A lots been happening

I'm just going to do a little bit of documenting here. I think I've been avoiding writing because any admittance of this still stings. After just over a year Shane and I decided we'd be better off friends. I am looking to settle down and for what I need in a long term relationship Shane isn't quite prepared for. Maybe in a few years (I swear give him three and he is going to be ready to go!). It was nice that we mutually agreed upon this. We are still amazing friends and honestly I am feeling closer to him with our new situation.

I've agonized about blogging about this because I feel that religion is a very private decision. Honestly, I love blogging and I know myself well enough that this blog isn't going to be centered around religion ever. However part of me feels like I need to blog about my journey. Anyway.... I recently converted to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day saints...phew! In other words I'm a Mormon. No, I don't think I am going to get the little bloggy button any time soon. I'd love to blog about it more but its late and I'm meeting Shane at the gym at 7am!!! I'm excited and proud and so many things with this decision. That picture up there speaks volumes.

I hope everyone had a great Christmas and if I don't blog before new years a happy one of those!!!

polka dot plots and other pit falls

Whoa! I never blog! I wouldn't even call myself a blogger anymore. Complete disgrace! Partially because I don't know what to write. Also because I do and I don't want to write it. I have recently been more inspired to journal. I have a more private journal hidden away on my computer. But I've even slacked off on that. So much has been going on. The main theme of whats been going on is there is a lot of leaving my comfort zone, decision making, and all around scary stuff (not to be confused with bad things though. At least not completely). I feel like the last few posts I made I looked like I was getting back on a blogging role. Apparently not! There is still so much I am not completely willing to share. A couple main things I haven't even shared with people in my immediate family (not pregnant. not married. not breaking up with Shane).

School is getting closer and closer to being over. By over I mean I will be FINALLY done with the horrible community college system! I have 2/3 weeks left of my first half of stats. That means next semester I will FINALLY be in a transferrable math! I can't believe it. The math itself is not even the hard part. The hard part is not consciously or sub-conciously self sabotaging myself! My aunt recently pointed this out to me. At first I got really upset and my face got hot and I wanted to walk out of the restaurant. Thankfully I'm not a jerk and didn't walk out and forced myself to chill out. I accepted the fact that she was right. Isn't it funny how the truest things are usually the most infuriating to hear?! Or the best decisions are the hardest to make. Life is the pits man. Well, after my math I have two classes left and I'm like the wind baby! Its such a scary thing. I briefly allow myself to be excited and then FREAK OUT WITH ANXIETY!!

Going to church a lot. Its a real new thing to me, sorta. This church is at least. I like it. Actually love it the majority of the time. Its the first time I have felt at home. The first time I have felt un-judged. The first time all this stuff makes sense. I like not feeling like if I miss a Sunday or slip up in some minute way I wont go to hell in a hand basket. Its a huge commitment though. I want to make sure I can make it whole heartedly. My newest shtick is watching all the other people for examples of behavior. But you know, I think its all so personal. Everyone is, shockingly, pretty individualistic here. Thats about as much detail I want to go into. Save it for the personal journal. If any of you out there want to know more you can email me individually (cmee76 AT gmail DOT com).

Shane and I are hanging in there. We are still trying to work out how everything for us works. Having a healthy relationship with nothing to go off of and no skills is nearly impossible I'll tell you. I was taught to bail at the first sign of trouble (or red flags as my mom calls them).  Keeping my bitchy bitch in check is always rough. I am no stranger to saying some pretty nasty things. Shane has issues keeping his priorities lined up. Has a problem saying NO to people (which is why he is currently elbow deep, I assume, in nightmareish electric for a friend). We're rearranging some things to see what works better. He still has a lot of growing up to do and I probably have some growing down to do (sometimes I forget...no...never know...no...am incapable of relaxing....always).

Hopefully I will start doing this more consistently. Hope your Halloweens were awesome and you eat too much delicious food for Thanksgiving!!

<3

You can go with this. Or you can go with that.

I'm so torn up with decision making I don't even know what to do with myself. As a result I haven't written at all. Aside from school and my day to day life the only things that are going on is this one decision I need to rest on. The truly crappy part... I have no one to talk to about it. Uh!

Math is GREAT!
Shane and I are taking it day by day and growing.
I am experiencing some serious burn out at work. But chugging along.
Family is as it always is.

