Caitlin in her natural environment at Gullfoss, in Iceland
Hi, I’m Bones. I like long walks on the beach, Yoga in the wee hours of the morning, spending time with my dog, Woofy, and I have an incredible dinosaur bone collection, hence the ‘Bones’ nickname (not really).
Just as a precursor, I have a very dry, very sarcastic sense of humor. Don’t judge me, because baby I was born this way. I’m also not a fan of Lady Gaga.
Some of you may be asking yourselves, why ‘Bones’? And the answer is simple: that’s not a real nickname of mine. My name is Caitlin. Call me Caitlin, call me Cait, call my Toni, or call me Tones. But Bones? No thank you. Bones implies: A.) I have an affinity for skeletons, which we already established I do not. B.) I’m into something sexual that would make people (including me) blush or C.) I am nothing but skin and bones. Read more
Hello, my name is Roam About Mike and I have a terrible secret: I’m a recovering travel dipper.
It’s true. I had a problem with the dip and I’m currently repairing my reputation of committing an even worse travel transgression, the double travel dip. Read more
Happy Halloween, dear readers.
I love all genres of horror: camp, schlock, slasher, gore, psychological thrillers — you name it, i’ve probably seen it (or own it).
I used to go over my friends’ house when I was a kid and we’d stay up late watching the likes of Killer Klowns from Outer Space, Nightbreed, Tremors, and Space Invaders. This was my hokey impression of horror movies until one faithful night when I was 12. Read more
…and I ain’t draw no good neither.
Looking at 2014, I’ve posted a measly four times.
“Slow and steady wins the race,” you say, to which I lovingly take you into my long wiry arms and stroke your hair: Shhh, sweet darling. Go to sleep now. Read more
The movie ‘Desperado’ plays low on the hotel TV. Low enough that the man propped up on the headboard can’t hear what the actors are saying. He starts making up the dialogue in his head:
“Do you like my hair?”
“Yes. It’s very nice.”
“The River Walk, not river talk.”
“Dios mio! Who are you?”
“Die!” Read more
When I was younger, nothing generated more excitement than crossing state borders on road trips with the family. In my kiddie nascency, political borders were far from arbitrary. As soon as the ‘Now Leaving’ and ‘Welcome To’ signs passed by, things just seemed different. Read more
Mike: Thanks for joining me today, Mike. I know you’re a busy guy.
Mike: Huh? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear a thing over the sound of your awesome. Read more
Five years ago, amid bursting fireworks of Red White and Boom, the sizzle of grilled meats and sparklers, and the unmistakable patriotic croons of J. Cougar Mellencamp, The Boss, and Jewish Elvis—Neil Diamond—a skinny, already washed-up twenty-something limped from New York City to Columbus. Read more
Susie Lindau is one of my favorite bloggers. She’s fun, sassy, adventurous and someday, I’m really going to head out to my favorite state, Colorado, and grab a few Avalanche beers with her and her hubby Danny, and hit the slopes. Read more