tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54149752011-10-06T09:21:43.336-07:00Sometimes I write. Usually I don't. But it helps me none-the-less.Courtneynoreply@blogger.comBlogger1531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-90157673394687402282011-01-07T14:46:00.000-08:002011-01-07T15:11:53.683-08:00

This week, I started my first New Year's Resolution. In an attempt to eat healthier and make a lifestyle change instead of going on a diet, I decided to give up on processed foods. In theory, this wouldn't be so difficult since we don't eat boxed dinners, with the exception of a frozen pizza twice a month and veggie chicken nuggets for lunch every now and then.Since I've been home, instead of at

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Two months ago, I bought a red couch from a friend. I have loved this couch since she bought it. When she moved to a boat and sold all her furniture, it's what I wanted. The red couch.Careful what you wish for. Isn't that what we always hear? I love the couch. Still do. It doesn't fit in my living room and I have no idea how to choose paint colors because of it but I still love this couch. The

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It's been three years I've written a post here. Three years ago, my two daughters were five and one. I had been married only two years. Three years ago, I had been out of school for two years and was a Project Manager. I was aspiring to grow in my career and have wonderful things in my life.Today, my marriage is five years old. My children are eight and four. I'm currently unemployed and am

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-51817610540552008622007-06-05T22:01:00.000-07:002007-06-05T22:10:56.934-07:00

Since I was a child, recycling and using less has been a part of my life. The city I grew up in had recycling cans since the early 1980's. My mother always told us to turn off the water, shut off the lights, not to waste paper, and not to waste food. She has always been about conservation and for me, it's always stuck.While I've always done what I can to live conservatively (at least in the sense

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I just talked with some co-workers about plant possibilities in my front yard. I love other minds. They're so much more useful than mine sometimes. Their ideas. Do some potted edibles like cherry tomatoes and strawberries. Plant in ground some heather, rosemary, pansies and peas. I love having a starting point. Another lady suggested thyme. I want things that are edible, beautiful and ready to

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Just one day past a week, B's lost her second tooth! She just called me so excited and said thank you for the pillow case I made her. She said I'm such a nice mom. It's always nice hear that. She said she can't wait to see what the Toothfairy's going to bring her. This time Grandma pulled out the tooth. Last time, she did it by herself in the bathroom. She's so bold!

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B was so excited to have lost her first tooth. She couldn't stop talking about it. It was very cute. At bed time, we got out the pillow case I embroidered for her and put her tooth in it. She was very careful in the way she carried to it ensure it didn't fall out as we climbed the stairs. She asked me how much money the fairy was going to leave her. She said she hoped it would be $10. Ha! The

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Just a place holder so I can document that today, Bella lost her first tooth. She wiggled it and wiggled it with her tongue so it would get looser and looser. Then, she just pulled it out. She said it didn't hurt but that she keeps forgetting it's gone and putting her tongue there.

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Growing up. I can't believe how much stuff people tell you to take care of when you grow up. I wish it was as simple as having a husband, kids, job, and house. We're good, we're solid, we're on the right track. But, there's so much more. I'm not talking about relationships or spending time together. No, this is all financial and legal work. There is so much to do. We have already:Good jobsCollege

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This is a run down of J's progress so that I don't forget and can move it into her baby book some day. I may as well make it public so few family and friends who read this can be up to date as well.December 24th: J takes first step with no one helping. Only one tiny rocky step but it's the beginning. She'd been holding on and walking faster and faster but is really trying to go now.Since Dec. 16

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So, I posted my new quandary to a discussion board I’m a part of and I’ve gotten back some good things to consider:-Can our marriage make it through financially difficult times?-Can I get part time work at a local college or night school?-Will I be sacrificing too much of my older daughter’s well-being to make my younger daughter happy?-Is this just a phase for our baby?-Do you have a savings

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Three months ago, I went back to work after a 4-month maternity leave. Going back was hard. My job had long since been remotely interesting to me and the things I did appreciate were slowly being taken away by upper management. Three weeks after my return, none of that mattered because I got a new position. So, it's been like two months since I started my new job. And guess, what, I'm still

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Not that I'm pregnant. But I wish I was. I've wanted another baby since J was only 2 weeks old. I don't know for sure if she was even that old. I read about other women nursing and being pregnant. I see pregnant woman. I see newborns. And I just want another baby. Not that J isn't enough, it's just that when I had B, I didn't know if I'd ever want or love another child the way I do her. But then

