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Monday, April 14, 2014

Things I Learned from New Girl

Remember how I told you I subscribed to Netflix? And remember how I told you I immediately looked up New Girl and proceeded to binge watch seasons 1 and 2 until 4:30 in the morning? In the morning! I did and I don't regret it at all. Cause guess what? I freakin love New Girl. It's my new most absolute favorite thing. I'm not entirely up to date since season 3 hasn't hit the 'flix yet (can we make "'flix" a thing?), but in finishing seasons 1 and 2 in lightening speed there's a few things I've learned from Zooey Deschanel and company.

- You're never too old for a Feeling Stick.

- It's perfectly appropriate to be financially penalized for saying and/or doing douch-y things.


3.) I've been pronouncing "youths" wrong this whole time.

4.) Not everything in life has to make sense. For example, the drinking game True American.
Does anyone really understand what it is? No. Are there actual rules? A little. Do they change each time the game is played? Absolutely. So the next time Gunther looks at me with those longing eyes wondering why the heck I'm not taking him out on a walk with me, I can confidently say to him "look, not everything in life makes sense Gunther, OK?" ...cause Gunther watches New Girl and has critical thinking skills and stuff. 

5.) Everyone has a Pogo. 
You know when you make fun of your friends and/or family members for that one really annoying thing they do all. the. time? There's a name for that now...and it's a Pogo. For example when my mom drives, she always taps her fingers on the dashboard in rhythm with the blinker. Hate it. Whenever my dad gets stuck behind a slow driver he always yells, "it's the thin little petal!" Every time. My feet sweat when I wear heels...and consequently stink when I take said heels off (too much?). Nate leaves lights on in every. single. room. in. the. house. even when he's not occupying it. Maycee farts like a human (too much?). See, we all have them. And thanks to New Girl it's now more socially acceptable to give your friends a hard time about them. Embrace your Pogo.

6.) Maybe just maybe I could someday rock some bangs like the lovely Jessica Day (er, Zooey Deschanel) does.
Probably not, but maybe whatevs.

I'm chomping at the bit (do people still say that?) for season 3 to hit Netflix cause, well, all of the above.  If you're not watching New Girl you're missing out. You're missing out on Pogos, True American, the best set of bangs I've ever seen, and...Nick Miller.

Enjoy your Tuesday folks, on three...1, 2, 3, JFK FDR!

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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Six Reasons Why Blogging is a Lot Like Dating

You wanna know what awesome thing I did this weekend?! I met some bloggers in real life. I know, I did that a couple weeks ago too, but I met even more bloggers in person this weekend. I'm on a roll with this blating thing. And I kind of love it. 

You don't know what a blate is? It's a blogger date. You know like how celebrity couples get official nicknames (i.e. Jelena, Bennifer, etc. and so forth)? It's kinda like that. Not really, now that I'm typing it all out, I guess it's just a combination of the words "blogger" and date" and since "dlogger" doesn't really work, it seems like "blate" was the clear winner here. Either way, I was fortunate enough to meet up with Brianna from Endlessly Beloved, Kailey from Hey Kai, Kayli from Kayli Wanders, and Mo from Ollivander Mo
We went to The Yard up in Phoenix for lunch and it was fantastic. The place was great, the company was great, and the food was great. There were even games (yay games!). All these ladies are super sweet and just as genuine in real life as they are on their blogs. I love when that happens. Go follow all of them. Now. I'll wait here...

Good? Good.

So anyway, as I was getting ready for this, and my previous blate I couldn't help but equate my thoughts and feelings to that of going out on an actual first date. I mean, "blate" does have remnants of the word "date" in it, so I can't be too far off on this. Which is why I bring you: 

1.) The "What Do I Wear?" Factor
When we meet other bloggers in real life, we probably shouldn't care so much about what we wear to a lunch date with other women, but we do. We probably care more about impressing other women than impressing men (mostly cause I'm married and I don't have to impress other men anymore). But really, when other ladies post "#OOTD" photos on their Insta and I'm about to meet them in real life, I feel like I have to step up my game. It's probably not successful most of the time, but I try nonetheless.

