Witch Fingers

Okay, I totally forgot to post the recipe for the witch fingers I had put on my blog previously. The problem is, that we moved everything over to our apartment last night, and now I have no clue where to look for my recipes! So I found this recipe that looks really simple..

Witches' Fingers

1 cup peanut butter

1/2 cup sugar

1 egg

Almonds

Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
In medium bowl, mix together peanut butter, sugar and egg. Shape dough into "fingers" (about 5/8 inch in diameter) and place on a cookie sheet. Make indentations for knuckles with edge of spoon.

Place almonds at the end of each finger. Press down to form nail. Bake in preheated oven 12 minutes or until set. Cool before removing from cookie sheet. Makes 18 to 20 fingers.

You can also take red food coloring and put it at the base of the nail bed. Sorry this is so late! Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

The Battle of the Pink Tree

battle:

1.

a. An encounter between opposing forces

b. Armed fighting; combat: wounded in battle.

The opposing forces:
The battle:

Caitlin's arguments..

It's one of the tree's we had at our reception (our colors were brown and pink) It has significance and whenever I look at it, I think of our wedding day. Plus it's cute!

Robert's arguments..

We don't live in a chick's apartment. It's not manly.

For the last two years we have had this tree in our apartment and I have never heard the end of it. Now that we are moving, Bob insists there is no room for it. Which I think translates to.. finally! a chance to get rid of that tree.

It's going to be a bloody day on the battlefield..

Sentimental

Am sitting, taping up boxes, stacking and storing memories, and treasures away. Piling all of the dusty books I have accumulated into cardboard boxes and sniffling. Yes, I have been weeping. There is something about leaving a "first". This apartment was our first apartment being a married couple. It has seen us through many firsts. Has harbored us through many laughs, and tears. There are many things that I will miss about our little apartment on South Temple. The memories mostly..

-all of the fun get togethers..birthday and Christmas parties, book clubs, friends staying over until the wee hours of the morning. truth or dare games, long talks.

-bob proposing on the roof

-sneaking out on the fire escape to read or talk on the phone with friends (better reception out there)

-our mini leprechaun doors (as Finn calls them)

-THE VIEW! Sitting by the large front window and watching the Mason's bustling in and out of the temple. The passerbys..seeing the fireworks in the city..watching President Hinckley's funeral concession from our window.

-Watching the snow fall.

-The laser pointers provided by Jon.

-Watching movies on our wall with the projector.

Am packing up old mixed tapes, tape players and mission tapes. Yearbooks, concert tickets and old notes passed in middle school. This was where Bob first told me he loved me. It was where we spent our first Valentines Day. (We spread out an indoor picnic on the hardwood floors in the front room. comfortable? no. romantic? you bet.)

Bob has been so good to let me mourn over our little apartment no matter how silly it is. But he gave me a good reminder. We will always have the memories, and the good times will follow us to the new place. We will continue to make more memories there. We get the keys today, let the new memories begin..

yummy tuesday

do i hate tuesday's?

yes.

do i love donuts?

oh yes.

do i love my dad for bringing me in donuts and diet coke on a tuesday?

of course yes.

did this make my tuesday better?

yes, yep, and uh huh.

*even enough to share? how thoughtful..thanks dad!

slight change..

it was bugging me that my blog address and title didn't match.. so basically my blog is simply caitlin.. you may see me fiddling around with the header until i find something i like, and then it will become permanent.. just fyi.

Fall Weekend

Friday the hub and I went to Macaroni Grill. Colored on the paper tablecloth with our crayons, ate yummy food and bumped into Brennie. I tried to take one measly picture and this is Bob's lovely smile for it..

You can see that Bob has now turned into a mountain man. He figures since he is in school full time with no job, he can justify growing out his hair and beard, I think it's funny.

Saturday was Aubrie's bridal shower, and I totally spaced taking any pictures. Boo! After the shower it was off to Ikea with Eric. I found darling Christmas wrapping paper, and Eric? Well he purchased one glass, and looked sort of silly carrying it around. Bob met us at Red Robin and we had one of our famous (well famous to us) How I Met Your Red Robin nights. Which really is just us going to Red Robin and then following it up by watching How I Met Your Mother. Then somehow I was talked into watching Deep Impact while we ate our yummy festive sour cream apple pie.

Sunday it was off to the parents to do some laundry and on my way out I even stopped to enjoy the pretty sunset and fall leaves..