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So, where to begin? A lot has happened in the past who knows how many months. I've been trying to write J's birth story for her but it's not working out. It takes so long to write. Just last night, she started scooting forward on her belly. She's just days away from crawling. Our little baby was born in April and she is totally, completely healthy. Immediately following her birth,her abdomen was

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This is a test post from Photobucket.com

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Today was another regular OB check up. These appointments are simple-pee in cup, get on scale, blood pressure, messure, hear heart beat. All is well. I've only gained 2 pounds in 3 weeks so I'm thrilled because I really don't want to worry about losing a ton of weight after the baby's born. So, the baby's doing fine, I'm doing fine, we're measuring good. So, what I don't understand is why do the

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Wow, it's been a while since I've written. That actually is a good thing. I don't have much to report. Life has slowed way down and I have not been doing much of anything. My sister was just in town for a week and that was wonderful!! We just hung out a lot and talked. I love her! Yesterday we had another 1 hr. ultrasound and consultation. Gratefully, they had nothing to report and nothing to

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1136392262077675162006-01-04T08:16:00.000-08:002006-01-04T08:31:05.436-08:00

When I was a young lass, I used to make new year's resolutions on my birthday. It was for me, a real new year. However, I had a bad sweep of birthdays which turned the day to not so much a celebration of my gift of life but a way for me to reflect on the people in my life. In turn, the resolutions stopped.As you know, 2005 was a whopper of a year. There was moving into my own place with Bella and

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I don't think I've posted for a while. A lot has changed since my last post. First, sometime over the past week or two, I realized I needed to really trust the message I was receiving from God and let go of my fears and anxieties. Then, I had another dream and really felt confident in what I was feeling. By the time yesterday rolled around, I felt confident that the appointment was going to go

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I've been in a fog. There was clarity and strength a while ago, but it seems to have dissipated. Now, I'm left in a fog. There is so much going on-holidays, birthdays, weekend vacations and yet there's the baby. My belly is growing huge, I do not have gestational diabetes (thank you God), and she moves moves moves all day long. But, there's the uncertainty and the damn nagging sensation in my

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Two days ago, my doctor called, the OB. She told me that my blood work was and that I've never been exposed to any of the infections that the Perinatologist and the literature are worried about causing echogenic spots. So--we can click one item off the list!!Following that phone call, the receptionist here where I work asked me what I'm so happy about and that she's watched me walk around all day

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I am at such a strange point in my life. It feels like an important point. There are parts of my past resurfacing and feeling real to me again. There are parts of my present that feel less important and like I need to shed to let these parts of me back in. It may be the protective walls I’ve built for so many years are no longer necessary and so the other parts of me, good and bad, are taking

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Well, Tuesday was a blow. After weeks of getting my hopes up for answers and something more definitive than internet research, I walked away from our perinatology appointment in tears and anger and confusion. The ultrasound showed me her two spots. They're there and I hate them. The radiologist was very positive and made me and Brent feel very hopeful. But, then we had to meet with the

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Thanksgiving was at my and Brent's house this year. When I told people we were having dinner for 20+ people they told me I was crazy and that Thanksgiving was horribly stressful. I told them, maybe it was my ignorance to the whole practice, but I was excited about it.Thursday came and it was fantastic. I had such a wonderful time. My mom came over on Wednesday and helped me prep all the food and

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This morning at 9 am sharp, the super special hospital called and we scheduled an appointment for next Tuesday (11/29) at 7:15 a.m. Just having this appointment scheduled has taken some of my edge off. Through all of this pregnancy's anxiety, starting with 1) finding out I was pregnant in the throws of wedding planning and exhaustion to 2) finding out I'm a carrier of Alpha-1 to 3) finding out

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When I got pregnant, I never thought anything could go wrong in my pregnancy. My boss would say things like, "well, if you have to be put on bed rest." And I'd say, "no, that's not going to happen." And I believed it. I started reading about non-medicated childbirth and though, "ah hell yeah, I'll do it this time." Now, I'm tired and training for the "marathon of labor" is even too much to think

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A girl. Another girl!! I'm so excited!! Little sisters. That's awesome. And--we don't have to buy a new wardrobe! Plus, the baby is measuring well, looks fantastic, and we're both healthy. Good stuff, good stuff.

