Today I discovered a tumblr blog called Reasons My Son is Crying. It is one of the funniest blogs I’ve ever seen and I can’t decide if it makes me want to have kids more (just so I can copycat his blog) or go get spayed immediately. If you don’t think kids crying is funny,…
I wont read your blog if you use a theme with a black background. Even if it’s good writing, I just can’t do it. The eyes, they burn! I also don’t usually follow blogs with the “Ever After” theme. I know you’re not supposed to judge a book by its cover, buuuuut I just don’t…
True life: I got married and let myself go. Immediately. It wasn’t a gradual slip into slices of pizza, eating cookies by the box, and drinking Coke nonstop, it happened literally the night of my wedding. Isaac and I got into our honeymoon suite, showered, and crawled into bed with a bag of Oreos and…
“And just when the caterpillar thought life was over, it became a butterfly” Change can be scary and uncomfortable. It is overwhelming and frustrating, especially if you don’t know what to expect or exactly where you’re headed. But learning to accept change is both crucial and liberating. It makes us into more loving, deep, and understanding…
Happy Siblings Day to my three beautiful sisters. I’m not gonna lie, I think the whole idea of “siblings day” is a bit lame, but you know what’s not lame? Having you three as siblings. You have enriched my life beyond belief and I pray that someday my children are blessed with siblings as wonderful…
One of the reasons I started a blog was to keep track of life. It blows by and so many memories, stories, and moments get lost in a sea of bigger and seemingly more important moments. I want to remember the little things, not just graduation ceremonies, weddings, and funerals. I decided to write about…
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I think getting cancer is a lot like getting glasses. Stay with me here. When I was in the fifth grade, I started having some difficulty seeing the whiteboard in class. But I was like eleven years old, and I didn’t know…
As the wheels of our plane touched down in North Carolina at the end of our honeymoon, I gave myself a mental high-five and said “you did it!!!!” I didn’t learn to surf. I didn’t learn to hula dance. I didn’t even go snorkeling in the tropical freezing cold Hawaiian waters. No, I was proud…
The last time I went to the circus was in 2005 and I felt sick to my stomach the whole time. The elephant forced onto a little stool, the thin and lethargic tigers. I hated it and swore that I’d never go to a circus again! My sister just wrote a short and sweet post…
My experiences with the interweb this past week: I was just doing my part as an American citizen and answering online census questions. It took 30 minutes out of my day, but I was happy to oblige, Uncle Sam. Also, the three warning letters to “TAKE YOUR CENSUS” scared me. And what do you do…
The Other Courtney 