tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34968495507344504252024-03-14T01:00:57.299-07:00State of...where was I again?Follow a mother of two boys as she slowly loses her mind all while trying to hold it together.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.comBlogger201125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-18250301616433901072011-09-04T07:17:00.000-07:002011-09-04T07:19:55.662-07:00My summer...in a nutshell (part uno)Well my summer started off with meeting and falling in love with this guy...<br />
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His name is Jason, he's amazing and we have such a great time with each other. <br />
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And yes I realize that I have a thing for Jasons'. Hahaha Hopefully this is the last one. <br />
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Then my summer got REALLY busy with my nieces and nephew coming into town.<br />
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They are all moving to Germany so my sister sent them out for the summer. I loved having them around, even though they complained the whole time about how hot it was. Living in Washington for 3 years will make a warm summer day feel like a sauna to you I guess. </div>
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We just spent the time hanging out and being silly. <br />
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See. Silly.<br />
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OH then I turned 29 (yikes my last year in my 20's!!!!) and this hot stud muffin took me for a ride!!! Yes that's my dad, and yes Jason was incredibly jealous. Jealous that I got to go on a motorcycle ride and he didn't. <br />
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Next update...Deleware and DC, in one single weekend. Many more pics to follow!!!!</div>
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Okay so not really, I kinda lied. I wish there was SO much to fill you in on but really I got nothing.<br />
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OH-I ran a marathon.<br />
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I almost died, but I ran that bitch like it was nobodys business! <br />
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And apparently I'm gangsta now. <br />
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Ok really let me get to the point. What I've been up to.<br />
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Work is kicking my butt, but I love it. I am putting in 10 hour work days and although time wise it sucks, it reflects nicely in my paycheck.<br />
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My sister decided to move to Germany. Well she didn't really, the Army decided for her. And she hasn't exactly moved yet, that doesn't come till fall time. But I am now getting ready to have my nieces and nephew in town for the whole summer which I am stoked about. These kids are awesome, love 'em.<br />
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Um lets see...ok so not much to update you on. Even though I feel like my life is passing me by faster than I can process it. The boys are growing faster than I can feed them, friends are moving in with boyfriends, and babies are being made and born all around me. Nothing much happening in my personal life i.e. no I am not dating anyone. Hoping to change that soon maybe. <br />
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Well stay tuned, I have a lot of blogs cooking in my brain. Entertaining ones. Ones that will make you laugh your ass off. hahaCourtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-71014139898479964192011-03-16T14:41:00.000-07:002011-03-16T14:41:30.019-07:00Dating mistakes men makeI was recently reading an article titled <a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/sex/user-post-the-7-deadly-mistakes-men-make-when-dating-2465027/">The 7 deadly mistakes men make when dating</a> and I immediately thought to myself "wow, someone really thinks they only make 7?". I'm not going to pretend I'm perfect. I am SURE that I have made mistakes in the dating game. Like picking the wrong guy for one...haha<br />
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Now bear with me, I gave up dating for Lent (and no I am not even catholic!) so I have had sometime to think about dating.<br />
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So here is my list, in no particular order, of the mistakes that guys make in dating.<br />
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1.<strong> You go for looks, and OVERlook personality. </strong>Please don't get me wrong. I like pretty things too. But after an hour, you're gonna need something more to keep you occupied. Big boobies and a pretty face are nice, but being able to carry on an actual conversation os much more satisfying I swear.<br />
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2. <strong>Judging a book by its cover. </strong>Yes I realize I'm a girl. I realize that I may fit into that mold of being all dolled up in my makeup and high heels. But if you took the time to actually get to know me, you would find out that I am very down to earth, I look just as great in faded jeans and tennis shoes with my hair pulled back in a hat, and that I could be one of the coolest chicks you will ever know.<br />
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3. <strong>Not all vagina's are the same. </strong>Just like you get mad at us for generalizing you to be all the same, we aren't all the same. I realize that you have made poor decisions in the past and picked every single physcho chick out there that clings to you tighter than white on rice and freaks the freak out when you spend a minute apart...but I'm not that girl. I like time alone, I prefer for you to do your own thing so I don't have to feel like I'm babysitting you, and I can't stand the clingy crap. <br />
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4. <strong>Take me at my word. </strong>I realize that plenty of other girls feel the need to play silly games. The most popular one is saying one thing when the totally mean another. But as previously stated, I'm not like most girls. I have found honesty to be the best policy so I just speak my mind. Good or bad I say the truth. So please do me a favor and just do the same in return. Don't hype yourself up that your this great guy unless you can totally prove it. <br />
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5. <strong>Don't rush the sex.</strong> If you're a great guy, we will see it in time and the sex will happen. A girl far more appreciates a guy who takes his time (both out and in the bedroom) than one who rushes things. Get to know me, at least know the color of my eyes, the day of my birth, and what I do for a living before you try to bang me. <br />
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6. <strong>A little creativity goes a long way.</strong> Sure I can appreciate the romantic candlelit dinner, along with flowers and blah blah. But since I'm such a down to earth gal, I have an even better time doing things outdoors, catching a baseball game, or just hanging out.<br />
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7. <strong>Realize that until you become a major part of my life, you won't get a major part of my time. </strong>I'm a busy girl. I have a job that keeps me busy, 2 young boys that don't let me rest, family, friends, and everyone needs sometime alone. I make time for things that matter to me, so until you prove yourself worthy of my time you wont get much of it.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-91507468053885022902011-03-03T14:48:00.000-08:002011-03-03T14:48:21.515-08:00I'd like to introduce youI can’t hide this anymore. I am giddy with emotions and delight. I have met someone, and I am in love. <br />
