tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46215589861632979092024-03-05T18:52:02.898-06:00A Learning ProcessCaitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-91507686499017791632010-04-22T19:11:00.001-05:002010-04-22T19:12:35.458-05:00[inspiration]Do you wanna know what I've been doing lately? I showed you pictures of a trip to see John Mayer in St. Louis with my wifey, and a trip to the Memphis Zoo with my boy. <br />
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But lately, I've been <span style="font-size: large;">super inspired!</span><br />
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</div>I made this super cute cover for my daily planner! It was really simple and I love the way it turned out.<br />
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I have big plans for a new project for this weekend! I'm hoping to make one for myself to wear Saturday night and one to give to my best friend and wifey, Ally. Her Earth Day Birthday is today! Happy 20th, babe! I love you.<br />
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Ooh, and I'm really hoping to win this giveaway from Linda over at <a href="http://www.diaryofacraftaholic.blogspot.com/">Craftaholics Anonymous</a>. If you like anything crafty, you'll love her. I do! [ Plus this scores my an extra entry ;) ]<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And maybe when the life of Caitlin slows down, you'll see what I've been working on. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">:)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Have you ever thought that every action, every choice you've ever made has led you to <span style="font-size: large;">this</span> moment? Ever decision I've made seems to bring me to this boy. <span style="font-size: large;">{</span>Blake<span style="font-size: large;">} </span><span style="font-size: small;">Every trial I've been through has taught me something. At the time, I didn't know it, but my decisions taught me to understand him better. </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Since January 15th, I haven't gone a day without seeing him. He made my birthday celebrations wonderful. He gave me a Valentine's day full of (two dozen - one red, one yellow) roses, fancy resturants, and horse-drawn carriage rides by the river. And in between he's given me countless dinners, a few movies, and an unforgettable snow day. He says and does sweet things, but continues to remind me that he is a very manly man.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I have become <span style="font-size: large;">completely</span> addicted to scrapbooking. I keep buying those scrapbooking magazines. The lady at Scrapbook Corner gave me some scallopped scissors for <span style="font-size: large;">free! </span><span style="font-size: small;">She had used them for a kids class and probably wasn't going to use them again. Score for me!</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Saturday- Shopping with Ally. Dinner with Bri, Sam, Fanny, Shaina, Gavin, Jacey, Blake, Chris, Brandon, Ally, and Amy. Had wayy too much fun. Then got dessert at Coldstone. {Cookie Minster is way better than a Stawberry Blonde} Then I hung out with Blake, Jacey, and Jason [who's name I always forget]. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">On Monday the 18th, Blake and I became official. I'm the happiest I've ever been. Physically, we're complete opposites. He's tall; I'm short. I'm skinny; he's a big boy. No, I don't mean fat. Its quite possible that I'm half his size. He's tan; I'm pasty.<br />
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</div>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-70874934416930302892010-01-11T00:27:00.001-06:002010-01-11T00:30:15.002-06:00{Confessions} of a Carhop and Primary teacher.Don't you just <span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;">{love}</span> Sundays? I do. :] <br />
Sundays are all about family, and snuggling, and reading. <br />
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I wrote this a few days ago at work during a particularly stressful shift. I just want to remind you all that not everyone working at a fast food resturant is a complete moron. <br />
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I look at the people around me. Some of them complain so much, especially the older ones. I really hope I'm not like that when I get wrinkles.<br />
I try to find the good in things. I want to dance in life's thunderstorms. <br />
I bought a new calender a few days ago. Each month has an inspirational quote along with a cute picture. June's (because I cheated and read ahead. hehe.) says, <br />
<blockquote>"We girls look at a cloud and say to ourselves, 'There's a rainbow coming in just a while.' Then we kick off our shoes and dance in the puddles until the sun comes out again."<br />
</blockquote>They say the things that annoy you about others teach you about yourself. I know that I will never be rude to someone, no matter what my situation is. Sometimes finding life's sunshine in the midst of clouds doesn't benefit you at all.<br />
