Thursday, February 6, 2014

New place, same face

I'm here now.

Just switching things up with the times that are a'changin'.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014


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.

Saturday, May 25, 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. :)

Thursday, March 14, 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!

Friday, February 15, 2013

The Newborn Treatment

Today I allowed myself to have The Newborn Treatment.

I've not been feeling well since Sunday evening, and yesterday was the pinacle of "Oh my gosh, I feel like crap.  This cold is going to kill me...yet I don't even have enough strength or energy to create a will."

Thank the good Lord above that I had today off work.  I went to bed at 10 last night (only so late in this sick girl's eyes because I wanted more time with my Sal) and even at 8:30 this morning, I hadn't had enough sleep.  Or rest.  Or time spent laying in the prostrate position in order to allow this feeble, snot-filled body time to heal.

So what did I do?  Instead of fulfilling glorious plans I'd made earlier in the week of marking things off my To Do list, as well as making homemade wheat thin crackers and an apple cheddar frittata for dinner, I deemed today "Day to do anything and everything in order to help my body heal and get over this nastiness asap."

This turned into The Newborn Treatment....i.e. only eating, sleeping, and reading.

I thought about calling it The Sagan Day because he does a TON of eating and sleeping, but I refrained from that because throughout the day, he would get bursts of energy and run wildly through the house or catapult himself into the bathtub every time I visited the bathroom or do a lot of meowing.  And Lord knows I had no energy for any of that.

Call me lazy or whatever you want, but my body and spirit and mind and soul needed this today.  I can't tell you how nice it was to succumb to tiredness and just lay down and nap or rest whenever the feeling came over me.  I justified this and still stand by the fact that my body can/did the most healing when I let it expend energy in fighting off bad cells as opposed to sitting upright to peruse the interwebs or heaven forbid clean or run errands.

Now that the day is drawing to an end and I'm feeling a little better, I realize that this is something I really should do more often.  I can't tell you how nice it's been to feel really rested upon waking and to just dive headfirst into my current book knowing that if I start to get sleepy, it's not the end of the world.  There's time right then and there to lay my head down and just rest.  Breathe in and breathe out (through only my mouth....those crazy nostrils are stopped up) and just be.