Dumb questions definitely exist

Hello!!!!!

I shouted that. In my head. You can tell that I shouted it because I put lots of exclamation points at the end. 

Get it? 

Anyway...

"There is no such thing as a stupid question." 

I'm pretty sure every teacher I've ever had has made sure to begin a year or a semester with this very wrong statement. 

After working in a restaurant for 6 years, I can say with confidence that there are most definitely stupid questions and that people do not hesitate to ask them. 

This being July, the tourists are swarming to the restaurant like Yogi Bear to a pic-in-ic basket. I'm convinced that all tourists compete against one another to come up with the most absurd requests or the most unintelligent questions. 

Let me give you a little bit of an idea of what I've been hearing recently. 

A few weeks ago someone approached my sister and asked her, "Is your grilled tilapia baked or cooked?" Mary Catherine was sort of confused and very awkwardly answered, "I'm pretty sure the grilled tilapia is grilled." 

The woman thanked her for her assistance and happily helped herself to a nice piece of the grilled fish.

Another customer with a nut allergy asked her server if the pistachio pudding contained nuts. After learning that the pistachio pudding did indeed contain a nut (pistachios), this customer proceeded to demand that we label the pistachio pudding with a note that says "nut included". 

In my opinion, this customer should probably talk with her doctor if she's living her life unaware of what pistachios are while harboring a nut allergy. 

I'm just saying. 

Just this evening a customer gave me an interesting order. 

"I'll have the mashed potatoes, hold the meat please." 

I looked at her and was trying to figure out what she meant, and she explained that she was a vegetarian and could have absolutely no meat. So I kind of tilted my head and hesitantly asked, "So that's a no on the gravy then as well?" 

"Right. Mashed potatoes with no meat and no gravy." 

We don't serve mashed potatoes with meat. Ever. 

She also wanted carrots and made sure I remembered not to put meat on those as well. 

No problem. 

Speaking of vegetarians- a woman a few weeks ago had me go over the menu with her to find vegetarian options since she could eat absolutely no meat. She finally decided to just do the buffet and stick with the salad and other veggie options. Literally 5 minutes after I walked away from her table I saw her at the buffet heaping beef tips onto her plate. As soon as she sat down, I went by her table not sure if I was going to have to explain to this vegetarian woman that beef tips are actually made of beef and therefore do not qualify as a "vegetarian option".

Imagine my shock as I realized there was not only beef tips, but numerous pieces of fried chicken making up the other half of her overflowing plate. 

I must have made a face [I was thinking she's a pretty different kind of vegetarian] because she smiled at me and simply said "It looked too good for me to walk away!" 

I responded, "...sorry?" 

Unfortunately, stupidity is [apparently] contagious and does not spare even the brightest of employees. 

Especially me. 

My conversation with a family of 4 yesterday as I was taking their order:

"So you're all doing the buffet?" -me

"Yes." -father

"Alright, so how old are you?"-me

"11" -eldest child

"And how old are you?" -me

"9" -youngest child

"And how old are you?" -me

"42!" -mother

"Oops."-me

Needless to say, I was so embarrassed. All 4 of them died laughing at me, and my face immediately went bright red. 

It was a rough night.

I find comfort in knowing that I'm not the only employee who struggles sometimes. 

A customer asked Mary Catherine where the bathrooms were. She replied, "Straight to the right." 

She apologized for the confusion after the man just stood there trying to figure out her directions. 

He did [thankfully] make it to the bathroom.

Other than that, life has been trucking right along.

Don't think that life is normal though. 

I keep finding little things that make me smile, just because they're kind of ridiculous. 

These crackers made me a bit nervous. I won't be serving any of them to Shasta. 

Speaking of Shasta- she's still our resident Drama Queen. 

Mary Catherine, Daddy and I all give her a run for her money though.

 

And my favorite- this little guy at Trailside gas station. 

Free air, hallelujah! 

It's the little things, really. 

I'm down to about 1 month of summer-time freedom. 

Kind of glad, kind of sad. 

Want to start a countdown? 

Maybe I will tomorrow. 

Keep asking stupid questions. They keep my world interesting. 

I love my job.

=)

Little bit of this...