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Let me tell you what has made me fall in love with this person. This person has the biggest heart. Honestly, this person loves and they love with their whole heart. They give without asking for anything in return. They will go to the ends of the earth for me. This person is always there for me when I am feeling down, offers me a funny joke , and knows when to kick my butt back into gear and gets me to snap out of it. They are my biggest fan, my most enthusiastic cheerleader, and the biggest supporter of all my crazy dreams. This person is the most beautiful person I have ever met in my whole entire life. And I am just in awe whenever I see them. <br />
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Now it may be shocking when I tell you who this person is, but trust me I have been in a relationship with this person for a very long time and I am completely sure that this is the real deal. SO without further ado…here is the person that I am in a relationship with right now.<br />
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Yes, the person that I am in a relationship with is myself. I’ve had a lot of alone time. And in my alone time although there were some tears, instead of wallowing in my misery I took the time to self reflect on things. I looked into what mad me mad, sad, happy. What made me tick, what really made me laugh. I spent a lot of time thinking about what I wanted in a relationship. How I want to be loved, what I can give to someone right now. And most of all, I have spent this time thinking about the things that I want to do. Just me. So I have gotten up and done them. <br />
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And you know what, I have gotten to discover that I am one pretty amazing girl. And to anyone that can’t see how great and amazing and fun I am to be with, SUCK IT! I am having a blast with myself, and its really starting to show and seep through to the relationships that I have with other people. Its almost like I’m a new person. NO, I am the person that I have always suppose to have been. And this person is pretty freaking cool. <br />
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So I continue to be in this relationship, date this person, and open my life to her. Cause as long as I have her by my side I figure I’m not doing too bad!Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-22447063352565003702011-02-17T14:14:00.000-08:002011-02-17T14:14:32.298-08:00Random thoughtsRandom thoughts from me today because that's just me. Totally random.<br />
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My son in the mack daddy of all preschools boys out there. He plays with the girls in class. I don't just mean he walks over there and gives a little "How you doin?" but he plays with them all day. His teacher at our first quarter parent/teacher conference told us she thought he was shy because he only wanted to play with the girls. Nope. Just turns out he's picked up the knack for attention from the ladies early on. He now has the girls coloring him pictures, making him cards, heck they even attack him with hugs when he's leaving for the day. This boy has the moves. My hands are gonna be full.<br />
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The weather here for the past couple of days has been absolutely beautiful and I think its almost kinda sad that the weather alone has been the source of my good mood. Really. I just look out the window and see sunshine and the kaboom...smile on my face. I am so excited for spring to get here, got some major plans cooking already.<br />
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I haven't worked out for like a week because I have been sick, and for the first time in my LIFE I am bummed about it. There is something about working out that completely relaxes me and helps me release all this unnecessary stress I carry around. Headed to the gym tonight and I am just hoping that I will be able to walk tomorrow.<br />
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I've discovered that I have an insane crush on my family doctor. I can't say that I just discovered this, I have known it for a long time. I got all fevered when he came into the room and actually blushed when he lifted up my shirt to feel my stomach. Yes my lack of human contact has caused me to get all hot and bothered by my doc pushing in on my gut. lol. Even more depressing is how angry I was when leaving his office knowing that I wont get to see him again since my insurance changed and he's no longer covered. Thank goodness that the boys can still see him under my ex's insurance!! So all is not lost, and I will continue having this ridiculous crush on a man that has to look at my medical chart to know my name.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-24329060413992004172011-02-10T13:45:00.000-08:002011-02-10T13:51:39.083-08:00Theres an app for that<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGc4TLvRP2EicR576QRdyZIBP2ZNb5NBKnbEMxxzWvUqTJACzBiEENDSNV3n5uaoGdUdQ7oGsxYY9DJf7y87Q-o7ycdOHt3bBqNHbo7yPVj4ufB0M0NT5yqUI6PMvBNkBbvGzm5FWiNY/s1600/Iphone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGc4TLvRP2EicR576QRdyZIBP2ZNb5NBKnbEMxxzWvUqTJACzBiEENDSNV3n5uaoGdUdQ7oGsxYY9DJf7y87Q-o7ycdOHt3bBqNHbo7yPVj4ufB0M0NT5yqUI6PMvBNkBbvGzm5FWiNY/s320/Iphone.jpg" width="176" /></a></div><div align="left">Fuck. I dropped my IPhone. My brand new, bought for me by my dad, doesn’t have a case because I haven’t had time to buy one yet, IPhone. Well give the guy who designed the casing for it a freaking raise because the damn thing skated by unscathed. WHEW!</div><br />
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I’m a single mom. I’m a working single mom of two young kids. Boys. Who like to fight, scream, and beat each other up. My days are spent tending to my 3 doctors needs and mending broking hearts. I don’t get much free time. So yes I rely heavily on my cell phone to carry on needless text message conversations and finding out the latest celeb gossip. And I occasionally do smarty pants things on it too like look up medical information or check out world news. My phone is my life line to the outside world. I would die if I were to say drop it in the toilet. Like I did with my previous phone. <br />
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So I got to thinking just how greatful I was that my phone wasn’t broken. Even though I was careless IPhone user, didn’t pay attention to what I was doing and dropped it, my phone went right along doing what I always want it to do. Kinda like me.<br />
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I’ve got a hard outer shell. My face is bright and shiny. I’m full of many useless apps that will make you laugh or get you important information at the drop of a hat. And just like my IPhone when dropped by the hands of a careless owner, I keep on going. I always give my all, I keep my battery charged as long as possible, and I’m there whenever you need me. <br />
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So yes I may be a little pricier than other models, my accessories run a little bit higher, and my face is made of glass so you must handle with care. But for the most part, my apps are either cheap or free, I provide lots of entertainment for you, and I’m guaranteed to make your friends jealous when they see you carrying me around. OK so maybe not the last part, but I told you I had a sense of humor!Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-46401394933716048592011-02-02T14:23:00.000-08:002011-02-02T14:23:04.146-08:00I'm (not) in the mood for love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTBU7ib7-Oy6INEwtR2NQR4a6lhin6HaOnaxR8GAELpIW1psVp34yYNB41eh8JugSlDo6bo7eTOlcwgikcTmWDNLoHLsMtMvGhKcgzqSOiG3YjP8JuyMOOK7iSzkzxw1SEVBv9x4RApU/s1600/heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTBU7ib7-Oy6INEwtR2NQR4a6lhin6HaOnaxR8GAELpIW1psVp34yYNB41eh8JugSlDo6bo7eTOlcwgikcTmWDNLoHLsMtMvGhKcgzqSOiG3YjP8JuyMOOK7iSzkzxw1SEVBv9x4RApU/s1600/heart.jpg" /></a></div>Ok this is not the bitter divorced non-dating girl in me coming out. But I think Valentines day is a sham. <br />
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I have never been big on Valentines. Don't get me wrong, I am a hopeless romantic. Really hopeless. I think up the cheesiest romantic situations, I should write some chick flicks. Seriously. And yes the girl in me is always secretly hoping for a big huge display of flowers delivered to me on Valentines day...at work...so I can make all the other girls jealous.<br />
