A Day of Thanks

As you guys may have noticed, I have not posted at all this month. But, today is a day of thankfulness, and I am thankful for you. Any and all of you that read this blog: Thank You!

I really have a lot to be thankful for:

My amazing husband, whose ambition is boundless and contagious. Without you I know I would survive (let’s be realistic), but I would be a far less happy version of myself, and I’m thankful every day that I have you. You da best.

And for the sweetest nieces, nephew, and little cousin, whose stories I tell and pictures I flash to anyone that will look or listen. I’m also thankful for their awesome parents, and my parents, and the rest of my wonderfully strange family.

This has been a good week for me, and for that, I also give thanks.

But, I will give extra thanks tomorrow when I finally get to sit at the table with my family and eat all of that deliciousness.



What A Weekend.

With the exception of a pretty awesome birthday party for my 2-year-old cousin yesterday, this weekend has been a bust for me.

It all started yesterday morning when I thought I was going to kill my kitten.

Chris had to work early, so it was just me. I never feel like making breakfast when it is just me, and so I decided to make some Carnation Instant Breakfast. No big deal, just downing my nutrients in the form of chocolate milk. I went back up to my room (on Saturdays I watch America’s Next Top Model on HuluPlus- don’t you dare judge me) and I went to set my drink on a stand behind my bed so I could get comfortable. Before I could do it, I had a brainblast and decided to put it in the bookshelf so that Buffy (the demon kitten) wouldn’t knock it down.

By now you probably know how this story ends.

I was watching my show, and I hear a commotion. I was mad before I turned around. I knew. I just knew. That whole cup (I had taken ONE sip) was upside down and there was chocolatey goodness EVERYWHERE. I should also tell you that we recently got a new bed set, and it came with all sorts of pillows and we ended up having around 7 pillows piled up behind our bed because we don’t use that many pillows when we sleep. Who needs to sleep with 9 pillows?

Every single one of those pillows got hit. That kitten strategically spilled my breakfast so that it would get on every single pillow. I swear.

When I realized what happened, I locked eyes on my little demon kitten and she had the common sense to run for her life.

CASEY ANGRY. I was literally roaring like Hulk as I ripped the pillow case off of every pillow and threw all the pillows all over the room.

The culprit.

The culprit.


And that was just Saturday.

To be honest, the rest of my weekend really wasn’t bad. I had to take all of my laundry (which could have waited a day or two if Buffy hadn’t ruined everything) up to my mom’s (I don’t have a washer and dryer and the laundromat isn’t free). I was just hanging out with my madre and watching Superhero Sunday on FX when I got a text. From my boss.

I was supposed to be at work 5 minutes ago.

My work pants are still in the dryer.

I need to shower.

I’m sad.

So, now I am complaining to you in the hopes that it will serve as some sort of catharsis and I will feel better and be able to laugh about this tomorrow.

At least my pillow cases are clean, and my clothes, too. Silver lining? Okay.