Chinese food happened, just like I promised. 

When I said I would blog about it later- I guess I really wasn't thinking about how little one can really write about Chinese food. Or any food for that matter. 

Coincidentally, last night for supper mom and dad made Chinese food. 

Yes- MY parents- made Chinese food. 

Homemade Chinese? 

It's like I don't even know who they are anymore. 

And with that I wrap up the random Chinese food subject and move on to other equally random and unexpected happenings in my life. 

One day I decided to just take a picture while Kyle was driving. Maybe I was just struck by the beauty of the big blue sky- or maybe I was bored and didn't know the song on the radio. 

Either way, picture of an Amish farm that I pass almost every day. 

Honestly, it's probably my mother's uncle's farm or something. 

Funny story. Mary Catherine went to a Phillies game with Dad back in April. She took like 49399 pictures and we ended up with one of Hunter Pence's face as our desktop background for FOREVER. 

So one day I decided to change things up a bit. I took matters into my own hands and I said, "No more!" 

I was fully capable of changing the background to a more... pleasant face. 

This isn't the 1890's- I have rights! 

Naturally my man of choice was Mr. Tim Tebow. 

Mom thanked me. 

Even MC wasn't too terribly upset about her loss. 

I'd say it was a good choice. 

I'm sad to say that Tim didn't last too long. Now, each day we race for the computer and put up a new, beautiful face to look at for a while. 

MC and I are usually responsible for the changes, but Kyle and Dan get to it before us every once in a while. 

Mom made a rule now- just so we don't get out of hand. 

We can only change it after each picture has been on for a full 24 hours. 

Call it shallow, I don't really care. 

I'm the one who gets to stare at a pretty face whenever I'm in the kitchen. 

Speaking of graduation, Danny graduated. 

My little bright-eyed baby brother graduated from high school! 

Seems like just yesterday he was banging pots and pans and directing the family sing-alongs while we drove to grandma's where he would play trucks and take apart anything he could get his hands on. 

Sometimes I still hear his loud and unexpectedly high voice shouting out "Chase away the demons" and it makes me giggle. 

I like to think he was in shock in this moment and that his facial expression had nothing to do with the fact that I was hugging him. 

Looks pretty cute in a cap and gown! 

Love my brothers- crazy and all. 

 And no matter how much he might disagree, he loves being sandwiched between us both in birth order and in photos. That's right where you belong Dan man- right smack between us (as long as you pull MC's hair and not mine). 

There's the whole band. I'd say we're a handsome bunch but that might come across a bit stuffy. The truth is, we're the farthest from stuffy. We're so weird that it's amazing we actually do function properly. 

Happy graduation Dan! 

MC and I also babysat this little Diva again. 

This time we went on a trip to Walmart to get some beach gear. 

Magazines are considered "beach gear" for our family, and apparently Kylah agreed. 

She helped us decide between the People Style Watch issue and some teeny-bopper magazine covered with One Direction and J-Biebs. 

She chose the latter- but MC and I weren't feeling it. 

At one point, she giggled like crazy and pointed with much gusto at Justin Bieber as Mary Catherine and I died in fits of laughter. 

Cutest. Child. Ever. 

And then yes- the next day MC and I were off to the beach! Cape Henlopen for the day. 

Thanks Delaware. It was fun. 

We had so much fun watching people. You would be surprised with how many middle aged men think it okay to walk around the beach in mini-short swimsuit trunks. 

I wish I could say "only in Lancaster county" on this one, but we were in Delaware so it doesn't really work the same way... but really how likely is it that we would see people we actually know on the beach? We thought pretty unlikely. However, we ended up deciding that a certain male passerby was quite good looking before MC pointed out we actually knew who it was.  

Weird? Check. 

Embarrassing? Check. 

We both put our sunglasses on and looked in the opposite direction. 

Dodged that bullet. 

Then we "met" a cute little family who sat almost on top of our beach site. 

A woman and her six kids.

Of the six, MC and I felt like we became fairly close with Luke, Sammy, and Hannah. 

Sammy was the cute one- maybe 3? 

He ran around in his diaper for a while before his mom decided it was perfectly acceptable to let a nude toddler loose on the beach. 