I have noticed lately I am not into anything other than whats listed above. I used to craft and do tons of stuff! I don't know whats happened to me. My life is kinda boring. I'm not "into" anything. My Dads got motorcycle racing, Shane has his band hobby and cars and now motorcycling racing too (Canby,CA here we come!). What are you guys into? SERIOUSLY! I NEED feedback. Maybe some ideas will help me get the ball rolling. Do you lurkers/regz out there play sports, craft, and the like. What are you into?

My Girls

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As I age ever so gracefully new things seem to pop up grabbing my attention. My first grey hairs being one of them (I know I'm 25 and I have like 3 grey's WTM?!). I am slowly starting to become more in tune with my body and mind. I feel I am gaining important wisdom about being a woman that I would even pass on to younger generations. Something that has been popping up more frequently is the fact that I am lacking girlfriends (ya know? friends that are girls...duh!). When I was younger I didn't have a slew of these. I actually hung out with mostly guys. As a result I feel I missed out on a lot of crucial "girl" stuff. I swear it seems I get seriously down in the dumps because I am lacking that female connection you get from having a best girly girl friend. I have had a few that I was semi close to in the past. This I feel also stems off of me being an only child. I really have always wanted an older sister to show me "the ways" of girldom. You'd think having a hairdresser mom and grandma they'd sort of pick up the slack.

So that being said how do you make girlfriends? There's no OkCupid for friends. Are you supposed to walk up to someone and say, "hey your cool lookin. Wanna hang?" Thats just creepy. Even Shane says to me "maybe you'll meet someone at school?" Yeah, most the people around me are 18 or something. Thats also kinda creepy (no offense youngens). I honestly don't know. What I do know is I am dying to have a girlfriend to get girly with. I miss having a girls lunch. Spending a little extra time in front of the mirror playing with make up (I mean I was a make up artist for 5 years and I hardly ever touch the stuff anymore). I am grateful that I have Shane's sister Stevie from time to time. Its actually really neat. We go about once a month and get a pedicure (in this case mani pedi's. It was HEAVEN!).  What are your experiences? How have you met your friends? Basically I am hoping and praying I am not the only girl who has experienced a girlfriend drought. I don't care if your 16 or 25 a girl still needs to be silly and have a slumber party (no boys allowed of course) complete with green face masks, nail polish, and sappy movies!

Uh.

This weekend Shane and I are headed up to the ol' family farm for my step sisters wedding. I would be excited right now except for my dear cat friend Raybeez has some sort of bladder infection. I've had to put a cat down due to an advanced one in the past, and I'm a little scarred. So needless to say I completely LOST IT when Raybeez started acting up! I have so much to do tomorrow before we leave! I canceled my morning bike ride with Jimmy and I hope and pray that I can get Mr. Beez in to the doc early. Sometimes I think my friend Jimmy and I are still friends because we have a few things in common and have been friends for so long. But I feel a little better to know that when I need my big bro Jimmy to come with me to the vet for emotional; support he's there. I've finally convinced myself enough that Raybeez is going to be fine to get some shut eye. I hope part of my freak out was fueled by PMS. I'll be lame and blame most the crying on it... ha! Why not?!

Have a GREAT weekend guys!!!

PS. If you could send warm fuzzes, prayers, thoughts for my Beez we'd be so grateful! I'm sure I am just over reacting.

More to Love

I feel like the shackles are gone! I am free to spread my writing wings and fly! Free at last free at last! I have some many topics I have been holding back on for so many stupid reasons. Which to start hmmm? Whats on my mind this very moment. Something that just right now popped into my head as I scan some recently tagged photos of myself on Facebook is this; I am far too hard on myself when it comes to my weight. Especially with this issue I feel like I want to be some kind of activist and scream from the roof tops. I get so upset when this topic comes up because it always boils down to the same thing. How other people (more specifically mainstream culture) make me feel.

By Russian or Croatian standards I didn't grow up in a Russian/Croatian household. Well math those standards! By MY standards I did. There are some parts that mesh very closely with traditional mind sets. Living in Sacramento you bump into a lot of Russians and the one topic that seemed to be similar hands down was food and weight. This is how it works in, what seems like, most eastern european homes. If you eat too much and get fat, or plump or curvy or whatever you want to call it Baba will say something like this, " oh you've been eating a lot lately?" or some indirect snide remark about being fatter. Or in the case of when I was 18 call you just plain fat. Don't get me wrong, I love her and dismiss this as cultural. Baba wont be the last one to say something if you are looking skinny (this is not typically a good thing in Baba's mind... Following still?). I tell you though, the moment you are looking slimmer (or not, it really doesn't matter) this woman will offer you every speck of food she has in the house. Refusal is NOT an option. You take a lot or a little. Shane can very much vouch for this. Upon first meeting Baba I recall begging him to take something or she would never stop offering.

