Blurb

I feel like the calm eye of the hurricane lately. I am surrounded by chaos, but I feel centered and calm.

It's my birthday!

Dear Readers,

I am now 29 years old. It's strange to be so close to thirty. Age really is just a number to me, but I feel like I have been here a long time. I am genuinely happy to wake up every morning, even though I do it alone. My cats don't count, of course.

I've been trying to think of something funny to post. I just haven't felt at my peak of hilarity lately. I feel like I am trapped in a ledger. I'm climbing around and making corrections, but the math isn't right yet. I hope that makes sense. (I don't mean financially. I just mean that sometimes I view life as an equation that I need to balance or solve.)

As you should by now know, I do not make resolutions every year. I have one perpetual resolution that I wake up and make every day. Move forward.

It doesn't mean the same thing every day. It doesn't mean something solid. It just means to push through, find adventure, and embrace the unexpected pleasures of every day. That's it. That is my goal. I am not planning to take over the world or any part of it. I'm just going to keep exploring. I hope you all plan to come along for the ride.

Yours,
Courtney

P.S. LOOK at the cake my boss bought.

Three things you didn't know about Courtney Schoenfeld

This was sent to me by a partner in crime:

Did you know that Courtney Schoenfeld...

1. Translates to the number 5 in numerology. If it wasn't bullshit, it would mean that you are adventurous, mercurial, and sensual. You seek growth through adventure and different life experiences. Although you are a critical thinker, you can sometimes over-ponder an issue.
2. Has the Grizzly Bear as their Power Animal.
3. Shares their name with a guesstimated 4 Americans?

See more at http://www.isthisyour.name

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I would just like to say that I think the Grizzly Bear is pretty bad ass, but I always figured I was more subtle than that.

Also, ME?! Over-ponder?! NEVER!

I must see this.

Trouble... That's for sure.

I heard this song on the radio this morning and thought of you guys. Here's a little Elvis performing "Trouble" from the motion picture "King Creole".

In sickness even when it's stealth.

I woke up this morning and I was cheerful. My cats were hopping around yelling at me to wake up. I was tired, but not overly so. I showered and found something clean to wear. I haven't been hungry for the last week, so in keeping with that I decided to skip breakfast and have a bagel at work. I then began to brush my teeth.

I brush my teeth several times a day. I don't like it when they feel dirty, so if I feel less than fresh I brush. I also keep a toothbrush nearly everywhere I could be when I am feeling less than fresh. I am skilled in the usage of toothbrushes. This morning I was brushing away and humming happily (I do know that I am a dork,) when suddenly I was compelled to vomit. I had hoped that I had merely gagged myself by brushing a tad to vigorously, but that was not the case. It was just freaking lovely puking up ABSOLUTELY NOTHING for ten minutes.

I decided to take my tempature because even though I can't afford to be sick, I'm a salaried employee. If I'm puking at home my employees still get paid. I was not happy to see that I had a temperature of 100F. I was already dressed for work and I have a lot of work to do, so I decided to come in this morning and knock a few things out before going home and being furious.

I do not get sick. I DO NOT get sick. I don't even FEEL sick (except for the fever and vomiting)! This is not acceptable. I am supposed to have my children this weekend and that is not happening because they can't afford to get sick either. GREAT. I have to sit at home and do NOTHING. I hate that. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I am so furious that I want to throw things. I don't have a bad temper, but it makes me very angry when my body fails me. I am a freaking warrior. I don't get sick. This is not possible.

Now that I am done acting like a child I have decided to make a list of things to do this weekend.

Things to Do While Being Sick

• Prepare paperwork from the Relay for Life Potluck.
• Clean the bathroom.
• Mop the floors since my idiot brother sprayed beer all over my living room and office area as I walked in the door last night.
• Write a letter to my little brother in the big house with actual pen and paper.
• Research and write for the Hotbuckles blog.
• Play stupid video games in my underpants while my brother is at work.
• Read the books Sadia lent me this week.
• Call my mother and see if she will still let me come over tomorrow to walk the dog and do laundry.
• (If Mom lets me come over) get her to wax my eyebrows.
• Work on a severely neglected website project that I think holds a lot of potential.
• Sleep. (Please envision me scowling at the prospect of sleeping away my free time.)
• (If I don't have a fever Sunday) Pick up the kids and take them out to lunch at a restaurant of their choosing, but not McDonald's for the love of goodness.

So, that is what I will be doing. I have to stop typing now. My eyes are on fire and I'm really dizzy suddenly. If you look to your left you will see my Twitter widget. I will update and let you all know I am alive.

Week Update

I haven't posted much this week. I was trying to think of a way to say what I need to say.

As my loyal blog readers know, I have been dating a really amazing person named Bob. He gets mentioned from time to time because he is part of my life, but I try to limit your interaction with people who may not want to be the subject of my blog. This is, afterall, http://www.courtneyschoenfeld.com/ and not whoiscourtneydating now.com. (That could be a fabulous idea for another site, but it seems like a little more of me than I'm willing to give.)

Bob has been dissatisfied with Florida for some time and over the past month he has made the decision to leave. He says the decision has very little to do with me and that he wants to be closer to his non-Courtney friends and family. I understand that because my family is here. I cannot move away and I adore Florida. I don't want to move. Unfortunately, that means that our only course of action is to see other people. It is not what I wanted, but I knew he had been on the fence about staying for at least a year. It was not really a shock, especially since I knew he had been pulling away from me since he returned from his cruise.

Please Note: I am not at home wailing on the floor, eating Bon Bons, and cursing his name. He's not a jerk. He's just honest with himself about his needs and I respect that.

Also, Bob would prefer we not use the term "dumped." He says that garbage gets dumped and that I am not garbage. He's asked to be my agent for the career in comedy that only he thinks is possible. I said that was acceptable. You should only allow people who truly believe in you to represent you.