Helllllloooo internet friend! It’s nice of you to stop by on my little corner of the web.
If you are reading this then there is a strong probability you are either related to me, a friend of mine, someone I used to know in high school or work, an ex-boyfriend (you can leave, unless you are just here to be nice and pine, then you can stay), or someone who randomly googled this site to see if I would really post something every minute (you, literal-ist, can also leave). If you’re super curious about the blog name, check out the About section.
For the few of you who don’t know me already, and are dying to know the lady behind all the sass, I will explain. My name is Caroline and I’m a 30-something recently married lady who took her cat and followed her heart and husband to a town in Nevada that boasts the proud distinction of having a slot machine for every 14 people. Seriously.
Before I became a married lady, I lived in many places and had some fun adventures along the way. Detailing them may take a bit so consider yourself warned.
Trees, oh how I miss them
I grew up in a town east of Portland, Oregon where my adventures mostly involved planning elaborate public pranks, admiring trees and learning to drive in the rain while applying make-up (mascara not recommended). I went to college in Southern California where I met my lifelong best friends and learned that no matter where I lived I would never be tan. I also managed to study abroad in England where I picked up a lifelong love for the word dodgy.
New York Caro, ironically in the part of New York I spent the least amount of time.
After college, I moved to New York City as adventurous and hopeful wee lassies tend to do. I lived there for 6 years and you could say New York City was my first serious boyfriend. I loved everything about living in New York, even when I lived in a bedroom the size of my bed. I often wandered the city out of choice, not just because I couldn’t afford a cab (maybe that’s a lie). But, walking has its good parts–my calves were amazing and I still have a map of the city in my mind. I can close my eyes and navigate to my favorite book store and also, who am I kidding, my favorite bar.
But, as fate would have it, New York and I were destine to break up eventually. I was a single lady living in Brooklyn, happily on my own, even secure enough in my single lady status to get a cat. (Just 1 though, when they start out numbering you, you’re in trouble.) I went back to Southern California for my fathers 50th birthday party (where I was decidedly not looking for someone to date). And, of course, I ended up meeting my husband there. You know how everyone always says, (in the annoyingly condescending way only securely coupled people can), “it will happen when you least expect it.” Well, turns out they are right.
The night I met the Texan, class all the way.
My husband-to-be, a big, tall Texan who I feared was a Republican, strolled up to me at this party (where I had already sang drunken karaoke) and asked me if I liked gravy. If you had told young Caro that would be the line my future husband would use I would have probably rolled my eyes and said yeahhhhh okay. But, as it turns out, unlikely and hilarious questions are just the ticket to get into my heart. We talked all night on my parents patio (so high school of us). I gave him my phone number not really believing he would call (I was a jaded New Yorker at this point). But, after many unexpected phone calls and plane trips, we decided to take the plunge and live in the same time zone. I moved back to LA, a place I left 6 years earlier without so much as a backward glance into the glaring, smog filled sunset.
Happy bride to be
And, it turns out, I learned to love LA and domestic bliss. And, he even learned to love my cat, allergies be damned. And, after a few years of respectable co-habitation wherein we learned that we could handle each others more annoying quirks , we ended up getting engaged. Then he got an excellent job opportunity in a Nevada town where bowling is the favorite past time.
And, I guess I really love this bloke because here I am, single gal from the City turned accidental housewife. This is mostly because, after 6 months of looking, I have determined the job opportunities in this town are limited to casino floor operator and I’m not really qualified for that nor are my lungs up to the cancer challenge.
This blog will be a place where I document the trials and tribulations of domestic life. I’ll share some cooking ideas, some crafting, some books and some of the cool stuff I’m seeing online. And hopefully, dear reader, you’ll enjoy the journey because its gonna be great and not as long winded as this post, promise. Here’s to living every minute!