Music Monday - Vegas

Hello my imaginary friends!

I went to Vegas over the weekend for a friend's bachelorette party. It was my first time back in almost 3 years, because... Vegas can be tough. We had an absolute blast with the just right amount of ridiculousness to make me want to go back again.

I had this song stuck on repeat in my head all weekend:

Also this song. Because my brain is weird.

Big Mouth Like a Bass

Confession. I have an opinion about everything. I mean, everything. I can usually keep the negative ones to myself, but sometimes... I can't.

The thing is, if I love you I'm going to tell you the truth. If we're good friends, I'm going to tell you the truth. It might not be pretty, and you might not like it, but it's going to come out. It gets me in trouble often enough, too. Because no one wants to hear it. I know that. But I also assume that we are close enough to be honest, and if it breaks us... well I guess we weren't really all that close.

Recently someone I love has jumped from a serious relationship where they moved in together after 6 months, to being engaged to someone else 4 months after the break up. I just... can't... keep it in. So I told them, as rationally and positively as I could: This is a red flag. This is not a good idea. You don't know each other yet. Yes, I know you think you do - but you don't. Take your time.

It's all falling on deaf ears. It's frustrating because I feel like I'm losing respect for them on a daily basis. Like, it's slowly slipping away and there's not much remaining. I know that sounds harsh. Maybe I don't read enough Nicholas Sparks. Those characters have some weird ass, unhealthy fast relationships and everyone cries over them. Of course, that might be because everyone dies in the end.

Anyway, there's not much point to this, except that sometimes I wish I could keep my opinions to myself. Life would be easier. But it's painful to watch someone make the same mistakes over and over again. I know it's their lesson to learn, but I wish they'd freaking learn it already.

Music Monday - Portions for Foxes

Happy Monday Bloggie Friends!

This is not a new song, but it's one of my favorites. No special meaning today, it just makes the early Monday a little more fun. I hope it helps wake you up as well!

Music Monday to Help You Hide Your Crazy

I promise not every Music Monday (that I actually get around to posting) will be country, but I just adore this song. Not only does it have a great beat, but "Run and hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady" is the type of advice I would give myself. I HATE showing negative emotion in public, so I just keep it in. That's probably how I stayed so thin was I was younger. It is probably causing cancer on my gallbladder by now...

Powder your nose, paint your toes
Line your lips and keep 'em closed
Cross your legs, dot your I’s
And never let 'em see you cry

Music Monday

This song came out when Brady and I were broken up, and I listened to it on repeat for days. It so perfectly describes what I was going through during that time. Don't worry, we have a happy ending.

Don't Make Me Take Global Warming Into My Own Hands!

It was snowing on my way home today. Really? WHAT THE F MOTHER NATURE?! You had an entire season to snow, and you missed your chance. Now is the time for more sun, warmth in the air, even mosquitoes for goodness sake. I know what you're thinking "but Carly, snow is magical and looks like little twinkly fairies dancing in the air". No, no, no, no. Snow is the worst. My circulation is HORRIBLE. It's bad as in, if I stay in the cold food aisle for too long my fingernails turn purple, bad. On top of that, I have a bum knee that responds to cold weather in a "I just hung out with Nancy Karrigan" kind of way. Snow does not make me dance around or get all giddy, especially when it's the second day of Spring.

 Spring is supposed to mean that it's getting warmer. That I can finally eat all my meals outside, and take walks, and go hiking, and camping, and take naps in the sun. You know what snow equals?

That's right. RAZORFLAKES.

So, no snow. Sorry, but "seats taken" (said in that really rude boy from Forrest Gump's voice, obviously). You better clean up your act before I start spraying the atmosphere with aerosol hairspray.

Catching Up Part 1

Why hello! Let me begin by removing your fears: I'm still alive. And life has been extra sweet and amazing these last few months...

So get comfortable, and I'll fill you in.

Dinner at Ray's

In August I celebrated my 29th birthday. I wasn't too into it. My whole life I had heard jokes about women pretending to be 29 for the rest of their lives, like life ends after that age. I think I wanted to just skip ahead to 30 to avoid being one of those sad weird women. Also, a friend of mine was getting married on my birthday, so I just didn't plan anything. I asked Brady to plan something for us to do the night before and called it good. I came home from work on Friday to a very dressed up Brady. He said he was taking me out, but wouldn't tell me where. I got dolled up, and we headed out. He took me to Ray's Boathouse where we ate delicious food and watched the sun set. Afterwards he asked if I wanted to stop by Golden Gardens and take a walk. It was such a warm, perfect night for it, and Golden Gardens was always "our place", so of course I said yes. We found the beach by accident the first time we had hung out as adults, and we go there a couple times a year. I popped off my heels and we start walking in the sand. Just as I started to recognize some of the faces at the beach, they turned around and yelled "surprise!". I was totally shocked. I had never had a surprise party before, but secretly always wanted one. Brady turned to me and said "I packed a cooler for us, and bunch of clothes for you, so you could chose what you wanted to wear". I got the biggest smile on my face, and thought that this was the most perfect birthday of all time. Somehow my wonderful man managed to satisfy my get-dressed-up-and-do-something-fancy side, as well as my drink-beer-from-a-plastic-cup-with-my-toes-in-the-sand side all in one night. We headed back to the car, changde, and lugged the cooler and firewood back to the group. Just as we get there, Brady gets down on one knee and pops open a box....

And asks me to marry him.

Hands down, my 29th birthday was my best one ever.