying to go out, trying to go out, trying to go out. Meanwhile I'm texting Daniel about it and his response was, "put on a hat and run."<br />
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Instead, I opened an umbrella, figuring my luck couldn't get worse that morning, and streaked down the stairs, shrieking a bit both ways (going out and coming back in). When I came back from the ordeal I vowed I would not be going back outside until the thing was gone. So, I called maintenance, who told me to open a window. I told them that was not happening while the winged beast was swooping around like a demon. The guy laughed at me, which I accepted because I fully understand how ridiculous I am, but then he said he'd have someone come around to get the thing outside.<br />
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About an hour and a half later the fire department showed up. <i>The Fire Department</i>. They captured the bird in a cloth bag or a jacket or something - laughing the whole time - and let it free outside. I think it flew right past my window as I was watching, thus ending the bird catastrophe on a sort of poetic note.<br />
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Now, onto the fourth, which wasn't nearly as dramatic.<br />
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Every time I give Barnacle a dental chew Bootstrap tries to steal it. He likes to chew on/play with them. Bootstrap literally laid in front of Barnacle the entire time he was eating it, hoping he would drop it out of his mouth.<br />
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Finally, today I found another pumpkin display that is entirely the most creepy one yet.<br />
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I don't know why they all have demonic toothy smiles, but they totally freaked me out.<br />
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I imagine them crawling after me, dragging their strange, straw-stuffed bodies behind them.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-52446219316722338142011-09-30T04:28:00.000-07:002011-09-30T04:28:23.945-07:00September 21st - 30th, 2011Well, at least I got in the rest of September right under the wire. It's hard to believe it's almost October. Life is crazy. German life is just isolated and crazy.<br />
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Kicking it off with the 21st of September. <br />
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When my animals aren't play-fighting they occasionally lay next to each other and pretend to be cute. Really they're monster beasts.<br />
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Barnacle sneaks off to his room to sunbathe sometimes.<br />
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September 23rd:<br />
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Bootstrap decided to snuggle my stuffed elephant, and then chomp on his head.<br />
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The 24th is showcasing what a dink Bootstrap is.<br />
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I was searching and searching for this stupid cat, and I realized I hadn't checked the laundry room. So, I walked in, saw the open dryer door and I just knew. Lo and behold, there's bootstrap, snuggling our clean laundry. Dorky cat.<br />
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Just in case you weren't sick of pet pictures, the 25th is another one.<br />
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Every time I put Barnacle in his crate before leaving the house, Bootstrap races in and taunts him in his crate. He's such an a-hole.<br />
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Now, finally, a break from the damn animals. September 26th:<br />
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German crab-apples! Love fall colors.<br />
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The 27th is more fall fabulosity.<br />
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On the 29th, I had a smashing wake-up call.<br />
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And to bookend this bitch, September 30th is more Barnacleness.<br />
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I think this is the best picture of Barnacle I've ever taken, ever.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-91728786852612542442011-09-20T10:55:00.000-07:002011-09-20T10:55:21.917-07:00September 15th - 20th, 2011Time for ketchup. <br />
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September 15th is a deja vu of creepiness.<br />
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This is the other creepy doll at the jewelery store. Perhaps creepy things are good selling points to Germans. But, I'm afraid to ever walk into the store for fear that the dolls will spring to life and attack me with their tiny hammers. That would be a bad/creepy way to go.<br />
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September 16th is a deja vu of cat ladyness.<br />
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I think this might be the cutest cat lady picture I've taken yet.<br />
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The next day, September 17th, is another cat picture, perhaps I'm the cat lady.<br />
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Here is Bootstrap in his new favorite place - the closet.<br />
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To continue the pet theme, here is Daniel and Barnacle necking.<br />
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Might as well keep it goin'. September 19th:<br />
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Almost every day Bootstrap watches Daniel do the dishes from a close distance - and sometimes he attempts to dive into the dishwasher.<br />
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Finally, today.<br />
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I used to have 10 wine glasses. 6 are cheap, thin, and crappy. I bought them at Ikea. 4 were moderately more expensive, thick, and nice. There is only one glass left of the latter set. Somehow 75 percent of the nice glasses have broken, 2 by the craziness of cats, and now one by the craziness of my dishwasher apparently - it just came out like that.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-8883465640163821932011-09-14T09:58:00.000-07:002011-09-14T09:58:43.476-07:00September 9th - 14th, 2011A week of catchup, with a missing day. I forgot one.<br />
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On the ninth, Bootstrap played with his brother's toys.<br />
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Bootstrap really acts like Barnacle's little brother. He is constantly playing with his toys when he has his own, frequently attempting to take them out of Barancle's mouth. Bootstrap also likes to pounce on Barnacle when he's trying to sleep in an ever-present bid for attention.<br />
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On the 10th we took Barnacle for a walk and came upon something odd.<br />
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Looks like chalk outlines of dead angels. I don't really know why they were there, but I took a picture of them.<br />
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The eleventh saw the result of Daniel taunting Barnacle.<br />
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Daniel slowly sipped at his bottle of water for almost a half an hour, taunting Barnacle - who waited patiently to rip the bottle apart after Daniel was finished. Barnacle literally sat in front of Daniel and whined the entire time. However, after awhile Barnacle got upset and pounced on Daniel, chewing at the bottle which was still full of water and still in Daniel's hand.<br />
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Clearly, Daniel was unhappy to have photographic evidence of his ladyness.<br />
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Finally, today, I took a picture of another cute pumpkin creature.<br />
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Germans know about their seasonal cuteness.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-61028567075654139382011-09-08T11:20:00.000-07:002011-09-08T11:20:39.713-07:00September 8th, 2011Today's picture is split in two. It's a story, if you will.<br />
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The first part has to do with the fact that our kitten is a fucking pig.<br />
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In the twenty minutes between dinner and cleaning dishes Bootstrap followed his piggy nose into the almost empty bowl of food (beef for philly sandwiches) and licked it clean. Of course, I felt the need to document that my kitten gets into more food than my dog. It was pretty funny when it looked like he was wearing the bowl as a hat as he attempted to lick the beefy depths.<br />
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Basically he smelled like beefy ass. So, we had to clean him.<br />
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Behold, Bootstrap's first bath.<br />
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To put it lightly, he did not enjoy it. He scratched the shit out of my arms, which are now alive with pink welts. He squirmed around like a water weasel, it's amazing I didn't drop him. We scrubbed the beef smell out of him with Barnacle's oatmeal shampoo though, and now he resembles a wet rat.<br />
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A wet rat who smells like oatmeal.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-69889017479498987412011-09-07T10:45:00.000-07:002011-09-07T10:45:36.695-07:00September 7th, 2011Today my husband got jealous of the kitten favoring me.<br />
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So, I handed him over. Then he proceeded to act like Lenny from <i>Of Mice and Men</i>. Sadly, I was unable to capture those moments on film. But, I was able to take a picture of them snuggling as Barnacle creeps in the background.<br />
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My house is full of freaks.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122124684507718592.post-79326680725783027532011-09-06T03:53:00.000-07:002011-09-06T03:53:30.798-07:00September 6th, 2011Today I learned the equation for a quiet afternoon.<br />
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Today Barnacle had an awesome playdate, wherein he ran at top speed after two other dogs who did not get entirely annoyed by him. Getting Barnacle enough exercise is a gargantuan feat that seems to require other dogs, and try as I might, I'm just not as much fun as his dog friends.<br />
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Having a quiet house is an amazing thing.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16853875194387605827noreply@blogger.com0