MC and I decided that probably wasn't necessary. 

Come to think of it, there was more nudity than we expected on the beach that day. 

Before Sammy's family moved in there was another little family who also allowed their young son to fully expose himself to the wind and the waves.

We didn't learn his name, but he had a baby sister named Addie who wore a blue hat with red crabs on it. 

Mary Catherine wasn't a big fan of Addie's hat choice, but not too long after their arrival, both mom and dad pulled on equally hideous straw/cowboy/Amish-man hats. 

Addie was the most stylish one of them all. 

But the day was great- beautiful weather, lovely waves, great company, hot lifeguards... perfection! 

We also had a surprise visit from our friend Flip this past weekend. 

This time his accent was fully French, and his vocabulary proved a direct link to the Queen's Diamond Jubilee! 

He called me Your Highness and Your Majesty. 

I think I may have blushed. 

Either way, his visit left us all increasingly confused as to his nationality. Again. 

I must admit, after not seeing Flip since last summer I slipped and made the mistake of asking how he was doing. A mistake of catastrophic proportions. 

However, he was quick to forgive and moved right into calling me Your Majesty. 

I like to think I now have Flip wrapped around my little finger. 

Or not. 

Mary Catherine just got home and I'm going to go ahead and ask her why she texted me a picture of my old math teacher. 

She didn't offer much explanation, so I'm pretty confused. 

Enjoy your lives- I will to!

Quiet Your Mind- It's Summertime.

I've been home for a little over 3 weeks but according to my blog, I'm still in the midst of finals. 

Oops. 

So much has already happened- it's kind of ridiculous. 

I'm totally kidding. My summer is nothing short of ordinary.

For some reason I have over 70 pictures on my phone- and that is almost unheard of for me. I was saving them all so that I could blog about things and make it sound fun and accompany stories with pictures, and now I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. 

Work with me. 

Mom, Dad and MC drove all the way to Raleigh to bring me back, safe and sound, to Lancaster. We spent some of our down-time between moving out and singing engagements with magazines, Tim Tebow, and a really strange movie. 

Then Mom wanted to play outside. So we did that too. 

I was so happy to see them. 

This one jumped me and wouldn't let go. 

She hugs lots and lots. 

This was our interpretation of the... sculpture... entitled, "Pulling through". 

So she was pulling me through. 

We're deep. 

We got some lunch and smiled some more. 

We were both kinda happy to be together. 

And yes, for those of you who think you're all observant and smart (or whatever), my little sister is definitely taller than me. 

Thanks for pointing that out and making us all feel better about ourselves. 

-_-

Mamma and me =)

Contrary to what you might be thinking, we were not hurting him or forcing him to sit there with us. I'm pretty sure MC shouted something inappropriate and that's why father is losing it in the picture. 

Welcome to my life!

We got home in a good 7 hours and this time I didn't have to talk with an officer. I made Dad drive through that part of the trip and I pointed out the spot where the cop pulled up behind me, where he tailed me, and then where I eventually hit the ditch. 

Ah, memories. 

Then after I got home, just random crap started happening. 

Like literally- all the farmers decided to fertilize their fields the week I got back. 

Sweet smells of Lancaster County in the Springtime! 

But other random stuff happened too. 

For some reason I went rose shopping with Mom and Kyle (???). Don't ask me why- I think I was bribed into it. 

This is Sharon smelling a rose that is called "Dolly Parton". 

I think we liked the color of this one. 

Or something like that. 

I also did some babysitting for a friend. 

This little one is the cutest thing ever, and no matter what you say you will not change my mind. 

MC decided she could use a little ponytail to keep her hair out of her face while she was tanning. 

So we sat outside...

We ate a grilled cheese sandwich...

We played the piano (like a champ!)... 

And we ate some Lapp Valley ice cream... by ourselves. 

She didn't want Sharon to help her. 

Miss Independent. 

Unfortunately, I had to give the precious little one back. I know, I know- we were all disappointed. But Sharon kindly reminded me that it won't be long before I can be having kids of my own. 

Does that make anyone else as uncomfortable as it's making me? 

No? 

Well this is awkward. 

And with that, we quickly move on. 

