My Life in a Nutshell

This is me. The handsome man next to me is the reason for the smile I have on my face constantly. His name is Tyler.

This is my little bundle of joy, Tucker. He is the cutest dog ever, don't let Ty tell you differently (he's partial to his mammoth collie). Although I love my pup, I am quite sad that he somehow inherited his mother's (my) clumsiness. Example: He was following me up the stairs on Wednesday and on the FIRST step, he tripped over his front paws and did a faceplant into the side of the steps. I gave him an 8 on execution and a 5 on artistry, but he was mainly concerned with looking pathetic so he could have cuddle time with mama. This little boy LOVES to cuddle. He doesn't care if he's 50 lbs. He thinks he has every right to be on me or Ty at any minute in time.
  Proof:

See? Pathetic, I tell you. The white blur getting water is a dalmation named Bo, aka Snaggletooth, and the little thing in the corner is a Jack Russell named Zeva (as in NCIS) aka Miss Priss. Both are Ty's mama's doggies. P.S. that is NOT my messy kitchen!

Tyler and Tucker are not ALL of my life, just most of it. I will not put up any pictures of anything to do with work for privacy reasons, just know that I work for a racing team and it's awesome :)

This is New...Kinda.

One of my recent obsessions is reading various blogs. I figured I would start yet ANOTHER one so I could follow all of my favorite blogging ladies. I've had probably 3 other blogs in the past, but either lost interest or couldn't remember the passwords to them...or...both...haha.

My name is Cate. Well, really it's Catherine Marie...but that is just too long of a name for a girl that BARELY reaches 5 feet. Yup...I'm that short. I blame my mother. I'm also Irish, so some people like to call me little leprechaun. It only bothers me sometimes. I'm 24 years old, and about 10 months into almost completely starting over with my life.It's going pretty well if I do say so myself.

Woah woah woah...lets back up. Completely starting over with my life. I wasn't a tragedy victim or anything like that. It was more of an...emotional re-start. See, the long story short is that I was previously engaged to who I thought was the love of my life. Obviously I was wrong. And before you guys get all "oooh what did the scum do to her?!" let me make one other thing clear. I. Left. Him. It was the scariest/hardest/most exhilarating thing I have done in my entire life. I still feel bad about it just because I hurt him so badly. The full story will have to come later.

xo,

Cate