Monday, August 8, 2016

Dear Humans,

Where to begin?

I haven't written in 174 days. And, because blogging is a hobby, it hasn't been much of a priority. And while I could use a full plate of work, travel, summer, and living life as excuses, it's not really that.

Most of my words have been halted by not knowing what to say or how to say it. The past year has seen tragedy, horror, terrorism, death, hate, and peoples divided. I wake up to Facebook arguing for guns to be every American's right just mere hours after an attack. I walk around in a country so politically divided people spew hate because someone has a different opinion. I scroll through social media and see the continuous fight concerning racism.

And with ALL of this, I feel like I have nothing worth telling and, yet, I have something worth telling.


Stop hate.
Stop fighting.
Stop violence.
Stop ignorance.

We will never live in peace as long as humansactual living, breathing humansunderstand that acceptance is the secret little key. Accept that we all have different points of view. Accept that people are gay, trans, straight, black, policeman, Democrats, Republicans, civilians, veterans and that these people have hearts, brains, and agendas.. JUST LIKE YOU. Someone is doing what they think is best for their family. Someone is doing what they think is best for their country. Someone is doing what they think is best for themselves and if you think for one second that a Facebook comment telling them they are stupid, racist, or wrong is going to change that, YOU are showing your ignorance.

It's hard to live in this world and try to be happy right now. It's hard to live in this world and even fathom starting a family. Nothing will change if you keep using hate to combat hate. Start accepting. Start remembering that we are people.. just like you.

Please, peace is still possible.

*Steps down from soapbox.*

Thanks for soundin' down..

Saturday, February 13, 2016

The Girly Post

I will admit, this post title is inspired by my recent watching of 30 Rock.

I've decided to share an experience that's been the topic of many recent conversations. It's my hair.

I've never been that person who really gave a shit about their hair. I stopped coloring my hair after high school and went eight years without coloring it again. I would go to Supercuts or any salon equivalent because, if they screwed up, it grows back.

And now that I've entered into my late twenties, I apparently care more about my hair. I go to nice salons because it's qualitative and it also makes me feel like a classy bitch. I've purchased products to make it healthier. And most importantly, I've stopped washing it.

Well, not completely, but pretty close.

Washing your hair is pretty rough on your mop. It strips away natural oils and can make your hair weaker and break more easily. So, after doing some research, I decided I was going to stop washing mine.

It took a build up, a conditioning phase if you will, pun intended. My hair is naturally fine and thin. So, I used to wash my hair every day. But then I began by washing every other day. And after a few times, squeezed in another day, and another. Fortunately for me, I was working from home, so during this part, I didn't have to see people or look professional. It's important because I looked gross. My hair turned greasy after no shampoo use and it lasted for about two weeks.

BUT, after about 14 days, my hair unwashed started lasting longer. I could use dry shampoo and get away without looking like I poured oil over my head. And now, drumroll please, I wash my hair once a week. My hair is healthier, thicker, and growing longer than it ever has. It holds style really well, and makes shower time quick. Boom!

My recommendation is a decent dry shampoo. I use Aveda's Shampure in its amazing powder form. Leave in conditioner for when you do wash your hair (it's a little difficult to comb after 6 days of product). I use Garnier Fructis because it smells bomb. A wide toothed comb. And maybe a hat for day 6.

And here is the proof. Photo on the left is hair washing every day. Photo on the right is once a week. And you're welcome.

Thanks for soundin' down..

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Sorry, Not Sorry

There are often times I take a mental step back and l reflect on my life. And in these moments I often think 18-year-old Catie wouldn't believe 26-year-old Catie is where she is and the decisions she has made. I made.

I was raised in the bright red state of Nebraska. I lived in a small town that gives directions by the house on the corner and the single stoplight. Everyone waves as they pass and friendliness is an understatement.

Some of the characteristics of small town life followed me out into the world on my own. And that big one is friendliness. Living in LA brought out traits about myself I hadn't known and, more importantly, gave me experience. I've learned that I can tear up at a well done commercial. I enjoy having a stiff drink with friends. I have no problem being alone. And I've learned I say sorry too much.

I'm not saying sorry because I've wronged others or made mistakes. I've been saying sorry for everything. And, after some observance of the general public, I'm not the only one.

A person bumps into me at the coffee shop, "I'm sorry."

Pushing the door open to the bathroom, while someone simultaneously pulls, "I'm sorry."

An office mate drops a pen that rolls to my feet, "I'm sorry."

Saying, "I'm sorry," wincing, and then apologizing for that.

I'm actually apologizing because I slipped an unprecedented apology. This may have been the straw to break the sorry camel's back. I promptly picked up my pen and jotted in my notebook, "stop saying sorry."

Saying sorry implies that you have regrets about something. It's admitting fault. The aforementioned instances are in no way applicable to this phrase. Why do I say it?