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Right now I'm reading A Million Little Pieces by James Frey. It's really good. It's the only modern novel I've ever enjoyed. I'm not going to give a critique of the work. I finished school and I'm not going back. So, just know it's good because I like it and if you need a good book to read, I recommend it. My opinion could mean nothing to you and that's fine but in the end, you'll be missing out

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Before I got pregnant with Bella, I always said, "I support a woman's right to choose and I know I could never have an abortion." When I found out I was pregnant and my boyfriend left me and I had no money to support a child, the thought entered my mind. I had a very, very close friend tell me it was the only thing I could do and that having the baby would be the worst thing I could do. I had my

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When I was pregnant with Bella, I was determined to deliver her without medications. When I went into labor, I was determined to get an epidural. It just worked out that way. Now that I'm pregnant with my next child, I'm determined to give birth without medication. Some people say "naturally" but you know, Bella came out of my vagina by my pushing and was a human being so I think natural is a

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OK, we're nearing the end. It's a good thing because I really don't have much left to say. 81) If a major appliance child's product, or life decision has to be made, I look at several different options, do research, and choose what I feel is best for me or those involved.82) I try to not make a decision about my emotions until I've examined the good and bad feelings I'm having regarding whatever

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I felt the baby move today!! So much fun. It seriously feels like magic clouds swirling in my belly. It's swirly and weightless and tickly. It's awesome! Some people tell you: "it might just be gas." Hello, if gas felt like this, I'd be eating a lot more beans and broccoli.

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It's really getting tough to come up with the rest of these things.61) I waited tables for 4 years to get through college. As a result, I hate customer service and am rarely upset with my servers at restaurants.62) I was fired from my first job at a frozen yogurt shop via a letter in the mail. 63) I love to do my nails.64) I like to look pretty for Brent, but it rarely happens.65) My nicknames

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I think I'm running out of things to say, but I'm going to go for it.41) My favorite (actually, the only musical I like) is Sweeney Todd--and I get to see it in a professional production next weekend!! yee ha!!42) I love to read but don't like modern literature.43) I loved going to school up until grad school-then, it was torture. But, I'm glad I went and plan to pursue my PhD once the kids are

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I've been thinking about things to post all night and morning. Nothing exciting, just stuff. Here we go:21) My favorite foods in no particular order are: pepperoni pizza, eel and avocado sushi rolls, rich chocolate, chips, and popcorn.22) My favorite drinks are: strawberry margaritas, cranberry margaritas, Manny's pale ale, Limonita.23) I have a list of top 10 songs that I loathe, that hurt me to

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I've always wanted to do a 100 things about me list, but I don't think I have 100 things to say. But, I'm going to get started anyway. It won't a link, instead, I'll do 5 posts containing 20 items each. Here's list 1:1) I'm a Christian.2) I've been married for less than 2 months but it already feels like I've been married my whole life. I really believe I have the best husband in the whole world

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It's been almost four years since Bella was born. We spent our first night together alone in a San Diego hospital room. At some point in the night, she started to cry and I realized I had no idea what to do with her. So, I just laid her on my chest because after 28 hours of labor, I just wanted to sleep and the reality of having read every single pregnancy book but not a single baby book was

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This pregnancy has brought a new world to my table. Since I already have a daughter, people ask me, "are you hoping for a boy?" I was asked this a lot. Then, when I told people "no," they were shocked. "Well, doesn't Brent want a boy?" They'd reply. Again, I'd have to explain that he wasn't sitting fingers crossed hoping for a boy either. Peoples' reactions were mixed. The one least offensive was

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Today, on the bus, I actually uttered the words, "but I'm glad I did it." This was in reference to graduate school. For the past week or so, I've realized that I'm more relaxed, that Bella's happier, and that Brent's way over-worked. We've gone on weekend trips, hung out with friends, hung out with each other, spent time alone, and gone to bed at 8 or 9 pm without guilt. Sure, the house is a mess

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1127845751241465152005-09-27T11:09:00.000-07:002005-09-27T11:29:14.143-07:00

You know, there's a lot about conservative Christians that I don't understand. There's a lot about liberal Christians that I don't understand. There's a lot about myself that I don't understand. BUT, there's one thing I do understand. I'm tired of people, non-Christians, putting me and my beliefs down. This has been on my mind as I move from being busy with school, the wedding, and moving into a

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Neil. Neil Diamond. Concert. Key Arena. Freaking AWESOME!!Since I was a young child and watched a Neil Diamond movie at home on TV while stuffing envelopes for my mom's job and eating pizza, I've been in love with Neil. The first song I remember loving of his is "Hello" or "Hello Again" or "Hello, My Friend"--whatever the title actually is, it was my first. The first time a neighbor had to come

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Yesterday, Brent, Bella, and I drove home from Ocean Shores. Along the way, Bella began gagging on her food. When I asked her if she could breathe, she shook her head, "no." I told Brent to pull over, grabbed Bella, from her seat, turned her over and hit her back to dislodge the food stuck in her throat. The food came out easy and she acted like nothing had happened except that mommy had hit her.