Dan and Sam had their graduation party with the Blank family. They're both going to receive their diplomas in the next week or something like that. 

I still think it's odd that they're letting little boys graduate from high school, but whatever. 

Then while we were at Grandma and Grandpa Blank's, we made our usual trip to the bridge and I decided to take a picture of the landscape. 

If anyone ever asks me what Lancaster looks like, I will show them this picture. 

Just lots of cows in the distance, with green hills, and Amish farms. 

Then someone pointed out the tadpoles in the creek, and we watched them for a little while until we got bored and someone (DEFINITELY NOT ME) suggested we throw stones at the tadpoles. 

That's Aly, Vanessa and Mary Catherine harassing the tadpoles. 

Poor little guys. 

And soon after we got back from our walk, Grandpa came out of the house with a gun. 

We were all a bit shocked- especially when he started waving it all around. 

I asked him to kindly point it far away from me. 

He laughed and told me it wasn't loaded. 

Phew. 

(I'm still slightly concerned, however.)

And that's pretty much what's happened in the last few weeks. 

Random fact- tomorrow Kyle and I are going to get Chinese food for lunch because I want Chinese food and who wants to eat Chinese food alone? 

I can't tell you how badly I'm looking forward to this. 

Then for supper- Dad decided he's going to take us out to Shady Maple. 

It's his birthday and he wants to take us out. 

I know what you're thinking, but we don't ask questions. 

When Mike decides he's taking us out, we just get in the car and put our seat-belts on.

Tomorrow is going to be a great day. 

I read a few books, bought a few songs, went shopping and spent too much money, worked at the restaurant- you know. 

Oh! At the restaurant this past week, I have definitely encountered some real winners. 

And summer hasn't even officially started!

One old man was a little too happy to hear that I wasn't married and a little too direct when he mentioned that his wife died two years ago and he was looking for a new life partner.

He said he'd come back, so I told him to keep me in mind. 

I mean, what's a girl to do? 

I just prayed he was kidding. 

Unless he's rich. 

I didn't just say that. 

Another woman shouted "BYE DIMPLES" to me as she left. 

Now, I've gotten some pretty strange names in my lifetime, but... dimples? 

And she didn't just say it sweetly, I mean this woman shouted it across a crowd of people on a busy Saturday night as she worked her way toward the door. 

My life. 

When I was hosting I asked a woman with a small baby if the baby would like to color. 

Sometimes I'm not sure about my mental state. 

The woman just kind of awkwardly smiled and informed me that the baby would probably eat the crayons, and I quickly agreed. 

Good call lady, good call. 

I almost greeted a couple by saying "Hi ladies!" before realizing that one of the "ladies" was actually a man with a ponytail. 

That was a close call. 

Work never fails to make me laugh. At myself and at other people, so that's good I guess. 

Now I'm tired and all caught up. 

Think of me tomorrow as I'm chowing down on some Chinese food with Kylie. I'll take pictures, we'll make a post out of it- you watch! 

Goodnight world! 

So Close!

I'm right in the middle of finals. 

4 down, 3 to go. 

I thought I would come to the dining hall this morning to study as I ate lunch- you know, too many distractions in my room. Turns out there are some big-time distractions in the dining hall as well. 

For someone who enjoys people watching as much as I do, it won't work to "study" in such a central and social location. 

I have a mass communication exam in 30 minutes and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it. Our professor put a slideshow together of some of the material we would need to know for the exam. 

It's 38 slides long- so I've been working on memorizing 38 slides. 

Want to talk a little bit about distractions? Because the computer provides a large majority of the things that keep me from focusing on this stupid powerpoint show. I think I've been on facebook for a solid hour this morning just praying that something new would pop up for me to read. 

Apparently all 500 friends of mine are otherwise occupied this morning and provided me with very little distracting news. 

Therefore, I decided that it was (conveniently) a great time to update! 

I suddenly have only 7 days left until I get to go home. Is anyone else feeling the same way I'm feeling? Like time is moving way too fast? 

Maybe I'm just a freak. But I seriously remember too much of my childhood like it was yesterday.

I remember playing in the backyard with Kyle and Danny at our old house and Daddy telling us we weren't allowed to go past the white markers in the woods.