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On this stressful shift, I was yelled at for trying to help someone out. This man was ordering his food and he got everything he needed for a combo except for his small drink. I asked him if he would like to make it a medium and make it a combo because it would be cheaper for him, plus he gets more soda. He proceeds to yell at me. I was totally taken aback. Sure, I've been yelled at before, but never for trying to be nice. I thought to myself, "Maybe there's something going on that I don't know about." Then the <strike>prideful</strike> selfish part of myself thought, "Who cares?!?" Being nice to someone only takes an ounce of effort. I'm one that believes that if everyone said "excuse me" or "thank you" more often, the world would be a better place.<br />
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In better news, I taught my first CTR 4 class today. I have five kids: Ethan, Stanley, Juanito, Julie, Hailey, and Brynlee. Our lesson was on choosing the right. {BTW, I got the most amazing lesson ideas <a href="http://www.sugardoodle.net/">here</a>.}<br />
The class went rather smoothly for a bunch of four year olds. Only two crying kids (both easily fixed), two episodes of "shooting" crayons into the "basket" (trash can), and one in-depth conversation of why we shouldn't hurt baby birds.<br />
During closing exercises, I was tapped on the leg. I looked over at Juanito, who hurriedly folded his arms. He looks at me very serious and says, "I'm going the right way." *Sigh* My heart melted. Who knew that this darling little boy was paying attention to what I said? Reverence is something we talk about alot. I never thought anyone was <span style="font-size: large;">really</span> listening.<br />
[[Brian, remind me to tell you what my mom suggested to me. Very good idea. Might just do it.]]<br />
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</div>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-10270809797030409962010-01-07T01:53:00.000-06:002010-01-07T01:53:23.569-06:00{There's bathtubs full of glow flies.}I once read that every night before you go to bed you should complete the following statements: I am thankful for __________. Today I accomplished _________.<br />
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So today, I am thankful for my loving family. They are always there for me, no matter what. Today, I walked in the door from a trip to Walmart and my little sister was waiting for me with a hug. It was the best feeling in the world.<br />
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Today, I accomplished laundry. I have been letting it pile up for about a week. I had one basket overflowing with dirty clothes and one basket of clothes that needed to be folded. So I took a few hours and knocked it out. I also completely packed up my Christmas stuff, organized my closet and even took some pictures. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On my way home from Walmart, Tyler and I were blasting some Cobra Starship. Our favorite was Hot Mess. : ><br />
</div>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-32458883945762937262010-01-06T03:23:00.000-06:002010-01-06T03:29:33.643-06:00A.Year.In.Status.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9S7uWfVTm5I20939QV-1of-1luBGTnYYjIwxi5_XeSPQu4UJqY8DjONOjfPk3_KzzOS0M4yEnxY-sDSd6nQrXZV0cHTrtT6uJ0_mtVKkNRhl-0Bp0m_T0YpE8EtY0FNzC1eKfR5R1IBN_/s1600-h/yearinstatus..png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9S7uWfVTm5I20939QV-1of-1luBGTnYYjIwxi5_XeSPQu4UJqY8DjONOjfPk3_KzzOS0M4yEnxY-sDSd6nQrXZV0cHTrtT6uJ0_mtVKkNRhl-0Bp0m_T0YpE8EtY0FNzC1eKfR5R1IBN_/s320/yearinstatus..png" /></a><br />
</div>I never realized how much I use lyrics as my facebook status, until Brian showed me an app. It's called 'A year in status.' <br />
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And if you think that's bad, check this out...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"So Yesterday" -Hilary Duff<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Currently, my favorite song is "Traffic Light" by The Ting Tings. Its completely different from anything else I've heard of theirs. Maybe that why I like it. :]<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">BTW, <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">11 days til my birthday. <br />
</div>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-38317043262405604522009-12-29T12:38:00.000-06:002009-12-29T12:40:21.791-06:00So Long, '09.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For the first time in a while, I'm feeling peace.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've come so far this year. I've been through tremendous ups and downs. And finally, I'm feeling that things are falling into place. There's the possibility of a new job, a new apartment, a new boy. According to my horoscope [[psshhh..]] 2010 is my year. We'll see...<br />
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</div>With Me:: Sum 41Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-69595498841632336812009-12-27T22:44:00.000-06:002009-12-27T22:50:29.994-06:00...And when you think it never happens, it happens.<span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>Happiness is more related to the simple things in life.</em></span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">-[Uncle] Wally Goddard</span><br />
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</div>"Come Alive" by the Foo FightersCaitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-40792111912274803752009-12-22T01:53:00.000-06:002009-12-22T01:53:34.076-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yqwbP3AwQ3HfzFr1i3nz4LezOLz78GzlDL0gJ9onRg1Il7aEvqwETxazWB7wQa71PQk92x5TwU7yjjh3eSEfWE0-RICjk9jyd1sEbindhhZ7PvYKbLrJlM-sWmColA-1E7gR6DrVdwl0/s1600-h/78711f62fadd505b89861c2a84bfae40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yqwbP3AwQ3HfzFr1i3nz4LezOLz78GzlDL0gJ9onRg1Il7aEvqwETxazWB7wQa71PQk92x5TwU7yjjh3eSEfWE0-RICjk9jyd1sEbindhhZ7PvYKbLrJlM-sWmColA-1E7gR6DrVdwl0/s320/78711f62fadd505b89861c2a84bfae40.jpg" /></a><br />
