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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

It's Been Too Long Since I've Blogged and I'm Starting With Kinder Creek

Hi guys. It's me, Carissa. I'm a little embarrassed to even show up here considering it's been like, almost a month since I've filled this blank white space with any type of words or pictures. Oops. In my defense I did try to sit down on a few occasions and blog, but then I got distracted with different things and just never put the virtual pen to paper. Videos of people on YouTube teaching their birds to say bad words can really take up a lot of your time if you're not careful.

So needless to say there's a lot to catch up on around here. I'm gonna start with last weekend cause that requires the least amount of mental exercise in remembering what's been going down since the last time I posted.

Last weekend Nate and I went hiking to my most favorite place ever: Kinder Creek. We go every summer and this is my fourth time taking the quick, yet most scenic trip down the mountain (see herehere, and here). Every year we go I hesitate to blog about it cause really, I don't want other people knowing my most favorite spot ever. Cause then other people go to it. And I don't like other people. Kidding of course. Sort of. Anyway, I think my secret's out of the bag though cause Nate said when you Google Kinder Creek it's all pictures from my blog. Oops.

Our first stop after the hike down hill is this neat beach-y area right at the bottom. The water is always super cold but I make myself go in anyway cause I dunno, I just feel like that's what you should do when you're hiking and it's summer time.

After we (and when I say "we" I really mean just me) finished swimming we crossed to the other side of the creek and moved on to the next spot.
I'm trying to get this panorama thing down and I don't think I'm quite there yet. Is it Panorama or Panoramic? Either way, my hands aren't steady enough to get a good shot. But despite the lack of panoramic quality you can't really get around the fact that this place is gorgeous right??
Too many pics? Sorry. I have this thing where I take a million pictures (not literally a million, but almost) and sorting through them takes too long so I've started just including all of them. More scrolling for you, but less pre-post work for me. Pre-post...I can see how that could be confusing now that I typed it out. I mean like, before I write the post - pre-post. You get it right? Anyway, I'm way off track. So like I said before, hiking and summer time calls for swim time too.
It's also important to note that there's TONS (like, tons I'm not even being dramatic) of crawdads in this creek and after watching Shark Week all week there was a little part of me wondering if there was like, a Megalodon crawdad down in there somewhere ready to pinch my leg off. Or like, a Submarine crawdad. Good news though, none of my limbs got pinched off. So if he's out there, the Megalodon/Submarine (Megamarine?) crawdad, he spared my life this time.

Eventually it was time for the hike back up the mountain. Which totally sucks for two reasons:
1.) It's time to leave Kinder Creek
2.) It's up hill
3.) It's really steep in a few sections
That was more than two reasons...which actually just goes to show how much leaving this place sucks.

So instead of making our way home we decided to take a drive.

And we drove to the other end of the creek. And we played in it.
And then we drove home. But not before eating mexican food. Cause how do you refuel after a long day of hiking if not for refried beans and cheese??

So anyway, hopefully I can get this here blog caught up with all the happenings that've been, well, happening. And hopefully it won't take me another month to do so. Hopefully.

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Rambles. Lots of Them.

Alright friends here's the deal. I've sat in front of my computer for the last few nights in a row trying to blog. The end result has been a total of three drafts (all of which are unfinished) and the last 60 minutes spent sitting here listening to my "Shhh" playlist on iTunes trying to get me in the writing mood. Ugh, why is this so hard lately? I used to be teeming with post ideas and anecdotes. I feel like I don't have either anymore. And also I finished my wine so I'm sure that's not helping me either. ...the fact that I ran out of wine, not that I drank too much of it. There's no such thing as too much wine. That could be argued, actually, now that I think about it.

Anyway, we're gonna go the "write whatever comes to your head first" route tonight and see if we can't get anything done.

Firstly, I would just like to share with you my new desktop background:
It's kind of bad ass. College football starts in 30-some-odd days and if I wasn't getting excited before, I am now. Cause you know, desktop backgrounds have that effect on me? But seriously, I kept minimizing all my windows at work the other day just so I could stare at it for a few minutes at a time. Go Devils.

