Gunther and Me: A Comparative Analysis

You wanna know what my husband said to me the other night?

We were getting ready for bed and he was standing at the doorway of our (semi) walk-in(ish) closet unloading his pockets. I needed to get past him to hang something up so I tried to sneak in behind him so he wouldn't have to move for me. But because I have awesome timing, I slid in behind him right at the moment he turned to exit the closet and we ran into each other.

He gave me a look of exasperation and goes, "You're like Gunther - you're always in the way."

Gunther.

The dog.

Let me back up a little bit.

One of Gunther's nicknames is Visa...cause he's everywhere you want to be.

Literally.

I suppose you can't blame him. 

Gunny is a good dog and just wants to hang out with you and be wherever you are. Which also means, whenever you're trying to get somewhere (e.g. the living room, or the kitchen, or even simply trying to make it through the hallway) Gunther is always there.

Right at your feet.

You may even trip over him a time or two. 

Or three.

So when Nate compares me to the dog, at first I wanted to be like, 

"Umm, rude??"

In my defense, our house is small, so with two humans and two labs, it's kind of hard not to be on top of each other all the time.

But then I thought, you know, Nate might be on to something here.

Cause Gunther and me, we're alike in a lot of ways.

We both love to snuggle - both with Nate, and with each other

We both shed

...at least that's what Nate says.

Read it HERE

#lotsahairdontcare

We both get really excited when it's dinner time

We both love a good Celine Dion ballad 

Often times we both sit next to Nate and wait for him to give us attention...

We both do yoga...together

We're both pretty good at wasting time when there's other things we know we should be doing.

...like cleaning the house, or Gunther picking up his own poop.

He really should learn how to do that.

We craft together

Sometimes we fight over the same real estate on the bed

And last but not least, per my husband...we're always in his way.

It's whatevs though.

How could you be mad at a face like this?

Or this?

Right??

Carla Goes to Taylor Swift

Last week one of my BFFs Kayla, from The Lindholm Life, and I went to see Taylor Swift in Concert for her Red Tour.

Also, if Kayla and I had a celebrity name, we could be called "Carla." You know, Kayla and Carissa...Carla.

I told Kayla in all our years of friendship I can't believe I haven't thought of this sooner. 

Anyway, Kayla and I (ahem, Carla) have a long history of going to see T-Swift together...or as I like to call it, Swifting.

We've Swifted every year she's headlined in Arizona, which is a grand total of three times.

You're not getting any pictures of her first tour, cause they're from so long ago that they're not on my computer anymore, and I don't really feel like going and getting them off my external hard drive.

But check out last years' post HERE

We went all out this year and spent the $38740.00 $30 bucks on T-shirts, like the true fan girls we are.

That and plus I think it helped us blend in better with all the other 13-year-olds there.

That's OK though, ain't no shame in our T-Swift game!

I think it's safe to say Taylor just keeps getting better and better.

Her sets, her stage, her outfits, her sparkly guitars and microphones...you name it, it's better.

Ed Sheeran opened up for her...which by the way, is it just me or does Ed Sheeran remind anyone else of Ron Weasley?

Maybe they're related or something.

They're both British so...maybe?

Anyway, he made an extra cameo on stage during the show to sing their song together.

As she did last year, she had a platform set up in the back of the arena, where she played a handful of songs. This year however, part of it was on hydraulics and it actually raised up quite a ways! You can see it starting to get taller on the bottom right picture above. 

It was pretty sweet. 

And plus, it made it so she was even closer to us.

Which is even more sweet.

We were also treated to the full gamut of Taylor emotions too...as should be expected.

We saw:

Sneaky Taylor

Emphatic Taylor

Bored Taylor

(cause, like, seriously, I already told you, we're like never ever getting back together)

Confused Taylor

(Why won't anyone date me?!)

Sassy Taylor...rawr!

 

Melancholy Taylor

And of course, angsty Taylor

Oh so angsty.

I might've made that word up.

But you get it.

Angst-y.

Old school Taylor also made an appearance, with a stool and her guitar (and a banjo).

And I won't lie, I kinda miss old school Taylor.

But then I forget about how I miss curly-haired Taylor as soon as she starts playing my favorite number of the night, and we dance around enough to put a look on the teenagers' face next to us that says, 

"I'm impressed."

You should be.

Cause we're not that old, OK?

I wish I would've taken a longer video of this one, but you know...I had to keep dancin' like 

we're 22 twenty-six.

And sadly, before we knew it, the show was ending and it was time to go.

...but not before confetti.

Lots of confetti.

The night the Taylor Swift concert ends feels kinda like the day after Christmas for me.

So boring and lonely, with seemingly nothing exciting to look forward to anymore.

I should write a song about that or something.

Can't wait 'til next time!

Girls Weekend - Cause I Can't Think of a More Exciting Title

I'm sitting here trying to think of a clever way to start this post, but for some reason I'm 

coming up blank. 

...that and plus and the hubs has been sitting next to me cleaning his gun for like, the last hour, and the fumes from the solvent are starting to get to me, I think.

I think I might be high.

I don't really know what being high feels like, but I know my eyes are starting to burn.

Side note, I used to think that when I drank alcohol and I started to get warm, that meant I was drunk.

"Guys, I'm feeling warm. ...Oh my gosh guys I'm drunk!! 

I know it! I'm drunk! I'm really warm, this is it!!" 

Except this has nothing to do with what I'm going to tell you about.

What I was really going to tell you about, before I got sidetracked with different symptoms of inebriation, was:

Things to do during a girls weekend.

Give yourselves a pedicure.

...but ask my mom how to do it first. She's the at-home-pedicure professional.

Oh, and hide your dogs...or else my sister might paint their toes too.

I managed to save Maycee before it was too late.

Xena on the other hand...

Bake cupcakes

Lemon cupcakes with a raspberry goodness for frosting. 

I know what you're thinking...that frosting looks like loose stool.

At least that's what my mom said. 

Those weren't exactly the words that came to my mind, but either way...they didn't taste like loose stool. 

I mean, I haven't tasted loose stool but I can imagine what it tastes like based on its smell.

And trust me, these didn't taste like that. 

They were delish.

Eat said cupcakes...and forget about all that loose stool talk.

Take your dogs for a walk
Yes, there's a dog(ish) next to my sister...look down, you'll find it her.

Teach your mom and sister how to shoot your BB gun

And of course, last but not least, watch awesome movies

...and then re-watch all the musical numbers and try to learn the choreography.

OR 

ask all the questions you couldn't ask during the movie about the different horcruxes, 

and who the Elder Wand really belonged to.

Oh, and I forgot about drinking.

Some fun cocktails are always in order during a girls weekend.

But since I had momentary lapse in blogger judgement, I didn't take a picture, or even get the recipes for our cocktails.

You can mix together white wine, pink lemonade, and Sprite and you'll have what we like to refer to as a Wine Spritzer Fritzer. 

Or, you can mix together something like club soda, some gin, raspberries, and maybe a lime too, and you'll have a Gin Ricky. 

Although I'm pretty sure I'm missing an ingredient for that one. 

Or two. 

It's fine, just Google it.

But either way, just remember, if you start to feel warm...you're drunk!

And that, ladies and gentleman, is how you have an awesome girls weekend.