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George Bernard Shaw said, "There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it."<br />
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I think what Shaw was trying to say is that its a tragedy to gain your heart's desire and realize that its not enough. It may be that boy, the one you know you'd be happy with, or maybe its a college, the one you've wanted to attend since you were little. It may even be the career path, the one you thought you wanted. Suppose you got all these things. What would happen if, once you had them, they turned out to be nothing like you expected?<br />
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In the past year, I wanted things. I wanted to date this boy. He was a boy from my past. We had dated before. And when our second (or third, or fourth...) chance came around, I took it. But I wasn't happy. He didn't make me happy. That realization broke my heart. <br />
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I was pursuing a degree in Finance at UALR. Somewhere in the middle of my accounting class, I realized that I had no desire to do this for the rest of my life. Sure, I'm a little lost and that scares me. I was always the "girl with a plan." Now I'm planless and I think I'm okay with that. Its not what you do that matters, its how much you enjoy doing it.<br />
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When it comes down to it, I'd rather gain my heart's desire and realize it's not enough, than to never have it at all. Because I'd be learning about myself. I wouldn't sit back and wonder "what if." Everytime I realize what I don't want, I'm one step closer to realizing what I do want.<br />
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SotD:: When it Comes by Tyler Hilton<br />
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<a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/George_Bernard_Shaw">Shaw also said</a>, "A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing."Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-74576762355513378152009-12-20T21:50:00.000-06:002009-12-20T21:54:19.676-06:00I'm gonna need a flashier tie.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>"You pile up enough tomorrows and you'll find you are left with nothing but a lot of empty yesterdays. I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering." - The Music Man</strong></span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">There comes a time in your life, where you have to make the BIG decision: a decision that will change your life. You may be in high school, or college. You may be in an entry-level position, or the CEO of a Fortune-500 company. Maybe you're a single twentysomething, or maybe a new mother.<br />
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</div>But each of us have to face the music. <br />
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You have to make the tough decision between who you've always been and making your dreams come true. You must face the denial in your eyes and know that the person you are isn't the best self you can be.<br />
Its hard. And scary. I wouldn't dare say otherwise. But when you look back on your life, 20 years later, will you regret the choices you didn't make? Will you regret leting the opportunities pass? Or will you seize the opportunities and make your dreams come true? I sincerely hope you choose the latter. I hope that your desire for change out weights the fear in your head. I hope you allow yourself to fulfill your potential. <br />
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Carpe diem.<br />
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As for myself, I plan on doing what makes me happy. That's what life is all about. I'm don't trying to satisfy others. I'm doing things my way. Carpe diem. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>"There comes a time with the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." -Anais Nin</strong></span><br />
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SotD:: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIA-fS6NG40">"Believe" by The Bravery</a><br />
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One of my favorite songs. Becoming on of my favorite bands. Definately worth the 4 minutes it takes to watch the video. Just do it.<br />
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</div>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-80039649110295157702009-12-14T01:22:00.000-06:002009-12-14T01:22:40.961-06:00I'm a big girl now; see my big girl shoes.Gorgeous brunette. Amazing smile. Loves music. Lyrics. Blogs. Drives when angry. Takes black and white photos. Loves to see movies. Watches Ghost Hunters, One Tree Hill, and Bones. Uses quotes. Reads books [currently <u>Lovely Bones</u>.] Loves Yellow. Writes. Afraid of falling. Giggles when tired. Loud when excited. Loves flying (ironic much?) Believes in fate&&destiny. freedom. choice. happiness. peace. Generally lost. Worst nightmare. Dream come true. Intelligent. Kind. Stubborn. Simple. Complicated. Motherly. Childish. Tough. Beautiful. Sensitive. Responsible. Shallow. Deep. Walking contradiction. Angel. Devil. Mischevious. Lover. Fighter. Trusting. Bitter. Running. Independent. Busy. Patient. Bored. Adored. Original. Caitlin.<br />
