First blog post

This is a first for me. I’ve never had a blog before and I’m not even sure where to begin…

I’m hoping to use this blog and Tumblr to take the words that are floating around in my head and get them out there. Because, let’s face it, I’m not one to verbally word vomit all over the place. Writing, I can do. Speaking, not so much.

This space has been dubbed “Blog and Dogs” because my dogs and random dog sightings will be the main topics shared and raved about. I will try to not be political, but in all honesty it may happen at some point because no one should be without a voice and support in these tumultuous times.

A secondary topic on this blog will be book reviews. I love to read. Between the Kindle and Nook apps, as well as good old fashioned paper books, I am happy as a bird with a french fry.

A third topic will be any travels that I may take. But those probably won’t happen often as I am a broke college graduate in the good ol’ U.S. of A and paying out the ass for student loans that I was naive enough to take out for school. Jokes on me, there aren’t enough of those high paying jobs we were told about so we could pay them back and still have a life outside of working…

The final topic will make me sound like a judgmental bitch, but it’s people watching. I love to people watch. I may not be social, but I will sit in a Starbucks with my burnt tasting coffee that I bought using gift cards I was given and watch the general public while making a mental commentary. Only now, it will be permanently etched into the Interwebs via this blog. Who knows, maybe I’ll sneak some pictures when I can.

Peace, joy, and puppy kisses to all.

-Casey

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I forgot I had a blog…

Big changes since the last time I posted on this.

  1. I got married in March. My husband is amazing and I’m grateful to be able to call him my husband.
  2. My parents dog, the dog I grew up with, crossed the rainbow bridge on May 5th.
  3. I decided to post once a week on here, regardless of whether I have anything exciting to write about. Prepare yourself for internet drivel.

Blah Blah Blah… stuff….

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Our wedding

Do yourself a favor and go drink a glass of water, or a smoothie, just drink something to hydrate yourself.

Toodles -> Casey

I met a giraffe

It was amazing.

I’m grateful to be given the opportunity to experience the chance to take a selfie, with a giraffe. I often call myself an awkward giraffe or the equivalent of a cucumber with anxiety.. it just depends on what day of the week it is and if I’ve had enough coffee.

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Selfie’s for daaayyyss

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Feeding some romaine lettuce, which has zero nutritional value, but lots of water.

While I’m not always the biggest supporter of zoos or aquariums, I do understand that there are situations, such as with the giraffes at this particular park, where if they were to be released into the wild they would not survive. It’s depressing that they will remain in captivity for the rest of their lives, but it also gives me joy to know that they are being well taken care of and can bring inspiration to children and adults everywhere.

Peace, love, and awkward giraffe dance moves all day

♥, Casey

Cuffing Season

The Holiday season is upon us and yet again, cuffing season is beginning to kick of.

Cuffing Season: During the Fall and Winter months people who would normally rather be single or promiscuous find themselves along with the rest of the world desiring to be “Cuffed” or tied down by a serious relationship. The cold weather and prolonged indoor activity causes singles to become lonely and desperate to be cuffed.

The reason I bring this lovely (note the sarcastic tone) season to light is because the following meme made me laugh while I was playing on my phone during a conference call at work.

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Full article can be found here.

I would also like to point out that the use of the word “BAE” makes me want to stab someone with a straw. It’s a horrible word that murders the potential of an intelligent conversation.

The reason “cuffing season” irks me is because I actually started talking to my now boyfriend of going on 3 years around the holiday’s. I never expected anything for the holiday’s. I didn’t think it was something short term for the season. A relationship is something that you’re supposed to try to maintain. Unless the other person is an asshole and then you need to cut that shit loose.

Oh and the whole cuddle to keep warm is bullshit. If you’re cold, move somewhere warm. Like Florida, where we don’t have to deal with actual snow but snow birds instead… damn q-tips clogging up the roadways and trying to cross six lanes of traffic at once.

Peace, love, and caramel macchiatos (because fuck your Pumpkin Spice latte).

❤ Casey

Learning from the past

I recently stumbled upon an article which has struck a cord with me… We’re so busy trying to not offend everyone with cultural history that we are forgetting to learn from the past and what occurs when one culture tries to snuff out others. We need to remember to look at our history and learn from it. We must appreciate everything that built our current culture and make improvements without losing the historical roots.

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The Belgian library displays burned books that were salvaged from the fires of both world wars.

Remember to look back and be grateful. Give thanks for what you have. Strive for being a good person, a decent human being. Show love to all living creatures.

Don’t be a dick.

❤ Casey

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Being a Floridian, accustomed to being reminded of hurricane season and to always be prepared (boyscouts sell great popcorn btw). However, it had been thirteen years since a hurricane actually hit the state of Florida… Thirteen years since we’ve had to handle mass power outages, severe property damage, and loss of lives… Hurricane Harvey woke the United States up. We realized we needed to make sure we were better prepared for evacuations and post disaster assistance. Then Irma came…

This bitch… Destroyed the island’s. Has caused mass power outages, flooding, and reminded everyone in the State of Florida that we are lucky.

I live in the Tampa Bay area of Florida. The Gulf Coast of Florida. We were fortunate. We have power. We are safe. The dogs are safe. Not everyone has been so lucky…

I want to take this time to remind everyone who may read this post to please make sure you have a plan.. have your plan to stay safe. Be prepared. And if you’re told to evacuate, fucking leave your house.

❤ Casey

Confessions of a Doormat

Are you consistently the one people go to when they’re asking for something? Do you always say, “yes”? Even if it may have a negative impact on you?

Join the club. We meet twice a week. By twice a week I mean maybe once, and by maybe once I mean we never meet.

I’m not social. Never claimed to be social. I hate public speaking and I want nothing to do with a political career… yet that seems to be exactly what I’m heading towards if I continue on my current employment path.

The amount of public speaking “opportunities” increase. The responsibilities increase. I’m constantly stressed and feel like I can never get ahead work wise.

BUT I NEVER TELL SOMEONE, “NO I CAN’T HELP WITH THAT.”

It’s awful. I hate it. It’s a horrible personality trait to be a doormat.

Yet somehow, being my doormat self has lead me to a path in my life where people are looking to me for answers. They’re asking me how we are going to accomplish something, because people can talk to me. Because they’re not intimidated by the doormat. Because I never tell anyone to go away. I never tell someone that I don’t have time.

I sit. I listen. I give insight from another point of view. We negotiate. Maybe we reach a resolution and maybe the shit hits the fan and I have someone screaming in my face while I put on my resting bitch face and otherwise show no reaction.

A little tip for anyone who screams and rants at someone who is typically considered a doormat or “calm”… We’re not fucking listening. The moment you started raising your voice, we have mentally slipped into what I call the “fuck off, Brenda” zone. It’s the zone where one soccer mom is finally telling another soccer mom to fuck off because she’s being a bitch. It’s amazing. Highly recommend retreating to a space in your mind similar to my “fuck off, Brenda” zone when things get too tense at work or in your personal life.

Regardless of whether I will ever grow a backbone for myself, I will always have my coworkers and my family’s backs.

Just remember… fuck off, Brenda, and don’t touch my fucking lunch which is labelled WITH MY NAME in the office fridge.

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❤ Casey