My mom made me one of my all time favorite desserts. Peach Buckle (Imagine heaven in your mouth, then add peaches.) While we ate, we played domino's, and by the time my laundry was finished I was far too tired to go home, so it turned into an impromptu sleep over. Which is always fun.. my mom even woke up with me this morning and packed me a little lunch for work.. diet coke included. She wins best mom award.

Why do weekends always whiz by so fast?!

Happy (as a clam)

Do you ever catch moments? Last night Bob and I went pants shopping for him and stumbled across a great sale. So we splurged a little and got us a couple of winter items. I got this cute scarf for half off..

and Robert got this warm (and super soft) hoodie..

Anyway, back to the moment. We had worked up an appetite with all that shopping, and even though it was almost nine, we decided to grab some take out and drive back to our apartment. There was an old Postal Service song playing and we drove back to our apartment laughing.

As we walked into our little South Temple apartment, punching our door code, holding our purchases, and greasy take out with a perfect cool (but not too cold) night. I glanced over at Bob and we laughed about something silly and I caught a moment. I was utterly happy. I knew that one day when we had kids and grand kids, I would look back and think of the fun times we had when we were newly married and living downtown with affection.

Then we went up and sat on our bed (since we now don't have any tables to eat on!) and ate our takeout, watched t.v and laughed. I realized last night that I have been doing too much worrying about the move, about responsibilities, and thinking too much about the future instead of enjoying the moment I'm in. These moments are going to disappear and I want to enjoy every single one of them before they do.

So that is my new goal, to enjoy the moments I'm in.

Crazy Little Thing Called Love.

This is the shirt I'm wearing today. Now if you don't know much about tennis, you might not understand that if you haven't scored any points in a game, they call it LOVE, so you can see my shirt is a little play on words. Because in tennis love means nothing. (no points)

Some people don't get it. I will be talking to someone and they will be staring at my chest, trying to figure out what in the heck my shirt means. (I am giving them the benefit of the doubt.)

So when I went to the gas station one person in particular couldn't grasp the shirts concept no matter how hard I tried to explain. I had just taken my diet coke up to the counter to be rung up and the cashier man, who had a thick Indian accent (I am trying my hardest not to compare him with a certain Simpson's Character)

Oops, couldn't help it. This is how the conversation went..

Cashier: "You know, love means something."

Me: blank stare. (not understanding why he was bringing up the complex subject of love with a complete stranger)

Cashier: (staring at my chest) "Your shirt, doesn't make sense, love means something."

Me: light bulb flashing over my head. "Oh, not in tennis though."

Cashier: "Oh, you're in love with a tennis player?" "He broke your heart?"

Me: "No, in tennis if you don't score it means nothing and they call it love."

Cashier: (winking and raising an eyebrow) "Oh I see, you scored with a tennis player."

Me: wondering how this short trip to the gas station had taken such a bizarre turn, mumbled "Have a good day!"

Leaving the man at the counter puzzled and probably interested in taking up tennis.

Sick Day

It's no secret I loathe Tuesday's. But today it's a million times worse because my nose has the sniffles, my throat is torturing me, and my whole body is screaming with body aches. So I am being blog lazy today and thought I would share some posts that made me happy recently..

-Eric put some things On Notice!
-Elle Belle was born! And has the biggest Brown Eyes.
-Realized I am not nearly as creative as Heather and Bonnie's family!
-Picked me up one of these and can't wait to see it.
-Two words..Dress up
-Cherise said the nicest thing. (so did Kim, but her blog is on private, so I can't link you to it)

Hope to be feeling back to my normal self tomorrow.

Weekend Highlights..

-Girls night with Lindsey. Strolled some galleries, talked, and ate yummy food at the Tin Angel.

-Spent time with my parents, played dominoes, and tried smoked salmon for the first time.

-Started moving stuff out of our apartment. Said goodbye to my lovely round table and chairs. (my parents are nice enough to help us store it until we have room)

-Hung up the "gay pride" birthday balloons.

-Spent some much needed time with the hub.

-Even watched a little Felicity while folding laundry.

Enjoyed the weekend, but woke up this morning with a really bad sore throat, and am feeling a cold coming on. Happy Monday indeed.

Meet my two biggest fans..

I can't help but feel talented, funny, special, and loved by these two. Hope they realize that I thank my lucky stars every day for them.

