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Moving, Again?

Ugh. Yes. I am moving again, and I hate packing more than I hate arugula. I hate that leafy green. Yet here I am, for the 6th time in 3 years, moving. 

Boston to Washburn to Ashland, then two different neighborhoods in Chicago, and now to Racine WI. One would think that I would be better at moving with all this practice, keep in mind i have moved over 20 times in my whole life, yet here I am. Sitting in my bed. Watching Dancing With The Stars and drinking this incredible ice coffee.


So I got to thinking, about all the things I would rather do than pack my house. 

The answer is simple. 

Playing with my cats, reading blogs, reading some of the amazing materials in Blog Boss Babe, drinking this coffee, talking with people that I love, or continue to read the book about Mastering my Inner Mean Girl. 

However, I can't do any of those things. My car needs to be pack with round one of stuff by tomorrow! And if we are being honest with each other, I have not started packing my studio apartment. Trash has been thrown out left and right, but actual packing ..... eh. 

Better late then never, so I guess I'll pack with love, 

Craigslist & The Hedgehog

About two years ago, I was sitting at my then office in Northern Wisconsin watching YouTube videos. It's totally okay, it was on my lunch break guys. Though while watching, the unthinkable happened. I saw someone with a hedgehog.

If you know me at all, you know once I have an idea in my head, changing my mind is not very easy at all. So naturally my head went too I want a hedgehog too, and I want one right now. So I started thinking, where can I get a hedgehog?

I knew that the next morning I was going to be driving 6 hours to surprise my then boyfriend at the time by going to his last soccer game, and figured I would just pick up a hedgehog on the way. Totally normal thought process ... right?

As I was looking for hedgehogs online, I went through every single site. Google, Craigslist, Facebook, Twitter, everywhere. After emailing 12 people, calling 19 different people, I receive an email back. YES THIS WAS HAPPENING!

I have your hedgehog, can you agree on the price? 

What is this, a kidnapping? But I was too excited to really pay attention to how strange this email really was, that I went along with it. I agreed on the price, and I agreed to picking the hedgehog up where she lived. 4 hours away... it was about an hour out of the way on my surprise trip to the middle of no where to watch a soccer game, so totally doable. The previous owner said they wanted the hedgehog "gone first thing in the morning, or (they) would take another offer." I agreed to that as well.

I left my house at 4 in the morning. My excitement was out of control and the idea of being tired didn't exist. Dancing in my car, catching up on calls to my family back home, and being over the moon excited to finally meet my little guy. Around 7AM I realize that I do not have the address, the owner was supposed to send it to me the night prior.

I text, I call, and I waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. I go to Target. It is now 10AM and I call again. I finally get an answer.

"Who is this"
"Hi it's Kailagh, I am supposed to meet you at your house so I can buy the Hedgehog"
"You're late"
"Well I tried calling, I have been waiting in the Target parking lot for about 2 hours" 
"What does your car look like? I'll be right there"

The owner comes hands me the hedgehog and leaves.

I am mortified. With all the research I did on hedgehogs the night before, I know everything about that cage is wrong. Hedgehog have super small feet, and that cage was all wire, which is horrible for their feet. My heart was broken for this little guy. 

BUT I HAD THE HEDGEHOG. And after I realize that is all I care about, I put the most likely ex murder behind me and drove on. Not only did I buy a hedgehog, but I made it to the game right on time. Walking around holding a blanket like a baby, made for a lot of people to look at my funny. But I was holding the greatest thing in the world.

Time pasted, and I was unable to keep him forever. Though he is living the lavish life with a friend of mine, so I know he is now loved and adored. And that exchange was less serial murder like, so always a plus.

You would think after this, I would never buy an animal on Craiglist again. You'd be wrong. I now have two cats, brother and sister, and they were also an impulsive Craiglist buy!

With Love, 

Goodbye Higher Education

People say that you change careers a ton in your life, however, I did not think I would be changing careers at 24. Yet here I am, leaving my job after 3 years to pursue something else. That something else is yet to be determined. As of November 30th, I won't be working for the small private school anymore, and although I am so excited about what the future holds, I feel lost and disconnected with the fact I won't be working in Higher Education. Well for now at least. 