I remember having watermelon seed-spitting contests at Grandma Anne's with all the cousins in the summer. 

I remember my last day of fifth grade when Mrs. Martin gave me a big hug and wished me well before shedding a few tears as mom and I walked across the newly renovated parking lot to our purple-hued minivan. 

(I seriously remember everything. I'm freaky like that.)

And now I'm suddenly finished with my sophomore year of college? 

I might come to terms with that in a few weeks. But for now, I'm still in shock.

Some girl is running around the courtyard with the cutest little puppy following her. I don't know who you are, but your dog is super cute. 

Not as cute as Shasta, but you know. Nice try. 

Anyway, I'm struggling to keep my head above water right now. After today I have 1 more exam and then a take-home final. Then- freedom. 

Mom, Dad and MC are coming to get me. Again. They came last year too. I think they look for any excuse they can find to come to Raleigh. I don't blame them. 

So other than all that, there really is little to nothing going on right now. My roommate moved out yesterday, so I'm getting increasingly bored. Minute by minute. 

Long stretches of boring. 

I'll make it. I'm like the little engine that could- let's face it. 

I really can't comfortably sit here and type all about my life when I have a word document open which contains 35 multiple choice and 3 essay questions. 

There's so much guilt! Yet guess what? I don't even care. It isn't due until Wednesday, enough said. 

So this randomly happened today, maybe you'd like to hear.

I got to my 1pm exam a bit early today (the one I was talking about at the beginning of the post) and was just chatting with some classmates about snow. I got there after the conversation topic was decided upon. 

So we were talking about snow, and one woman mentioned that where she grew up in eastern PA it would often snow a lot, blah blah blah. 

Naturally, I hear "eastern PA" and I'm all, "What part of PA?" 

She then told me she grew up about 90 miles outside of Philly. 

So now I have a pretty good picture of where she grew up... not. 

So in order to clarify that I was inquiring about maybe more of a specific city, I offered up the fact that I am from Lancaster. 

She smiled real big and nodded enthusiastically and said, "I'm from Hershey!" 

Perfect, we've got a city. 

And then, much to my surprise, she (very loudly) asks, "Are you Pennsylvania Dutch?" 

Now imagine my shock when this woman- a woman who I thought was one of us- straight up asked me if I was Amish. 

I said a quick (and confused) "No" and then after recognizing the very obvious show of disappointment in her facial expression I added, "But my mom's family is."

She cheered up real fast after that and then started debating the correct pronunciation of "Lancaster".

To give her credit, she did say it correctly. It was the girl from Vermont who thought she knew everything who was making herself look like a fool. 

Moral of that story: I never expected to be asked if I was Amish by a woman "raised in Hershey". I've come to a few possible conclusions which would explain her odd behavior. 

1. She was born in Hershey only to move away as a young child

2. She is full of crap

3. She was raised in a basement (in Hershey) and was rarely let out 

There may be other explanations, but I'm personally fond of number 2. 

Guess we'll never know. Unless I ask her. But let's not count on that ever happening. 

I'm going to curl up and watch a movie now. Tomorrow will hopefully be a full day of packing and studying and test-taking. 

Sunday fun-day, right?

Here's to my last week in the big city!

Hey, Mamma Rock Me

So much excitement happened recently.

So much excitement! 

The most exciting thing would have to be the whole Bathtub Ring thing. I'm going to go ahead and steal Meredith College's description of what The Bathtub Ring is, if you don't mind.

"Three members of the Class of 1970—Betty King, Ayn Sullivan, and Peggy Timmerman—founded The Bathtub Ring singing group in the spring of 1968 and first performed for Phi Luau during Rush Week. Their blend of rebellion against and honoring of Meredith traditions has made The Bathtub Ring a perennial favorite at Cornhuskin’ and other campus events. Membership is by audition, and selections are made by The Bathtub Ring from students who are members of even-year classes." 

So there are 5 girls in BTR and they each become one of the 5 characters- Otis, Zeke, Rufus, Ralph and Ethel Sue.

