Saturday, August 23, 2014

Happiness and posting all the day long!

There's nothing fun about setting your alarm for a 4am wake-up call, and your phone telling you that you have "5 hours and 47 minutes until then."

I cringed on Thursday night when I saw this lovely message, and I just realized that all I could do was make it the best 5 hours and 47 minutes of sleep that I could.  I slept and awoke, and met my business-partner-in-crime for a long 13 hour day work day of deliveries all over the southern part of the state.  And now that I'm sitting here at 9:30am on a Saturday morning after a glorious 8 hours of sleep, I couldn't be happier that a trip like that doesn't have to happen again for 8 weeks. :)  Just sharing a bit of happiness with you...

Speaking of happiness (nice segue, eh?), I'm currently reading The Happiness Project.

http://www.gretchenrubin.com/
It's something I've been wanting to make my way through for a while, and it's good.  I tend to read (and enjoy) more nonfiction than fiction, and although this one's more of a 'how-to' if you will (for your own happiness project...after seeing the author's journey), it's been good.  To be honest, I haven't been reading through it as quickly as I'd like, but such is life when there's busy in the business.  We're headed to the beach for a slow-down, relaxing, glorious week ONE week from today (hallelujah!), and I hope to finish it there....pool or beach-side with not a care in the world.

Anyway, in the book right now, Gretchen (the author....we're on a first name basis) just finished mentioning that one part of happiness is challenging yourself with something and progressing through goals.  For this part of her project, she challenged herself to start a blog, and that got me thinking about this lil' biddy ole blog of mine.

Oh blog of mine, what shall I say?  This thing has been around (by some name or another...we all go through phases of change, amiright?) since April of 2008 when I had a lot to ramble on and complain about the pressures of getting an ed degree as well as voice my crushes on Sal.  (some of it is embarrassing, but I'm also to lazy to just go delete it all...haha....for example, the first one:
http://tryingtobeacardioqueen.blogspot.com/2008/04/myspace-is-so-shallow.html
Oh dramatic, emo 20-year-old Courtney).  I've spent lots of time away from it, but I'm always lured back into posting.  Not because I have awesome, profound things to say...but because I simply like to write.

So, one of the things that Gretchen mentioned with starting her blog was writing something everyday.  And I've been good at that in spurts, but I've been really neglectful, too.  I battle what I'm sure a lot of bloggers (if I even qualify as that?!?) do in that "Well, I don't have anything exciting or profound to say today."  But then when I think over the past week, I know that I could just document my life, and I'll be grateful I did in 5 years just like I'm grateful I did during our time in California and our awesome time in Washington, D.C.

So, here's hoping!  And here goes!  One post a day! (if possible...if I don't drag this computer to the beach, or there's no wi-fi, or I'm just too busy sleeping in the sun....don't chastise me :)

Also, please be prepared for boring, dull posts that just fill the spot of posting something for that day.  Like "Sagan ate all his food before 10am today.  He's going to be starving by 3pm."



Get ready for that kind of fun, folks.

Happy Saturday!

Friday, August 8, 2014

When I'm 88...

Today's my dad's birthday.

Happy Birthday, Harley!!! (His real name is Don....shh....don't tell anyone...but I call him Harley on here because everyone on the blog has a code name....or fake name or whatever it's call to protect them. hah)

He's 58 today, and like you may have noticed, was born on 8/8.

In 1988, his mom either made him a shirt or got him a shirt made that said "Don" in the upper left corner and then just had "8-8-88" written across the chest. haha  When he found it a few years ago, and it fit me, I took it and wore it with pride.  Also a little shame because college/post-college sized Courtney (I don't get a code name :) was the same size or bigger than 32-year-old, grown man Don.

On a side note, now that I think of it, that was probably an awesome birthday for my pops because he got a fun shirt made just for him AND his youngest, brightest, beautifullest baby girl and the light of his world had just had her first birthday about a week and a half earlier.  I'm just saying, it was probably a good time in his life.  Come to think of it, he may or may not have been recovering from a vasectomy...BUT let's not travel any further down that road.  :)

Back to my story....so today when we were chatting, he mentioned that if he's still kickin' in thirty years, that I have to get him another 8-8-88 shirt....I know it doesn't make the same sense because it will be 2044, but he'll be 88.  I replied, that yes, WHEN he's still kicking then, I'll definitely get him another shirt and I'll get one for myself as well.