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One of the things that has been drained out of me since my dwindling passion started to seep out of me is my obsessive need to organize. I used to have my closets arranged in perfect sections-tops arranged from no sleaves to long sleaves; bottoms arranged from shorts to pants and short skirts to long skirts to dresses. When I took something out of the closet, the hanger went into the empty hanger

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When I was a child I used to write stories and plays and tell people that when I grew up, I was going to be an author. As I went through school, I loved learning all new subjects but hated science. I loved math, reading, grammar, and especially history. Social science was always my favorite. Going through college as a history major was easy and passionate. I loved what I was doing and would

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Tuesday was my first day back to work. Since I've been back I've done a lot of slideshow watching on the Hurricane and New Orleans. There is little I can say that is different than everyone else-I just erased a long anti-W rant cause that's all I got.There's a lot that's happened over the past two weeks. The marriage, the move, the baby, the Bella. Generally, sticking to Bella stories is the most

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Today's my last work day and it'll be over at 12:30. Then, it's off to do wedding stuff for the rest of the week until all I want to do is puke from wedding stuff. It's fun in the beginning when you get to look at everything fresh and pick out all the details. But by now, it makes me sick and dreamy of Monday morning. Can't wait.

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My favorite genre of blogs is infertility.There is something less whiny than mommy blogs and less selfish than single woman or not-yet-tried to have children blogs and more meaty than craft blogs. I don't read mens' blogs because men bore me. Except for Brent because he's entertaining. The problem is, I'm not pregnant for the second time and both times were surprises. Both times I was very

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Last night and the night before and the night before, Brent and I fought. We're still fighting. Well, not right now, but I'm sure before the wedding in 12 days, there will be 18 more fights. Let's just count on it.You see, the problem is, I'm freaking out. Yes, I'm excited about the wedding and the move and the baby--but you know, I just finished school and had to jump into the wedding and the

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This morning I went to get a third ultrasound done on my left breast. It's the third in five years, not the third in in six months. There's a difference. But you know what doesn't change? The condescending tone of the doctors' voices. "Oh, it's good you check but really, it's nothing." It makes me so mad. Especially when I'm giving my history to this woman and she can't keep it straight. The

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1123879930243750612005-08-12T13:33:00.000-07:002005-08-12T13:52:10.250-07:00

Almost two weeks ago, Brent and I found out that I'm pregnant. I would say "we're pregnant" like some people, but really, Brent's not pregnant, I am. We're having a baby however, and that's exciting!! Pregnancy, while also creating a human life (understandably a debateable statement, especially as a Christian) it creates a whole flury of hormones. For the most part, I'm not a big fan of flurried

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1123611838281623552005-08-09T11:21:00.000-07:002005-08-09T11:23:58.290-07:00

From, ALTHOUGH I LIKE A GOOD GEORGE W. BUSH JOKE AS MUCH AS THE NEXT GUY, SOME OF THEM SEEM GRATUITOUS AND MEAN-SPIRITED.By, Matt AlexanderPosted at: McSweeney'sQ: What do you get when you cross a giraffe and a monkey? A: I'm sorry, I can't think about that right now because I'm too busy wondering why Congress hasn't launched an official investigation into Bush lying to the American public about

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1123517727509667202005-08-08T09:02:00.000-07:002005-08-08T09:15:27.516-07:00

There has been so much to write about and I've logged on to write but there is so little I can say. Brides, grooms, and families involved are generally very busy the month of a wedding. Likewise, my family and Brent are going crazy. We're busy, we're anxious, we're broke. But, the kicker is, there is so much more going on besides the wedding. I come here to write all the time but I can't say

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1122052854407861422005-07-22T10:05:00.000-07:002005-07-22T10:37:32.750-07:00

When I was a child, I would worry that the world would run out of words. Sitting and thinking about all of the sentences, stories, and songs created over time, I thought surely we'd run out of new sentences and it would be the end of new books and songs. This frightened me and I always waited for that moment when it would be announced that no new songs would come through the stereo. True fear

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1121805807354711532005-07-19T13:37:00.000-07:002005-07-19T13:43:27.363-07:00

