Thursday, November 14, 2013

Doggie Mayhem

This weeks doings by Sir Dusty Trail include and are not limited to:

1 container of fish food
1 container of turtle food
5 potatoes
about 6 candles
and one awfully guilty face

This is Dusty.
He is only the sweetest dog you will ever meet. His only downfall is the fact he is just a little to smart for his own good. He has become a huge part of my life over the last few months. Rescued from streets of South Jordan, this doggie came into my heart. He is truly my child, I even wiped his ass this morning. The adventures of this Dusty Dog are never ending. Me and my roommates want to strap a GoPro to this pouch and let him go crazy. He's smile makes it hard to stay mad at him, but... I still can. The mayhem this dog creates is unfathomable some days.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Oh the stories to tell...

Have you ever wondered what it might be like to live completely carefree and wild? I had the chance to see a glimpse into the wild side this weekend. A simple trip to Moab turned into quite an adventure. Me and my boyfriend invited one of our friend Garrett and he brought two of his friends and a dog. We all had excited butterflies for the beautiful voyage.

Garrett and his friends are the definitions of dirty hippies. We loaded my small PT Cruiser with the five of us and a pittbull lab and we started our 7 hour trip to southern Utah. I can't even explain the whole adventure we shared but it is one I won't soon forget.

I won't try to explain the trip step by step, but as soon as we got into the Moab area everyone started to get restless. All I knew at this point was those boys stunk, fish of some sort had been spilled in my car, and I didn't care. I was ready for an adventure. We jumped out of the car and ran up the side of the nearest hill where kids were sliding down the red sand on cardboard boxes. White trash or paradise? I wasn't sure.







 We all piled back into the PT and headed to our campsite for the night. We decided to camp on the most beautiful place I have ever seen. Rick and Garrett had camped there over the summer when they worked there. It was BLM land overlooking all of Cayonlands. It is called Needles Overlook and needless to say it was breathtaking. Pictures don't even start to show you how beautiful it really was. The rest of the night was full of laughter, sightseeing, star gazing, and wine drinking.

 The adventure continued throughout the next day of Moab gift shops and Tyler's dog humping just about anything or anyone. I was sadly it's main target though. Once our feet were tired and our day almost done, we got back in the car and headed to our new camping site. It was out in the middle of the dessert, but me and Rick never got there. My car experienced a flat tire. (PT cruisers aren't the best for off roadin') After a few tears and "why mes," me and Rick left our hippie kids and headed back to town on a spare. But surprisingly enough there are no tire shops open on Sunday in Utah. Surprise, Surprise. We needed up sleeping in some dive of a campsite next to some loud teenagers and camping families. In the end we ended up driving to Price on my spare, picking up our hippies in the dessert, and having a story to tell.




Thursday, September 20, 2012

Uncertain Unautrals

As I sit, drinking my coffee and finishing up some assignments this morning I got a call from my mother. (Before I go much further I must explain how similar me and my mother are) I am simply the current day 20 year old version of her.

Anyways, so she started our phone conversation with "So Aunt Joe might be short for this world." My great aunt has been living in a nursing home ever since I can remember. The fact that my mom said this though in almost a upbeat tone unsettled me.

She continued to tell me that she had been acting "odd." She had been talking to someone and talking about her son Tony more than usual. No one understood what was happening with her. Aunt Joe even clammed that whenever she was in bed someone was pushing her feet over like someone was sitting on the end of the bed. While everyone thought she was going crazy, my mom knew that Tony was visiting her. Uncle Tony had passed away when I was only a little girl but my family clams he's a very active spirit.

My mom continued to tell me what was happening with his spirit. She was telling a close friend at work about this unusual situation. Right after she ended her story, a chair four away from her pushed itself out. Her and her friend stared at the chair and than back at each other. "Did you see that?" And as soon as her friend, Lori answered yes, her necklace fell off clashing to the table.

As my mom was telling me this story, chills engulfed my entire body.
Yes...yes I believe in spirits & especially family members.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Just "Me"

So...hello, I'm Caitlyn Lewis or for all media purposes I'm Caity Lew! I wanted to start by telling a little about myself. But just in trying to find a picture that "defines" me better than words could, I realized I'm a very hard person to explain. I definitely have a few consistences though. If you know me at all you know that I love people. I am always willing to met new people no matter from what walk of life they come from. My closest friends always give me shit for "loving" everyone. I could go on to tell you that I'm in this club, or from here or there, but I won't. Just like when I met people, I like to get to know them slowly and more in depth. I want to leave my first blog brief... but not boxers. ;) Oh yeah and I think I'm funny... I'm not really and I'll faced that truth. :) Thanks for reading, I'm off to make cookie dough! My flag football team just won, ok...dominated so that is my excuse to eat COOKIES!

& by the way, this is the picture I chose to show to you that kinda..."describes" me. No one picture can truly decribe someone though, but I chose this because I love to smile. Wiping the simile off my face is a hard task to do.

Thanks for reading!

-Love Caity Lew