2.) The Creep Factor
You follow these ladies' blogs. They divulge almost every detail of their whole lives on the interwebs and you know almost everything about them, but when you meet them, do you let them know you know?? Do you let them know you creep all over their blog Every. Single. Day? That you've read their "Love Story" tab way more than one (or four) times? I went with yes on this one. That's what blogs (and every other social media outlet) is for right??

3.) The Phone Number Factor
You've been emailing with a particular blogger for months now. You comment back and forth on all of their blog posts. You follow them on all their social media outlets, and you think it's time to take it to the next step in your blog-friend relationship: texting. Should I give her my phone number? Is that weird? I wonder if she's even interested in texting with me? Should I wait until she gives me her number? Why do I feel like this is weird when I tell another woman "here's my number...?"

4.) The FaceTime Factor
See above. Except replace "texting" with "video chatting."

5.) The Catfish Factor
Don't lie. It's all in the back of our minds. 

6.) The Conversation Factor
Will we have stuff to talk about? What if it's awkward? Do we talk about stuff we already know cause she posted it on her blog (see #2)? You might even make note of all the things you notice aren't on her blog so that you'll be sure you have conversation topics to discuss (e.g. so, where do you work?). 

So there it is, six reasons why making friends in blog world feels a lot like dating sometimes. It's fine though. Cause I always say, blog friends are the best friends.

Happy Monday friends!

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Sunday, April 6, 2014

Spring Time, Canal Fish, and Gourmet Waffles - or, Things I've Been up to Lately

Well well, look who decided to show up for class. I did. I figured after two weeks I should probably make an appearance or something. The last two weeks I just haven't had the blogging mojo in me. I even sat down to write a post for my wedding anniversary and just literally couldn't think of anything, so I figured I should probably close out of Blogger before I publish something I'd later regret. What can I say, sometimes you have the blogging mojo and sometimes you don't. Lately, I don't. But I've been missing it. I haven't even been reading blogs, let alone contributing to my own. My blog roll currently sits at 292 unread blog posts. I'll get to them...eventually...I hope. In the meantime let's catch up shall we?!

Spring time is here and since I'm making a special effort to get my seasonal decorations up before the season actually passes I went ahead and switched out my wood pallet, AKA my seasonal decoration spot.
Bunnies and pastels make spring decor happen. They just do.

Spring time also means anniversary time, and Nate and I celebrated our 5 year wedding anniversary this year on April 4th.
Is it just me, or does five years of marriage sound so much longer than four? I mentioned earlier, I sat down to write a post about it, worked on it for about an hour, then scrapped it. When it comes right down to it, writing about marriage is hard...and a little uncomfortable for me. It's saved in my drafts so who knows, maybe when I build up the nerve I'll publish it.

Speaking of my husband, he went fishing in the canal behind our house last week and caught this monster:
In the canal. Fish this big live in a canal??? And then somehow all the other smaller ones he caught ended up in my kitchen sink...
...Except they were still alive a little bit, and when I went over to to take a look at them, the big one started flopping all around and I freaked the eff out. Scared me half to death. I just assume that fish die from the time you catch them, to the time you catch more, and then walk back to your house and put them in your kitchen sink. But you know what they say about assuming...it just makes an ass out of you and I...

On a less fish-y note, and more blogger-ish note, I had my very first blate (that's a BLogger dATE for all you non-bloggy folk out there) last week with Camille from Friday We're in Love and Chrissy from Let Me See You Sparkle. Let me tell you, these ladies are just as sweet and genuine in person as they are on their blogs. We had such a fun time at dinner and ended up perusing the aisles of Barnes and Noble where we all bought the same book cause it was on sale for $5.98, and when a book is on sale for $5.98, why the heck not?! Also, when it's on the list of "Books Every Woman in Their Twenties Should Read" we couldn't really ignore that part either.
...I smell a blogger book club brewing.
Blog friends turning into real life friends is my most favorite thing about the blog world. Go follow these ladies pronto!

