Extra Exciting Weekend Recap

I am posting this early because I’m so excited, but since most of my readers are on the East Coast, you’ll be in bed and won’t even notice.

Welcome to post-weekend life! As usual, the days flew by, but thankfully it was a good one.

Before I go into the mundane, I cannot start this post in any other way. Look what happened!


You guys!!! That is Sarah Michelle Gellar! Buffy is my favorite show ever and I’ve been a fan for years. She was doing an event with her company, Foodstirs (which for the record, is healthy, features all-natural ingredients, yummy, and Caitlin approved if you are so inclined). As I was waiting for this picture to happen, I kept thinking I should say something poignant, such as, “Thanks for being an inspiration and a kickass woman, both as Buffy and as a innovator of your own company,” but all I said was, “Thank you, I’m such a big fan.”

The whole thing could have gone over a lot worse, so I’ll take it. I also would have liked to imply that one day she would be starring in a show I will write and create, but I didn’t want to push it. We’ll all just have to remember this moment in a few years.

I’ve lived in LA for two and a half weeks now and in that time, I’ve got a job and met my favorite celebrity. I’m accepting these as positive omens and not just a rush job to get me out of here.

And now we’ll go back…

On Friday, I got my butt up for a workout. Shoulders, legs, and core. For whatever reason, even though my legs are obviously stronger, they do not like strength training. The poor things were not happy at 5:50 AM to endure a ton of squats and lunges back to back, but in the end, they felt stronger for it. To top things off, I cycled it out for a few minutes. After work on Friday, I met up with a friend from college for Happy Hour, something we do not have back in Boston. They had a slider with fries option which was really cute so I went with that for my dinner. Back at the apartment, I started watching Kristen Bell’s new show The Good Place, which is adorable.

Saturday morning called for pancakes.


Lunch was a stir fry. I might have gone overboard on the soyaki.


Dinner was pasta and salad.


I don’t think I left my apartment on Saturday. I spent a lot of time watching Arrested Development, which many people have suggested I watch and I just never got around to it. Let’s back track for a moment. I’m certain I have revealed my phobia of Liza Minelli before on the blog, but if not, I’ll regal you now. For many years, that woman stalked me. I don’t mean in the literal sense in that she followed me around (that I know of!), but she’d show up in things like a Baseball Special, SNL, pictures at restaurants, and so many more references I’ve repressed. Since I saw a video of hers in high school drama class, I’ve harbored a fear, and it’s not something I’m proud of, but I’ll point out that she was at least accused of beating up her husband. Back to Saturday, I was mid-binge when this happened:



Destroyed. I’ve been relieved of my Liza curse for years, but she strikes back! I must be on alert.

I was semi-productive in parts of Saturday, reading and writing and whatnot, but mostly, I was completely lazy and I have no shame in that. In my defense, it was raining and cold back in Boston, so my emotions must still be there.

On Sunday, I woke up and had a quick breakfast of eggs and toast. Then it was off to pick up my cousins to head to The Grove. I was going to try and show you my commute from this Snapchat filter the other night:


But then, I was waiting for my cousins and snapped this real picture.


Then at The Grove, this happened.


So basically, that’s all that matters ever. Kidding. But only kind of. I will remind you of my post from the other day when I jokingly complained that instead of meeting any celebrities, including Sarah Michelle Gellar, I saw two guys joking about putting mayonnaise in their coffee. Either I’m psychic or what I put out into the universe comes true, so I’ll test that theory. I’d like a million dollars, thanks much.

After I navigated myself home, I called my friend Bethany and we talked for close to three hours, which seems insane. We didn’t even realize. I was productive throughout the chat: folding laundry, going for a run, food prepping for the week, then making and eating dinner. That’s friendship.

It was only fitting that I wear this shirt out on my run.


But also impractical because cotton does not absorb sweat gracefully.

Monday comes as Monday does, so I finished up some writing, prepped my things for the day, set the alarm for 5:30 AM, and called it a day.

I’m Onto You, Suzanne Summers

I had a dream two nights ago that Suzanne Summers was stalking me, so you better believe I’ve been checking over my shoulder whenever I leave the house. We were cool Ms. Summers, don’t pull a Liza on me.* In the dream, we were participating in a Hunger Games-esque event, except it had nothing to do with death. If I remember correctly, then if Suzanne “tagged” me, then I had to go live outside in nature. This all seemed very plausible in my dream, but now makes no sense at all.

*If you forgot that Liza Minelli stalks me, then lucky you. It’s a thing. I’m sure I’ve written posts about it before. She’s remained stagnant as of late. Let’s not jinx that.

Anyways….is anyone else slightly alarmed that it’s already October 21? I’m sorry, but I thought it was still July of 2012. Time is flying! I better step up my studying because my test date is approaching.

Here are some eats from the past few days we’ve been away from each other.

Scenes from my dad’s birthday dinner Act I. Act II actually doesn’t have a picture, but my family went out and it was fun, happy, and delicious.


A very interesting looking meal with waffles, scrambled eggs with a chicken sausage, and a big bowl of berries. My breakfasts are often big meals because they fuel me for my workouts and because it’s the best meal of the day.


This stir fry was impressive. Steak, zucchini, peppers, mushrooms, and spinach over rice with ginger sesame dressing drizzled on top.


Peanut butter toast can do no wrong.


Grilled tilapia, broccoli, zucchini, peppers, and rotini. Yum!


This morning’s plate of cakes. I can’t get enough of these!


Workouts the past few days included grueling strength training sessions, lap swims, spin classes, long runs (slightly painful thanks to new shoes which I’ll debut tomorrow!), and core workouts that left me with sore abs whenever I sneeze (I sneeze a lot, ouch!).