If these walls could talk..

One of the saddest parts about moving for me is taking down all of our pictures and art from the walls. I know we get to take them with us and hang them in our new home, but there is something about walking into my house and seeing our three photographs Stanna so nicely gifted us.

If you were to look to the left you would see the photographs Jason Christensen was sweet enough to send our way.

To walk down the hall and into the kitchen to see my Robert Doisneau hanging dutifully over our stove.

To wake up every morning and see the streets of New York over our heads. Or to walk past the burst of red from the two panels Bob and I painted together.

To get ready in the mornings, step out of my shower and see my silly colorful Ikea ducks.

I will have to find new places to hang my beloved art. It's a smaller place, so I hope I can find a spot for everything. Maybe I'm being silly, but I don't want to take it all down! So I took pictures so I could remember it all. Thought I would share my walls with you. (p.s. I would love to see what's hanging in your house, play along if you'd like.)

Shoplifter's never prosper..

I thwarted a shoplifter. Yes, that's right I saw a girl stuffing the goods into her pockets and I went right up to her and did one of those cool spin kicks and hit her in the stomach, causing her to fall to the ground and everything came spilling out of her pockets. Then I noticed I was surrounded by strangers who were clapping for my good deed.

Okay, so it might not have happened exactly that way..

I was waiting in line at a grocery store trying to buy pumpkins and there was a girl in front of me trying to buy a tube of lipstick. She wouldn't move forward so I could put the heavy pumpkins on the conveyor belt thing, so I was getting a little mad and may have wanted to kick her. When it's her turn to check out, some brand new makeup comes spilling out of her pocket. She didn't make a move to grab it (obviously not wanting to get caught) So I picked it up and very loudly said "Hey, I think you dropped this." She got super flustered and said "Oh thanks." Then she tries to keep holding it and not pay for it. (Which I felt was a creative and equally bizarre tactic.)

The girl checking her out was fuming and told her she was going to have to ring that up. Then went over to get her manager. Busted.

Yeah, that's right I'm a crime fighter. (On the way out I chucked one of my pumpkins at her... okay the pumpkin thing didn't happen, but it would have in the movies.)

Love this time of year!

Am listening to the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack. It's making me excited for Halloween! I mean what other holiday can you hang out at a party with a nun, a witch, a cat and well a "thing"?

Interesting discovery #1

So as you know, we are packing up our apartment for the move. I must say it's been rather entertaining to find things that (A) I didn't know I had to begin with (B) Things I had completely forgotten about and (C) Things I have a strange affection for, and can't bear to part with.

I may decide to make this a temporary thing to post on if I keep finding ridiculous things like I did last night. Let me explain.. I was cleaning out our fridge and found this..

Doesn't look that strange right? Well I pulled it out and realized that someone had given this to us as part of a wedding gift. Yes, yes I have had it in my fridge for over two years. I am sure we would have used it had we noticed it.

So I decided it's like a fine wine that only gets better with age. If anyone wants to come over to my apartment, I can make you an ice cream sundae with some refined topping.

Didn't think I would ever have to watch High School Musical..

When your weekend includes..

- Coloring on pumpkins

- Making masks out of paper plates and plotting ways to scare people with them

- Watching High School Musical

- Having a sleepover where you blow up an air mattress to sleep on and everyone stays up laughing until one in the morning

- Eating endless junk food

- Rocking out to Disney music in the car

You must be hanging out with kids.

This weekend Jackson, Finn, and Sophia came to have a sleep over.

We had so much fun hanging out with these very entertaining kids.

Aubrie and Greg

Last night I shot Aubrie and Greg's engagements. It was freezing, but fun. You can't help but laugh when you are around the two of them. I love that they are both goofy and not afraid to have fun.

My loving husband

Sometimes when I get bored in the car, I pull out the camera. Needless to say Bob gets annoyed and calls me the paparazzi. Here is the typical sequence..

1. slightly annoyed

2. annoyed

3. slightly past annoyed

We both have this funny and slightly sadistic thing in our marriage where we try to annoy each other to get the funny outcome and overall entertain ourselves. Does this mean we need marriage counselling? I don't think so, we are having fun.

just kidding, just kidding..

Click here to see just one of the reasons I love Kristen Wiig from SNL. Her Judy and Penelope characters have me in stitches every time. (If you have seen Ghost Town, she was the doctor that gets the spray tan.)