Speaking of the blog world, beyond turning virtual friends into real life friends (and not being catfished while we're at it), I also love hearing about awesome things that I'm missing out on...like gourmet waffle food trucks. And this weekend I was finally able to track one down in my area. Score one for me. And since it was Nate and my anniversary weekend and I had a whole day to myself with him (this doesn't happen often) we decided to do the waffle thing for breakfast (or breakfast/dessert-ish). Score two for me. We tracked down the Waffle Crush food truck at the Gilbert Farmer's Market and omg...

A gourmet waffle topped with banana's and Nutella for me, and some other berry concoction for Nate...
If heaven were to have a flavor, it would be this. ...The Nutella one, le duh. If you're in the East Valley in AZ, please do yourself a favor and find the Waffle Crush truck and eat some waffles. You won't regret it.

After we polished off our breakfast that really should be counted as dessert, we headed out to Phoenix to the Desert Botanical Garden where the Chihuly in the Garden exhibit is going on through May.

Chihuly (I forget his first name) is an artist who does all kids of crazy glass sculptures, and every year or so the Desert Botanical Gardens hosts some of his work. Since I can't really explain how amazing it is, I'll let you see for yourself...i.e. I'm about to inundate you with a crap-ton of pictures...
Impressive, right?!

I finished this weekend off with some serious R&R:
...and I'm not mad about it. I dubbed it: "Sunday Poolday." You know, like, "Sunday Funday," except with the "pool" part added in. I know, it doesn't quite have the same ring to it, but whatever, we can make it work right?

And on that note, have a happy Monday friends!

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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Weekend Recap: Don't Make Me Talk to You

Welp, here we are again peeps. Monday is upon us and time for yet another weekend recap. I didn't do much this weekend because I was in one of those moods where I didn't want to talk to anyone. Not because I was mad or annoyed or anything, I just literally didn't want to speak to anyone. I didn't want to have to be "on." I was "on" in a big way all week starting a new job and trying to make good first impressions and by the time Friday afternoon hit I was over it. I just wanted to be at home, sit quietly by myself with my thoughts, my pizza, my wine, and the Suns game and not have to say a word to anyone. Including Nate. He's not much of a talker anyway so it works out. There were things I could've done, maybe should've done this weekend but I just flat out didn't want to. Nothing personal, nothing's wrong, I really just wanted to turn off this weekend. ...See what I did there? Turn up? Turn off? I probably don't listen to enough rap music to make that joke, but whatever.

Saturday morning I slept until past 11am (it's fine, judge me), made myself breakfast, caught up on some Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, then got an invite from my mom who was at The Great American Barbeque and Beer festival downtown with my dad. I thought to myself why the heck not? You're probably like, "I thought you didn't want to talk to anyone all weekend, now you're going to a festival?" I can assure you I didn't talk to a single stranger (actually that's a lie, I had to say "I'll have the pork please" to the gentleman working the food truck), and my parents and I can sit comfortably in the cool grass, eating our BBQ sliders and no one's obligated to make conversation. No one's obligated to be "on."

Saturday night I had all to myself since Nate was gone for the weekend. I've been trying to make an effort to enjoy the amazing weather here in AZ before it gets too hot, so I decided to shake things up a little bit and took my blog reading outdoors to my patio.
Yes, that computer you're seeing is a 2007 Macbook with dirty keys and dirty palm prints on it. I'm terrible at both cleaning my technology and updating it. It's fine.
I was hundreds of unread posts deep after being absent most of the week, so I think I'm finally all caught up with your lives. Also, if you had like, a barrage of comments from me in your inbox all at once...that's why. I can't guarantee it won't happen again this week. 