I'm going to be Rufus, pretty much the coolest kid ever. I was told that Rufus is laid-back, so I'm thinking it won't be too difficult to "become Rufus".
We aren't "officially" BTR yet though, not until BTR 2012 graduates. So for now, we're called the Ring Around The Tub- or the RATTS of 2014.
Crazy.

So back up to auditions- I wasn't going to try out for it because I had so many doubts, so little faith in myself, and I was crazy intimidated by all of the other girls.
But Skye talked me into it, and I knew in my heart that if I didn't try out I would be really frustrated with never knowing how it would end up.
So I went to the practice on Tuesday with 15 or so other sophomores and we learned the parts to the BTR version of Rocky Top.
I was singing the song in my sleep, during class, at work- it was bad.

Then Thursday came, and I knew I needed to prepare a snippet of a solo song of my choice. So I decided to sing Hallelujah- the song that everyone has covered.
They started us off around 7pm with our solo songs, then we sang Rocky Top for about three hours until they finally let us go.
21 girls tried out, and that evening they cut us down to 10. Then around 11pm they sent us back to our rooms and said they would let us know if we made it or not by the end of the night.
I was expecting a phone call.

That's 2012 Rufus, in my room, letting me know that I made it.
I was not prepared.
That awful smile thing I have going on there- that's me being so excited and so shocked.

 

And then they put me in the hallway and told me not to talk. 

They told those other 2 girls the same thing- and I had no idea that they were there. 

So I stood in silence and darkness as they all walked away from me. 

 

We were finally allowed to take our blindfolds off, but only after walking across campus and singing together.
So that's us!

Then we had our big debut at Tea for Two- Meredith's mother/daughter tea for the sophomore class.
Lynda went with me, and I kept it a secret from her that I made BTR.

Hardest thing I've ever done!

Skye and I all dressed up together.

I had such a fun time! I missed mom a lot, but I'm glad that it worked out for Lynda to go with me.

Tea table

We got party favors

My hot date. We got some stares- we decided it was all of the mothers thinking to themselves "that woman looks way too young to be her mother- they must be sisters."

As soon as BTR 2012 walked up to the stage while singing Mountain Dew, Lynda turned to me and said, "You should totes be in that Caity- you could do that!"
At that point, I was so anxious and excited and nervous that all I could manage without giving it all away was a shaky, "mmhmm!"
I couldn't eat any of my brunch either. We had pancakes, bacon, eggs, potatoes, fruit, and desert and I had to FORCE myself to take bites.
So. Anxious.
But then 2012 called up the members of 2014 BTR and I looked at Lynda and said, "I didn't tell you..." as I slyly tied my bandana around my wrist and made my way to the stage.
I think she was surprised =)

There we are after our first performance!

2014 Bathtub Ring minus our Ralph. Instead of handing off the baton, 2012 handed off the Mountain Dew- because they sing a song called Mountain Dew.
We were pretty pumped.

And there we all are again!

There are videos circulating somewhere. If you have a facebook you can go to my timeline right HERE and see some videos that I was tagged in. If you don't have a facebook, then you really should get working on that.
Just kidding. But I have no idea where the videos would be found if not through facebook.

So yes, my weekend was filled with anxiety- the best kind- and so much excitement!
I can't wait until next year when we can finally start to have practices and do all the fun stuff that goes along with being in BTR.

Such a cool Meredith tradition and I'm honored to be a part of it!

Hello, Rita?

Good. Morning. 

=D 

The main reason I am writing right now is because I really do not want to make myself read Death of a Salesman. 

Again. 

I suffered through it once, and that was enough. They can't make me read it again. Therefore, I am going to fill all of my free-time until class with other activities so that I don't start to feel the pressure from my professor and my peers- and so that I can justify my actions in my own mind. 

I'm just too darn busy to read that- shucks! 

 

Today is rainy and gross- an appropriate way to welcome Spring, don't you think? Me either. This year's March showers will bring April flowers- totally breaking tradition and everything I've ever believed as a child, but I guess with that whole- "The polar ice-caps are melting" thing that means we are all sorts of off schedule. 

But that's okay- rain is rain. I have my trusty umbrella with me. 

Would you believe it- I still have not gotten my rain boots. 

None. 

I stomp around through the rain in anything BUT proper puddle stomping gear. 

