Weekend Wrap-up

I have one really awesome thing to tell you about this weekend, and one really stupid thing to tell you about this weekend.

Let's start with the bad shall we?

It was a record-setting 118 degrees in Phoenix this weekend.

That's pretty stupid if you ask me.

We set record high's for this time of year and only missed the ultimate high off 122 degrees set in June, 1990 by four degrees.

So stupid.

Normally I really don't complain that much about the heat, especially after 110 degrees, cause it all feels the same after that, but holy-crap-on-a-cracker, it felt like an oven this weekend.

So to cope, I ate ice cream, and didn't get out of the pool until the sun went down.

The other, really awesome thing that I have to tell you about this weekend, is the fact that...

I got a new car!

Don't ask me why we decided to go car shopping during record-setting heat, cause I really don't have a good answer. But you better believe I helped myself to the free bottled water at every dealership. I may have even put a bottle or two in my purse...you know, for the road.

But no matter, it was all worth it in the end when we drove off the lot with my new 

Hyundai Tucson!

A grand total of 15 miles were on the dang thing when we left the dealership.

If it looks like I have no makeup on it's because I don't.

I sweated (sweated?) it all off marching all over kingdom come in 

118 degree heat looking for a new car.

#firstworldproblems

So anyway, yeah it was ridiculously hot this weekend but hey, it's an excuse to eat ice cream all day, never leave the pool, and buy a new car.
Things could be worse I suppose.

Happy Monday!!

Bear Canyon Lake 2013

A few posts ago I briefly mentioned this really fun camping trip my family took a couple weekends ago, and never finished.

I think it's time to finish.

Over Father's Day weekend my family, and my soon-to-be brother-in-law's family went camping.

And it was fun.

The end.

Just kidding.
I suppose I'll tell you more.
Also, I can't wait for October when my soon-to-be brother-in-law Adam, actually becomes my brother-in-law so I can quit referring to him as my soon-to-be brother-in-law.
It's a lot of words.
And a lot of hyphens.

Moving on.

I for one, love to camp.
It's really fun, and there's always something to do.
Sure, I have dirt underneath my fingernails, dirt in my shoes, and greasy hair, but hey, so does everyone else! That's the beauty of camping...ironically as it sounds.
I don't have to spend time getting ready and putting make-up on in the morning.
Heck, I may or may not even brush my hair...depends on whether or not you'd judge me if I admitted to forgoing the comb.

So we made our way up to Bear Canyon Lake after work on Friday and set up camp...normally that would be a pun, but in this case I mean it quite literally.

Nate and I arrived Friday night to join everyone else who had the luxury of heading up Friday morning.
In fact, my mom sent me a video early Friday morning of her and my dad rubbing it in my face, the fact that they were on their way to go have fun and I had a whole 8 hours of work to get through first.
I replied with this picture to express my displeasure.

Not cool mom, not cool.

Saturday morning we hung out at camp and had breakfast while some of the men went fishing.

It turns out, Gunther thinks he's a lap dog.

Actually, that's a lie.

He's always thought he was a lap dog. This is no new revelation.

But he did prove himself to be an even more agile lapdog during this trip by successfully making it into the camping chairs with both Nate and I.

A lap dog or a billy goat...one of the two.

Saturday afternoon we rounded everyone up and headed out to the lake! 

Woop woop!

I get excited just reliving it.

There's an array of options for fun things to do at the lake.
You can catch crawdads, go fishing, hang out in the shade and eat chips, fall asleep in your awesome new Father's Day chair, or...drumroll please...go kayaking!!

My parents rented an inflatable kayak for us to enjoy for the weekend.
And we definitely did enjoy it!
My mom and I went out and made it all the way to the other end of the lake and back!
We didn't tip over, we paddled in sync, and never ran into any other kayakers.
Basically, we're ready for the Olympic team.

It's a bit of a hike to get back up to the parking area from the lake, and we had to do it with all our shiz, i.e. the kayak, fishing poles, snacks, and my dad's fold-up chair.
At first, my dad took the chair and Nate took the kayak.
When Nate made it to the top light years ahead of the rest of us, he came back to relieve my dad of his own chair.
If it were a play-by-play it would've been something like:
King, makes his way uphill with chair

...King hands off chair to Townsend

Townsend finishes uphill with chair

After kayaking comes quad-ing...if that's even a word.
We brought the quad with us for the weekend, so after the lake, Nate and I headed out for a ride.
...but not before Gunther got a ride of his own.

After the dog, and after my own ride, Nate was giving out free rides to everyone else.
My mom had never been on a quad before and neither had Adam's sister...or his neice...which is logical considering she's a toddler.

Sunday morning, Adam, Nate, my dad, and I went back to the lake for some early morning fishing.
Or, in my dad's case, some early morning picture taking.

Adam was the only one to catch anything all morning.

...And you better believe we ate it.

It was delish, by the way. 

In case you were wondering.

A step up from the usual...

Sunday afternoon we packed up, loaded up, and headed back home for a good shower.
Cause Lord knows I needed one.
And so did the dogs.
We always leave for camping with one yellow lab and one black lab
...and we always come home with two chocolate labs.
It's as if they bathe in the dirt.

