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Bubcket List: LIL BUB in Portland!

In recent crazy cat lady news (See also: I can’t believe I’m married), I was up bright and early to meet LIL BUB during her Portland visit at the LexiDog Boutique & Social Club last week!

If you don’t know who LIL BUB is, clearly you are wasting your time in the wrong places on the internet let me tell you. LIL BUB, a celebrity cat/internet princess dubbed (bubbed) “one of nature’s happy accidents,” was born with genetic mutations including disproportionate limbs, a toothless mouth, extra toes and a shortened jaw. In any other species, this particular combination of mutations would likely result in the nightmares of small children, but in BUB’s case, it’s the complete opposite! BUB’s scrumptious perma-kitten features and sweet personality have landed her as Number 2 on the list of Most Important Cats of 2012, over 100k Facebook “Likes” and, most importantly, provided the warm fuzzies for children, hipsters and crazy cat ladies all across the US of A! BUB’s various memes are geared at inspiring positivity and perseverance in the face of adversity. What’s not to love?

This is my photo diary of the Portland LIL BUB meet and greet.

Most Sundays, we are not out of bed before lunchtime. Here we are, up early catching the our party bus to BUB. To quote my mother-in-law, “Now I know what gets you guys up early!”


We arrived!


…With half of Portland. Even though we got there when the event started at 10:30am, an employee came outside and told us she didn’t know if everyone would be able to meet BUB because the line had accumulated so quickly. :-/


I snuck out of line to go say a quick prayer to baby Jesus asking him to keep BUB happy and comfortable until we were able to meet her. While I was out of line, I ran into Lil Bub’s human, Mike. He was too polite to refuse a photo, but he wanted to. (If you’re reading, Mike, I was too polite to go full fangirl, but I wanted to. Also, asking for a photo is not going full fangirl.) “I don’t usually like to do this kind of thing, because it’s all about my cat, you know?” -Mike “The Dude” Bridavsky


This next photo is a lie, but that’s okay. The line actually started about an hour and a half before this point! This sign was located at the front of the room where LIL BUB was. We made it!


When we entered the little room, LIL BUB was sitting on a lime green crocheted blanket, as tender as can be. She was so, so sweet and docile; genuinely just happy to be in Portland. That, or under the influence of animal sedatives according to my husband which I refuse to believe. That’s how she is, and it’s part of what makes her so special.


Before we went, husband requested his own picture with LIL BUB, which is part of what makes him so special. We made sure that happened!


I got one too!


Finally, a photo of both of us with BUB, for good measure.


I’m not going to lie; at first there was a little internal debate over whether standing in line to meet a cat was a high point or a low point in my life, but I quickly realized that was the dumbest question ever because LIL BUB is more than a cat…she is a WAY OF LIFE. Thank you, sweet BUB, for spreading joy in Portland!

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered

I’ve been waiting for this as long as I can remember. More specifically, it was about this time last year when I told myself I was going to start religiously blogging my experiences. I never did, until this moment, and it feels euphoric.

Last October, I hit a wall. Mentally, professionally, socially — everything in my life felt like it was going nowhere. The roommate who was living with me at the time had been living in LA for only a few weeks, but the anxious, superficial nature of the city had started to drive her crazy almost immediately. “The traffic alone is enough to make someone go mental, and everyone seems like they are unhappy, just waiting for something great to happen and change everything” she said. In one sentence, she had described life as I knew it at 27, and I felt like a train hit me when I realized I had been that unhappy person, in my own hometown, for as long as I could remember.

By November I had resigned from my job and scribbled “MOVING DAY” in big red letters on my calendar. On January 15, all of my possessions were to be loaded into a U-Haul truck and I would be making my way to Portland, Oregon in the pursuit of new adventures, friends, seasons, inspiration and happiness. A month before I left, I set up this blog as a means of documenting my new adventures, but picking up my pen (and hands) was impossible and I constantly avoided it. Making a departure from family and friends who had become permanent fixtures on the shelves of my life was difficult, and I wish I had blogged about the transition I underwent while uprooting my life and detaching from everything I knew to be true.

Aside from being a huge procrastinator, I’m a slave to my own fear when it comes to writing, even though I know it has been my calling since I was a child. As a writer and general loudmouth throughout high school, I left an impression on my classmates, particularly one whom I recently reconnected with while she was here on business. “Why aren’t you writing? You have so much to say!” Heather said over dinner the other night.

“I, I don’t know. I mean I do, and I guess I’m just afraid.”

“What are you afraid of? You are SO creative, people will read if you write, if only because they are your friends and they love you!”

“I constantly think about running out of ideas, failure, judgement, and not being smart or interesting enough.”

“I know we haven’t seen each other in 10 years, but I know you, Casey. Just do it! What’s even worse than taking the chance is not taking the chance.”

She was totally right, it was nothing I hadn’t told myself before, but hearing that conviction come out of someone who has truly seen me and known me for almost 15 years resonated like a bell. The next couple of days, we walked and talked around the city, feeling like no time had passed since we last saw each other. Experiencing Portland with someone who had never been here before made me fall in love with it all over again, and justified my reasons for packing up and leaving Los Angeles.

New adventures…


Friends: Noel & Tanya


Seasons: Autumn leaves


Inspiration Street

…and happiness.

Happiness: I have!

My goal as a writer – bottom line – is connection. I plan to use this blog as a springboard for contributing to the wavelength of joy that makes the Universe go ’round. If I can relate to just one person, make someone smile, then everything else is just frosting on my cupcake. Thanks for reading.

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