Sorry I’m Such a Tease…

Ok, so I had good intentions in, say, March, when I wrote all about how I was coming back to my blog.  Hopefully, I’ll stick to it this time. After all, I have no social life anymore, (Did I ever?) so I really shouldn’t have much of an excuse. Regardless, over a year of crazy happenings in the life of Kaitlin have left me with plenty to write about.

Forever Alone Meme

Or a few months…

I’m in a completely different place than I was at the time I wrote my last regular post. Literally. To begin with, I’m across the state (still in North Dakota, unfortunately) sitting on a bed covered with teddy bears and unicorns in my room….in my parents’ home. In Williston, ND. (You know, Wild Wild Williston? It’s even wilder. And Willistonier.)

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That’s my unicorn. I also have its baby now, too. Maybe I shouldn’t have admitted that…..

That may sound like I’ve become a total failure on the surface, but hopefully I’m not. At least, I try to tell myself that. You can’t really go anywhere but up when you come out of college bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with your shiny, new several-thousand-dollar piece of paper and find yourself working at the local Olive Garden. I will never be able to hear the words “Unlimited Soup and Salad” again without cringing. (Fun fact: I worked at the Olive Garden Marilyn Hagerty went to when her review of the restaurant went viral. In college, I also worked at the newspaper Marilyn writes for and had her as a guest speaker in a ton of my classes. But the whole story about all that and my time at the ol’ OG is for another post. Or seven.)

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That’s me. Looking fresh as ever.

Anyway, I’m banking in on the cash cow that is Williston, ND, while I can. Yes, Wal-Mart’s starting wage really is $17.00 an hour. McDonald’s will get you $15 an hour starting. So, this is a great place to work at a law firm, getting some experience while saving for law school. (Yep, I got in! And I’d be there right now if I hadn’t been offered a rather significant scholarship to defer my enrollment a year. You know, because too many people accepted their offer of admission and they need to make themselves look uber competitive for the US News & World Reports Rankings. It’s all a big conspiracy. But, I digress.)

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Woot!

Living at home and banking money also has its perks for saving for a house, the big move across the country in a few months, and the WEDDING which will follow shortly after! Yes, in a little over 8 months, my blog title will no longer be a catchy little spin on my last name, but it’s a small price to pay for the lifetime of awesome I’m getting. Especially since Chris and I have been, and will continue to be, living across the state from each other until we make the move. It sucks, but at least I can get away with not shaving my legs very often. (Gotta always look on the bright side.)

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I was distracted by something shiny and didn’t see the random bowl of popcorn on the floor…It was Chris’s house, don’t ask why it’s there.

So, now that I’ve unnecessarily updated you, dear reader whom I probably don’t know on a personal level, on the biggest intimate details of the last year, I think I can successfully move on and begin blogging like I used to. Maybe not every day, but at least regularly. My original plan, in March, was to just let all my big new changes come out as they needed to in the process of writing different posts, in an attempt to not give off so much of my personal life. But I think that idea was a little too daunting. I guess it seems like I need to let people know where I am in life to make my posts relevant. Even though anyone who might still be interested in my blog probably stopped reading about my ridiculous personal blatherings after the first paragraph.

Anyway, yay for blogging again 🙂 I hope to see you around.

(P.S. I also got an adorable kitten. I’m obsessed with her. And she’s the one who loves the unicorns on my bed, I swear.)

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Yes, she is laying on a placemat. I may have been a crazy cat lady when I lived alone…

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My Fifteen Minutes of Freshly Pressed Fame

So, as you probably know, I was featured on Freshly Pressed today, and I’ve pretty much been on cloud nine all day. I honestly never thought it would happen to me. Each day, as I signed in to blog, I gleaned wistfully through the day’s elite Freshly Pressed…-ers? (I don’t know what else to call them!) “These are the beautiful people,” I thought. “If I could ever reach that level, my life at the moment would be complete.”