This afternoon spontaneously turned out to be a pleasant work-from-home-Tuesday which was both spontaneous and pleasant. But I already used those adjectives now that I'm re-reading that sentence. Also, "work-from-home-Tuesday" doesn't quite have the same ring to it as "work-from-home-Friday," which is usually my work from home day. I like to put on NBC and watch the Today Show, Live with Kelly and Michael, and Kathy Lee and Hoda. Kathy Lee and Hoda are always drinking wine. At like 11 in the morning. Someone tell me how to get that job please.

Speaking of jobs, I took an "ergonomics assessment" at work the other day. I didn't think "ergonomics" was a real word, let alone had its own department and assessments and experts. But boy do they. I learned all about good posture and appropriate placement of my office equipment...and I also learned I'm doing it all wrong. But is it just me or are the little pictures and arrows on your chair levers kind of confusing? I feel like I'm looking at a set of Ikea assembly instructions. Which I can also never figure out.
Life is too short to spend it trying to understand Ikea assembly instructions am I right?

I worked out the other day and found myself stuck on the ground cause I was too tired to stand up. I said "Nate help! I'm tired and I can't get up!" And then he said "I'll let you lay there until you're able to." And then I gave him the stink-eye and he said "What? That's helping people. Having them learn to do things on their own."
Oh. Ok.

My new favorite adverb is "wildy."
"You've been wildly helpful"
"I had a wildly good time"
Tell me that adverb doesn't make every sentence sound more lively. ...People pick favorite adverbs right??

Ok, please just look at this auto-correct:
What in the hell?? I found it wildly funny (see what I did there?). Also, for the record, I Googled "Khrushchev" and turns out he was the former Secretary General of the communist party of the Soviet Union in like, the 1950s. Or something.

So I've come to the conclusion that out of all the hours of the day Happy Hour is my favorite hour. Mostly because it involves drinks, and food, and drinks, and friends like these:
Jennica from Strawberries and Wine and Rhea from Hot Dog Food Blog and I went to school together since like, elementary school? And we were cheerleaders together in high school and now we happy hour together cause we're adults like that. And conveniently we all have blogs now so we do a little blog talk too. I just love good friends. And good Happy Hours.

And I'll end on that note. Cause that's a good note to end on right?


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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Weekending: Canyon Lake (and a few other things) Edition

Ok you guys, I had a really fun weekend. And because I had a fun weekend, it makes me wanna blog about it. So here I am. Blogging. Also, I'm two glasses in of Sauvignon Blanc (spell check has to help me every time on that one) which also puts me in a blogging mood.

A good Friday always makes the weekend feel longer, and I indeed had a good Friday this week. I met up with my dear friend Jennica from Strawberries and Wine and we ate sushi and ice cream and drank wine and watched movies.
Sushi is a new thing for me. Jennica got me into it, and she still orders for me cause I don't know what anything is...I just know it tastes good. I tell her I don't want like, the really raw stuff (or else I'll gag) but I love shrimp and crab and she picks out the stuff and orders it. That's a good friend if you ask me. Friends don't let friends order sushi if they don't know what things are. Is that a grammatically correct sentence? Sounds weird. ...You know what else sounds weird that really isn't? Wine and ice cream. I know you're supposed to pair your wine with like, chicken or fish or like, an actual meal or something, but really it goes fantastic with a pint of ice cream. Then again I often count ice cream as an "actual meal" so it works out.

Saturday I spent the day at Canyon Lake with my family. There was swimming, and floaties, and kayaks, and fishing poles. And it was fun.

K but really, what is this face and why was I making it all day long??

Also, what is this face??

Stage 5 clingers:

Stage 5 creeper:

Stage 5 lovers:
Ugh, sorry. That was inappropriate.

Can you spot my mom and I?

Yaks on 'yaks on 'yaks...