Bear Canyon Lake 2013 was a success.
And after swearing off camping for like, 20 years, my mom has now successfully completed three family camping outings in the last three years.
I think she's officially a camper now.
A happy camper.

As are all of us.

H54F

I felt like I was overdue for a High Five for Friday post.

So I figured I'd get on that.

Linking up with Lauren for five of my favorite things from this week!

1.) My crush on Paul Goldschmidt won't go away.

It just won't.

And I think I've come to terms with it.

#sorrynotsorry

Speaking of Paul Goldschmidt, you should totally log onto MLB.com and vote for him for National League All-Star first baseman.

I'll give you a cookie if you do.

He's having a stellar year.
To go along with his stellar face.

I feel like his smile alone should get him into the All-Star game, but I'm pretty sure "smile-that-makes-your-heart-rate-increase" is not in the criteria.

We should fix that.

2.) My awesome new t-shirt thanks to my lovely and thoughtful friend Kayla over at The Lindholm Life.

Makes me happy happy happy.

So does Paul Goldschmidt, but we already went over that.

3.) The NBA Draft happened this week and the Phoenix Suns had the 5th overall pick.

I won't pretend like I know the politics of the Draft, or even NCAA basketball for that matter, but my fav sports talk-show hosts are saying it was a good pick.

So that's what I'm gonna go with.

And plus my dad gave it the thumbs up too.

My dad always knows what he's talking about.

4.) So You Think You Can Dance season 10 is finally underway! 

Technically it started last month, but I'm not a fan of all the audition shows.

Snoooooze.

5.) The hubs and I started carpooling to work this week.

You can tell how excited he is by the picture above.

We've never ever been on the same work schedule until now, and we've certainly never carpooled to our jobs before.

Come Monday morning we got in the car to leave and I looked at him and was like, "Hmm...this is weird seeing you here. In my car. On a Monday morning at 6:30am. With me."

I dig it though.

Happy Friday folks!

Weekend Wrap-Up

Holy smokes did I have a fun weekend. 

I'm hoping everyone else can say the same.

Cause fun weekends are the shiz.

It started on Friday with my Husband's birthday.

If you didn't read his birthday post, find it here.

Nate's birthday is June 21st, both the "official" first day of summer, and the longest day of the year.

Nate gets to celebrate his birthday longer than anyone else, ever.

What a lucky duck.

We celebrated by hitting up Dave and Busters on Friday night with some friends and family.

We ate, drank, played games, and wasted all of our tokens on that stupid coin pusher machine.

It's whatevs though, cause since it was Nate's birthday, everyone gave us all their tickets.

Score.

Little Miley even came to wish Uncle Nay-Nay a Happy Birthday

She didn't say happy birthday necessarily, but it was implied when she smiled at him.

You know how it goes.

We love the Lindholm's!

Birthday boy.

Saturday we hung out at this place called Camp King: Swimming School for Dogs.

Also known as my parents house. 

In line for swimming lessons:

Henry the Goldendoodle, with mom Charlene. 

and Joey the black lab, with mom Sarah.

If you do the math on that one, Henry and Joey plus Maycee and Gunther...that's four dogs in one pool.

Whoa.

We'd been trying to get Henry and Joey over to swim for a few months now, but no one's plans were aligning...until this weekend.

And boy was it fun.

Joey didn't want to go in at first, but after a good shove, he was a natural and swam all around, even with no ball to retrieve.

The dude's a lab, I suppose we should've expected that.

Henry, on the other hand needed a little more coaxing.

...he wasn't havin' it.

Although, I will say, the actual act of swimming, he did really well at. 

He swam the length of the pool to and from Charlene and her bf, Colin.

He just wouldn't go in on his own.

And whenever he did go in, his eyes were so big, it looked as if they were about to come out of his head.

In time Henry, in time.

You'll be a swimmin' machine.

It was definitely a stellar afternoon.

...Gunther, holdin' it down for the white boys all day.

Before swim lessons at Camp King, I got a pleasant surprise from my bloggy and real life friend Tyah, from Humble Haro Abode, saying she spontaneously decided to drive into Phoenix for the weekend and that we needed to get together.

Tyah lives about an hour and a half south of me so I don't get to see her that often.

So naturally, when she said she was in town I was like, "Umm, chyaa!" 

So we enjoyed chips and salsa and guacamole and margaritas while the sun went down Saturday night.

Yes, margaritas is plural.

Ain't no shame in our game. 

Sunday we ended up back at Camp King: Swimming School for dogs, for some BBQ 

and of course, swimming.

After two days in a row of herds of dogs in their pool, I looked at my mom lovingly and said, "Aren't you glad you guys are the one with the pool?!"

She laughed.

I wouldn't dare ask my dad that question.

I think I already know his answer.

And he'd for sure give me the stink-eye.

My sister made the mistake of taunting Gunny with her kick-board thing.

He decided he wanted it, and wouldn't leave her alone until he got it.

Mission accomplished.

And that was my amazeballs weekend.

Aaaand there's nothing like a Monday morning on the horizon to spoil your weekend fun.

So lame.

Ah, well, so is life.

Happy Monday folks!