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But seriously why does everyone freak the freak out over Vday? For real, get a sweet card, make me a nice dinner and call it a day. Why do we feel the need to make such a big deal over a made up holiday?<br />
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Why? Because its the one day out of the year that all of us follow the golden rule. You know the one we all learned when we were 5? Do onto others as you would have done onto you. But why do we wait for the one magically day? And seriously ONE day? That's all we get for romance? Shouldn't we be showing our loved ones how much we love them more often than one day out of the year?<br />
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I don't know where I'm going with this post today. I'm just irritated with how much we commercialize love. And with Valentines day fast approaching (totally off the topic but can y'all believe its already February?? Damn!), its just all thrown in my face and it almost makes me want to throw up. Really.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-67885690813922746782011-01-07T15:28:00.000-08:002011-01-07T16:38:27.361-08:00What NOT to do in 2011 Happy New Year!!! Yeah about a week late but whatever. <br />
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So you know how with a new year, you get a fresh new slate. A chance to start over. So that's exactly what I'm gonna do.<br />
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I've made a lot of mistakes. A LOT of mistakes in my life. Some are minor like forgetting to load the dishwasher or not turning in homework on time. And some of my mistakes, not so minor like hurting someone I love or dropping my phone in the toilet (hey I'm a single mom, my cell phone is at times my only link to the outside world!). <br />
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So in the spirit of starting over, and knowing that I can only learn from my mistakes from the past to make my future better, here is a list of things that I will NOT do in 2011.<br />
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1. Let my head fall in love before my heart does. Or vice versa. Its so easy to fall head over heels with someone who thinks you are the most awesome person ever. But its also easy to think someone is completely awesome when you don't really know the person. So next time (God willing it happens) I will try to find the balance of thinking with my head and my heart, and try to save everyone involved unnecessary heartache.<br />
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2. Um I kinda hate to state the obvious but I will NOT get divorced. Like ever again. Its hard, its taxing. It costs a lot of money and its not fun for ANYONE involved. That's all I'm gonna say.<br />
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3. I will not get into a textual relationship with someone that I can't or won't have an ACTUAL real relationship with. Meaning I will not get my hopes up over silly texts that state silly things, only to not get anything in reality. Words will just be words to me now. I'm going to need some actual proof. <br />
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4. In going with the dating thing...I will not settle. I will not waste my time. I WILL however realize that I am a beautiful, intelligent, funny, fun to be with girl and if a dude can't handle all of me, then he doesn't deserve ANY of me. Plan3 and simple. <br />
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5. I will not suck as a mom this year. I will stop making the excuse that I'm tired or don't have the energy and I will live every minute I have with my boys, for my boys. I will take them and show them new and exciting things, make sure there are plenty of laughs, and raise them to be the strong, loving men that I want them to be. <br />
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6. I will not pass up an opportunity to have fun! Ok lets be honest, I kinda did this in 2010 too. But I will try my very very best to not pass up offers of hanging with friends or doing something. Because who knows when I will be able to have fun again. <br />
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7. I will not ever think that I have tomorrow guaranteed to me. Because its really not. So I will no longer think that something can wait till tomorrow. Unless its the dishes in the sink, because those CAN wait. If I am blessed to wake up tomorrow, those dishes will still be there. I'm just sayin.<br />
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8. I will not feel self conscious about wearing my two piece this summer. Because I have worked hard to get this body to look like it does. And damn it I look good. lolCourtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-41725441509121914772011-01-05T14:19:00.000-08:002011-01-05T14:19:41.503-08:00Oh the Places you'll go<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm73djyrvKQPYvM_wTfUPndPMFvEyDSDEfeM53rduz2q5FvkFBXyalIosSKcZYt_P9n10-AsssTUnimcWk-k_fvt9BK5ZgA_bPnnC6NDpEQCT_Nf9VcLO9C04AxT2g23it4J_V9HhrjYM/s1600/ohtheplacesyoullgo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm73djyrvKQPYvM_wTfUPndPMFvEyDSDEfeM53rduz2q5FvkFBXyalIosSKcZYt_P9n10-AsssTUnimcWk-k_fvt9BK5ZgA_bPnnC6NDpEQCT_Nf9VcLO9C04AxT2g23it4J_V9HhrjYM/s1600/ohtheplacesyoullgo.jpg" /></a></div>How true this book rings to me today.<br />
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It took me awhile to get here. And it was never the place I thought I would be. I always thought I would have the husband, the kids, the white picket fence, and the shiny golden retriever running around the yard. Well now I have the kids, a tiny little wiener dog, and an apartment patio that is constantly covered in leaves. <br />
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But life is good, life is SO good. I'm happy with my job, I'm happy with my kids, and I'm just happy.<br />
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The places I have gone have made me who I am today. And I am in control (with lots of help from the BIG guy) of the places I will go tomorrow. Sometimes those places are dark and scary, but they make me appreciate the bright and happy places I do have.<br />
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So today in thinking where I have been and where I am going, I am leaving you with the rest of the most influential book I have ever read in my life. Oh the Places You'll go! By Dr. Seuss.<br />
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Congratulations!<br />
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Today is your day.<br />
You’re off to Great Places!<br />
You’re off and away!<br />
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You have brains in your head.<br />
You have feet in your shoes.<br />
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.<br />
You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.<br />
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You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.<br />
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And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. It’s opener there in the wide open air.<br />
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Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.<br />
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And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.<br />
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Oh! The Places You’ll Go!<br />
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You’ll be on your way up!<br />
You’ll be seeing great sights!<br />
You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.<br />
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You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.<br />
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Except when you don’t.<br />
Because, sometimes, you won’t.<br />
