One week ago, I went to my doctor to see if she could offer me any help with this persistent rash I’ve had around my mouth for 8 months now. Some days it is barely noticeable and others it looks like I have a goatee made of acne and eczema. Sexy, right? I thought so,…
I hate shopping. I hate clothes shopping. And shopping in places where there are a lot of people and horribly lit dressing rooms with fun house mirrors that trigger panic attacks because “are my hips and pores and jowls really that big?!?!?” But put me in front of a computer with a credit card and…
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice — though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to…
On Friday night, I went to the batting cages with Isaac and a friend of ours. I used to play softball and have sorely missed the sport since I stopped playing about 11 years ago. I even won MVP my last year playing, it is a sport I actually understand the rules of and excel…
For some reason, this candid photo of my sister and I (oops I wasn’t the photographer in this photo challenge) is one of my favorites. The camera is focused on the footprints in the sand, a very common beach picture, but those little cliche footprints are special to me. A set belongs to my sister…
This has been an extremely difficult day. Between my eczema, family drama, wedding stress, and overall exhaustion, it has been one of my worst days in awhile. I read Byron Katie over my lunch break, I made a doctor appointment with a new (and hopefully better) doctor for Wednesday, I’ve been checking a few things…
I have a confession to make, one I am not proud of. I cheated. I have always had a strong sense of who I am and can resist temptation easily. I have never had a problem with infidelity, until now. It didn’t last long. I know that doesn’t make it better, but I somehow thought…
Isaac look at this picture of my friend’s potential wedding dress. Do you like it, I mean from a guy’s perspective? Uhh, yeah sure (walks away). That’s it?? “Yeah sure?” Yeah. You asked from a guy’s point of view, so that’s what you get. Dangit, you’re absolutely right.
60 days people. 60 days until I have to squeeze into a wedding dress and actually manage to walk, breathe, converse, and possibly even eat. This past weekend I had my final wedding dress fitting (eek!) and while it was awesome, it was also a little horrifying. The dress fits, I can zip it up…
Me: Hey dad, sorry to have to call you at work but I just need to talk to you for a second. Are you in the middle of something? Dad: (In his cheery tone as usual) Oh no, just in the middle of working out a two and a half billion dollar budget that is…
The Other Courtney 