58 posts tagged “cupcate”

The fantastic and amazing Charlotta Hedman recently interviewed me, along with two other fabulous women, for a big newspaper in Sweden.

Sophie Cox from Worldeka.com, Zuzanna Pasierbinska from Huddle.net and I are all quoted saying incredibly interesting things about women in technology in the article. Unfortunately, I'm just assuming this is the truth as I cannot read a single word of it.

It is, after all, in Swedish.

However, it sure looks cool, and I had a great time talking with Charlotta and having my photo taken whilst dodging the Killer Pigeons in Soho Square.

(Plus, she bought me tea in one of my favorite cafés in London.)

Be sure to check out Charlotta's personal website with the coolest URL ever - onthetrain.com - follow her on Twitter - @fjoms - and read her fantastic stories on BitchBuzz. Yes, I nabbed her as a writer. Yes, you should be jealous.

Also, if you know Swedish, hit me up! I have a PDF I'd like you to translate.

Yesterday, this little marriage I'm in turned two years old.

Awwwww!

It's true! It's starting to walk and grow teeth and everything. Bless!

To celebrate this most glorious occasion, Iain and I went ice skating at Hampton Court Palace. (With approximately 454 other families.)

We've never really been a cheesy, "do what yer 'sposed-ta" couple, so sleeping in, grabbing a Starbucks and then driving over to a palace to do an hour of ice skating was the perfect day for us.

This was taken right before an Ice Marshal came over and told us to put our phones and cameras away. OooOoOo! Scary ICE MARSHAL! Your authority frightens me!

I actually surprised myself at how well I skated, considering I have not thrown myself on the ice whilst wearing tiny blades for about a decade. I wasn't doing triple sow cows or anything, but I didn't fall. Not once.

Iain did alright. He maaaaay have been wizzing in and out of families and adults and, you know, not falling and generally going faster than anyone else on the rink - but let's focus on the fact that I didn't fall and that I looked nice.

Seeing as the Ice Marshal completely scared us with his authoritative manner of skating, and - you know - marshalling the ice, we couldn't take any photos of us TOGETHER whilst skating, so we had to opt for taking Myspace-style photos off the ice.

They turned out like this.

Which looks frighteningly like this:

Out of focus? Check. Blurry? Check. Nighttime? Check. Glowing building behind us? Checkity check check.

Also, you'll be pleased to know that in two years of marriage I have been wearing the same ear muffs that I bought on our "honeymoon" in Brighton:

Then...

Now...

Nice? I'm glad that I care enough to update my wardrobe and accessories enough to try and keep things *exciting*.

Instead of going out to dinner, we decided to have a cozy night in.

Iain made Toad in the Hole....

The stellar camera on Iain's Blackberry Bold makes this look like a giant ham, but it's not. And it was freaking amazing, as well.

I baked a Lemon Drizzle Cake....

And then we sat around stuffing our faces, watching Batman Begins (all the while going, "Why the hell didn't we ask for Dark Knight for Christmas!?") and sucking down Asti Martini.

...Which I now call Astin Martin, totally on accident. I think I definitely watch too much Top Gear.

I really did mean to give you an update on what I think about marriage...but I'm too tired and grumpy for that. I believe tomorrow we're getting up early to go to the gym, so I best wrap this up.

I may not be dieting all that hard, but we are working out. And technically, an hour's worth of brisk ice skating is difficult on the ass, and therefore exercise.

Anyway....

It doesn't feel like we've been married for 2 years. It still feels like a strange mixture of everything we've been through and done feeling like it was yesterday...and yet a thousand years ago at the same time.

And we're happy. And we still like each other. Sometimes we even hold hands and go to second base.

I'm not sure what else a girl could ask for.

 

Happy Halloween Everybody!!!

I'm in the middle of making Kraft Macaroni & Cheese, Aunt Jemima Cornbread and have a A&W Rootbeer chillin' in the fridge - but I just wanted to share this all with you.

This is me. Probably in 1988 or 1989, as a cheerleader for Halloween. The 'C' stands for, of course, Caitlin.

It's ironic to me that I wanted to be a cheerleader. Oh how things have changed.

Also, you'll be hearing a lot more from me in November as I have pledged to be apart of National Blog Posting Month!

Why not watch me blabber away about Noel Gallagher's Top Ten Bands OF ALL TIME and why he said that "no female artists" were allowed on Sky News tonight?

The show is Sky.com News. If you remember I was on there about a year ago...and, well, it was sort of awkward.

And I didn't know what I was talking about, and I didn't have time to do my hair or makeup and had to dash-out of work to find a better shirt to wear.

OH! And they didn't tell me which camera to look into and I was flustered and scared of BEING ON LIVE TV.

Now at least I sort of know what I'm talking about, have had 4 hours notice and think I might even wash my hair.

If you'd like to watch me, I should me on about 7:45 on Sky News.

Or, I think you can watch me online here or maybe here. I'm not sure if they've changed it since last time I was on.

OK. Off to go stare at my closet in a fit of panic...

**Update** So! It went OK. Better than last time...except they fucked up TWICE and said I was from "buzzbitch.com". Oh and I referred to Noel Gallagher as NOAH Gallagher! LOL Oops. Whatever. It went pretty well, I think my hair looked better than last time...

On this very day, exactly two years ago, I started this blog.