The whole of my life right now is consumed by wedding plans. When one project is completed, we quickly have move to the next. It's actually a lot of fun. There are a lot of crafty type things to work on, plans to be made, and lists to check off. It's the planning and projecting that I enjoy the most. I have yet to print out my major plans but they will scare people so I keep them hidden.The

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1121267432800437222005-07-13T08:05:00.000-07:002005-07-13T08:10:32.810-07:00

A cat. Temporarily. It followed Brent up the stairs to my apartment yesterday as he carried teryaki chicken. Then, it ran inside and meowed and purred as we giggled at it walking around. Bella was thrilled!! Then, we put it out and scrubbed our hands.This morning, as I was getting ready for work, I heard it's meow outside our door. Meow. Meow. Over and and over. AND, for some reason Bella woke up

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1120680645279263172005-07-06T12:09:00.000-07:002005-07-06T13:10:45.320-07:00

Growing up, I lived in the city. I had thousands of neighbors and thought the wilderness was only something one could experiece via television. One year my mom took me, three of my sisters, and my nephew to Big Bear. There was snow outside and a scary incident with a donkey. I thought it was great! It was our only vacation-ever. Other than that, my mom would take us on trips around town. We'd go

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1120597577392245252005-07-05T13:54:00.000-07:002005-07-05T14:06:17.400-07:00

In the past, I've written about my all-time music favorites. Topping list to always win my heart is Paul Simon. Also in the past, I've written about Bella's love of John Mayer and how this bugged me. I just have never liked Mr. Mayer as he bores me and annoys me. But folks, the universe has spoken to me. Or at least, the music and money gods at VH1. They have cooked up a show that pairs a legend

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Ah, the 5th. I hope you all enjoyed your 4th of July celebrations. Our weekend was splendid. We went to Portland. It was my first time in the city. The only other time I'd spent in Oregon was driving through to get to California or Washington. Portland is a great city. My only regret is not asking dicoco for some tips before visiting. Brent and I were completely clueless as to the cities

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For something besides a hat rack?As a child, I was told this numerous times. My neck was also given glory for attaching my head to the rest of my body. Lastly, my mother pitied me for not having the ability to take my brain out and play with it.I've got news mom, my body has morphed. While it is not my brain but instead another part of my body that has boggled my mind for years, my breasts now

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1119888314117494282005-06-27T08:54:00.000-07:002005-06-27T09:12:57.020-07:00

It seems that everyone's gone on vacation and I can't blame them. Summer has started and so far, so good. I love being out of school. This morning on the bus a girl next to me cracked open a new book. I glanced over to see what it was. The title mentioned something about modern chemistry and I was so so glad that the boring black and white pages were not meant for my eyes. This past weekend was

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1118679101643899842005-06-13T08:35:00.000-07:002005-06-13T09:11:41.676-07:00

In a daze, I left my parent's home at 6 am on Saturday morning, leaving my slumbering little Bella in her soft cozy bed. You see, I actually stood in line for three hours to buy tickets for a local dance rectial. I stood there with two other moms. Sure, we had a good time talking but still to look around at one hundred other people and think, this is for a three-year old's dance rectial makes you

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1118268201599288852005-06-08T14:54:00.000-07:002005-06-08T15:03:21.606-07:00

Ok, school's done and graduation is on the horizon but where's the great spark I was expecting? Really, I just want to sit and do nothing. Brent is planning a bbq for me for Sunday for which I was supposed to send him emails of friends for which I never did so no one's coming anyway. So, is it really necessary? We still need to figure this out. So, no party, no graduation, no climax.BUT--I am

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1117830223468794332005-06-03T13:15:00.000-07:002005-06-03T13:25:19.930-07:00

Yesterday, in my email, I got two wonderful responses!! First, I received a message from Alabam with a list of additional wonderful craft blogs. Here they are:LoobyluPinkuRocksMakingHappyMyPaperCraneDannyGregorySuperHeroDesignsKeriSmithThese blogs are fantastic! Pictures really do make a blog better, especially when they're of great crafts.The second came from a wonderful friend in San Diego. She

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1117729882313306922005-06-02T09:06:00.000-07:002005-06-02T09:32:43.353-07:00

With the taste of freedom on my lips, I can't help but crave it more and more. I've been coming to work "early" all week and my productivity has dropped. I try to work but I just want to look at great craft sites. They mostly center around knitting but there are so many knitters who are beautiful crafters in other areas so you can lots of neat and pretty stuff. So far, here's the collection in my

