Tis the Season!

Friday, November 29, 2013
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The moment we finished Thanksgiving dinner and started doing the dishes, we put on the "Duck the Halls: A Robertson Family Christmas" and began to scheme my brother's winning Christmas light theme. I've already finished most of my shopping and am even heading to the mall later on to get some Black Friday shopping done. . . yes, Christmas is upon us.

Some of my best memories with my family, especially with my now deceased grandmother and grandfathers, are at Christmas time. We've always hosted Christmas at our house, and my brothers and I are beyond spoiled each year. 

Best gift I've ever received: one year my Grandma & Grandpa Dimmitt hand made me a dollhouse that was beyond beautiful. I played with it for as long as I can remember and still have it to give to my own daughters own day.


My brothers & Me admiring the dollhouse

However, the best gift we've all received is the reason for the season. We all get so caught up in our wish lists, baking, and spending time with family, that we forget we're celebrating the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Without his birth, we wouldn't have this beautiful celebration each year. Without his grace and salvation, we wouldn't have eternal life. For him, I am the utmost grateful and I pray that each of you take time to remember the reason we celebrate Christmas. . . the birth of Christ.

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My Girls

Tuesday, November 26, 2013
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Ah. . . . the highly anticipated Thanksgiving break.
No classes, no work, and no obligations.

And while most of Thanksgiving break is absolute bliss, I can't seem to shake the fact that I have to go five days without my roommates. They're my go-to girls, my best friends, and ultimately, my sisters. They're the ONLY reason I'm dreading graduation. If it weren't for living with these three girls, I'd be ready to go.

It's only been five hours since the last girl left for break, but I'm already feeling sad having to watch The Voice alone. There's no one here to throw stuff at, no here to complain to, and no one here to laugh with until my belly hurts.

Elisa, Jade, Courtney, & Me

To the three girls I couldn't have imagined spending my last few months of college without: I thank you. . . for loving me, supporting me, laughing with me, encouraging me, and guiding me. Thanks for always making sure there is wine in the fridge, letting me have the TV when the Broncos are playing, and for washing my dishes that I will "get to later." Even though three weeks from now we won't be living together anymore, you'll still be my best friends.

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So here it goes....

Monday, November 25, 2013
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With three weeks until I graduate college, all I find myself doing lately is staring at my ceiling at 3am wondering where I'll be a month from now. I've applied to just about every job I've seen posted online and am ready to give up. . . .

. . . so here I am, doing exactly what I love, but I just can't seem to find a job doing.

My dream job is one that allows me to write about the things I love....sports (Go Broncos!), makeup (new Naked3 is TO DIE FOR), food (already drooling over Thursday's mashed potatoes), and anything else that tickles my fancy.

It's like Eat, Pray, Love, but I'm eating from my couch in California instead of a chic cafe in Naples. . .

But first, a little bit about me:

I'm Cate. Yep, that's right. Cate with a C.
I'm 21 years old & have been enjoying my 21st Amendment right to order a Blue Moon at dinner.
I'm a Communications student at California Lutheran University with an emphasis in journalism.
I have a huge, crazy family who I still can't decide if I should thank or blame for making me the woman I'm becoming.
I'm afraid of the typical stuff. . . clowns, rats, failure, and belly buttons.
I'm obsessed with The Voice. . . I'm watching it as we speak. (Well as I type & you read.)
I'm loud.
I'm stubborn.
I'm anxious.
But most importantly, I can't wait to see what God has next for me in his plans for my life.

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