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I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.<br />
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You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.<br />
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You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.<br />
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And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.<br />
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You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?<br />
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And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.<br />
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You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.<br />
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The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.<br />
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Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.<br />
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Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.<br />
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No! That’s not for you!<br />
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!<br />
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Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.<br />
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Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t.<br />
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I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.<br />
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All Alone!<br />
Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.<br />
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And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.<br />
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But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.<br />
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You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.<br />
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And will you succeed?<br />
Yes! You will, indeed!<br />
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)<br />
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Kid, you’ll move mountains!<br />
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!<br />
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Today is your day!<br />
Your mountain is waiting.<br />
So…get on your way!Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-86679184133708432352010-12-30T12:31:00.000-08:002010-12-30T12:31:06.344-08:00BlessedAs I was driving home from work today, incredibly annoyed that I didn't have any plans for New Years Eve and wanting desperately to take a nap, I realized how thankful I should be for all the things I have in my life.<br />
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Its easy, incredibly easy to take for granted the many blessings you do have in your life. We can get so caught up in thinking about the things that we want, an working to get the things that we find out in the end, we never really needed. Expensive electronics, top of the line products, fancy cars.<br />
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I pass a homeless lady almost every single day on my way home from work. And I never leave the office at the same time of day. Today I was lucky enough to be able to leave a few hours earlier than I normally do. And as I came up to the corner of WH Taft and 50 there she was, where she usually stands holding her sign. "Lost everything, any penny helps. God Bless You." <br />
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In the midst of my thoughts, silly thoughts of "damn my head hurts", "Gosh I'm so tired" and, "Why can't I have a pretty, shiny, black Beamer like my doctor drives?" I started to think clearly. Thank God that I have a job that allows me to support me and my boys. I can pay my bills with ease. Buying meals is never a worry for me. If I wanna go somewhere, I can get in my car and drive there. <br />
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Life is a struggle, it is for everyone. We all have our sets of problems. But I am so incredibly blessed with the things that I DO have, I can't see stressing about the things that I don't. Because some people don't have the basic necessities like, food, water, or a home. Life is great and I am so blessed.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-64219346956691028502010-12-26T10:07:00.000-08:002010-12-26T10:07:47.286-08:00ResolutionsFirst let me start by saying WOW Christmas is already over. We had an amazing Christmas this year. I actually didn't feel the stress of running around and doing this and that. I got to bake the ham and the boys and I just hung out and enjoyed our time together.<br />
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So yes now Christmas is over. Moving forward as I always struggle to do, I am looking forward to New Years. 2011 already really? So as most people do, I start to think about my resolutions that I will make this year. Lose weight? Nope don't want to become invisible. Stay in better touch with loved ones? Already have unlimited texting. haha. I thought I would make some different resolutions this year. Almost a list of goals that I hope to achieve this year.<br />
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1. Running a marathon. Well a half of one but still. Because I just can't torture myself enough with just regular workouts and such I feel the need to kill myself by training. I hate to run. But I love to prove people wrong, even if its myself at times. So I'm gonna do it, and be so proud of myself. And brag that I ran a marathon. For a long time. haha.<br />
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2. Go for a ride in a little two seater prop plane. Because life is just not worth living until you face a near death experience. Lol. I love to fly, I get a rush even when I take a commercial flight. I want to get my license, but I figured I needed to make my goals reachable and that a one hour ride may be a little more affordable.<br />
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3. Finally learn to play the guitar. Because chicks who play the guitar are HOT! I kid I kid. Because I have ALWAYS wanted to and am at a point in my life where I have a little bit of free time. So why not?<br />
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4. Take a trip with my boys. I've got friends and family all over the states and its time we get out and see them. Whether we go near or far, that has yet to be determined by the bank account. But we will go and I can't wait to see the boys enjoy their first trip , at least one that they will semi-remember.<br />
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5. Fall in love. For real. haha. I know this one is circumstantial. But I want to make it a possibility. I've kinda put all of that on the back burner these past few months, but perhaps its time to change that. I know its gonna be hard since I'm a single mom, training for a marathon, working 40+ hours a week and I already have my life filled with family and friends, but nothing worth while comes easy So I guess I should rephrase it and say I want to make myself open to love.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-78302605074912924302010-10-31T11:10:00.000-07:002010-10-31T11:10:27.018-07:00BelieveAs easy of a concept it seems to us, we often forget to believe. I always forget to believe and I have it freakin tattooed on my wrist, literally. <br />
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One of my biggest things in life is that we always have to believe. Believe in a higher power, that things will always get better, believe in love...whatever. Just that we need to believe in something. <br />
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So as we go through day to day life, and the stress of it gets to us all, we often forget to believe. And then it only makes it easier to fall into the negative and learn to hate life. <br />