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1117650988028911012005-06-01T11:32:00.000-07:002005-06-01T11:36:28.033-07:00

i understand my co-workers enjoy eating their loud freakin' apples and carrots and pretezels. they even enjoy walking to my desk chomping their loud freakin' foods in my ears and spraying the debris from their mouths and onto my desk and chair. but, dear co-workers, when i can hear your freakin' ass chomping your damn food from your office-i have to say enough already. no manners-any of them. all

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1117040508130814012005-05-25T09:30:00.000-07:002005-05-25T10:01:48.176-07:00

Yesterday, after almost four years, I called my dad, Papa. The last time we spoke I was seven months pregnant and he had hung up on me. He didn't know I was pregnant, it was that he had sent me a photo album but I had moved and didn't give him my new address. There is a long history to the pain this caused him that I didn't understand.When he hung up on me that day, I was 24 and had lived my

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1116959618696902472005-05-24T10:51:00.000-07:002005-05-24T11:33:38.746-07:00

I'm changing from a child and school-obsessed woman to a craft-craving lunatic. This change has also brought out a new search of knitting and embroidery blogs which then led to an obsession with other craft blogs. I have to say, these are MUCH more interesting than mommy blogs. For the most part, mommy blogs are incredibly boring. Even though I am a mom and I like to read about child-related

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1116881951111839452005-05-23T13:52:00.000-07:002005-05-23T13:59:11.116-07:00

In the past five days, I have received from the wonderful people in my life, the following:from Brent: "you are so totally almost done with school SWEET!"from H-friend: babysitting service while I studiedfrom C-friend: "what it the current status of your project? I want to pop the cork the minute I know it's done. ;)"from L-friend: "Where did you find that website? Are you procrastinating? I

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1116607844170257202005-05-20T09:39:00.000-07:002005-05-20T09:50:44.183-07:00

Throughout my graduate school experience, I've used being a mom as an identifier of who I am but tried to not use it as an excuse for not being a good student. As the end of my schooling comes to a close, I've been paying attention to what makes going to school as a fulltime working mom so difficult. Last night is a great example.6:00 pm-arrive home, start making dinner, eat dinner, compliment

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1116520248032259202005-05-19T09:16:00.000-07:002005-05-19T09:30:48.046-07:00

Last night was fruitful and productive. I broke through the horrible mind block and produced real results on my project. On the downside, I forgot upon leaving work and not going to class that was I to deliever a portion of my project to my friend who has graciously agreed to perform an evaluation for me. Crap on a cracker! (that's what people say in these parts)On another note, as I was getting

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1116436775056439352005-05-18T10:12:00.000-07:002005-05-18T10:19:35.066-07:00

It's over. Me and Motivation. We're over. I need help. Any motivational words-whether they're inspirational such as, "Oh Corrine. You're almost there. You can do it. I believe in you." OR kicking my ass, "Don't be dumb. You're almost there, less than one month. Just do it and don't complain. It'll be over soon. Remember your student loan payoff starts soon."Whatever it is, whatever your style-I

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1116343272408626442005-05-17T08:12:00.000-07:002005-05-17T08:21:59.243-07:00

Last night after work I went to school to turn the horrible first draft of my graduate project report. I'm embarrassed that it has my name it. It's horrible, but it's in and I have 6 days to make it great. Wish me luck and alertness.After my trek at school, I got in the car for a 2-hour ride home. At least I got home. Two cars were in a horrible wreck so I had time to sit there and stress about

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As school gets closer and closer to being done, I am opening up more and more to myself. Pieces of me that have been repressed for two years are poking their heads in the oddest of moments.Last night after class, I got onto I-5 and found that traffic was surprisingly light. Usually, I have to get on the freeway and immediately cross four lanes of traffic to remain on the 5. Well, last night I

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1115223352364267822005-05-04T08:48:00.000-07:002005-05-04T09:15:54.650-07:00

Last night I discovered my graduation project report draft was due last week. Yes, it was due 7 days ago and I haven't even written it! I hate being a bad student and I love being a good student and this latest discovery has thrown me into a tizzy.The level of absolute stress and frustration is immeasurable at this point. I've never wanted being a mom to be an excuse for not succeeding. But, it

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Bella's big on getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Expressing her excitement with big eyes and her arms spread open as wide as she can make them. Last night after reading, "Hush Little Baby," Bella turned to me and told me that she's getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Oh, she was excited. She listed, "And, my tummy's getting bigger, and my arms are getting bigger, and my butt's getting

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1114792641839862072005-04-29T09:29:00.000-07:002005-04-29T09:37:21.840-07:00