Oh also, there was this guy that jumped 115 feet off a cliff and almost died and Nate had to rescue him and save his life.
True story.
Nate was fishing in his 'yak nearby when the guy jumped and landed wrong, and since no one in the guys' party was helping him (cause they're idiots), Nate went over, grabbed the guy, dragged (drug?) him in with one hand, and paddled with the other to shore and carried him up to flat ground. He ordered someone to call 911 and the guy had to be evacuated via helicopter with a collapsed sternum and a punctured lung. So you know, just another day in the life of Nate...saving cliff jumpers lives ...one bad landing at a time.

Sunday, I hung out with my dear friend Charlene all day and we swam, and tanned (err, burned mostly, but it'll turn to a tan I promise), and floated, and had a fantastic day in the pool.
No one's life had to be saved. Which was good considering Nate wasn't with us and he's the expert life saver, obviously. I've never had to save anyone's life before. Maybe that should be a disclaimer when I hang out with people... "Listen, if anything happens and your life needs to be saved, I might need to just call Nate real quick cause he's the expert life-saver."

So you know, a really good weekend always makes Monday that much harder. Especially when you're like 4 glasses of Sauvignon Blanc in, and it's taken you double the time to finish this blog post than it should've...it might be a rough Monday.

Happy Monday Friends!

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Monday, July 14, 2014

5 Ways Catfish the TV Show is Like Catfishing in Real Life


At least 3-4 times a week when Kailey and Brianna and I are texting, someone says "Guys, what should I blog about?" The answers usually consist of things like "Why does my yoga mat smell like feet?," "Reasons Carissa should get a new yoga mat," "The texture of Quinoa pasta," "How you might bathe in ice cream"...and so on and so forth. But every once in a while, once of us has a good idea (not to say the aforementioned aren't good ideas, of course). And yesterday it was Kailey who had that good idea and so I'm stealing it. But we're friends so we share intellectual copyrights (i.e. I can steal her ideas - or at least use her answers when I ask "Guys, what should I blog about?").

5 Ways Catfish the TV show is Like Catfishing in Real Life
(...or, I went catfishing this weekend and this is my way to avoid a typical 'weekend recap' post)
Disclaimer: if you haven't seen Catfish the TV show, Google it now or else the rest of this post won't make sense

1.) What you think you've got, isn't always what you got
Anyone who meets people online knows the risk that the person on the other side of the computer screen might not actually be the person they say they are (hey, there was a time when I thought Kailey and/or Brianna might be a middle-aged man with a beer gut and uneven sideburns). But you might say the same when it comes to fishing for real catfish. It feels like there's a bite on your line - is it a catfish? Or Is it tree branches caught in a tangled mess? Or Is your line snagged underneath a rock?  You never know until you reel that sucker in.

2.) You stay up all night trying to make a connection
Catfish feed at night, thus requiring you to stay up all night in case you get a bite. I've never online dated, but you can't tell me virtual booty calls happen at 1 in the afternoon right?

 3.) It might drive you to drink
The guy you've been talking to online is not actually a guy?? That catfish swam by, nabbed your bait, and kept on swimming leaving your hook bait-less there in the water??
Drink up buttercup.
Although for the record, I don't need a tragedy to make me drink wine. I do that on my own free will.

4.) Size matters
Little fish:

Big Fish:


5.) Often times you have to travel to meet your catfish face to face
A lot of people are making connections with catfish who live miles and miles away from them, requiring travel in order to meet anyone in person. Bartlett Lake is like, an hour from where I live, so you know, I have to drive there. And catfish migrate and stuff (right?). So that counts as traveling too.


5.) Stink bait
There's this putty that you can use as bait for catfish, and the stuff smells terrible. Like, horrible. I feel like if ever you're in a relationship(ish) with someone you met online and you start to get a feeling that they're a fake and you start to notice all these red flags, you should call stink bait. Like, we should make that a thing. Like, the person isn't covering their tracks and they're being a bad catfish (or, would they be the catfisher?) - they're a stink bait. I just made all that up but I feel like it could work. Let's make "stink bait" happen k guys? ...the saying, not the actual act of tricking someone online into thinking you're someone you're not. Ugh, you know what I mean.

6.) Sometimes, things might actually work out.
You might catch a catfish. You might catch a human (the right human). Sometimes the odds are ever in your favor.


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