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But today, I am choosing to believe that its gonna happen for me. I will someday find love, learn how to balance everything, finally finish school, and find 100% happiness within myself. So today I am choosing to believe.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-22718814966918781392010-10-28T14:18:00.000-07:002010-10-28T14:18:30.448-07:00Why I want to marry Justin Timeberlake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlIKlcnd-kxm534NFoZN7OKB9hLltFAizgRGP8SaiRticz8RRtyf4FIQbtcxRokt358SgoaKulU0WnItq2cmxRRAmbz9mpu5xivwRUCPofv0_TCO1XNP6HR8PZTCffVmuVhAysoUe45E/s1600/justin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlIKlcnd-kxm534NFoZN7OKB9hLltFAizgRGP8SaiRticz8RRtyf4FIQbtcxRokt358SgoaKulU0WnItq2cmxRRAmbz9mpu5xivwRUCPofv0_TCO1XNP6HR8PZTCffVmuVhAysoUe45E/s1600/justin.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh where do I begin?? Justin, how I love you...let me count the ways!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">First and foremost, I love how talented he is musically. I was thinking to myself this morning just how much music I love that he has either done, produced, featured in, wrote, collaborated or whatever. I love music, can't get through a day without it and I think he is so talented.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Number 2. He is freakin hilarious!! He has a great sense of humor and I love to laugh. What a great combination.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He can dance. And you know what they say, the way a person moves on the dance floor is how the do...well you know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">His smile. He has the CUTEST smile ever. There's such a sweet, innocent, boyish charm to that smile. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He's southern, so he knows how to treat a girl. At least this is what I tell myself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aye me, someday I will be Mrs. Timberlake. Someday...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">OH BTW-the move went great! I am in my place now and living on my own. Its taking some getting used to but I will manage!</div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-71738927808049322362010-10-14T16:31:00.000-07:002010-10-14T16:31:45.101-07:00Moving day is near!Tomorrow is the BIG day!!!! <br />
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I am nervous, excited, scared. <br />
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To be honest, I have never lived on my own. Ever! I went straight from living with my parents to living with my now soon to be ex husbands house. I've never had the opportunity to run around naked (well alone at least), have TOTAL control over the remote, or been fully financial responsible for rent and all the other bills. <br />
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I can not wait to take on this new journey. <br />
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For once, I can paint my toenails in the living room and not have to worry about anyone else. I can have pink towels and a purple duvet cover. The boys and I can blast the music and dance around and be goofy. I can do things my way, and just the way I want it. Yes I may be "alone" or as I like to say as alone as a single mom can get. Yes I may be broke by the time bills are paid. But I will be doing it my way. And that seems like a pretty awesome way to me!Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-55472646448424318482010-10-11T18:10:00.000-07:002010-10-11T18:10:43.592-07:00Facebook is my daily entertainmentIts not a secret.<br />
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I wish I could keep my cool, be mysterious. But everyone knows it.<br />
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I am an avid Facebooker. <br />
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I don't think I am on of the obnoxious ones. You know one of those people that updates their status like every 5 minutes.And PLEASE tell me if I am one of those facebookers. Cause then I can delete you from my friends list. lol. <br />
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I'm at work BOO.<br />
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Just took the kids to school, now running errands!<br />
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I usually put up one status and that stays for about a day. Unless there's a game on. Then I update with every shitty call or team victory.<br />
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But lately the really small things humor me. Like all the pages you can like on Facebook. I can seriously get lost for hours reading all the pages that are out there. You know ones like:<br />
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You say I'm dirty-minded, but how did you understand what I meant? ;)<br />
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I really shouldn't have said that...but you pissed me off.<br />
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I try not to laugh at my own jokes, but we all know I'm hilarious.<br />
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Me? Sarcastic? Never.<br />
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or my fav<br />
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Intelligent, classy, well-educated women who say FUCK a lot.<br />
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I'm a simple girl, simple things amuse me. I will no longer be ashamed to admit that I literally LOL when I read some of these things. Rest assured though that I only actually like the ones that are really funny. At least to me. But I just admitted to spending hours reading stupid things on the internet so I don't know how well you can trust my judgement.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-57829793233793375562010-10-10T19:19:00.000-07:002010-10-10T19:19:02.618-07:00Stupid s*#t I sayI am a well educated person. I like to educate myself on all things culture. And I usually think about the words I am going to say before I say the. Usually that is...<br />
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But sometimes the stupidest SHIT comes out of my mouth!!! Not dumb things a la Jessica Simpson but things that I just don't think about before I say them. <br />
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Take the other day for example. My dear sweet Luke was being a cranky 2 year old. He hadn't gotten a nap and I was keeping him up because it was too late to take a nap. So of course with every little thing he whines. "Hey Lucas do you want some candy (yes I DO result to desperate measures in desperate times)?". "NNNNNNNNNNOOOOO Mommy I don't want you!". So after several minutes of hearing him whine, I lost my cool and blurted out "Gosh do you have to act like such a little child?".<br />
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Or when I was watching that show Life on discovery with the boys. We were watching how the hyenas do sneak attacks on the lions at night because they out number the lions, and they steal the lions food. I mean we are watching it right there, its right in front of my face and I simply ask "Do hyenas eat meat?". Of course they do dumb ass, that's why they are risking their life and limbs right there on TV to steal a dead animal from a pride of lions.<br />
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Sometimes when I turn on a football game, and I have to ask "Who are they playing?" because its just not that obvious to me who the other team is, that's a classic.<br />
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But my all time favorite, and one that my family will never let me live down...I was cheering for basketball my freshman year. There really wasn't a crowd to be cheering for, I do believe our team was sucking butt, and I was literally exhausted. So our team goes up for a free throw. And us being the peppy cheerleaders that we were suppose to be, we needed to (as they say) show our spirit. And all I could think was "just get the f-ing ball in the hoop so we can get on with the game and go home" so right as the "crowd" went quiet, I shouted out "Get it in!". For EVERY ONE to hear. <br />