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"Imagination is everything. It's the preview of life's coming attractions." -Albert Einstein<br />
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"They say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself." -Andy Warhol<br />
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"If you have no intention of loving or being loved, the whole journey is pointless." -Kate Elizabeth Dicamillo<br />
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"Fill your paper with the breathing of your heart." -William Wordsworth<br />
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"Pick battles big enough to matter, small enough to win." -Jonathin Kozol<br />
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SotD:: Overboard by Ingrid Michaelson.<br />
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I took some pictures last week. They turned out lovely. And YOU get to see my gorgeous new coat. :]<br />
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I read this artical taken from the June 2009 issue of Glamour magazine. Its called "Six Beauty Habits Men Wish You'd Skip." Habit numero dos is padded bras. It says "Sure, men stare at big breasts, but pay close attention and you'll notice we ogle every size." That may be true. I like my boobs how they are, but if I can pay $40 to get a nice bra from Victoria Secret that makes me feel good about myself, I'm gonna do it. <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Habit number three was "Living in High Heels." Basically the same rules apply. Guys don't care how tall you are. Frankly, I'm a little insulted by this article. Jake (some real, live single guy from NYC) seems to think that the way we dress is just to impress some guy. HAHA. I feel the need to point out that he's single. Let me set ya straight, Jake. Girls don't dress to impress guys. They dress to impress other women. I feel hot in padded bras and high heels. Confident. Isn't that the sexiest thing of them all? Its not about how tall you are or how big your boobs are. Its not about hiding the love handles or looking good when you wake up. Its about how you feel about yourself. Vincent Van Gogh once said "If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced."<br />
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</div>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-90857907128419005152009-12-03T02:16:00.000-06:002009-12-03T02:19:53.822-06:00I'm never gonna make you fall.{{Keep in mind that I wrote this a while back, so my obsessions have changed.}}<br />
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Lately, I've become totally obsessed with 90's rock. I just downloaded a bunch of REM, Sheryl Crow, Eve 6, Third Eye Blind, etc... The music is great, don't get me wrong, but I think its more than that. It reminds me of a time when things were simpler. An age of innocence. <br />
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In 1998, I was 10 years old. I had a brand new baby sister. The only thing I worried about was who I was going to play with at recess. The worst injury I had was a skinned knee. <br />
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Now things are much more complicated. I worry about things like money and my future. My worst injury consisted of my freshman year of college, a 2,000 mile distance and a broken heart. <br />
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Youth really is wasted on the young. When you're young, you don't understand the beauty of it. And you certainly don't appreciate it. But I think we all have that moment of clarity, whether we're 15 or 50. Its that moment where you realize that, even when life is tough and your world is crumbling down around you, <br />
<blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">Life is worth it.<br />
</div></blockquote>You were sent here for a reason. You were meant to interact with these people. You were meant to touch their lives. No one can take that away from you. This is your life.<br />
Live it to the best of your ability.<br />
Cherish every moment.<br />
You'll keep your memories for the remainder of you life.<br />
But live in the moment.<br />
Remember, Tomorrow is today.<br />
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"All I Wanna Do" by Sheryl Crow.<br />
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Currently, I love::<br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Searcy-Pretty-much-all-of-Arkansas/Wicked-Images-Photography/79063248027?v=photos&sb=20#/pages/Searcy-Pretty-much-all-of-Arkansas/Wicked-Images-Photography/79063248027">Wicked Images Photography...</a><br />
[I ran across their page on facebook, and the photos are amazing.]<br />
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</div>Ankle boots. <br />
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<a href="http://www.fashiontoast.com/">Fashiontoast</a><br />
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My new coat :]<br />
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/">Etsy</a><br />
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Sudoku<br />
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The color RED. <br />
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Scrapbooking<br />
