It’s no secret that sex sells. If you look through any magazine or watch TV for approximately 30 seconds, you will see scantily clad women selling everything from Doritos to toilet paper. Trust me, nothing makes me want to buy a particular brand of toilet paper more than a woman with a perfect behind and…
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Last week I began my fourth online class towards my Humanities Degree. I have come to an important realization: I hate online classes. In 2007 I enrolled in an online class in addition to my “real” classes and dropped it within two weeks. There is absolutely nothing that appeals to me about taking classes online.…
It has been exactly two weeks since I found out about my little bundle of joy, Tamara, aka the hemorrhagic cyst in my abdomen. Overall things have been getting better, but there are still bad days. Days when even sitting down is torture and breathing in feels like a dull blade is being driven into my…
HOLY RELIEF!!!! I cannot express the amount of relief, happiness, giddiness, and peace I am experiencing right now. Isaac too, for that matter. If you have read my two prior posts about the mass that was discovered on my ovary last Friday, then you know how anxious I have been about it. I have been…
In the 48 hours since finding out that I have a mass on my ovary, I have been surprisingly calm about it. I have tried to keep the mindset of “we don’t know anything yet, there is nothing to worry about.” This morning I woke up with chest pains, a tight throat, and a heavy…
How I thought today was going to go: Wake up, work at the school from 8-5, work at the restaurant from 5-11, come home, relax with Isaac, sleep. How today actually went: Woke up at 6:30am sobbing because of abdominal pain, went to work at 10:30am when the pain lessened, left work at 10:45am to…
Sometimes I think I have ESPN ESP (dangit Karen from Mean Girls, always confusing me!). I have spoken to my aunt about it who suggested I read a book about developing this special sense. Come to think of it, the counselor I used to see also gave me a book about intuition. He felt my intuition…
For me, the hardest part about waitressing is the wind down after a shift. After a 15-hour workday I would love to come home, shower, and pass out immediately. My body is begging for sleep, but my brain is still scrambling for a pen, memorizing orders, fighting with chefs, and sucking up to guests. I…
If I had a dollar for every time someone told me “you look exactly like someone I know” or “where did you go to school? You look so familiar”, then I would be writing this post from my ocean-front mansion, my pet jaguars licking my toes and my butlers eagerly waiting for their next command.…
The Other Courtney 