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Tartan and Teacakes

29 July 2014
So I think it's about time we address that situation that I've been rambling on about excitedly to anyone and everyone who would listen - I danced in the Opening Ceremony of the Commonwealth Games and it was absolutely incredible.

I first spoke about the fact that I was actually going to be performing in the opening ceremony in this post here and whilst things over here on my blog have remained fairly calm and controlled, I feel a medal or some form of greater reward should be given to my friends and family who have had to listen to me incessantly ramble on and on..and on some more. A gold star for all of you poor souls, really.

And whilst I was sworn to secrecy in the build up to the opening ceremony, not only on all forms of social media, blogs etc., I also wasn't allowed to tell my family and friends a thing, which let me tell you, is a lot harder than it sounds!

If you haven't seen the opening ceremony or at least clips of it, then I'll assume you've been living under some form of rock or trapped on a desert island far, far away. On the other hand, if you live in a country where the Commonwealth Games isn't really a thing then you can click this handy link where Buzzfeed have conveniently summarised it all for you.

I'm going to keep things short and sweet for you all because I know for a fact I could write about 10 posts and still not have said everything I wanted to say about the ceremony and the whole experience - I'll try my best, I promise.

First things first, I was one of the dancers for Rod Stewart and from an aerial perspective, my group looked like this

(Photo Credit: BBC)

In an organised mess, we all then headed on up to the stage to join Rod and by some sheer luck, I have managed to get myself (kinda) in a photo with Rod Stewart...

(Photo Credit: Glasgow 2014)

So there's Rod, and then in that little red circle, you can see my near enough transparent arm which leads up to the top half of my head, blocked off by the guy beside me and his flailing arms - I can't blame him, it was all very exciting. We then danced some more, sang a little and got showered by glitter (a total diva moment) whilst Rod did his thing. Some of that glitter still lives on with me a week later, appearing in all sorts of places, including, my shoes, bras and socks as well as sticking itself onto every single piece of furniture it can get its shimmering hands on. A girl can't complain though. A kind person in the audience managed to film the majority of our performance, so if you haven't seen that then you can click here to see Rod and us doing our thing, one glitter shower at a time (all credit to the video uploader of course).

All in all though, the whole experience and being a part of something this huge was just incredible. To go from having to quit dancing due to injury two years ago, to then dance in front of a stadium of 40,000 people and a live televised audience of 1.5 billion was just unbelievable - definitely a once in a lifetime experience. I can honestly say that I have met some of the most amazing people and people who I hope to stay friends with for many years. When I first applied, I could never have imagined the sheer scale of it all and just how enjoyable the whole experience would be and I'm actually so sad that it's all over. It's not even been a week yet and I still miss getting up stupidly early to get home at even later times of the night and all the dancing in between. To the cast and crew of People Make Glasgow - thank you for everything.

Until next time!

The Blogmopolitan Quiz

18 July 2014
Well hello there again,

It's been another busy week of rehearsals over here, but when Erin over at Two Thirds Hazel dropped the news of her latest Blogmopolitan Quiz link-up, who was I to say no? Plus, we all already mentally fill out those little questionnaires in Cosmo as it is right? (Or maybe that's just me).

So I sat down and filled out the latest Blogmopolitan Quiz for you all to peruse at your leisure should you wish to do so and hey, you may even learn something new about me! Don't say I'm not good to you.

So there you have it, another quiz filled out in another post educating you on all things Caitlin. On a sidenote though, can we please discuss how difficult it is in fact to come up with your own Real Housewives tagline? How those women change theirs every season will always be a mystery to me; there HAS to be some kind of formula to it.

Until next time!

Sleepy Toilet Duties

10 July 2014
Anybody else find themselves sitting around on this fine Thursday afternoon, slowly drifting off to sleep whilst daydreaming of getting into bed tonight, or is that strictly reserved for Camp Clinkky over here? Because let me tell you, nothing and I mean NOTHING, sounds more appealing than hopping right into bed at this very moment and napping the day away. Oh the glamorous life of an almost-twenty year old.

Had you been trying to hunt me down this past week, you could have tried to find me in one of the following places: 
Rehearsals - these are held in a top secret location, so chances are, you'd never find me. 
Walking my dog - that too takes place in the middle of nowhere so again, chances are you wouldn't have found me, unless you are particularly good at/enjoy scoping out large fields.
At home, cleaning the toilets - hmmmm

I'm currently house sitting for my family whilst they jet off to some island where the sun always shines, the beach is just across the road, the food is amazing, but alas, the wifi is near to non-existent (ha!). The short periods of time that I have got to speak to them however, have been delightful affairs; times where they have only contacted me with the sole intention of asking me to clean the toilets. I can only imagine what their next cleaning demands will entail.

So yes, I'm spending a lot of time at home and yes, I have been cleaning the toilets amongst many other household objects whilst trying to cook myself a nutritious, still mostly edible meal every night, followed by a heap of ironing and washing up. All whilst my dog follows me around looking cute, begging me to take him outside. You just can't say no to that face.

So I guess I'm kind of tired, and by kind of, I mean incredibly. But hey, things could be much, much worse. If you need me, I'll just be over here, getting my Cinderella on.

Until next time!