Sunday, September 13, 2015

Where is All Your Stuff?

You guys, I've been having a real complex lately. I cleaned my room and bathroom last weekend, like really cleaned it, and it took me all day. All day for one bedroom and one bathroom. I had to empty my vacuum canister about 4 times just for the tiny amount of floor space in my room. It really got me to thinking, am I the only one who has to work this hard at keeping my house clean?? Am I the only one whose house gets this dirty?? I have some friends whose houses are always perfect; not a hair ball to be found on the floor, not a dish in the sink...meanwhile, any time anyone says they're coming over, it's literally a mad scramble to get my house into decent shape. Presentable shape. Enough shape that friends or family won't leave being like dang, Rissa needs an intervention.

Guys, am I the only one with this problem?? Why is it a constant battle to keep my house in order? I like to blame it on the two labs that live with me that perpetually shed and drag in dirt and grass from the backyard into the house.
I sometimes (read: most of the time) blame it on the husband who lives with me who has so much stuff it spills into every single room of our house. I sometimes take the blame myself because I'm a procrastinator by nature so dishes sit in the sink because "I'll get to them later," or ten loads of clean laundry pile up because "I'll fold them later."
My favorite is to blame it on my small house and that I just don't have room for everything (cause it definitely couldn't be that we just have too much stuff).

I usually do most house cleaning on the weekends but, who really wants to house clean on the weekends?? I want to do fun things on the weekends! Kayaking! Fishing! Swimming in the lake! Drinking lots of wine!
Not dusting or vacuuming, that's for sure. I could spend more time spot cleaning during the week, but who wants to house clean after a long day at work and all you really want to do is take off your bra, sit on the couch and watch a baseball game??

I constantly find myself asking questions when I'm house cleaning like, "Whyyyy am I literally vacuuming my walls?? Am I the only one who has to vacuum my walls? Is this normal? Why are my walls so dusty??" "Can I just leave my dogs outside for like, 2 hours so I can enjoy a clean house for two hours?" "Where am I supposed to put all this stuff?" "Does it take anyone else this long to scrub their bathtub?"

Nate constantly reminds me, "Rissa, we don't live in a showroom." "We actually live here." We have stuff. We use our stuff." And it's true. And I forget that sometimes in my elusive quest for an organized, clean house free of clutter. Pretty, picture perfect kitchens and living rooms and bedrooms on Pinterest just aren't a reality for me and I think I've (reluctantly) come to grips with that. Some nights I'm brushing actual dirt off my sheets because the dogs tracked it in the house and up onto the bed. But you know what? I love snuggling with my dogs. I love having them on the bed and falling asleep with them resting their head on my stomach. So if that means there's dirt on my bed sometimes then hell, that's what it's going to be I suppose.
And if that means my house is going to be less than spotless because I want to have fun on the weekends and relax on the weeknights, then I think I'm ok with that.

...but ask me again after I've binge watched HGTV for an entire afternoon. I've never seen any of those people vacuum their walls...

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Monday, September 7, 2015

Labor Day Weekend

I dunno about anyone else but I was looking forward to this three day weekend for a long long time. For some reason the work weeks just really drag lately and it's like pulling teeth in order to make myself be productive. So needless to say, Labor Day weekend has been circled on the calendar for a while now. And I made sure to make it a good one.

Saturday morning we got up bright and early and I went bird hunting with Nate and my father-in-law.
Oh and Maycee. She's as much of a hunter as the rest of us. 
Better than me, actually. Way better. I use the term "hunter" loosely when I refer to myself - I'm less of an actual hunter and more of just like, a try-er. Me trying:
I'm not good and I rarely know what I'm doing but I try, dang it. In fact, I shot my first bird out of the air this weekend and I was so excited and so surprised that I actually hit it that Nate laughed at me when he saw my face and was like, "why do you look so surprised??" And I was like, "cause I didn't think I'd actually hit it!!"
RIP little birdies, you won the war but I won the battle. Or however you say that. Or maybe that's not applicable here I dunno. Anyway, it was a good morning and we all ended up doing pretty dang good.
Especially Maycee...
She's like, all you guys do is shoot the dang things out of the sky but I run and get them for you. Who's doing the real work here eh?? I mean she's right but...

Then I came home, took a shower, took a nap, and watched college football for the rest of my Saturday. If bird hunting, naps, and college football is wrong then I don't wanna be right.

Sunday (which always feels like a Saturday, version 2.0 on a three day weekend) we got up bright and early (again) to head up north for some fishing and kayaking. We knew it was going to be a zoo for the holiday weekend so we needed to leave early to get on the lake before everyone else...and also to get a good parking spot because really, who wants to park far and have to carry three kayaks down a hill with all the rest of your gear. Not me. We took my friend Sarah who got her first taste of fishing and 'yaking and although she was probs disapointed with the fishing (we caught NOTHING), we had fun 'yaking.
The cool thing about kayaks and being on the water is the ability to get away from everyone else. So while it was a madhouse near the dock and on the shore, it wasn't bad once we got further out. In fact, we paddled all the way until the lake ended and it was nice and quiet and peaceful.
It was nice and quiet and peaceful and pretty, but the truth is we just needed to find a spot without anyone around because it was time for a potty break. So we found the end of the lake, parked it, and used nature's restroom. Gotta do whatchya gotta do on a holiday weekend and there's people errrywhere. 

Monday was spent sleeping in (finally) and cleaning up around the house. And now it's way passed my bedtime and I'm probably gonna wake up tired to start the week out...but let's be honest, when do I not wake up tired for a new week?

Happy Monday Tuesday friends! 