Last night I was packing up my belongings so Bella and I could move apartments. She found her turqurois glittery belt and asked me if she could put on pants and shirt so she could wear her belt. She had on a khaki dress and I really didn't feel like bothering to change her so I said, "no, here, it'll work like this." And I wrapped that belt around her belly and fastened it. She objected, "no, the

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1114706038926209202005-04-28T09:15:00.000-07:002005-04-28T09:33:58.926-07:00

This morning on the way to work I thought of at least 3 great things to write about. I have been in a fabulous mood ever since I drove to school yesterday. However, once I got to work and turned on the web, my mood has changed dramatically. The Yahoo homepage popped up and I read through the news headlines. You see, I can't remain in good spirits and write about how great I feel when I see

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1114463753116493922005-04-25T14:10:00.000-07:002005-04-25T14:15:53.116-07:00

So, I thought I made progress. One pound, one week, goal met. Not true. It came back. Whatever dumb pound.Yesterday, in an effort to enjoy the sunshine and be active at the same time, Bella, Brent, and I went to the zoo. It was a gorgeous day and I wanted my pound to leave me. As we drove to the zoo Bella changed her doll's clothes in the back seat. Trying to put on the baby's shoe proved quite

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1114193189313143292005-04-22T10:46:00.000-07:002005-04-22T11:06:29.316-07:00

At the moment I'm at work. I just looked at Nat's picture again from yesterday and wish I could get a big kitty hug. Those are the best. And, I love that picture. I've looked at it at least 20 times since yesterday morning. Clark W. Griswold. That gets me every time.Ok, so, I'm at work. I'm trying to work. Really. I'm trying. But, it's not working. ah-hem. Here's what's on my mind:1. I want to be

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1114103194258342392005-04-21T10:06:00.000-07:002005-04-21T10:06:34.256-07:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } nat holding clark[1], originally uploaded by corhorvath. Today Nat sent me this picture. Clark is the newest addition to their young marriage. We're all very excited to meet Clark and happy that young love

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1114102791943100972005-04-21T09:59:00.000-07:002005-04-21T09:59:51.943-07:00

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

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I'm officially looking for a new job. Tonight, it's the job fair, yesterday it was an application to the ADA, and for the next 3 months--anything that posts jobs. It's a relief just to even be looking. I am now more excited about school and appreciate the ciriculum more than ever.

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Last night I didn't go to class. I granted myself the "one class per quarter card" and went home to plan the wedding. Brent and I went to the pub/ale house/pizza place down the street and figured out a lot of stuff so it was very productive. After we left I went to stay at my mom's. As posted previously, I love staying at my parents. After saying hello, I went down to the basement and rummaged

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1113242274907882852005-04-11T10:32:00.000-07:002005-04-11T10:57:54.910-07:00

There is so much I want to do after graduation. Most of these things include spending time with friends. If you've read any of my entries, you know that not spending time with people is a huge part of my anxiety. I miss people, I fear not being a good friend, and I get bored. As the light of graduation becomes brighter, the list of things I intend to do post-graduation gets longer. This list and

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1112980511903980092005-04-08T09:59:00.000-07:002005-04-08T10:15:11.906-07:00

Tuesdays and Thursdays Bella stays at my parents' rather than go to daycare so she can have some home time. It seems to be a nice balance of socialization at daycare and playtime at home. Being that yesterday was Thursday, I went to my parents' after work to pick up the girl, but instead went shopping with my mom to buy fabric for the wedding. It's times like these that make mediocrity not seem

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1112904220131547612005-04-07T12:36:00.000-07:002005-04-07T13:03:40.133-07:00

Throughout my life, I've been called weird, unique, strange, crazy, etc. These terms used to be thrown into random conversations about me throughout my week. In high school, I was devastated by these comments. I was so insecure about me that I didn't want to be weird and certainly not crazy. There was my group of friends whom I hung out with, drank with, and studied with. They were the popular

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1112829214263275282005-04-06T16:13:00.000-07:002005-04-06T16:13:34.263-07:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Bella_Flower_3_19_05, originally uploaded by corhorvath. Here's Bella taking a 2-second break from crying and running around during picture-taking at Nat's wedding

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Since I was pregnant, people have warned about how quickly time will go by with my daughter and that before I know it, she'll be in college drinking till she's purple. With most advice from people who've been where I'm headed, I try to use the wisdom behind their words. With this knowledge of the speeding up of time, I've done my best to make snapshots in head of wonderful or terrible moments