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So yes I say stupid shit, and I happen to say stupid shit a lot. You know a girl can only devote SO much time to being smart, funny, sexy, and well spoken. Every once in awhile, they real me comes out, and I have to say...its pretty comical.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-2020329123438275592010-10-09T10:23:00.000-07:002010-10-09T10:23:32.765-07:00The friendships I keep<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnaiS7YJ_hOn2foq5c37nHtw5rBKjuk9aLYRzJ3x9hrGFd3EYxQaby_UhyphenhyphenXQcI3mWLq6alStlWOV0xG-WEy-ewqL1APyS-g3DTdZtBsY6EeIkdRRCqDVgvTR_hb_R5NoekA84AbbhnyM/s1600/bestfriend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnaiS7YJ_hOn2foq5c37nHtw5rBKjuk9aLYRzJ3x9hrGFd3EYxQaby_UhyphenhyphenXQcI3mWLq6alStlWOV0xG-WEy-ewqL1APyS-g3DTdZtBsY6EeIkdRRCqDVgvTR_hb_R5NoekA84AbbhnyM/s1600/bestfriend.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I should be packing. I move next weekend and I really need to get all my crap together. But as I often do, I am procrastinating so I veered my way over here and thought I would blog instead.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I got to thinking about the many friendships I keep and how odd my circle of friends is. Not that any of my friends are odd mind you, or maybe they are and that's why we get along so well. But I meant the situations of how I know them or what not that is odd. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Looking on Facebook (cause we all know that all 200 and something people on my friends list are the best of the best friends), you will see that I have several friends from all over the states. Colorado, Texas, Hawaii. Some of my friends are those that I made in high school. Some of my friends I have never even really met in person. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But back to my "odd" friendships. I am one of the weird ones who oddly enough is able to stay friends with her exes. Its the truth. I still talk to my very first boyfriend from back in the day! But even weirder than that, I am still really good friends with one of my exes sisters. Even though she lives far away from me. And I am still kinda close with my ex husband.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Its kinda funny how we always tend to put all this thought and analyzing into our relationships, when somehow they all work out for the best in the end. Friends come and sometimes sadly they go. But those that matter the most to you in your life stay around and are always there for you. I wouldn't change any of my friendship, except maybe the location of a few, and I am so thankful that I have those that I can always count on. </div>Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-23722066886305829472010-10-07T14:40:00.000-07:002010-10-07T14:41:26.616-07:00Just when you think you're having a bad dayGod sees to always find a way to send you a little friendly reminder that it could always be worse for you. <br />
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I know that we all have our bad times. Losing a job, or a loved one. Or even just a series of unfortunate events like broken hearts, empty bank accounts, and unruly kids that just get you down in a funk. And just when you think that things couldn't get any more worse for you, you get your reminder.<br />
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I've been having a bad last few days. With my trip to the ER Saturday, things at work, and moving within a weeks time, I've been a little stressed. And when your stressed out things just don't seem to go your way. So to be totally honest, I've been feeling pretty sorry for myself. <br />
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But I had a patient today that totally changed my thinking. This patient of ours had a seemingly standard procedure scheduled. We were set to remove 2 teeth for him. But sadly enough, he had Alzheimer's and had the mindset of a 5 year old. The poor guy was terrified. After everything was said and done, I was talking to the man and his caretakers that were there with him. While explaining to his caretakers that he would need to be on a liquid diet for the next few days I suggested things like juices, broths and milkshakes. The mere mention of milkshakes caught his attention and brought a gleam to his eye.<br />
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"I can have milkshakes?" he asked me.<br />
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"Do you like milkshakes?" I asked him back.<br />
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"Uh-huh!"<br />
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So I told him that I liked milkshakes too and I wish that I could join him for one but I had to stay at work and he so innocently replied back to me "You're not going to get mad at me for having one are you?".<br />
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Of course I told him no and assured him that he deserved a big milkshake for everything he had to go through. <br />
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Its times like that when you are reminded just how fragile life is. My heart breaks for anyone that has had to deal with Alzheimer's in any way, shape, or form as it is the most difficult disease to live with. So I went on with my day reminded just how lucky I am to have what I do have. Yes sometimes bad things happen, but its never anything that I can't handle and I know that I can only be a better person in the end.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-293399540643136242010-10-04T14:49:00.000-07:002010-10-04T14:49:37.099-07:00Random thoughts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-SnqJWAunbr8Sec_Y6o5AYH0ViuSEFhZ9Xd6Z9NRAaFB1RVQf7y1Qfm843u1NN3WsO_uu1pIv-WiLRDZSDlp7g9QDrFRol5lRt4LlwNyOSpnfw3TW0tp4qIfxtGx97Su5oa14WX4uESw/s1600/wtf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-SnqJWAunbr8Sec_Y6o5AYH0ViuSEFhZ9Xd6Z9NRAaFB1RVQf7y1Qfm843u1NN3WsO_uu1pIv-WiLRDZSDlp7g9QDrFRol5lRt4LlwNyOSpnfw3TW0tp4qIfxtGx97Su5oa14WX4uESw/s1600/wtf.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Welcome folks to another edition of Random Thoughts by Courtney. So since the work week is BUSY and I have to move in a few weeks, my thoughts are kinda scattered and random lately. Buckle your seatbelts and hold on tight, we have some really random ones today.<br />
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~So I passed a house on my way to work this morning where the people who lived there must have raked leaves over the weekend because there was a huge pile of leaves in the front yard. I have to say that a REALLY huge part of me wanted to pull my car over and jump into the pile. So what if I am 28 years old? And it was dark out? And I didn't know the people who lived there?<br />
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~Really what do people think when they see me jamming out to music at 5:30 in the morning in my car? Do they think "Wow I wish I could be that happy of a person and find joy at being up so freaking early in the morning"? Or do they think "Listen crazy, its 5:30 in the morning, chillax!"? I'm pretty sure its the later.<br />
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~Is Lady Ga Ga really so weird like 100 percent of the time? Do you really think she walks around draped in meat while she's grocery shopping or picking out underwear?<br />
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~You know I usually don't mind being lost in a crowd. Even though I am a lovely Leo and I like the spotlight on me, I don't mind being a small fish in a big pond. But lately it feels like instead of being lost in the crowd, the crowd has almost swallowed me whole and I have become the ground that they trample on. Its an odd feeling and I don't know any other way to describe it.<br />