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Sunday, August 30, 2015

The Catch-up of all Catch-up Posts

Hello America, I am Carissa Townsend and I will be your host for this next blog post and all the rest of the words thereafter. This is usually the part where I'm like, "Omg hi hello it's me I haven't blogged in soooo long omg but here I am," BUT since it's fairly obvious I haven't been around these here blog parts for the better part of about two and a half months I'm just gonna skip over that part.

I've stopped in for a Father's Day post, and also a celebratory paid-off-the-truck post, but for the most part, I haven't really checked in here all summer. So that's what I'm going to do today. I'm gonna check in and recap and update and all that good stuff, and then I'm hoping to get back to blogging as usual. Because I really miss it. I used to scrapbook as my creative outlet, and then I started blogging, but since I haven't done either in a loooooong time, what creativity I did have is like, spilling into work emails and I'm pretty sure a Harry Potter themed email at work might be considered unprofessional. Or also the lyrics to "Hungry Eyes" woven into my requests for information could confuse and/or throw some people off.

Anyway, I digress. Summer, right? That's what we were talking about? Summer "kicks off" Memorial Day weekend and we spent it up north camping and fishing with some friends of the family.
Although this particular weekend was not my best fishing-wise. Nate caught a whole weekend's worth of meals and I didn't catch a single thing.
Even the 6 year old caught fish on her Dora the Explorer fishing pole while she slept. But me?? Nope. Nothing. Not even a bite. Whatever, I'm over it (sort of).
I wanted a picture of all of us in our tent but this was as good as I could get with the selfie stick:
I don't know what they were looking at but it was probably a squirrel or a leaf or something...or nothing. They do that sometimes I think, just to spite me when I want a picture. They're like "No! You are NOT getting eye contact!" Whatever, I'm over that too (sort of).

So throughout the rest of the summer there's been hiking:

Lots of pool time:
Both with my guys, and their doggy friends:

Dbacks games of course:
I've made a good dent in my bobble head collection this season including Randy Johnson's Hall of Fame bobble:
Your husband is a keeper if he goes to a baseball game while you're out of town just to pick you up a Randy Johnson hall of fame bobble head. Thanks Nate, you're really nice sometimes.

Also, summer isn't summer without the 4th of July, of which we celebrated with as much patriotism and red, white, and blue as we could:
In fact, I tried to get all fancy with an underwater picture and a flag and all 4th of July mermaid-y and stuff,
But Gunther kept attacking me so it took like, 50 tries:
He gets really concerned and goes all crazy when you go under water. He legit panics and tries so save you like you shouldn't be going underwater or something. It's funny but really annoying all at the same time.

We made it out to Bartlett a time or two for some catfishing, and while I didn't catch a catfish I did catch this big carp so I'm happy about it:
On this particular weekend we ended up at the lake all afternoon, on the day it was 115 degrees with an excessive heat warning. I don't know what we were thinking either and I don't have a good answer for you, but I just made sure to stay in the water as much as possible.
Catfishing is fun (even when it's 115 degrees) because you're up all night waiting for a bite, and all you have is your cot to sleep on underneath the stars, and you can swim whenever you want. And then when you leave on Sunday morning at like 6am (cause it gets too hot really really fast), you deserve a killer nap until like 1pm in your own bed. Good times people, good times.

Also this summer, like last summer, my dear friend Kailey and I, we slipped and slided (slipped n' slid?):
Because kids ages 10 and up (per the label on the Slip n' Slide box) shouldn't have all the fun. We couldn't get the nozzle on the hose off, so that it feeds the slip n slide, so we ended up having to rig up a stand that propped the hose up, nozzle-on, using bricks and some hair-ties.We were pretty proud of ourselves, especially after being a few beers deep:
Sunday funday at its finest, folks.

This summer marks one year since Nate and I bought our kayaks and we made sure to try and use them as much as we did last year...which has been difficult since Nate is in the Academy and studies all weekend and hardly has time for fun anymore (boo) and naps a lot on the weekends like so:
But we've managed to get out a few times, including recently we went up to Woods Canyon and we fished all afternoon and it was marvelous. He caught a trout and a few Blue Gill and I just caught some Blue Gill:
This is Nate worrying about catching fish, and me worrying about taking a good picture:
Oh and these are a couple of my Blue Gill:
Blue Gill are just little things but they're quickly becoming my favorite thing to fish for. They'll come right up to your 'yak deciding if they should take the bait or not and it's just a lot of fun to fish for those guys.

Once 5pm hits, all the boat rentals have to be off the water and so the congestion dies down and you kind of feel like you have the whole lake to yourself and it's really quiet and really neat. I could sit there, in my 'yak until dark and be content.

We also had a visitor this summer, in Arizona....none other than Ms. T Swizzle and like we've done every year she's headlined, my dear friend Kayla and I went to see her tear the house down (figuratively, of course. Not literally).
We got down to these sick beats, and we shook it off, and we wrote her name in our blank space, and we welcomed her to New York Arizona, and it was everything we'd ever dreamed of in our wildest dreams. I really just feel like, if Taylor really understood how cool and how fun Kayla and I are, she would totally want to be friends with us and like, have us in her next music video. I would try to catch her attention on the internet but she does all her blog-stalking on Tumblr and I just don't know how to work Tumblr. I think maybe because I'm too old and not hipster enough.

So I think I've hit the high points of this summer. It's crazy to think we technically only have one weekend left of summer (unofficially) and then it's Labor Day, and then it's pumpkin spice everything and fall and sweaters...except it's still 110 degrees and none of that is applicable in Arizona.

I miss all my blog friends and I hope you've all had a good summer too and haven't forgotten about me!

Happy Monday!

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