So here's the skinny..

It's January, I'm bored. It's cold outside, and I just feel blah. Y'know? So here's what I'm going to do to entertain myself and hopefully entertain some of you..

Next week I am posing five celebrity oriented questions. (one per day) Just for fun, and everyone always has an opinion about celebrities, so I figure no one will be at a loss for a comment. At the end of the week I will take every one's comments (you can comment once on each five posts) and pick one winner who will get a special prize to brighten your January. Everyone is welcome and encouraged to play along. (Even if I don't know you.)

I think in these cold, dreary months we need something fun to do. So starting Monday the give-a-way week will start. And Friday night I will reveal who the winner is.

Have a good weekend, and I'll see you back here Monday.

January Schmanuary

January. January. The month of cold, dreary weather. Don't get me wrong. I like the snow. I like seeing it in the valley. It's pretty. But come January is hazy and cold, with little snow. And plenty of frost on the windshields, from the icy winds.

Needless to say, it's not my favorite month. The excitement of the holidays have passed, and now it's just cold, cold, cold. There's not enough sun for my liking and that sometimes puts me in a sour mood.

So to get me out of my grouchy January funk, I am turning to photography. (I was inspired by this cute blog.) At the end of every month I will post a couple pictures that remind me of that month. That way, I can get out there and explore the beautiful things January has to offer. So play along if you like. I always love seeing photography through other's eyes. (above is an example of what December might look like.)

Communication is key..

{I should preface this story with the fact that this was during a special time of month. And I was weepy and cranky.}

A couple nights ago my friend came over to workout with me. After we were finished, Bob had made us a healthy dinner and we were all talking. Well at one point he complimented my friend by saying that she was an excellent communicator. After she left, we had a conversation that went something like this..

(Bob) "Caity, do you want to watch this show with me?"

(Cat) **pouty silent treatment**

(Bob) "Caity, are you giving me the silent treatment?"

(Cat) "No." (still pouting)

(Bob) "Cait, what's wrong?"

(Cat) "You didn't say I was an excellent communicator."

(Bob) "Well that's just implied. You are the best communicator."

(Cat) "Really?"

(Bob) "Yep, and you're pretty."

That Bob, is one smart guy. {And let's all just ignore the fact that the silent treatment might not be the best form of communication.}

Happy Twenty Ten

At first we didn't know what we were going to do for New Years. We thought about the Gallivan Center's party. We thought about renting a movie and just chillaxing. Instead we got to hang out with Bob's brother Mike, and my friend Kristen. And suddenly it became a mini party at Casa Selle.

We started out with some yummy food at Macaroni Grill. Where we saw some very interesting outfit choices. (ie: see-through pants at the table next to us)

Then we headed back to our apartment to play games and ring in the new year. Somewhere in the mix, we all decided we were going to pull an all-nighter. We decided to play a game of Truth or Dare that included dressing up in bizarre clothing, pounding our chests and yelling like Tarzan out on the balcony. (Our neighbors were quite entertained by that one.) Bob slow dancing with the scary yellow doll, Kristen having to dance with no music, and me chugging almost a whole Full Throttle energy drink.

We played a game of Cranium (I was surrounded by cheaters) and then decided to watch Dick Clark. I forgot that I had paused it during the commercial, so we were counting down a minute late. We watched the fireworks from the Gallivan Center on our balcony and thought it was weird they were doing them 45 seconds early. Until finally it dawned on me we were ringing in New Years a bit late. (I know, not real bright.)

We banged on pots and pans, and snapped pictures. Then drove around downtown trying to stay awake. (We split up and did a photo scavenger hunt.)

After a while we got so tired, I'm not even sure what we were doing. But we made it to 5 am, and then we all crashed.

The night was hysterical, and a great way to ring in the new year. The next day I felt like a zombie, and I quickly realized I'm not 19 anymore.

Traditions

Everyone has New Years traditions. In fact it's a holiday that has an abundance. From kissing at midnight, to raising your glasses in a toast at the new year. Fireworks, and banging on pots and pans have always been a favorite at my parents home.

Well after getting married I realized I would have to expand my horizons on the traditions. Add new ones and tweak old ones. Usually Bob and I see eye to eye. But this year when Bob's brother came to visit over New Years I saw how the Selle brothers display their holiday spirit and witnessed their tradition..

After watching the fireworks and banging on pots and pans we sat back and watched the intriguing and might I say barbaric ritual of the spoon slapping.

What? You haven't heard of it? But it's seems so logical to ring in the new year with spoon shaped welts on various places all over your body.

You start with two opponents..

They then take turns hitting each other with plastic and wooden spoons as hard as they can muster until one of them says they want to stop..

And fun is had by all. Or at least that's what they tell me. I passed on this specific tradition this year. I'm just not sure if this is what that guy from the Fiddler on the Roof was singing about.

New Years Madness

For New Years I hung out with these three. I don't remember the last time I laughed that hard. We had dinner, played truth or dare and a variety of other games, rang in New Years a minute late, and pulled an all night-er. I will have the whole story tomorrow. But here's a sneak peak of the truth or dare game..

(Yes, I tipped it on it's side again.. my brain refuses to remember not to.)

Hello 2010, nice to finally meet you.

Banged on pots and pans, and had ourselves a very happy New Year. Hope you did too. See you Monday.

xo, BobCat