Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Wuv, Twu Wuv

August 25, 2010
Dear Blog,

One day we will be together again and we will frolic in the meadow and go parasailing and go star gazing and climb a mountain and see the Eiffel Tour and find bear paw prints in the mud and feed each other chocolate covered strawberries and laugh at ugly people together and sip on champagne and get married and have babies and live happily ever after, just like this lovely couple.

However, until you start pulling your weight financially in this relationship, i'm stuck at my day job all day long with no time to spend with you. Do your part, blog.

With love to the moon and back
forever and for always your girl
xoxo
Casey Nicole


**special thanks to Alex for finding the pic

Monday, August 9, 2010

If i can make it here, i can make it anywhere

the other day on my early morning commute to work, the woman standing next to me suddenly, and without warning

THREW UP ON MY FOOT.


Blogger, that's your largest font? you've got to be kidding me!


She then looked up at me and casually, quietly, politely said "i'm sorry." as if maybe she had stepped on my foot trying to get to a seat. I said "it’s ok" even though it’s not and took a step away from the pile of vomit. Although i should have just taken one for the team and stood by it the rest of the ride considering it was already covering one foot and had splashed onto the other.

I really had no f'ing clue what to do. i could have very easily thrown up right back at her, or cried. but instead, i instinctively laughed. not really at her, just quietly to myself. because there was vomit on my shoe and i was still 2 stops and short walk and an 39 floor elevator ride from my office. She's really lucky i'm so non-violent and have a strong stomach and passive aggressive and relatively nice.

When i got to my office, i went to the bathroom where i promptly threw away my shoes and washed my feet in the sink. i was wearing a skirt that was too short to put my feet in the sink-- something you never really consider when buying a skirt.

I guess overall it was worth it. 15 mins of vomit on my foot for a story that will last a lifetime. i'll take it. The most disappointing thing for me is that i had always imagined if someone was going to throw up on my shoes, it would be Kid Rock.