stumbling and TAMNERS

wednesday is katy day.

remember?

so this one time

many moons ago

we were freshman 

and did freshmany things

in between these freshmany things..

was the internet.

there were two things that we loved more than anything else on the internet

so many hours.

so many laughs.

katy even made a pop out card for her crush from inspiration from one of the sites.

(this was before pinterest... be impressed)

are you ready for the websites?

this

and 

this

(make sure you have your volume up on this one... you'll love it i swear)

ha. now you're hooked too.

happy wednesday, yo. 

four things and then another thing

this

 (i wish i was a mermaid)

this

(do i want this? oui!)

this

(8% on rotten tomatoes = my kind of movie.)

and this 

(mini-holm. twice the cuteness of a regular holm)

BUT HEAVENS TO BETSY 

NOT THIS

(am i the only one who finds this horrifying? i like my babies fresh, not bbq'ed, thank you very much.)

chicken parmesan

my freshman roommate came over the other night

and we laughed and talked for hours

literally

hours

it was great.

she is bust-your-gut funny and sassy

and freshman year was full of times i will never forget

i'm gonna share some of these times with you

on wednesdays

(this first one will be short

because of the long intro

and i hate reading lots of words

so maybe you do too)

but first

this is katy

so if you see her on campus

say hi

ok, so my freshman year i had bizarre taste in music

(it hasn't changed much, but i hide it better)

(also, bizarre is a bizarre word)

one of my favorite songs was this one

you guys.

don't judge. 

i still listen to it from time to time.

(today. twice.)

anyways.

katy hated this song.

and one day she just exploded.

"GILLIAN. THE ONLY THING THIS SONG SHOULD BE ABOUT IS CHICKEN PARMESAN, 

AND HOW I THINK ABOUT WANTING IT IN MY BODY."

since that day

i can't see chicken parmesan on a menu without hearing this song in my head

and laughing hysterically.

third-wheeling

you guys.

this is lauren.

she's my precious lil sister 

who has been here all week.

i like her

and she has words for you.

Hello friends! I am Gigi's sister, Lauren, and I'm co-blogging this week.  So I've been visiting Gillian and Bryson since Wednesday, and I'm going to tell y'all my favorite third-wheeling adventure of the trip.  This is to be expected as they did get married two months ago, but this one probably takes the cake on third-wheeling's.
 Saturday afternoon we went skiing, and on the way we passed Scheels sporting goods.  Gillian told us how it was on her bucket list to ride the Ferris Wheel inside of it, therefore on the way back we decided to stop and ride it.  Let me mention that it was only Bryson, Gillian, and I at this point, and the Ferris Wheel is only a two seater (but let's get real riding in the same cart as a newlywed couple... how about no), so of course being the classy person I am I offered to ride alone.  The line took about twenty minutes to go through, and the couple was just being adorable as they do.  I noticed as I was watching the people going on that they all were either parents and their children, or couples, and there was not a single person going by themselves.
The worker who was seating us made it even more uncomfortable for me when he started asking if I was with the two in front (Gillian and Bryson) and if I would be "jammin" by myself.  As we went around I swear I saw multiple people giving me sympathetic stares.  I'm also sure we went around double the normal amount. After the excruciating long ride I finally got off, to meet up with the couple and have more third-wheeling moments.  I'm not going to lie I really don't mind these moments, and I think Gigi and Bryson are super cute.  So that's my story and I hope you like it!

why i won't be wearing my wedding rings this valentine's day

two straight days of posts... whaaattt?

i feel conceited

but seriously ya'll

tonight was off the chizain

in a derpy way.

so i was settling in to a night of homework

enjoying my last bit of cookie dough for 40 days 

(mormons can lent too)

when i sliced that dough a little too hard

with a giant knife

and took a chunk of my finger out.

so i banged on my next door neighbors door using my head,

got to the hospital

and got all sewed up.

they got all of the skin pieced back together

and i only had to endure 839384 fat jokes about me and the cookie dough

(you guys, why couldn't i have been slicing an apple???)

and now i'm home and loopy

and i can't wear my wedding rings cause my finger is roughly the size of Mercury

but bryson told the man nurse i would blog about this

so here you go, manly man nurse

the best part was my little brother coming over to check on me 

(he likes me)

and this:

huzzah for soft kitty.

nautical nonsense

what i'm about to tell you is truth.

it has been retold for many years

and is now part of my family folklore.

when i was younger, all of us cute little voigt ninos were not allowed to watch spongebob

GASP, right?

i think my mom thought it was dumb.

whatever, mom. 

it was a nightly tradition for the kids to sneak out and watch tv from the balcony 

after we were supposed to be in bed.

now here comes the good stuff.

one night, my mom was taking out the trash,

my dad had the tv on,

and the second the door clicked closed,

he turned the channel to...