This made him ask me how old I'll be then.  And I'll be 57.  wow.
1 year younger than what he turned today. C to the razysauce!

On a separate but related note, when I met with our CPA this week, she and I started talking about how even though Sal's currently unemployed, it would be silly for him to get a job and then ask for a week off for our family beach trip only having worked there 2-3 weeks.  And she totally agreed.  She's very conservative with moolah and saving and expenses (hence...a good CPA), but she said "I'm 65.  I swear I was just 35 and I blinked.  Have fun now.  Work hard, which y'all are doing, but soak up all the fun you can."

And I love that.

In summary, I will be eating 3 tacos tonight instead of 2 to have triple the fun.  And hey, there might even be dessert, too! :)

Hap' Friday!

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

P

Me:  *warm and cozily tucked under covers and browsing the internet, not wanting to get up and go pee.* "Sometimes I wish I had a catheter. "
Sal:  "Well, if you had one, I bet you wish you didn't."


It's been 8 months since a post.  I thought I'd return with a bang.

you're welcome for pee talk.


Sunday, May 26, 2013

Life ahead

I just stumbled across this video, and I bawled my eyes out.  My eyes are so red right now because Lord knows I'm not a pretty cry-er in the first place, but especially not when I'm sitting in bed with the laptop propped up on the pillow, a snoozing cat at my ankles, and wet hair draped around my face.

Though this is technically not a new message--to live like you were dying--it always serves as a good reminder throughout life.  Throughout days of getting angry over stupid things like people who don't use the turn lane, or the post office for returning mail that should've reached its destination by the time it comes back to your doorstep.  Anyway, I'll proceed. ;)

It's always a good reminder that we should constantly be going after our dreams.  We've got this one life, this one short, blink of an eye time here to live, and we need to be doing just that.


I'm beyond words excited about what's next for me and Sal.


But I'm also a little hesitant because it's a huge unknown...which I guess is the hint of scary in exciting that makes it all so heart-pounding.

Isn't it funny how true the expression is 'when it rains, it pours.'  I feel like this is something that is just true of life.  Life is full of decisions, and our future is impacted by the decisions we make.  But I'm seeing clearly tonight that something is not really a decision unless there are at least two options to choose from.  So life would be somewhat boring should just one thing come up after the next and after the next to lead me to the ripe old age of 102. (I'm determined to live to three-digits, at least! :) No, life is and has been and will be full of meaning and risk and excitement and uncertainty because more often than not, I'm going to have to choose.  I going to have to pick, to determine steps, to make those key decisions that will impact me in more ways than I know, which sometimes scares the hell out of me and wakes me up at 3:38am.

One thing I do know, though.  Life is beautiful.  And life is meaningful, and life is fun and though the act of deciding which step to take next can be scary/exciting/crazy/keep you up at night/etc., I know that this life, this one little thing I've been given, was meant to be lived in the craziest, happiest, Courtney-est way possible.



Sidenote:  I had avocado on my Which Wich sandwich tonight at dinner.  I've never done this before, and I regret that because it was amazing (like I knew it would be).  I blame the avocado on this crazy (but fun, and true) post. :)

Friday, March 15, 2013

Add this to yo' playlist!

I was reminded of the greatness of this song once or twice before thanks to this video on Pinterest:

This youtube video is not mine, but how I wish the cutie pie kiddo was!  How fun (and funny)!

And after I remembered not to be so cheap to download the song, I have to say that I can't get enough of it.  I've listened to it in a playlist multiple times now, and even went so far as to listen to it 5 times in a row on a short run the other day!

What's not to love about a fun voice, fun lyrics, and the fact that it mentions RUNNING in the song?!?!  I'm telling you--take my word for it.  Dish out the moolah to make it your own and run free with it blasting in your ears!