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BONES.!<br />
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Robyn. :]<br />
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And its finally beginning to feel like Christmas. So I'm definately loving the Christmas lights at the courthouse. [Pictures will be taken soon. Hopefully.]Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-15825732208366038662009-11-10T01:18:00.000-06:002009-11-10T01:20:31.269-06:00{Roadtrippp.}This is gonna be a <span style="font-size: large;"><em>busy </em></span>week for me. :]<br />
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Tuesday :: Sister Baker's Baby Shower.<br />
Thursday :: Work<br />
Friday :: <span style="font-size: x-large;">DANE COOK</span>. <em>:]</em> and a long-arse drive to Bentonville.<br />
Saturday :: Hay's dance competition.<br />
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So. I'm going to need a road mix for the 3 hour drive. I've already got some Audioslave and The Cure set up, but I need something new. <br />
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Ooh, did I mention that I found this guy named Jakob Dylan? He's Bob Dylan's grandson, I believe. His voice is incredible. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm all in favor of iTune's free song of the week, but seriously? "I love you so much that its driving me stupid"? My 4 year old nephew could write better lyrics than that. Poor girl.<br />
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</div>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-44480300624461172252009-10-14T01:44:00.000-05:002009-10-14T01:44:55.086-05:00Yeah, they talk about her. She smiles like she's so tough.<em>"The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days." -One Tree Hill</em><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">Day #7</span></strong><br />
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I find it amusing how much people can change. Five years ago, I was the dancer that loved hip-hop music. Now I'm the girl that opposes almost anything mainstream. My taste in music, movies, hobbies and even boys has changed. But, <span style="font-size: large;"><em>in all honesty</em></span>, I don't think I've really changed; I think I've found myself, the person I'm supposed to be. Maybe, I've changed for the better. <br />
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I like this <span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>Caitlin</em></span> much better. <br />
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I used to love romantic comedies. Now I like things with a little more meaning. I want to watch something that teaches a lesson. Like "Charlie Bartlett"; it teaches that there's more to life than popularity. How you use that popularity, for example. Life is about helping others.<br />
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And music... That's taken a complete 180. When I was little, I was obsessed with '90s country music, like Winona Judd and Patty Loveless. Then I meandered into teenagedom. I became one of those girls that hung out in the mall and listened to Top 40 songs. And I was completely okay with that because it was all I had known. It was what my friends did.<br />
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But then I went to college. I started to think for myself. I dated Jaron and he introduced me to Something Corporate and other punk rock bands. But more than that, he introduced me to a way of life. Something different. And it was exactly what I needed. I was finally realizing who I am supposed to be. I realized that there was more to life than Glen Rose, Arkansas. Just because this was how things always were doesn't mean this is how they're supposed to be. People change. <span style="font-size: large;">Change is inevitable</span>. When I step outside each morning, I decided who I am and who I want to be and no one can tell me otherwise. I don't want to be anything other than me. <br />
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Let's do a tiny recap:<br />
Day #1 - Anything by Taylor Swift<br />
Day #2 - Aerosmith's "I Don't Want To Miss A Thing"<br />
Day #3 - Matchbox 20's "Argue" and "3 AM."<br />
Day #4 - The Beetle's "Eleanor Rigby"<br />
Day #5 - Kate Voelege's "Chicago"<br />
Day #6 - Fall Out Boy's "Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of this Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued"<br />
Day #7 ...<br />
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SotD:: "Paper Bag" by Anna Nalick.<br />
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</div>I love this picture. <br />
It reminds me of my Shaina. <br />