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~I've gone a little boy crazy lately. Blame it on my raging hormones. Blame it on me being single. Blame it on the al-al-al-al-al-alcohol...lol. But I can't help myself with all these cute boys I keep running into lately. Unfortunately most of them are married. Or taken. Or don't notice me. Go figure. Such is my luck.<br />
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~OH-I thought I was having a heart attack Saturday. I was scared out of my mind. I didn't want to go to the ER outta fear that they would tell me that I am not so intelligent and it was just gas or a pulled muscle. But the pains in my chest where just WAY too much so my ex-husband took me in. Turns out I had pleurisy which is basically an infection between your heart and lungs. So I am not dying, nor did I have a heart attack. But I am better now, and I can officially say I have never been more freaked in my life.<br />
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~BTW-I have never felt more alone in my whole entire life than I did with my little ER episode Saturday. Yes my ex and I are still on good grounds and no I am not trying to play pity party on Courtney. But since my mom and dad live like an hour away, I had no one else to call on in my hour of need. I felt really alone and it probably made me freak even more than what I needed to.<br />
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~With all the sad sack thoughts I have been having, it humors me that my eternal "half glass full" spirit in me immediately follows a sad dark thought with "but hey it could always be worse and you can only make it better.". I guess its kinda comforting to know that sad thoughts I have sometimes are just fleeting and that I will always find the brighter side of things.<br />
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~On the plus side, I finally tried Nutella and I am in LOVE!! The good thing, I get the taste and joy of chocolate and its semi ok for me to eat. At least its not loaded with like high fructose corn syrup and all.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-36583599596962896962010-10-03T08:38:00.000-07:002010-10-03T08:38:34.582-07:00Music is the soundtrack of my soulOk so I may not be THAT big of a music freak, but I do love music. I usually have music on no matter what I'm doing. We have it on at work, I can't drive without it, and me and the boys LOVE to put on music and dance around. So its always on for me.<br />
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But I got to thinking today about those certain songs that stick with us. Yeah there's always something new to listen to or some great new artist, but it truly is the "classics" that stay with us forever. So I thought I would share some of my favs with you.<br />
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And here they are in no particular order:<br />
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~Me and My Girlfriend by JayZ featuring Beyonce. I pretty much love anything by JayZ but this is my favorite. I never get sick of this one.<br />
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~She's Got a Way by Billy Joel. My first boyfriend danced with me to this song on our first date. That is a memory I will never forget.<br />
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~Kiss by Prince. Because no matter how old that song is, you can't help but sing along and dance to it. <br />
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~ I just called to say I Love You by Stevie Wonder. This song of course was very popular when I was very young but I used to sing it all the time. When I lived in Texas and was SO far away from my family, I used to call them and sing this song to them. I feel its important to just call someone to say you love them.<br />
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~Sunshine of my Life by Stevie Wonder. This song always makes me think of my boys because they are the sunshine of my life. I used to listen to this song ALL the time when I was pregnant with my first son Eddie. The lyrics are really sweet.<br />
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~Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra. Also done by my boyfriend Micheal Buble and also by The Laurie Berkner Band which unless your a parent of small children you may not know the later artist. When Luke was a baby he didn't really like listening to music at night like his big brother does. So I would rock him in the rocking chair and sing. And his favorite was Fly me to the Moon. He still loves to hear it now.<br />
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~Crazy in Love by Beyonce. Haha. This song was REALLY popular the summer that I turned 21. That was a GREAT summer and I still have the best memories from so long ago. And yes I still try to pop my booty like Beyonce does in the music video every time I hear it.<br />
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~Anything by the Beatles. My whole family is very much into music but I remember nights when my dad and I would just sit together and listen to music. Some nights it was Meryl Haggard, some nights it was Creedence Clear Water, but most nights it was the Beatles. I was SO fascinated with the fact that my dad was a teenager when they were first out and he would tell me stories about how he watched them LIVE on American Bandstand. Good times.<br />
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~Anything by Madonna. Because it reminds me of growing up with my sister and how much we were in love with her. I remember when my sister was in high school and drove her Saab. We would blast Madonna in her CD player and cruise around the streets of Grand Junction. <br />
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~Some Broadway things like the soundtrack of Chicago, Les Miserable, Oklahoma, and so many more. Because they remind me of my high school days when I had big dreams of going to a performance arts school and performing on Broadway some day. I still love the theatre to this day so yes sometimes my music to jam to is Broadway tunes.<br />
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Its funny how some lyrics to certain songs can really get to you. Some you hear and LOVE until the radio out plays them and then you never want to listen to again. But there are those that stick with you forever and you will never get tired of hearing them. I have many more songs that mean so much to me but I could go on forever with those.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-1498193692283734012010-09-30T15:08:00.000-07:002010-09-30T15:08:58.671-07:00The most AWESOME kids ever!Ok you know that I <strike>love </strike>hate to brag about my boys. But I just have to for a minute. These two boy are the most amazing kids...EVER! Yes, oh my goodness they drive me nuts at least 5 times a day but they are SO awesome that I often forget those moments.<br />
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Eddie is totally rocking preschool. You should have heard my excitement the other day when I was looking over his school work and admiring his I's. He's coming home singing songs that they have learned and he's so proud of his artwork. But the cutest thing is the relationships he's starting to develop. For the longest time he was telling me about a girl in his class named Barry. I thought to myself Barry? That's an odd name but hey to each their own. I soon discovered that her name was Bailey and he was just pronouncing it wrong. My boys first crush, too cute! And when I am lucky and get to pick him up right after school, everyone in his class has to make sure to say goodbye.<br />
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Lucas just seems to be getting bigger. Even though size wise he's kinda small...he's really starting to learn his ABC's and he can count to 10. And because his older brother is SO cool, he's really looking forward to going to school himself. <br />