Thats where it started. Believe that body image is genetic. This Baba tactic was used on my mom and so it was used on me. I can bet you it was used on my Baba and my Dida and all my family. Boys however don't seem to get it as much. As a result of all this negative body image mess I was born (or rather my self loathing was). I can't name a single day in which I  felt good about myself. I have fluctuated weight all my life. Not to mention I didn't have the easiest growing spurts as a youth. No one ever told me to love myself no matter the size of my jeans or what the scale said. I don't think anyone around me knew to say anything like that. So now, as a 25 year old woman, I do nothing but pick myself apart. Every time I look in the mirror, or at a picture, or anything! I try not to focus on scales (I weigh myself maybe three times a year!). I sure as hell try to ignore the number on the clothes I'm trying on. Buy what fits (thats a struggle).

How am I supposed to successfully go into a store, especially since women's sizing is completely inconsistent, and not walk out feeling terrible!? There is a place in me that is screaming, " this is wrong! Size 10, 4, 6, 8 it doesn't matter!!! Like, no LOVE, the body you have. Its OTHER PEOPLE making you feel bad and FAT!" But there is an overwhelming voice thats had years of hold on me saying, " you really need to run more (which is totally true)" "You should watch what you eat more" "your thighs need to be slimmer" "you can't wear that your stomachs not flat enough". I feel like with this outside societal reinforcement telling us, me, that I need to look a certain way its a loosing battle. I'd have to never buy another magazine, never turn on the TV, and never look on the internet. How do you cut yourself off from society?! I don't know about in other states but California is really bad about it. The "California girl" is so perpetuated!

Oh, BTW, my good friend Stephanie got married. Yaaay!

So as I sit here picking my body apart in these pictures I get happy when that little voice creeps in saying "your arms aren't as fat as you think they are. And even so, you look really good in that picture or in that dress. Why are you so hard on yourself?"

A little more real

I haven't been posting on here AT ALL! Its kind of ridiculous. Especially because I have so wanted to write about everything thats going on. Writing for me is so very theraputic. Its helpful to get my thoughts all out of my head so I can see them and work them out. I want to write on here. Part of me is conflicted about this because what I have been going through is something I would consider private. But I love blogging. I feel like the dirty, tough, not to pleasant things in life are so rarely talked about in public. Plus, there are times when I read a blog post that someone else shared that helped me so much with something I may be going through. Case in point Chloe posted a notable one that really touched me.

Things don't always turn out the way you planned them to. You may end up doing something you never EVER could have expected. I found myself sitting in church last Sunday thinking, "I am sitting in this particular church. I can't believe I am here." But its good! Its not easy but when you think about it, who ever said it was going to be? The only person, or being if you will, that knows your lifes plan is God. Its so hard to remember when you are in the middle of a really challenging time that He will never put you in a spot you wont be able to handle and come out of stronger. I've found a home at church but its still such an adjustment period. I was so afraid of judgement and whats most interesting is I never got any judgement from those at church, but from those who are not church members. Part of me wants to talk publicly about my experiences to show that its not all scary. But a larger part of me wants to be Caitlin who happens to go to church not the other way around.

There are two things I clearly remember my Mom telling me as a child. There are a lot of things my parents left out about growing up, but here are two that stuck out. First, don't ever depend on a man. Now I agree with this. Women should not completely rely on their boyfriend, husband whatever. My Mom's mistake is that she didn't ever explain this. So I took her advice literally (what did I expect?! I was a kid). Second, she told me that everything should just work perfectly and everything should click and you shouldn't fight. WOW! Everything about that statement is NOT TRUE! At least from what I have experienced thus far. Shane and I fight. I blow things out of proportion.

I just really want to get back to laying out my thoughts a little more on this blog. I get caught up in trying to make it look pretty and be really happy, but honestly, we all know thats not REAL. So I guess I'd like to try and be a little more real. I love to write. Like I said its really therapeutic for me. Not being concerned about offending someone or saying too much or too little or not being particularly cheery has really stunted my therapy. No longer will I let that happen! Huzzah!!!

Words Wednesday. No pictures for you!