Note the awesome Paint skills

I guess just this weekend, I’d expressed that thought to Chris while struggling to come up with something to write. In fact, last night he made a comment to me about making a few guest appearances in my texting post. I blushed a little, remembering that I’d exposed our little text arguments to the public. I never would have guessed it’d be the Freshly Pressed public. (P.S. Chris and I were talking over ice cream in celebration today and I’d like to announce that in no way do we have a dysfunctional Amber and Gary relationship. Just to clarify, since I only included argument texts in my post. Nice or mushy texts didn’t pertain to the subject. Plus, who wants to read that? Puke.)

Honestly, today had all the makings of being a crappy day. I turned on the water for a shower so it could heat up while I was brushing my teeth, only to find that I’d left my shower head at the perfect angle to spew out the back of the shower curtain and flood the entire bathroom with half an inch of water. I left for work (late, of course) to find my road had been blocked off due to road construction, so I had to take 37 detours behind a driver who refused to go above 15 miles per hour. (Rush hour traffic in Grand Forks, ND — I tell ya.)

This is usually our traffic. Minus the snow in July, at least -- We only have that nine months out of the year.

Things were okay once I got to work at my on-campus job. I’m basically an office assistant and a go-fer, so my job isn’t that difficult. But I did have to make a delivery to a really unpleasant location on campus. It’s not far from my place of work, but I have to do some “off-roading” to get there, and I can’t take my car.

On my way, I checked my phone to make the crappy walk go faster. I found that I had a surprising number of e-mails. I went to my Gmail app to find that the entire visible list was full of e-mails requesting moderation for comments on my blog. “Oh crap,” I thought. “Something bad happened. I have a ton of spammers. What wrong hands did my blog get into?”

Ahhhhh!

So, my attempt to make the walk better only made it more agonizing, since I couldn’t wait to park my butt in front of the computer and figure out what the heck was going on with my blog. I didn’t think there was any way I could have that much legit traffic. I’ll admit — The idea of being Freshly Pressed came to my mind once, and I made myself stop thinking about it because I knew I’d only disappoint myself.

As soon as I got back to my desk, I rushed through the excruciatingly slow process of logging back in to my computer. (I thought a fingerprint reader would be a cool security feature when coming to college — I now find it an unnecessary nuisance. Shoulda picked the webcam option.)

As soon as I saw my blog in a Freshly Pressed square, I seriously, like, simultaneously peed my pants, had a mini ecstatic freak out, and had an out-of-body experience. Greatest. Day. Ever.

So happy like this kitty.

But as the day went on, I started to wonder how people get picked to be Freshly Pressed. I thought it was all based on views and, while I love my solid little following, I didn’t have the views to justify that kind of fame. I thought there was no way some person could be in charge of scanning all the WordPress blogs trying to find cool stuff to feature, but it looks like there is. Her name is Joy Victory, and I firmly believe she has the greatest job in the world. I’m sure it would get tough at times. But, hey, Joy? If you ever need an apprentice, keep me in mind! Also, thank you for making my…well, I’m sure the high from being Freshly Pressed will last quite a while. 🙂

After a little research, I found this post by Joy Victory that’s very informative about exactly how WordPress makes their decisions on what goes in the Freshly Pressed spots. They basically say they look for unique posts with no naughty parts, visual aids, proper tagging, good grammar and punctuation (Woo hoo!), and a good headline.

All in all, if you’re reading this because you found me on Freshly Pressed, I’m so grateful you liked my posts enough to stay along for the ride! I promise to keep up the good posts as best I can, even when I get a little bogged down. If you were a previous reader, you know I love you and appreciate your support! I’m loving my brief blogging almost “celebrity” status — The only problem I foresee is how sad Freshly Pressed will make my stats look from now on. Stats are always fun to keep up on, but my approximate daily 200 views has been dwarfed by today, as you can see.

It's a simultaneous "Yay!" and "Mwa mwa mwaaaa."

Since UND is known for their aviation program, I’m pretty familiar with Leonardo da Vinci’s quote, “Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.” My spin on that is now, “Once you have been Freshly Pressed, you will forever blog with a witty tone and an interesting topic, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.