After the sun went down I went back inside to catch up on some Real Housewives of Atlanta, then watched my first regular season major league baseball game, cause guess what?!
The Diamondbacks have been in Australia this week for the opening series of Major League Baseball. I won't talk about the outcome cause there's some serious mud slinging going on in my family between Diamondbacks and Dodgers fans and quite frankly, I'm a sore loser and don't really wanna hear about it. Also, I haven't really stepped up my s**t talking game yet so there's that too. What I will talk about however, are a few fun factoids I learned about Australia throughout the broadcasts: 
1.) Koala bears sleep 18-20 hours a day ...I must've been a Koala bear in my previous life.
2.) Cricket is a sport, not an insect. In this context anyway.
3.) The average age of the Australian population is 37. ...Social Security probably isn't high on their list of political priorities eh...mate? Wait, do they even have Social Security in Australia? 

After the baseball game...actually I take it back, it was probably more like the 7th inning (yes, it was that bad), I probably made the biggest mistake of my entire weekend. I subscribed to Netflix. And then I proceeded to binge-watch New Girl until 4:30 in the morning. 4:30 in the morning! 
I think this is why I never tried drugs in my life. Cause if I start, I just don't know how to stop. I've completed the entire first season of New Girl and the first 1/3rd of the second season all within a 15 hour span. That's probably not healthy.  

With Monday upon us I'm definitely gonna have to flip the switch and turn back "on" again, but I sure did enjoy a weekend to myself not talking to anyone. No offense or anything of course...


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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Things I Think About on My First Day of Work

Alright people, I have good news to report: I made it through my first two days of of my new job. It's true, I started the new gig and have gotten through two days without the world coming to an end. You all were right. I had nothing to worry about. That's what the blog world is for right? I come and tell you how worried I am about things, you tell me I'm silly, I don't believe you, and then it turns out you're right anyway. Good job guys, you win again.

I have a few housekeeping items I want to let you all know about before we get much further:
1.) Totally not related to this post, but puh-leaaaaase go HERE, read the post, check if you are a no-reply blogger, and then fix it. Some of you might be like, "what the heck is a no-reply blogger??" It's when you have your blogger profile set up so that I can't reply to your comments via email. I didn't even know such a thing existed when I started blogging until a blog friend let me know I was one...so now I'm returning the favor. You can thank Haley Joel Osment for this Pay it Forward moment...

Also, you veteran bloggers aren't exempt either cause Google+ keeps switching you back and forth. You didn't know Google+ was switching you back and forth?? It is. And it's just as much of a pain in my ass as it is yours. Stop trying to make Google+ happen OK Google? Am I right or am I right? 

2.) Also, along with a new job rocking my world and creating all these changes in my life, so too has my blog reading routine changed. See, I used to do all my blog reading in the morning at work (cause why read blogs at home when you can get paid to read them at work??), but I'm thinking that's not gonna fly at the new sitch. So in the meantime, my Bloglovin' feed will get up to hundreds of unread blogs until I figure out when the heck to catch up on all your lives. Forgive me.

I told you I had a "few" housekeeping items to touch on, but it turns out I only had two. When I was a kid, my mom explained to me that a "few" means 3 or more, and a "couple" means 2. So I lied. I only had a couple housekeeping items for you versus the few. Forgive me.

Moving on.

As I was going about my first day at work on Monday I was trying to make note of the actual thoughts that came to my head...for no other reason than I've been low on things to blog about lately so I thought that might make for an interesting post. I'm probably wrong but I'm gonna do it anyway...

Things I Think About on my First Day of Work

"If this 'temporary badge' doesn't work and the door doesn't open for me when I scan it, I'm gonna feel realllly stupid."

"You call your IT desk SPOC??...so.many.jokes."

"Is it too soon for a smiley face in this email?"

"Microsoft Lync...so like, AIM for adults who work in an office?"

"These microwaves aren't in an enclosed area. I wonder if people will be mad when I heat up my fish from last night..."