I have like four posts drafted and nothing posted. I have had so much going on the past few months I really don't know where to begin. It really all started spinning out of control after our last trip to Oregon. Not in a bad way. Just in a busy way. This is the first few weekends Shane and I don't have anything planned. Anyway, I've had the urge to just write. Thanks to all these math classes I feel that I have gotten out of touch with my minute flair for writing. The other day I was thinking about how much I loved just writing. Nothing in particular. I am a fabulous rambler actually. However, when I was thinking about writing I did have a certain thought in my head. This probably came up because I was in the kitchen cooking dinner. I struggle with something. I bet a lot of women struggle with this, but maybe not. My struggles can be compared to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Miss Mee (thats my actual last name) and Mrs. Mee-Crocker if you will. Or even likened to the little angel and devil on your shoulder. Except I have a little susie homemaker on one side and a 21st century part-feminist on the other.

One side of me (the most outward side I'd say) is a working gal (not that kind...you know, red lights...no. I mean a lady with a job.). I am anxious to have a career, make a difference in the world, get a BA in something (or even a PhD), pay for stuff I want with hard earned cash. I want to go out with the girls and hang with the guys. I am already very independent. My mom always told me as a kid, "never depend on a man". Words that were a blessing and a curse. I want a voice in my relationship. I don't ever want to be told what to do.

On the other hand part of me loves the idea of staying home once I have kids. I find happiness in having a nicely set table and dinner cooking for my loved ones. If you've seen my Pinterest you'd probably be able to tell how domestic this side is from my "Handy Dandy" board. When I envision my susie homemaker side she isn't so extreme. I'm not the type to go to college for an "Mrs degree" or turn into some poodle skirt wearing Stepford wife. But I take so much pride in decorating my home and being a good baker and cook. I find so much happiness in making something with my hands that make others happy. I find a strength in sharing recipes with my Baba and with other passionate cooks.

The biggest debacle is finding a way to balance these two sides. I am still trying. Sometimes I turn too much into susie and end up burning myself out (ever happen to you?). I also have a tendency to work too hard and immerse myself in school, or what have you, that I get carried away and forget to pay attention to others needs or wants. This is truly an open ended thought here. I have a feeling the answer to this is a constant battle to balance the two. Hopefully when I am done with school and working in my desired career I can pave the way for Susie to take over. Until then... the battle must wage on.

Have any of you suffered from this syndrome? What is your strategy?

A day to Mope

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I've been feeling down lately. Not much really going on in my life. Ever feel stuck? I'm stuck in school until I finish math. I'm stuck with a few other things until certain questions get asked. I have  never been a fan of being stuck. I typically like to be constantly moving in an upward direction. I feel like making some of these would make me feel better. My favorite thing about cooking or baking is knowing that I made something delicious that makes others happy with my own hands. Baker in another life? Maybe.

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Return to Romance

Maybe its because Its been awhile since I've been in a relationship or maybe for some other reason I'm unaware of. I have recently had trouble distinguishing a faulty relationship with reality and practicality taking over a healthy one. I forgot that relationships take constant work and communication. Its especially hard to know how to have a healthy relationship when you've never been exposed to one (thank goodness for my friends help!). So far in the past month I have learned that you can never stop dating your significant other. Its so important to check in and to pay attention to details. Its important to let loose and play a little bit, which is something I've loved so much about Shane and his ability to keep me young. The other night we had a date night. We went to the same mini golf place we had our first date. And he whooped my butt at mini golf....again. The entire time I kept having flash backs of all of my favorite moments with him so far. I had so much fun! I even noticed an improvement in my mini golf skills (despite the loss). Shane is in Santa Barbra right now. His band Plead the Fifth played a show at this pretty big hardcore fest Sound and Fury. I'm sad I couldn't be there to see him play on such a big stage in front of so many people. Thankfully I got to spend some time with my Baba since I stayed behind.

Tomorrow I get off early and plan on getting pedicures with Shane's sister (which I think so so rad we get along!). I hope to do a little something special for the Life's a party deal and in celebration of Shane's show and him coming home. Hopefully that helps to kick off a great week!

Mad Skillz

I have been really busy lately. Today reminded me why I don't work my job full time. 6 hours of autism is the most exhausting thing ever! Not to mention I have completely slacked off with math. Which is partially ok. I decided I would do much better in a classroom setting and signed up with a really great math teacher in the fall. I plan on posting some updates Shane and I have made to the apartment recently and few other random pics. In the mean time check out this vid. I peeped from around the blogosphear. This girl seriously blows my mind! Mad respec (my gangster is lame)....