And it has somehow became the theme in my life.Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-67674371306262097632009-10-13T01:24:00.000-05:002009-10-13T01:30:08.171-05:00"But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?"<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>Day #6</em></span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><strong>Sorry I've been a little AWOL lately. This weekend's been <strike>crazy</strike> <strike>stressful</strike> insanity! I played mom while my parents were out of town. Throw in a high school football game, 4 siblings, dance competition, a hogs game, and a day in Russellville, and you get an instant stressful Caitlin. So not much time to write about songs. But a sick day in bed did give me plenty of material so I'm backed up. Hope you enjoy the next few days. :)</strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">SotD: Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued</span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RhTpVIoGKhYfbQNbXMwscnU27u9UZWLzqUuBGEh72AX9_WImESvUHUNMimDf09IZJsIexE965W-aqPaPenzkPVtieH5JRxieGU1XNEXMAcw-rRBEGcldjMhZS1x9uQNfxSwLUfRHn3kQ/s1600-h/Fall+Out+Boy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RhTpVIoGKhYfbQNbXMwscnU27u9UZWLzqUuBGEh72AX9_WImESvUHUNMimDf09IZJsIexE965W-aqPaPenzkPVtieH5JRxieGU1XNEXMAcw-rRBEGcldjMhZS1x9uQNfxSwLUfRHn3kQ/s320/Fall+Out+Boy2.jpg" /></a>Fall Out Boy has exactly what a punk-rock band calls for: the dark clothes, eyeliner, sometimes spiky hair and the catchy tunes. One of my favorite parts of this song is that it’s a <em>PERFECT</em> summer song. Like “Argue,” it needs to be played with the windows down, sun on my skin, and wind in my hair. Having the volume turned up as loud as possible and screaming the words also helps. But my absolute favorite part is listening to it in my car with <span style="font-size: large;"><em>[[LITTLE SISTER]]</em></span> then walking around target singing it together. Even if I’m sick and feel like crap and its cold outside. That doesn’t matter. When we’re together, there’s nothing else I want to do. I don’t think about what papers I should be writing or how much money I just spent. All I want to do is have fun. I just revel in being with her. I bask in that feeling. You know that feeling? The one where everything is right in the world. That’s the feeling I get. The world could be crashing down around us and it wouldn’t matter. That’s what love is. It's more than just being related. It’s the fact that you enjoy being with them even if you have to use an excuse like buying a garment bag, and you end up getting in trouble for it because you called in sick and you run into your manager’s boyfriend. Oops. But that doesn’t matter, because I was hanging out with Little Sister, and I had fun. Is there anything wrong with that?<br />
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<blockquote>Something said, done, etc, of one's <em><span style="font-size: large;">free will</span></em>, without pressure from others. Natural, not forced.<br />
</blockquote> Living without pressure, being allowed to do what I want is exactly what I need. <br />
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Life is very short. It passes in the blink of an eye. Doing things that are pressured or forced seems <span style="font-size: large;"><em>ridiculous</em></span>. Isn't living life worth taking the risks? If you let the opportunities pass you by, what are you left with? Old age and a regret for the things you didn't do? What's the point of that? My little sister is 12 years old. She has a bucket list, a list of things she wants to do before she kicks the bucket. This summer, she completed one item by learning how to wakeboard. She's one of the most <span style="font-size: large;"><strong>fearless</strong></span> people I know. And, she's only 12.<br />
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But sometimes, life deals you a crappy hand. You take the risks and they don't pay off. It sucks. Believe me, I know. But you have to bounce back, no matter how much it hurts. If you don't, you're left with an empty spot in your heart and a complacent feeling.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>"<strong>Chicago</strong>" </em></span><br />
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</div>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-8540435950703402042009-10-07T23:52:00.000-05:002009-10-08T00:21:56.654-05:00We're all pretty bizzare... Some of us are just better at hiding it than others.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-fAUUiekaQUkPNXIwlP70-e4Rssiw9H2z3fDOYYxbdTizlK5tkvpEwbzV5HLi0esJgl4LcGl15hjybjPBJLipV52l7oI_bFtPwLAXltLqsDFscQeFPlu0E8qZ1ym2l5C0XR5r6ICtrSq/s1600-h/the+beatles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-fAUUiekaQUkPNXIwlP70-e4Rssiw9H2z3fDOYYxbdTizlK5tkvpEwbzV5HLi0esJgl4LcGl15hjybjPBJLipV52l7oI_bFtPwLAXltLqsDFscQeFPlu0E8qZ1ym2l5C0XR5r6ICtrSq/s400/the+beatles.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">Matchbox 20's songs are full of catchy music, yet they say exactly what we can't. My favorites have to be "Argue" and "3 A.M." both on the "Yourself or Someone Like You" album. "Argue" has a very upbeat tune. I like to listen to it when driving around with the windows down, the sun on my skin and the wind in my hair.</span> <span style="font-size: large;">"<strike>I know, but I still believe in ignorance as my best defense</strike>."</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: small;">"3 a.m." might be one of their most popular songs. The lyrics are heart shattering. "And in her color portrait world she believes that she's got it all.</span> <em><span style="font-size: x-large;">She swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to.</span></em><span style="font-size: small;">" To me, it represents the failing of your dreams, the realization that you don't live in a color portrait world. And that is something we can all relate to.</span></span><br />