SPONGEBOB.

we kids were shocked.

dad watches spongebob?

why can't we?

the next morning we tattled.

and from then on spongebob reigned king in our house.

but wait. that's not all.

this year, i got two sister in laws.

aren't they cute?

(also, that boy that is not my husband, that's Tom. He's fun and single, yo.)

they are spongebob and patrick themselves.

and with their love for the square,

my own love was rekindled.

i might watch spongebob on saturday mornings while bryson makes pancakes.

take that, mama :)

(jk mom i love you)

and then leonardo di caprio came back to life

you guys.

yesterday bryson told me that he used to think the titanic was just a cool movie about a boat

and that while they were filming, some huge tragedy happened 

and everyone died

which really makes this scene like, 1084736 times more horrible

anyways. i proceeded to LSHMSFOAIDMT (google it).

life is never dull here.

troy aikman wants me back

sometimes when i feel like this

i get visits from the girl on the left (my next door neighbor)

and remember i get to see the girl on the right tonight

and then i watch this

and i drool a little bit over adam levine  

and make sure my furniture isn't actually a killing machine

(did you catch that rhyme? #winning!)

and then maybe i'm less homesick

a g'day to you

is g'day hello or goodbye? 

is tallyho english or australian? 

what is a marsupial?

does hugh jackman really look that good, or are his abs painted on?

these are the questions that have kept me awake the last few nights

(loljk, i've really been kept up by watching documentaries on bigfoot. he might be real.)

anyways. 

this is kalli wyatt.

we lived together in a house this past summer.

(it was called the chicken house, and there will be blogs and blogs about that later.)

i was terrified of kalli when i met her because she was cute

and from utah

and that was a scary combo to freshman geeg.

but once i got to know her, she was actually cool.

and we have had so much fun together.

(pretty utah girls aren't always scary.)

and then kalli decides she wants to go on a mission

to australia.

so what do we do, 

to cover up the mourning that her sweet face won't be around for the next 18 months 

plus 39 days?

WE THROW HER A PARTY

complete with pin the pouch on the wallaby

kall, we all love you and wish you the very best in the land down under

and really hope 18 months fly by super quick.

The potato mouse

you guys.

sometimes i learn stuff in school that is incredibly gross.

like about hantavirus- a nasty disease carried by deer mice with a 37% fatality rate and no known cure.

and sometimes these fun facts that sit in my brain cause me to freak out.

like this week.

ok, so my apartment has a funk to it that came with the place.

it's kinda like chinese food and stale pizza (nummy, right?)

as a result, a candle burns 24/7 in the front room.

one day when i get home, there is a smell so bad that even the peach bellini candle can't hide it.

i sniff around, and find that the smell is coming from behind the fridge area.

OMG OMG WHAT IF IT'S A MOUSE BEHIND THE FRIDGE OMG AND IF IT HAS HANTAVIRUS WE COULD ALL GET IT AND DIE AND I DONT WANT TO DIE I HAVE WORK TOMORROW AND IF I DIE WHO WILL MAKE ALL THE SMOOTHIES?

i can be a little dramatic. whatever.

so i call my mom and tell her that 100% for sure there is a dead mouse behind the fridge. 

she, like a good mom does, tells me to make bryson take care of it.

and just like magic, he walks in.

he moves out the fridge...

no dead mouse.

but he has to leave right away again.

so i'm once again stuck in a stinky apartment.

i spend the next 10 minutes looking everywhere for the source of the stink.

guess what i found?

POTATOES. ROTTEN POTATOES.

guys.

that smell was worse than death. 

it made me never want to touch potatoes ever again.

and then i remembered mashed potatoes.

and all was forgiven.