I have had amazing moments in my career as an Admissions Counselor. Some involved crying, others were filled with laughter, and most are paired with a beer in hand. These moments, I am going to miss with all my heart. But more importantly to that, I am going to miss the people.

Getting so close to other counselors, they become more than your coworkers, but some of your best friends. Going out for drinks after a college fair to talk about that one family who all had mullets, or instead of reading applications you decided to get impulsive tattoos with your "travel" bestie - yes this actually happened and now that I think about it I should write a blog post about it - these moments are what made the job what it was. 

Don't get me wrong, I love working with students. Calling them about their acceptance, hearing the excitement in their voice filled my heart with so much joy. Connecting with families to the point where you hug them once they decided that your institution is the perfect fit. It brought tears to my eyes. 

Honestly though, as quickly as this is all happening, I am excited for the next chapter. Life wants me to be miserable with all the curve balls that it is throwing at me, but I won't let that happen. There are moments that are filled with tears and the world is ending theories. Though for the most part I am thrilled.

I really just wrote a post about how I am leaving my job so I can take photos of myself in this sweatshirt. PS. Kailagh, did you take this photos with your phone and a selfie stick? YUP.  Working in higher education, and finding a sweatshirt that has a Harry Potter reference while making fun of financial aid... I just had to have it, and I had to show it off to the world. Wicked Clothing, you out did yourself with this one.

With Love, 


No I am not talking about the election. Though that would make for an interesting post. I am talking about the United States Men National Soccer Team. Last night we played Mexico - any game against Mexico is a huge deal - and we lost. Totally and completely lost. So no USA in the World Cup. But hey life goes on.

 Disclaimer. I did not take these photos. 

However to be honest with you, I just yelled whenever anyone else yelled. Don't get me wrong, I love soccer. I have season tickets to the Chicago Fire & I am the Chairwoman for our supporters group the Banter Buddies. Like most people, I just sometimes lose track of what is going on, and I get who is who confused sometimes.

Disclaimer. I did not take these photos. 

Disclaimer. I did not take these photos. 

I wrote this entire post yesterday about the outfit I was planning on wearing, but I didn't take any cute pictures of my outfit. Being busy with amazing friends, is an amazing excuse to not have cute pictures of my American Flag socks. So instead of not posting anything for the people who stay in bed all day and read blogs, that is me right now literally me right now, I wanted to share photos from my night.

Disclaimer. I did not take these photos. 

Are these photos the best quality? Nope. 
The memories with these people though, the best quality. 
With love, 

New About Me


Sometimes being the key word. After four years of trying and failing at this whole blogging thing, I still know that I have no idea what I am doing. Though, we are going to try this out again. All in. 

I'm a 24 year old, East Coast native, living in Chicago and Milwaukee with a special place in my heart for the southern shores of Lake Superior. Cuddling with my two cats, Wrigley and Fenway, hanging out in a gravel parking lot tailgating with my favorite people, and exploring the city with someone I love the most are some of my favorite things. Since I graduated in 2014, I've worked in Higher Education as an admission counselors, and it's left me with one thought ... what the hell do I want to do with my life?! 

Whatever the fuck that means. 

So drink a bottle of wine, and enjoy some Gin and Tonics, because I have no idea what I am doing. I just know that the direction I'm going has good friends, and you. So I must be doing something right. 

With love, 

Things Are Changing

wueys meaning guys.

I went the NFL draft in a Bears hat, but got really excited when I saw this slice of home. 

Because let's be honest, I suck at blogging. For those of you who have been here since the beginning, we all know I take LARGE amounts of time off, and my content isn't at a very high standard. It's okay, I know. 

So things are changing again, (insert laughing crying emoji here) not only for this blog, but for my life in general. Shit is getting real .. too real to be honest. But one thing I know for sure, I am about to have a blog worthy life. So grab a bottle of wine and let's take this road together.  

When will I be back you ask?
Wonderful question stranger! I have no idea, but I do know that I have been writing new stuff, taking new photos, reading blog resources and learning more about the process, and channeling a writers voice that doesn't sound like someone who has a stick up their ass. So fingers crossed this time doesn't end up with me coming back months later being like -- hey this is a good idea, let's blog. 

PS. I'd like to be back as possible. I just wanna be so prepared that kicking ass becomes a habit, not a part time hobby!!

Till we tip another glass, Kailagh.