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</div>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-62833249835390696732009-10-05T12:18:00.000-05:002009-10-05T12:18:25.812-05:00It's not so easy getting back into the ring, especially with the one that knocked you out in the first place.<a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/fisheye/inlovewithhim/19e418a3.jpg?o=5" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d157/inlovewithhim/19e418a3.jpg" /></a><br />
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I just saw a cop giving a ticket to a guy parked in a handicapped spot. Of course, he didn't have any tags. People should quit being so lazy and leave the spaces for people who actually need them. Just thought I would put that out there. <br />
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Flashback to 2005. It was a year of GREAT music. But, for one girl, it was a year of love...<br />
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February 2005. She was an awkward mess of a barely seventeen year old girl. There was once boy that occupied her thoughts. She has known him forever, and loved him even longer. She had high expectations as she walked through the cascade of crete paper. If there was ever magic at a high school dance, it was here. Anticipation and excitement curled in her stomach as she joined her friends. Their friends. <br />
They danced all night, always flirting. He even did a silly chair-dance that was so ridiculus, she still giggles about it. And at the end of the night, with Aerosmith's "I Don't Want To Miss a Thing" blaring through the speakers, they slowly revolved in a small circle. After singing <span style="font-size: large;">"Lying close to you feeling your heart beating, and I'm wondering what you're dreaming, wondering if it's me you're seeing,"</span> he leaned his head down and gently pressed his lips to hers. It was the prefect ending to a great night, and I'll remember in for the rest of my life.<br />
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I don't automatically think of that song with I think about great music. When I think of happier times, it's one of the first to pop into my head. When I hear that song, my mind wanders back to that night, an age of innocence, when dreams really did come true...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Point-Dexter;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>As happens sometimes a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment. And then the moment was gone.</em> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><em>--Lucas Scott (One Tree Hill)</em></span><br />
<em></em></span>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-77138674974272404442009-10-05T00:37:00.000-05:002009-10-05T02:42:05.504-05:00"Don't resist me, Mama. It's BOOGIE TIME!"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4GRKJ8ncXgNHdygz2iHliD77JK2DITr39se6-qcUp8RxJ9AHFfCbqF1nL6HAX7Lf2xwhxyhsx61Y3V1CY3ucfOhXyTBi0kmBkNsZ5apft3kUDWE6QwD6ex0jPNMFFxOwwCwLuVlH8-ut/s1600-h/Bob+Marley+Quote.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388992358332696898" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4GRKJ8ncXgNHdygz2iHliD77JK2DITr39se6-qcUp8RxJ9AHFfCbqF1nL6HAX7Lf2xwhxyhsx61Y3V1CY3ucfOhXyTBi0kmBkNsZ5apft3kUDWE6QwD6ex0jPNMFFxOwwCwLuVlH8-ut/s320/Bob+Marley+Quote.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 211px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br />
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<div>Today, I was driving down the road, trying not to think. So, <span style="font-size: 180%;">of course</span>, I was thinking. For the first time in a while, I was silent. I just listened to the song that was playing (which was the accoustic version of "Sometime Around Midnight" by The Airborne Toxic Event. Amazing) and thought about what the music was telling me. I let the notes swarm around my head. <br />
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<div>Music has the power to make you cry or jump for joy, lift you up or tear you down, make or break you. But do people know what it means to me? Sure, my best friends know how <em>neccessary</em> it is to my <strong><span style="font-size: 180%;">sanity</span></strong>, but what about the average Joe-Schmoe? I'm not too sure.<br />
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<div>A friend of mine (let's call her Sally) once told me that I have awesome taste in music. She said that I always find the most obscure bands with the most amazing songs.<br />
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<div>So, for the blogging world, I'm going to educate you in music. (I'm not saying your music is crappy, I SWEAR. But I wanna show you what I like.) I'm going to introduce you to a song and tell you my feelings about it. I want people to know what it means to me. But mostly, I want people to figure out what it means to them. <br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><strong><em>Day #1</em></strong></span><br />
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<div align="left">Taylor Swift. I like almost anything by her. I was talking with a co-worker the other day. She was saying that she didn't know why everyone likes her and that Ms. Swift isn't that good of a singer. I informed her that it wasn't about her singing ability; its about the catching songs. And most everyone can relate to them. We've all broken up with a crappy boy/girlfriend. We've fallen for the one that looks right through us. But mostly, she's a very down-to-earth person. She doesn't act like all the other stars that refuse to talk to fans. She stays after her shows just to sign autographs. My mom was telling me about a time when she bought pizza for all her fans. That's why people like her. It has nothing to do with her singing ability. It has everything to do with lyrics like these: <br />