In other news, I hung out with my family a lot this weekend which is always good for laughs and fun, enjoyed the nice weather with a few walks outside, cleaned and prepared for fall/winter (still more to do, ugh!), worked (it’s a blessing to love what I do), and lost a few years of my life trying to buy Star Wars tickets. For whatever reason, they are starting to premiere the new film BEFORE midnight, so my friend Stephanie and I have our tickets for 11:50. We like to stick to the idea of premiering a  movie at midnight, but in this situation, beggars really can’t be choosers. It is very exciting though and we are now two months away!

I can’t get over this picture:


I also bought another decal for my computer. I like the subtlety of my Harry Potter one that fits right over the apple on the Mac, and I thought I was continuing this trend when I bought this new one. Not so much. It’s huge! I had to cut it.


I think my nerd is showing just a bit.

Also, my coffee mug looks super creepy in that picture and it was unintentional!

Happy Wednesday!

What Has Become Of Me?

What has happened to me in the past two days? Well, yesterday started off great with me going to the gym and being assaulted by an Easter Bunny wannabe who was chilling there for some reason. When I say assaulted I mean that he was there and I saw him and almost dropped the weight in my hand as I fell over in fright. I’m pretty sure he was cracked out on something because he was stumbling walking up the stairs and then fell into the wall. When I say cracked out on something I mean that the person inside probably couldn’t see and was being guided by another person. But I’m pretty sure he was threatening me.

I think now’s a good time to mention that I am deathly afraid of characters dressed up. I tolerate Disney because hello, it’s Disney and I love them, although Goofy stalks me. I’ve gone to Disney a lot in my lifetime, but one of the last time’s I went, my family was having breakfast with the characters which is nervewracking, but there’s good food so I deal with it. I had been crap talking Goofy all trip for reasons I can’t remember, so when Goofy shows up my mom says, “Oh, Goofy, Caitlin loves you.” Then points to me and he comes over and pats my head, almost causing me to choke on my scrambled eggs and tries to hug me, but I shift over in the seat and he thinks I’m so excited that I’m twigging out. Then my mom goes, “Oh Goofy, it’s Caitlin’s birthday!” He gets all excited, leads the entire restaurant in the ‘Happy Birthday’ song, while the little old lady waitress scurries off in some excitement. This is funny because it was in the middle of summer and my birthday is in November. My mom says she has no idea what made her say it, but everyone thought it was hysterical and Goofy could not stop hugging me. When the waitress came back she was all, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!” Then had everyone sing ‘Happy Birthday’ again, gave me a cake that we threw out because hello we just had a buffet, and then gave me a birthday pin. The birthday pin was nice because everyone stops to say “Happy Birthday” and I like attention, but my family had to pry Goofy off of me. When we finally got to the park, we walked into one of the stores and the attendant says, “Oh did you get your birthday call?” My mom says no so I’m ushered over to the phone and she calls something. Wouldn’t you think Mickey would have called? No, it was Goofy! So I hung up and ran out with my family’s taunting laughter behind me. The cool thing was that we stayed in the park for extra hours, so I did get a lot of positive attention.

Back to the Easter Bunny, I’ve had beef with him since childhood. My dad tells me a story of when I was 2 or 3 and he and my aunt and uncle took me and my sister to the mall to see the Easter Bunny. So I walk up all confident, see the creep, turn around screaming and run back down the hallway of the mall, much like the scene in the Wizard of Oz where the Cowardly Lion shoots the shit. I’ve never used that phrase before, but it sounds like it works, so I’m going to keep it. Then there was the time my mom and aunt drove us two hours to see the Berenstein Bears at a bookstore and I refused to get out of the car. Perhaps, this translates to me in front of celebrities now because I’m all cool walking up then I’m all AHHHH in person. I just came to that realization and it makes soooo much sense!

It also seems that Liza Minelli has returned to her stalking ways. You probably think it’s weird that I think Liza Minelli is stalking me, but I assure you she is. I wrote an essay on this shit! Basically, there was a time a few years ago where she would pop up everywhere I went. There was a picture of her in a restaurant I was eating in, above the very table where I sat. She appeared on a special on the MLB network, A BASEBALL NETWORK. She popped up on SNL on an episode that she wasn’t supposed to and just shows up on all of these websites and magazines, so I know she’s after me. Yesterday, I look at the cover of my Entertainment Weekly and I’m so excited because Adele is on the cover so I say to my mom, “ADELE!” Then when I show her, I see an ad for Kathy Griffin’s new show, which I am super stoked for, and I’m like “KATHY!” Then, I open up to the back to look at the bulls-eye thing and there’s Liza. And I had just gotten home from the gym where the bunny had attacked me. Too much, just too much. Anyways, the Liza thing goes all the way back to high school where my teacher just kept playing one of her performances and she had spider eye lashes and huge eyes and was all sporadic and it terrified me. I’m sure Liza Minelli is a very nice woman and I’m just paranoid, but then again didn’t she beat up one of her husbands?

But then I got to see Titanic and dye some Easter eggs with my favorite people in the world, so I guess that makes up for the assaults against me. I love young Leo! And Leo and Kate. Why aren’t they together!?

Also, today I bought these.

Pretty incredible, I know.
Me: “I love you shoes!”
Shoes: “I know.”

I was basically Han Solo’d by my shoes.

Just fyi, we’re ignoring the Red Sox. Maybe the chicken and beer was actually helping Josh Beckett? Not great.
My frustration:

I am watching The Little Mermaid right now. Yay!!