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1112376721595701502005-04-01T09:31:00.000-08:002005-04-01T09:41:58.310-08:00

I'm not sure what's going on here but I've been in such a great mood for the past few days. Maybe it's the come-down after the stress from the beginning of the week. I don't know, but I like it. I just want to write and be happy and do crafty things. You know the crazy thing, I'm even motivated about school. It may not last long but I am. I even wrote "class" on the next 9 Wednesdays--ending JUNE

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Last night, in class, I saw my favorite Washington friend. She's great and I love her and her name will be Didi. Hm?? How could it be?? Me and Didi haven't talked much recently. She's busy, I'm busy, we're both busy. But last night, we both went to the same class for our last quarter of school. I was up at the front of a huge classroom and the room was filled and at 6:15 when class started, there

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1112216177349817242005-03-30T12:48:00.000-08:002005-03-30T12:56:17.350-08:00

Ok, we've been through 3 dates and 2 locations, but we're settled and we're getting hitched. I can't think about anything else, I'm so excited!! I can't wait to have everyone there and to dance and to eat and to laugh! I just wish I could form coherant thoughts and sentenances right now. I'm at a loss, really.Now, I just have to finish school and in the mean time, find some way to focus on school

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Ok, so Brent and I are getting married. Engaged once again. Things are almost a complete opposite of where they were last time and I'm thrilled. There's one hitch. We're getting married in 4 months. There's so much to be done. Up until about 10 minutes ago, I was feeling really good about the whole thing. Now, I've read through the checklists and am freaking out by golly. Writing's my only outlet

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1110476604459195942005-03-10T09:29:00.000-08:002005-03-10T09:43:24.460-08:00

Last night I went to Bella's school and picked her up. She had to go poop first so I let her take her time, and when she was done, I went in to assist in the clean up. Does anyone out there have any idea how sticky poo actually is??So, we went home, ate dinner. It was hot dogs-for the second time this week. I don't want them to go to waste since we're going to be gone for a week, so we had

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1110390819060111562005-03-09T09:48:00.000-08:002005-03-09T09:53:39.063-08:00

Getting ready for vacation has me busy on all my fronts:At home:1. Shopping for necessary supplies (car full of junk food, suitcase, tights)2. Laundry and packing (really, Brent's done my laundry and "packing" consists of throwing all our junk in the corner until Friday when I put in the suitcase mentioned above)With School:1. Getting my final done by Thursday2. Getting my project done by

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Friday night/Saturday morning at approximately 3 am, the three of us will leave town for a long drive to LA for my sister's wedding. This trip comes just in time for Bella to practice the new trick she showed me on Sunday morning. We got in the car to go to the local pancake house. The drive takes five minutes in total. Here's a transcript of our trip:B: "Are we there yet?"C: "No, we'll be there

Courtneynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414975.post-1109265850280468972005-02-24T09:17:00.000-08:002005-02-24T09:24:10.280-08:00

So, I've been really funny lately. I think so anyway, but times are changing. It's over. I can't do it anymore. I HATE SCHOOL!!

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**Note: if you think girls should not talk about farting or think "fart" is an ugly/bad word, do not read this post.**After women go through vaginal baby delivery, they joke about sneezing when they have to pee. Oh, we giggle at the pee-pee-ness of it all. What we avoid is the other pee-pee dilemma. Last night, I encountered this dilemma. It goes as follows:1. You're headed for a store and really

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How to celebrate President's in Style:1. Humiliate self infront of class of peers2. Have washing machine completely break down with 3 weeks worth of laundry en route3. Have car break down within 3 miles of parent's home on freeway with daughter in back seat4. Have car break down again within 1 block of home after you thought it was fixed with daughter in back seat and groceries in trunk5. Pretend

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Wednesday night I lay in bed thinking "hey, my boobs aren't sore anymore, I bet I'll start my period tomorrow."Thursday morning, I drive to work feeling like the world is spinning just for me and the sun is brilliant and the birds are beautiful. I think to myself, "ah, the end of depression, I bet I'll start my period today."Thursday evening, I sit in class in my khakis thinking, "crap, I knew

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I. Bus WisdomToday on the bus I snooped at some lady's small notebook to see what she'd written inside. Since I don't like this lady, I expected it read something like:To Do:1. Complain to people on the bus for 30 minutes in a voice not considered "an indoor voice"2. Run over catsInstead, she had this:"Think options not advice"-Being a person to freely gives advice to people when they don't want

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