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I love these guys. They really make my life what it is. I love being their mom. It is honestly the biggest challenge I have ever faced in my whole life, but that makes me it so much more rewarding. They make me laugh, the drive me insane, the cuddle up to me and they both throw a pretty mean football. I am so thankful for them.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-5328533410540281262010-09-29T14:22:00.000-07:002010-09-29T14:22:11.494-07:00He's just not that into youOr is he?<br />
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Is he being nice, or is he laying the groundwork to potentially blow your socks off? Does he just want to get into your pants or does he really see that picket fence with 2.5 kids and a golden retriever with you?<br />
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Oh the questions. The pondering. The many situations that you play out in your head.<br />
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It sucks to be a girl, and to have emotion driving your every force. Because you can't just take it for what it is, you have to psycho analyze EVERYTHING. And the sad thing is you don't even realize your doing it. Its like diarrhea of the mind, it just comes out without warning.<br />
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When all we really want to know is do you like me? And do you like me for the goofy girl that I am? Because so many have fooled me in the past.<br />
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We can't help it. Its how we are wired. <br />
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So for now, I lay my mind to rest. Cause I'm tired of wondering IF a guy likes me or what I could do to make a guy like me more. My mindset will be more aimed as to what a freakin LOSER he is for not seeing how cool of a chick I am and his loss. <br />
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I'm just sayin.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-2553370134616562332010-09-28T09:47:00.000-07:002010-09-28T09:47:50.051-07:00Making the moveSo the big moving day for me is on the 15th. I am SO super excited, a little bit scared, and SO ready to do this. <br />
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Why you ask?<br />
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Because I have been living with my soon to be ex husband since we separated. I know to the outside looking in how awkward, uncomfortable, and just plain 'ol weird this sounds. But I will give you the story, at least the short version.<br />
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I was a stay at home mom for 4 years. It was the best decision for our family at the time for me to stay home with the kids. And honestly, it was THE best decision I think we could have made, and I am SO thankful for all that time I got to spend with my children. But lets be honest...the pay was CRAP. Don't get me wrong, the ex hubs made the money, bills were taken care of blah blah...but I didn't bring any income in.<br />
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So I am starting all over again. Of course you all know that I am back to work (and yes I still LOVE it!) so now its time to get the show on the road. <br />
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I got my apartment and I move in a couple of weeks. As excited as I am, I am also kinda nervous. I have never actually lived on my own before. I went straight from my parents house, to my husbands house. So now its all on me. Which is cool, I am all about responsibility, but I'm a little freaked out. <br />
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So I am just focusing on all the exciting stuff of getting my own place. Like the fact that I can totally girlify the place and there is no one that can complain about it. I have a bathroom to myself so no more seats that get left up, and its my place. My home that I get to start with my boys. I am ready to take this on!Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-21184610386874769412010-09-27T13:48:00.000-07:002010-09-27T13:48:35.156-07:00Why does dating suck?Okay so of course you know that I read all these other blogs. Why? Because reading other peoples thoughts and opinions make me feel more normal that I should ever feel. Its comforting. My soul food.<br />
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OK. So I read this blog titled <a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/sex/the-7-most-frustrating-things-about-dating-2393474/">The 7 Most Frustrating Things About Dating</a> and I got to thinking...this dude could only find 7 things? lol. <br />
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So maybe this is this dudes problem. That he's finding dating frustrating. You know instead of enjoying the experience, just having fun with it...homeboy is too stressed out. He goes as far as to say that it makes you feel bad about yourself. So you're gonna feel bad about yourself cause some loser can't see how great you are and decides to try and find someone better?<br />
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So I guess I am feeling normal because I don't see the stress in dating. Perhaps cause I haven't been at it for a long time, but still...why all the stress about it? Just crazy.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496849550734450425.post-76060087051597304362010-09-26T08:42:00.000-07:002010-09-26T08:42:19.605-07:00All my single ladiesYes, I just ripped off a line from a Beyonce song.<br />
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So an interesting study was just published about <a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/sex/the-5-best-and-worst-cities-for-single-women-2393403/">The 5 Best (and Worst) Cities for Single Woman</a>. <br />
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This study is based on the operational sex ratio which is the number of sexually available men per 100 sexually available woman (sexually available? I'm assuming that means...single people), multiplied by 100. A ratio of 100 means a balanced population, while numbers larger than 100 indicate a surplus of men. A ratio of 110, for example, means 11 men are available for every 10 women. A ratio of 90 would mean nine men are available for every 10 women. <br />
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Basically what that breaks down to is this, due to averages, the number of single available men to single available women. <br />
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<strong>So in the 50 largest metropolitan areas in the United States, this is how they rank. Here are the top 5 cities:</strong><br />
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•Las Vegas: 11.6 sexually available men for every 10 sexually available ladies <br />
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•San Diego: 11.5 men for every 10 ladies <br />
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•Salt Lake City: 11.3 men for every 10 ladies <br />
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•Austin, Texas: 11.2 men for every 10 ladies <br />
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•Phoenix: 11.1 men for every 10 ladies <br />
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<strong>And here are the top 5 worst places:</strong> <br />
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•Birmingham, Alabama: 8.8 men for every 10 ladies <br />
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•Memphis, Tennessee: 8.8 for every 10 ladies<br />
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•New Orleans: 8.9 for every 10 ladies<br />
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•Richmond, Virginia.: 8.9 for every 10 ladies <br />
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And in a painful 3 way tie... <br />
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New York City, Philadelphia, and Washington, D.C.! Each of these cities has 9.2 sexually available men for every 10 sexually available women!<br />
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Cincinnati, the city that I call home right now, fell in the middle of the list. So I guess that's a 50/50 chance for me. Hmmmm...a move back to Austin is sounding appealing right now.Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13443504506327080503noreply@blogger.com0