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768 days ago

There are people who couldn't imagine a worse punishment than spending a Sunday afternoon faced with a paintbrush and four walls begging for a fresh look. I'm not one of them. For some reason, I find painting incredibly cathartic. I've never been sure if it's the constant, repetitive motion that requires no thought, and therefore releases my brain to think about other things, or if it's something else entirely. Regardless, I had a bit of an epiphany this afternoon, while I was painting the living room and kitchen of my new place. Life takes a toll of the walls of our houses - little boys scuff and ding them with their baseballs, and the everyday dirt slowly piles up, and their look changes. What was once fresh and new becomes dingy and dated. We pass by those walls every single day, and it becomes so routine that we forget to look, to assess the condition. I watched the paint smoothly glide onto the walls, hiding all imperfections - that smudge from the last tenant's ...

Cancun Party #3

880 days ago

I'm in Cancun baby!! This year should be just as good as the last several have been. I'm meeting up with the Tamworth (London) boys this time around, and I'm really looking forward to it. 10 days this time, and it doesn't get much better than 10 days in the sun and sand, with nothing to worry about than how drunk I want to be by noon. I hope all of you are well - I know it's been FOREVER since I've written - but now you have the Cancun stories to look forward to!! (And I know that's the only reason some of you read this blog!! haha) "No regrets. Live life to the fullest, and don't ever look back." -Me

I Almost Feel Tough . . .

922 days ago

My lesson for the week: (Softball, thrown by a man with massive arms) + (My [formerly] beautiful face) = No, those marks on my face are not stitches. They are the imprint of the softball threads into my skin. The ball literally hit my face so hard that the threads cut their mark into my skin. Let me explain. I was playing softball with my co-ed team Thursday night, and during the course of the first game, managed to take a softball right in the face, thrown by the man who hit three home runs that night. He had a pretty strong arm, as evidenced by the ball he threw knocking me straight out. I literally dropped like a rock. But then I woke up, sat up, and continued on playing for the remainder of that game, and the next. After that, though, I decided that I should probably go to the emergency room, because I felt like crap. My whole face felt like someone had hit me with a bat (or ...

Ambition

928 days ago

I think Martin Luther King, Jr. said it best: "If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well." If you know me very well at all, you've probably heard me say this quote. It's one of my favorites, and it means something incredible to me. There lives within me this all-encompassing desire to succeed, to make something of myself. I'm not sure where it comes from, but I do know that I've had it my entire life. It's not necessarily the need to make a lot of money, although that will be hella nice, when it happens. (Can you feel the confidence there? ) I am not happy just doing anything - I have to be good at it. That goes for work, sports, parenting . . . just life in general. ...

Much Ado About . . . a Lot, Actually

953 days ago

Since I've been away for so long, I thought I'd let you know what's been going on in the life of Courtney these days. I'm as busy as ever, with more men in the picture than I ever thought possible (and I'm sure that surprises none of you!) So, here goes: I started my current job nearly a year ago, and almost from the first moment, I felt like I had found 'my' place. I felt comfortable with the people, comfortable with the policies, comfortable with the general outlook, and the direction the company was moving in. A year later, and that feeling has intensified. Right now, I'm working a lot, and we've made so many changes I'm having a hard time remembering them all, but I love going to work every day. And that makes all the difference in the world. And I feel like every single day I make a difference, and that feels oh, so good. Braeden is doing very well. Even though he is meeting all requirements for moving on to first ...