"Do I look as "new" as I feel?"

"She is sitting right next to me...do I have bad breath?"

"SWAG!! Stuff We All Get. ...I miss Michael Scott."


"I wonder if Instagram will load better than it did at my old office."

"Will my Duck Dynasty Poster fit in this cube?"

"'Employee Ergonomics Program?'...I thought "ergonomics" was a made up word"

"Will I look lazy if I ask about the telecommuting policy?"

"This floor is really squeaky. I hope people don't think I'm...tooting."

"I wonder if I should just go to lunch or if I should wait until someone says it's OK"

"Does it make me look bad if she asks me, 'Do you have any questions?' and I don't have any?"

"I miss Evan."

"I miss Quan."

"Will I look too eager if I bring in stuff to decorate my cube with tomorrow?"

"Wait, what?"

"If this were DES Evan would be sitting over there."

"Praise the Lord for electronic time sheets. ...We're not in state government anymore."

"There's a gym here? As in, on site??...We're not in state government anymore."

"That guy's wearing cuff links...and she's wearing jeans. I'm confused."

"Do I have any wine left at home?"

"I miss Evan."

"They're all typing during this meeting. Should I be typing something?? Did I miss something?? Something worthy of typing??"

...and so on and so forth. I could go on, but I'll spare you the pain. Cause the thoughts that run through my head on a first day of a new job are painful. Way too many of them.

And with that, I'm out-y like a scout-y, cause tonight I broke my rule of no wine during the week and I have a serious case of wine eyes right now...as in...must.go.to.sleep.


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Sunday, March 16, 2014

Pre-Employment Vacation

Before I get into things tonight I just want to say thanks to all of you who reached out and encouraged me from my last post. I'm super nervous about starting my new job in approximately 10 hours from when I'm writing this post (speaking of which, maybe I should be sleeping right now instead of blogging??) but I'm definitely less nervous thanks to you all and your kind words!!

All that to say, I took all last week off before I started my new job for a little pre-empoyment vacation, if you will. I should have exciting things to tell you about, but I really don't. And that's how I planned it all along. Just a week to myself to sleep in every morning, catch up on things around the house, relax a little, and enjoy the spring weather. And that's just what I did. Most of my mornings looked like this:
Coffee and blog reading in my jams. But you're not gonna see the jams part. The interwebs doesn't need to see me in my jams.

I celebrated the marriage of one of my dear friends, Mckenzie. The wedding was gorgeous, she was gorgeous, the whole thing was just, well...gorgeous. 
You know what else was gorgeous? Her necklace. It was this perfect concoction of diamonds and pearls and I was eye balling it all night and wanted to rip it off her neck. But then the Fat Amy in me said mmm...better not.

I got my baseball on and went to two Diamondbacks game in one week...cause why not when you're off work all week?? Once with my mom (by the time this spring is over I'll have converted her to a baseball fan, I just know it)...

...and once with a couple of my best girlfriends.
What is it about spring training games that makes life seem so perfect? You literally walk into the park and you smell the hotdogs and the fresh cut grass and there's a buzz cause everyone's excited that baseball is finally here and you forget about everything else going on in life. It's probably Paul Goldschmidt (herein referred to as "Goldy)'s face. Goldy's face definitely makes you forget about everything else going on in life.

I also spent time hanging out with family that was in from out of town, and ate the most amazing home-cooked ribs my aunt makes...except I was a terrible blogger and didn't take any pictures. In my defense, how are you supposed to take pictures of a rib cook-out with barbecue sauce all over your fingers?? I did however, manage to get this picture before we started eating, of Gunther thinking he's a lap dog (again):

And the rest of the week looked a lot like this:
Peaceful solitude. Unhurried, relaxing days. 

And with that, before it gets too late, I'm gonna go to bed and try not to lay there and worry about starting a new job and meeting new people and being in a new place tomorrow. Wish me luck... 

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