It gets rather frustrating. 

 

But anyway, I have Spring break stories to talk about! 

So I was all upset about my lack of good stories right before I left- and wouldn't you know it, just after we crossed the Maryland border into the lovely PA, THIS happened. 

I was pulled over. BY A COP! 

It was an experience, that's for sure. I thought I was going to pass out from a combination of shock/confusion/anger/embarrassment/terror/ignorance/etc.

 Now keep in mind, this happened at 12:45am, and we were about 40 minutes from home. So naturally, I was ticked. I made it 6 hours and 20 minutes and was stopped NOW? 

(Hence the anger)

I started off strong by giving the officer my expired drivers license- score 1 for Caitlyn when he didn't even recognize that it was expired. 

I proceeded to confess that I had never been pulled over and therefore had no idea what I was supposed to give him- I only knew that it all lived in my glove-box where Dad tucked it away while I was shopping or taking pictures. So I laughed at myself as he reached in my window and helped himself to my insurance and registration cards. 

Super. (This would be the ignorance I referred to)

I was also informed that the encounter was being recorded. I acted pretty chill, but on the inside I was seeing re-runs of COPS shows where they threw people around and waved guns while yelling, "GET ON THE GROUND!"

I thought I was going to be featured on the newest episode of COPS. 

Fabulous. (Enter embarrassment!)

When he returned what seemed like hours later, he calmly told me that I had been swerving across the double yellow lines a few times. (He thought I was drunk! Me, Caitlyn Martin, drunk driving!? I laughed.) Then he asked if I knew why that was happening. To which I responded: We were dancing? Lynda then told him that we were just trying to stay awake. (We didn't have any issues with that the rest of the way, believe me!)

He laughed and thanked me for my honesty, and only then did I think that maybe I was going to get off ticket-free! I wasn't necessarily proud to admit it, but when he asked me what we were dancing to I had to tell the truth. 

Lady Gaga. 

When Lady G and Beyonce tell you to Just Dance- what else can you do? 

He laughed more, and then he was gone. 

No ticket! Booya!

What a way to start off my Spring break, hey? 

Nothing else that I did really came close to topping that. 

Of course I was reunited with my love. How cute is Shasty?? She's so cute. 

MC and I went to Target and tried on every ridiculous pair of glasses that they had. 

It was actually really fun- and really loud. 

 

She was a fan of the cat glasses.

 

These were octagonal- you can't really tell- so we didn't know if they had a hidden meaning. Like stop?

 

Then she shouted, "Cait- these are polarized!" 

Yup.

 

Mine were floral hearts, and hers were weird. 

 

 

She also tried on shoes. Everything about this pose and shoe choice was influenced largely by Elisa's recent visit and strange taste in heels. 

"Third position, Caitlyn!"

 

 And that's pretty much all that we did at Target. I think we each got a Starbucks before heading home. Successful trip, I'd say. 

Speaking of successful, I got "The eye" when I accidentally threw my salad all over the table one evening at dinner. My father politely asked my age and I responded, "I'm taking a picture of this!" 

So yes, I was acting my shoe size on this one. 

But how is a 20 year old supposed to act? I don't care anyway. 

I definitely had to clean that one up. 

We also played outside. For some reason my trunk was open when we went out and Mary Catherine called out, "I slipped!" 

When I turned around, she was happily situated in my trunk. 

Cool.

Also, dearest father added yet another vehicle to our used car lot- MC finally got a car! 

We did take pictures, but I think they're on MC's camera. Maybe, with some reminding, she will post them on facebook or something. 

They were cute. I stuck my head out of the sunroof at one point. 

It was painful, but I did it! 

Mom doesn't know how lucky she is- the garage spot? Seriously mom? 

If it weren't for those darn Harleys parked on the other side, maybe my Orville would get a garage spot too! 

Oh well. I better prepare myself for loads of pine-needles showing up EVERYWHERE (my car, shoes, clothes, etc)

I've successfully passed a good deal of time! No Death of a Salesman reading for this girl! 

Now I just want a free Rita's ice. 

Mango Gelati please Rita! 

Please? Rita? 

Happy first day of Spring!