And, I have to say, aside from marrying Iain and moving over to London, joining VOX and creating CupCate.com was the best decision I have ever made.

Without this blog, and without supportive, fabulous, good looking neighbors and readers like you - I don't know where I'd be.

Thank you so much for all of your support and for continuing to read and comment post after post.

You guys are so awesome, and have no idea how much you all mean to me!

Tonight I shall rub pink frosting all over my body and chug vodka in your honor.

Why hello there!

If you've been on Twitter the last few weeks you'll have noticed about 1,000 "COME VISIT WE'RE STREAMING LIVE! LIVE I TELL YOU!!!" tweets from various people.

At first I was annoyed. WHY would I want to see you live? I barely know you! This is all moving too fast! Next thing you know you'll be wanting to leave a freakin' toothbrush over here and have your own drawer!

But now I totally get it. It's freakin' fun. I'll be trying to do one every night, so, come by and visit! I'll be posting on BitchBuzz's Twitter whenever we'll be going live on Qik.

Why, hello there all you fabulous people.

Not much going on here other than Iain and I locking ourselves in our home office to work on launching BitchBuzz. We've left the room only to sleep, go and grab a take-away curry, and to try and take a few photos that we're going to base the new BitchBuzz logo on.

While I was all dolled up, we went ahead and a few for my VOX avatar, as I've had the same one for almost two years now.

Once I stopped laughing and having nightmarish flashbacks from The Observer Woman photo shoot, we finally managed to get a good amount of usable shots, so hopefully our new logo will be up and ready to go very soon.

I won't show you any that we're going to base the logo on just yet, but here are some of me being an asshole, grabbing my own boobs, and trying make "the sexy face".

Yes, the dress I'm wearing is my wedding dress, which is cool for various reasons. The first being that this means I can actually GET INTO IT, which is always an exicting moment.

Secondly, I'm getting multiple uses out of it. I've worn this puppy 3 times now, which makes me sort of proud that I managed to buy a wedding dress that I liked so much I actually want to wear it again.

Anyhoo...

Thank you all so much for your support. You're the best Internet friends a gal could ever ask for.

I've been keeping a juicy, titillating secret from you the past six months.

Her name is BitchBuzz, and she is going to be your new favorite website. Trust me.

BitchBuzz is written by myself and a group of passionate, feisty writers that are fed up with blogs and magazines for women that promise to be different, and end up making us feel like crap.

We're not interested in being perfect feminists: We knit, we bake, we fuck, and we blog. In short, we do whatever makes us happy and encourage other women to do the same.

We're going live on August 4th! Join the BitchBuzz group on Facebook and become our fan! Befriend us on Myspace, follow us on Twitter, and drool over our photos on Flickr. Stalk us! Love us! Read us!

We're currently looking for more writers to join the team, so please let me know if you're interested!

Today, Iain and I drove to the sea topless.

Until you've driven around sans top, eating an ice cream and blasting Sugarland, I'm pretty sure you've never known happiness.

(Finally, our decision to buy a convertible in England makes perfect sense!)

I used to point and laugh at the good folks of the UK whenever the sun decided to come out. It could be barely 20 degrees Celsius, and they'll all be outside, drenched in SPF 50 and standing in line at an ice cream van discussing their evening plans for a BBQ.

Me, hailing from a town where it's likely to get up to 110 Fahrenheit in July, would roll my eyes and mock them endlessly.

Now, I am one of the assholes drenched in SPF 50 standing outside a que of 20 or more people, just to get a freakin' Cornetto so I can sit outside under the sun. The first summer I came to the UK I was shocked by how warm it was. Apparently it was the hottest July they've ever had, and I felt right at home.

Sadly, this past summer was the exact opposite. We saw the sun for about two weeks at best, and then all it did was piss down with rain. And be cloudy. And then hail. And then rain some more.

I no longer laugh at how giddy this country gets when the sun is out. I get it. I totally get it.

Therefore, instead of staying at home watching old episodes of Smallville and only leaving the house to walk down to Starbucks this Sunday, Iain and I left the house with one goal: TO GET AS MUCH SUN AS POSSIBLE.

We started the day off by driving to Box Hill, where we stood in a line of 20 or more people, just to buy two Cornettos and a bottle of water. The view at Box Hill is gorgeous, so if you have yet to go there, I suggest you do next time the sun is out.

We sat for a good hour, judging everyone near us and enjoying the view. The woman flying a kite in a really annoying fashion, the gay couple in front of us with the cute puppies who rudely didn't offer us any of their picnic, and all the pasty, sunken-chested men with their shirts off made for excellent conversation and people watching.

Then! Iain surprised me by driving us out to Worthing. The sea was gorgeous, the cocktail I had at a bar by the shore was amazing, but the people we saw...I won't even go into it. All I'm going to say is that they were unique, and we probably will never go back there. (But really it was lovely.)

On another note, things are doing very well over here in The Home Offices Of CupCate. We have some very exciting prospects, which, to say the least, is very comforting. Thank you all again for your encouragement and the birthday wishes.
 

I started my day with tequila...

With a side of Sex..

And wrapped it up with a lovely batch of home made, pink cupcakes.

 

If that's not the perfect way to start off my 23rd year, than I don't know what is.

A huge thank you to everyone who wished my happy birthday! :)