Is it being too polite, nay I mention pushover-y, to say it for everything? Has my nurtured Midwest friendliness masked my strength and confidence? I shouldn't be sorry if someone bumps into me. I shouldn't be sorry when I mean to say, "excuse me." I shouldn't be so damned sorry.

If I were to have been the person who threw the football that broke Marsha's nose, I would genuinely apologize. It would, most likely, contain more than those two words if an actual apology was called for.

Fun fact: statistically, women throw out unworthy apologies more often than men.

So, adding to my Independent Maturity list, I'm going to try really hard to use the proper terminology and stop saying sorry. And, if you're in my boat, here are a few tips to implement in your not-so-sorry life. I snagged some of these ideas from Psychology Today because saying sorry is all too common.

1. Say "thank you" instead. If your roommate or spouse does the dishes, thank them, rather than apologize for not getting around to it yourself. Appreciate when someone helps you out if you're in a time crunch or your mind slipped.

2. Don't be the Boy Who Cried Wolf with apologies. If you constantly use it, people won't find it genuine anymore.

3. Take a hint from Phoebe Buffet. In a F.R.I.E.N.D.S. episode, "The One with the Baby Shower," Monica and Phoebe forget to invite Rachel's mother. Monica spends the entirety of the shower feeling ashamed, having ass sweats, and doubling over with apologies to the mother. Finally, Phoebe tells her that she's [Monica] already apologized and if the mother can't accept it, there is nothing else that can be done.

4. Laugh at yourself. Don't apologize for spilling mustard on your t-shirt, wearing mismatched socks, or having a bad hair day. I apologize too often for being bad a parallel parking.

I'm taking a deep breath and sighing it out. No more uncontrollable, frequented apologies. Who's not-sorry asses are with me?!

Thanks for soundin' down..

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Log Out

It’s never easy finding the words to begin a controversial topic. But, in the spirit of what I’m about to discuss, fuck it.

I would like to send a PSA to all future generations of America, Generations X, Y, and Z. You need to relax. You need to relax and unplug. You need to relax, unplug, and, for the love of God, let it go.

This is a topic that has become an almost every day occurrence in our household. We have deemed 2015 the Year of Offense. While this Offensive Year has been building and growing for years prior, it seems to be popping up more often than normal. And guess what, we look stupid.

Most of this irritation in House O’Brien was sparked from a recent Target incident. Target unveiled a clothing design dawning the phrase, “OCD; Obsessive Christmas Disorder,” and in doing so, enraged people who are supporting and suffering from the disease OCD. This, in turn, caused a lawsuit and a forced apology to those offended by this t-shirt.

A t-shirt.

I’m pretty sure Slayer was caught wearing a shirt reading, “Kill the Kardashians,” during a show and the infinity wallets of the Kardashian empire didn’t do a thing. Yet, Obsessive Christmas Disorder is worse. I think?

I won’t go on to mention some of the horrible things you see on t-shirts that aren’t brought into light. If you’re curious, visit Vegas for a day.

A small droplet of water in an ocean of bullshit is what has become of America's offended brains. This is, in large part, due to social media. There was a time when people would log on to their Facebook, like a photo, leave a quick hello on a friend’s wall, and silently, and happily, log off. In case any of you Gen Z-ers or last of Gen Y-ers are questioning what a wall is; it’s an archaic term for the thing users posted status updates to. It has since been replaced by a timeline, because that’s somehow different.

Now, people are consistently on Facebook throughout the day, liking a dog photo, sharing a viral video of someone overcoming an obstacle, and angrily ranting about the Second Amendment. People are constantly battling each other over politicssituations, and opinions and taking things too far. They’re calling each other names, using inappropriate words to verbally bash the other, and acting like children on the playground. Social media has delivered a platform in which anyone can be heard by anyone with or without a brain. Political discussion can be invigorating and informative, but when hashed out in the comments section of a doctored photo, it makes you look like a moron.

In, not-so-short terms, many have lost the capability to let things go. People have lost their thick skin, and everyone is a victim. Someone comparing being offended by a t-shirt to actual bullying had lost the ability to differentiate. There is a difference between being bullied and fishing for anything to be upset over.

So, in this PSA, I would like to deliver a boiler plate for 2016. This is a big world full of many people. Everyone lives a different life and believes in different things. If you feel that you’re right and you won’t change your mind, acknowledge that someone else feels the same. Banging your head against a wall gets you nowhereAgree to disagree. And, finally, log out.

Let the Year of Offense die and let’s be a respected civilization again.


Wednesday, November 4, 2015


To begin putting into words the day Blake and I got married seems insufficient. Too many tear-soaked tissues, so many warm embraces, and all the love I could ever feel from friends, family, and, particularly, my husband.

That's still strange to say.

But, now that I'm an old married woman, I feel compelled to give you my very own, I-know-what-I'm-talking-about, wedding advice.