<blockquote>"Wake up and smell the break-up, fix my heart, put on my make-up, another mess I<br />
didn't plan" <br />
</blockquote></div>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-88950353629146132642009-09-27T01:03:00.001-05:002009-09-27T02:06:31.519-05:00Being a Writer..<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Being a writer is one of the most masochistic endeavors. I love to hate it." -John Mayer.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-p4lVAG6qvCbkGOM_yJQPMLBQZQM4uTGPGUAoZUAOFzUlV0BR93DubGUIPtgVMJ1m4O5B4dn4vnfyWn52XX33-3HOIHNDcC7qZwXViOiQyidE85AXBPFo5YDHf1h0dwDlLYxu_WiZVNMV/s1600-h/backflip.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386037733318890546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-p4lVAG6qvCbkGOM_yJQPMLBQZQM4uTGPGUAoZUAOFzUlV0BR93DubGUIPtgVMJ1m4O5B4dn4vnfyWn52XX33-3HOIHNDcC7qZwXViOiQyidE85AXBPFo5YDHf1h0dwDlLYxu_WiZVNMV/s320/backflip.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm in one of those in-between places. I have lots of ideas and plenty of rough drafts. But that's it; they're very rough. Raw. Its almost embarrassing.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I need to do some editing. Rewriting. Thinking. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But I don't have time for that. So I'm giving you some of my favorite quotes. :)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"It taught me to hope as I had scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before." --Mr. Darcy</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"I don't wanna go to LA anymore, Get lost on the boulevard at night without your voice to tell me 'I love you. Take a right.' The ten and two is a lonely sight." --John Mayer. I'll give you ten points if you can tell me the meaning of the last line. Oh, and by the way, the name of the song is "In Your Atmosphere."</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtF9xSOheG4YXR52SunQxNppNSHmvtITU_eVAiWsK-ExcpGvjj3rF0tmww8sGwZLRoavGTZ5hddFvBiMI65Cpegj7ky2VRkuUo7_W9wRXw_E9OdM61puNvTiBEiT2map5noRPw05UGsXKm/s1600-h/girl.jpg"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386038712009689682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtF9xSOheG4YXR52SunQxNppNSHmvtITU_eVAiWsK-ExcpGvjj3rF0tmww8sGwZLRoavGTZ5hddFvBiMI65Cpegj7ky2VRkuUo7_W9wRXw_E9OdM61puNvTiBEiT2map5noRPw05UGsXKm/s320/girl.jpg" /></span></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"My daily goal is to make a difference, </span><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no matter how</span> small</em></span></strong>." --Me.</span>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621558986163297909.post-49282906986240089542009-08-10T23:55:00.000-05:002009-08-11T01:20:07.531-05:00A desk, some letters, and a Christian Science handbook.For the past few months, I've been searching for a desk. I've looked <strong>EVERYWHERE</strong>, but I can't find one that I like, within my budget. About 10 or so years ago, we acquired my grandma's sewing machine when she passed away. Its one of those that is built into a desk, and you can fold it up. Its been in my sisters' room for a while and they no longer have room for it. My mom told me that I could have it if I cleaned it out. So that's what I did tonight. I had planned on taking a break from the genealogy thing and just cleaning my room and packing for our mini-vacation.<br /><br />But no.<br /><br />I found the usual things you'd find with a sewing machine: needles, thread, material, and patterns.<br /><br />But I also found some unusual stuff, letters, pictures, pieces of my Uncle Gary's Army uniform, and even a baby brush. I'm trying to read the letters, but they're a bit difficult to make out.<br /><br />I did find a letter adressed to my great-grandparents, Lawrence and Gladys Dukeshire. It was postmarked on Dec 2 of 1976 from Woodland, California. 13 cent stamp. no lie. At this time, they were living in AR to be closer to their children and grandchildren. Eva and Stewart wrote, "You seem so far away! We think about you often and know you must be very happy there close to Laura & family. We know the feeling as we are glad to be near Marjorie and Marilyn.... No need to tell you the grandchildren are growing up fast because you can see yours growing also!" At the time, my dad was thirteen years old. He really loved seeing all this stuff.<br /><br />I found a warranty card for a Polariod SX-70 camera. It was really popular, though expensive, in the 1970's. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SX-70">For more info//pictures. </a><br /><br />There are a lot of things from the Christian Science Church, including several pages of notes my grandmother wrote.<br /><br />I also found a picture taken on Jan 13, 1963 of Laura and Ed Burchfield. (That would be my grandparents.) It was my dad's second birthday. Dad says it was in their home in Sacramento. My grandma looks just like my Aunt Julie. And my grandpa, looks just like my Uncle Craig. That's who I thought it looked like at first, until I saw the date on the back.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><em>One Step Closer.</em></span></strong>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15048393219001611695noreply@blogger.com0