4th of July Weekend

Shane and I decided to road trip it up to Oregon to visit my Dad. We had so much fun. The weekend was full of motorcycles, planes, BBQ, and I even got to hang out with my little step nephew. We spent a lot of down time just laying about and relaxing. My family is getting ready to have my step sisters wedding on the property. I signed Shane and I up as a spare pair of hands for whatever needed to be done. Which ended up being hand digging a pond! What?! Yup! I was so proud! We even played a family game of croquet. Who'd have known Shane and I would have so much fun! We came home from Oregon a day late, tired and red as lobsters...but happy! I can't wait to go back again. I love spending time with my family in Oregon. There a few more pictures I'd like to post. Unfortunately I am far too lazy and wrapped up in mathing to upload them. So here is what I took on Le Instagram if you haven't seem em.

I am insanely behind in my math; which has stressed me out this week to no end. The apartment is slowly becoming a home. I am really excited. I will post more about that tomorrow. The roommate should be moving out this month and Shane and I will have the place to ourselves finally! I'm looking forward to this weekend. We planned on camping, however, Shane and I are both not fans of camp sites and are searching for something off the beaten path. I don't care what happens this weekend as long as its something fun and relaxing I am stoked! Back to math!

Life's a Party!

I just started following this adorable blog called The Crowley Project. Alycia started this fantastic concept to help get everyone into a more positive mentality called "Life Should be a Party!" I agree! The greatest part is that she is tackling the most dreaded, lamest, no good poo poo day of the week... Monday! I am sitting here right now completely bummed its Monday.

So in an effort to get more positive about the start of the week I am joining in the party!




To start I want to just focus on Mondays. Baby steps people. I have some really great plans for future Monday's in the works. This next Monday is 4th of July! Yaaay! Even better... we will be in Oregon! Perfect time to kick off a weekly party. So head on over to The Crowley Project and link up if you'd like!

Folsom Lake

I am in love! I typically hate swimming in bodies of water in which I can't see through (oceans, rivers, lakes). I had a bad experience with a tiny leech on my toe once. But I wont go too far into that. Folsom lake is heaven! Its clean, there is this amazing lady that sells snow cones and the water is clean and not too cold.

The only change I would have made, and I can't believe I'm going to say this, is I'd have liked the weather to be hotter. We decided to go on a day that it was barely going to hit 90 (which in these neck of the woods is a nice day). If the temps were a little higher the temp of the water would have been PERFECT!

Had these Van's for 7+ years. Take that Toms!

I can't wait to go back! Sadly the weather this week wont be warm enough to go (did I just say sadly?!). I know someday I will be living up in Folsom and someday I'll have a family there. Sitting with Shane and his sister I could just envision that so clear. It made me really excited. Being there also made me realize I should be stocking up on water toys. Noodles and at least an inner tube is a must at this lake. I have a feeling this summer is going to be a great one.

Today Shane and I are going to Yuba City area. My friend is taking her baby swimming for the first time ever! Of course I had to be there to witness it.

Its so much fun to see this little girl grow. My friend Stephanie and I have been friends so long. Its still such a trip she had a baby! I can't wait to see them. I hope you all enjoy your Sunday. Have a great week!

Short and Sweet Friday Favorite

Don't let the numbers deceive you. Its been 100+ or 90 the past week. As someone originally from the SF bay area who is used to 75 degree weather practically year round, I can proudly say, I HATE the heat in Sacramento. I've lived here for 10+ years and have never adjusted. Summer and I are not friends (and after the allergies I suffered in spring I'd say our relationship is also on the rocks). Thankfully I live close to this....

Found via google search. I swear theres more houses around the prison.

Shane, his sister and I are heading there after work to soak up the cool water. I can't wait! I am slightly upset that its ONLY going to be 88. As you can see the temps are going to drop (thank god!). So I guess in an effort to bring back Friday Favorite mine would be Folsom Lake.

This weekend is semi hectic. Saturday morning there is an open house at my friends daughters ballet studio. Shane plays a show on Saturday night in the bay area. Sunday dinner in Folsom with Shane's grandparents (I actually look forward to this, and not just because I don't have to cook!).

I hope you guys have cool relaxing weekends too! Any fun plans?

Weekend Insta-dump (happy first day of Summer!)

I've had a hot, relaxing, delicious food filled, exciting, slightly stressful, ever so hectic weekend.  Friday Shane came home with the most awesome present ever, Sperry's!  He is so sweet and knows I never buy myself anything and have been drooling over these for so long! I wear them every chance I get and boy are the comfy!! Saturday night we went over to Shane's sisters house for dinner at her new place (which is adorable and very chill. She had to kick us out). Sunday was amazing and relaxing. We had dinner in Folsom with Shane's grandparents which we are making a weekly thing. I am also excited that we finally (or I finally) committed to a pair of curtains for the living room.