When Blake and I got engaged, the advice train started rolling in. Some bad, some strange, and some very much accepted, because, let's be honest, I had no idea what I was doing. Usually when you get married, you haven't done it before, so, therefore, you are completely lost. And as someone who prides herself on her quick research skills, I turned to where we all turn to for advice in 2015; the internet.

And apparently weddings are a big deal on the internet. Blogs, Pinterest articles, and Instagram posts are vomiting detail ideas, dresses, and things you should be doing for your wedding day and how your ideas just aren't as good.

I will admit, finding ideas was very helpful via the internet. There were many helpful outlets through my research. But there were also some very unhelpful and unnecessary outlets on ideas and mostly advice.

"25 Things You Should Do Before You Get Married."

"What Your Dress Says About You."

"Hope You've Picked the Right Flowers, Or You Might Get Divorced."

Okay, so that last one isn't real.

But, I get it. Getting married is a big deal. You want to make sure the centerpieces are on point, that the seating chart won't cause drama, and that, of course, your dress is perfect. And when I started planning our wedding, I realized something.

I had never dreamed of my perfect wedding. I never had a certain church in mind. I never had the dress that I couldn't live without. I never needed things to be a specific way in order for my day to be perfect.

It takes months of planning, thousands of dollars, and possibly a few breakdowns to pull off one day. Just one day. And, like everyone warned me, it flew by.

But the planning ebbed and flowed. Some if it was easy, because I didn't have details in mind. And some of it was hard, because I didn't have details in mind. And after everything has blown over, I've decided to give my advice to anyone with upcoming nuptials, dream wedding or no dream wedding.

  1. It's your day, so you can do what the fuck you want to do.
  2. It may offend sending pity invites to your B-list because your A-listers RSVP'd no. Just, no.
  3. If something is important to you, make it a priority, and don't let others' priorities affect you.
  4. Unless you had Cupids fashioned out of real babies, no one will remember your centerpieces.
  5. You're there to get married to the love of your life, and that's the most important part. No matter what.
  6. If you don't agree with number 5, reevaluate.
  7. It's a lot of build up for what seems like a blink of the eye, so remember to take it in, have a drink (or 5), and dance.
    And finally, (This was the best piece of advice to be given to me)
  8. If someone offers to help you, even with something small, TAKE THEIR HELP.

I would love to relive that day over and over, but I am glad the planning (and paying) is over. I am still reeling in all the love from everyone who got to be a part of it, and all of those who sent their wishes from afar. It was a teary, beautiful ceremony, and a mosh-pit of a dance party. Somethings I hope to never forget, and some I will probably never remember.

Thanks for soundin' down,
Mrs. O'Brien

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Video Music Awards

Where to begin?

I've been lucky, or as some may say, #blessed the last few years. I've been lucky enough to be a part of some pretty incredible experiences with Blake and the Walk The Moon band and crew. And very recently, I got to be apart of an amazing day.

I went to the VMA's. And it was wild.

If you tuned in, Walk The Moon performed for the pre-show on the red carpet. And there I was! Chillin' with Sway and cheering into the cameras.

Oh, hey Sway.
I showed up to the trailer outside the Staples Center and had a wonderful stylist gussy me up. One of my dear friends is a fashion stylist in LA and hooked me up with the sassiest and most beautiful dress! I was pampered and felt, well, famous.

I was surprised that the red carpet wasn't red. I got to walk in backstage to my seat behind THE Britney Spears (and six of her biggest security men). I was surrounded by so many celebrities: Bruno Mars, Nikki Minaj, Kanye, and the list goes on. And lastly, I got to sit just a few rows behind Taylor Swift and her posse.

If you squint your eyes and look to the top left, you can see Blake and me.

There were some epic performances, some very interesting outfits, and, of course, the Kanye speech. It was a fun and zany and fascinating experience.

Quick! A another gallery!

This was the VMA / Taco Bell pre-show. Free tacos.
In addition to this crazy experience, I kept my visit a secret and got to surprise some pretty fabulous people.

The West coast is the best coast! Thanks for soundin' down.

Monday, August 10, 2015

We Red Rocked

Red Rocks is an outdoor amphitheater located 10 miles outside of Denv...

What am I saying, you already know what it is. Red Rocks was glorious. Its beautiful jagged rocks stood proudly and red. And, even though I had to take two breaks and huffed and puffed my way up, I stood at 6500 feet up and got to revel in the scene and bask in the history of music legends that had performed between those great sandstone cliffs.

Jimi Hendrix shredded on the stage. Sonny and Cher harmonized in bell bottoms. Jethro Tull caused a five year ban and The Beatles, well, did their Beatles thing.

And as of August 2015, WALK THE MOON joined the ranks of these legends. And man was it epic.

Quick! A photo gallery!

I am so proud of these boys and how far they've come. And, maybe it's because I'm biased, but I am beyond proud of Blake. He's grown into this boss over the last few years and I will brag about it for him, because we all know he never would.

Alright, I'll shut up already.

And dance..

Thanks for soundin' down..