Currently I am trying to gear up for the week. I hit a wall with math and had quite the tantrum. My friend Jimmy is going to help me this week. I am still feeling down that I wont be finished with this section when I wanted to be. However, the goal is to do the math. Transferring will come later. First I need to get this math out of the way. Staying motivated for myself is probably one of the hardest things I've ever done. I feel the universe is really gesturing for me to stay the course. There will be struggles and hardships, but I can do it. I just need to ask for help. Its 102 today in lovely Sacramento. A great kick off to the first day of summer. All I want to do is swim.

Hope your weekend was fun filled. Good luck beating the heat!

memorial day weekend: On the last day, they motoed.

Monday was a slow to start day. After a weekend of off and on grey skies we were lucky enough to have one really nice day (I even got sun burned)! The day was so nice my Dad had suggested possibly flying (my Dad has his pilots license). We lally gagged too much so we didn't have enough time to fly. Somehow we started getting out some of the motorcycles my Dad has around (the man typically has 13 or so on hand). Now, let me give you a little back story on me and motorcycling.

A few years ago a friend of mine suggested we take her Suzuki 125 out for a spin. Being the daughter of an avid motocross racer who had been racing since he was 13, I said sure! Only thing is my Dad never taught me to ride, let alone shift. Well I was doing just fine scooting around in first gear when I hear my friend holler " take it to second!". I got ballsy and shifted. Well it caught. I flooded the engine and the thing bucked me off the front! I don't really remember what happened after I gassed it. One second I was giving it gas the next I was dazed on the ground.

I now have a dent in my leg where you see the crescent shaped wound. I haven't been on a bike since. Until memorial day weekend. I saw my Dad taking those bikes out and panicked! I thought " what am I supposed to say to my Dad?!" "I can't tell him I am SCARED to ride!!" "I can't NOT ride!" So after a few tries I was off in first gear. I was doing fine! Then the dreaded "Shift Caitlin!" Oh no! Shane pulled up next to me and showed me how to do it a few times on his own bike. Of course I didn't believe him. Then my Dad pulled up to show me. And I did it! From then on riding was a breeze!



I even shifted using the clutch! After hours of "just one more lap" we finally hit the road. Before I met Shane I usually drove to Oregon on my own. I would always drive by the vista points wishing I could take some rad picture but had no one to take it. This time I made a point to stop. It was freeeezing!!!!

I need to work on my jumping face. I look kinda tarded. 

Shane's is waaay better than mine.

We'll be back for 4th of July weekend I'm happy to say. Ideally I'd go up any three day weekend I had. Well, I am glad to have this series over. Now I can get back to regular posting. Already so much to post about! New friends, Cousin's graduation, Shane's new teeth and new hair cut! Math is going well. I am somewhat seeing a faint light at the end of the tunnel. Slumber party on Thursday with cousin. Delicious dinners planned all week. My oh my!

Memorial day weekend: day two

Day two we made the ceremonial trip to the North Umpqua Fish latter. My Dad was telling us how he stopped by there a few days before and saw a ton of fish!

 When we arrived we waited around for a minute and there was not ONE FISH! We did however see a few hopping out of the water while we were walking up the stairs.

Then my Dad had us stop at this random place on the road home so we could check out the river up close. We found a mini trail down to the river and made our descent. Shane and I found a million skipping rocks. I managed to skip two! 

On the way back to the car we noticed A TON OF POISON OAK which we couldn't remember if we touched on the way down. I was pretty nervous the entire drive back to the house that it was on my clothes. Shane is a freak and is immune to poison oak/ivy. Thankfully I don't think any of us touched it. Sunday was the most relaxing day by far....as you can see...

Memorial day weekend: day one

Shane and I have both never been to the Oregon coast. I was super excited when my dad suggested it. There is this theory that if its raining inland then its nice on the coast. We decided to test this theory out...

I'd say the theory was validated...

There were baby seals. I swear the one in this picture was looking right at me! 

SEA ANEMONES!!!! They were so cool! When you poked them (ok, maybe I shouldn't have been poking them) they would curl up. Plus they were this cool green color.

Big giant tree stump. The signs said no climbing on rocks....

I had a bunch of fun. We walked around the downtown area and picked up some crab and cod for dinner. I came home with a TON of awesome driftwood I plan on using for crafts. Not sure what yet.