Monday, July 28, 2014

Weekend Recap

You may have continued to notice changes to the blog. I kept the name, but I shuffled the color scheme, added some doodads to the home page and updated some of my secondary pages. It's good to clean house every once and awhile, isn't it?

Welp, it's Monday, so that probably means you're here for a Weekend Recap.

Weekend Recaps are reliable, right? Kind of like adult acneit's always gonna be there.

First of all, let's get to the cutest part of the weekend: puppysitting.

Isn't Matilda precious?

She was the sweetest girl and had the most beautiful coloring (all of her siblings are black and white, but Matilda has brown on her legs and sooooooo many speckles on her feet. And you all know how I feel about speckled paws!) She was so playful, yet quick to snuggle. She scampered around til all hours of the night (literally) and took full advantage of our fenced in backyard. She and Joey roamed for hours outside!

These pictures remind me of how badly we need to plant some grass this fall.

Our Joey has a really hard time accepting dogs on his home turf. As much as I always liked having more than one dog growing up, we waited far too long to explore that possibility with Joey. He's set in our ways, we're set in our ways; our boy is definitely an only child and nothing made that more clear to us than this weekend! We were sad to see her go, but Joey was suddenly much happier when he realized our little guest was temporary.

On Saturday afternoon, Clayton and I spent some time together partaking in a very rare activity: strolling through the mall. That morning I had made mention that I needed to return an item and had a hankering for an Auntie Anne's pretzel. Clayton filled me in on his plans for the day, but after snuggling with me on the couch for awhile he said the words, "I want to go the mall with you."

Now ladies, when you husband tells you that he wants to go to the mall with you, you don't ask questionsyou just go! Your husband expressing an interest in wandering through clothing stores with you is like seeing a unicorn, it's unreal and you don't want to startle it in fear that it will run away. I couldn't put my shoes on fast enough. I had him loaded into the car before he could change his mind.

After wandering in the mall, we enjoyed a pizza for dinner and I spent some time outside watching a storm roll in. Thunder rumbled softly in the distance for quite awhile before the heavens opened up and unleashed buckets of rain. This mild, rainy summer is definitely my cup of tea!

Refreshing evening thunderstorm aside, this weekend was HOT and I darn near drowned in my own sweat running on Saturday. I knocked out 5.5 miles on Saturday morning and then took it easy with 3 miles on Sunday in the comfort of our workout room's air conditioning. Two days in a row of almost passing out in the heat? I don't think so.

Here's a collage of me drinking a lot of water and being hot. It's a photographic essay I've titled "A Collage of Vanity". But seriously, it was hot. Even my eyeballs were sweating.

I'm in disbelief that July is pretty much over, but a small part of me is starting to look forward to fall. Every year, around February or March, I declare that I hate cold weather and I want it to be summer all the time. But every August, just like clockwork, I start to slowly come around and become enticed by the idea of sweaters and apple cider.

But I am going to enjoy taking evening walks in shorts and a t-shirt as much as I can while it lasts! 

Thursday, July 24, 2014

My Must-Haves

When a rep from Man Crates approached me to write a post about the things I absolutely cannot live with out, I was totally up for the challenge. (And contrary to popular belief, Man Crates doesn't actually ship a hunky man to your house in a wooden box. It's a fab company that takes the guesswork out of buying gifts for men.)

After verifying that I'm not allowed to shove Clayton and Joey into my box (giggity!), here is the list of 5 items I absolutely could not live without in my survival box.

1.) Chap stick. Applying lip balm is a compulsion for me. I keep a tube of Chap Stick (though preferably Burt's Bees) in every purse I own, in my office, in my car and in most rooms of my house. Most women conclude their daily grooming ritual with a spritz of perfume or body splash. I don't feel put together until I've smeared balm across my smackers. A few hours without it and my lips feel like the Sahara Desert. Side bonus: I have super soft lips. Seriously, you should make out with me sometime. But ask my husband first.

2.) Salt n' Vinegar potato chips. I am ride or die about salt n' vinegar chips. My mom and sister love them, too. If my mom buys a bag for a family get-together, they're gone in an hour. The very idea of salt n' vinegar chips makes Clayton gag (and he will oftentimes deny me kisses if I have recently partaken in them), so having a deserted island all to myself where I can munch and crunch and have all of the bad breath I want sounds amazing.

3.) Netflix Instant Watch. I like to be within arm's reach of Dunder Miflin or the Pawnee Parks and Rec department at all times. I have Netflix streaming to my cell phone, Kindle, laptop and Clayton's Xbox. Watching Family Guy on my phone calms me down when I have a panic attack in the middle of the night. I could survive without cable juuuuuuuuuuuuust fine if I had my Netflix.

4.) Sweatpants. When I get home from work, the pants come right off. If I had to choose just one item off of this as my absolute number one must-have, it would be sweatpants. I don't know what I would do without the comfort of baggy legs and an elastic waistband. Skinny days, fat days, I always feel amazing in the pants of sweat. That last bit of phrasing didn't come out as poetically as I had hoped.

5.) Books. I mean, duh. I may be obsessed with my shows on Netflix, but I am a bookworm first and foremost. Sometimes I have to dial back the amount of reading I do because once I get into a book, you won't hear from me until it's finished. Like most things I love in life, I binge and devour books all at once. Now, if you made me pick only ONE book for my survival box, I'd probably throw out the other 4 things and just take 5 books.

Leave me your list of MUST HAVE survival box essentials in the comments below for you chance to win ... the satisfaction of knowing you participated. I have nothing to give you.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Courtney Confessions

It's been a hot minute since I've dropped some Courtney Confessions on you, but something tells me you've gotten by just fine without them.

1.) Sometimes I feel incredibly overwhelmed by how temporary earthly life is. When I'm least expecting it, I'll come down with a major case of the feels and find myself pumping gas at the gas station and wondering, "What does it all mean?" I feel my priorities changing and what was once so important to me is slowly starting to fall to the wayside. I believe in God and I believe in heaven, but sometimes that's not enough reassurance to get me out of bed in the morning. Can anyone else relate to this or did I just expose myself as a lunatic?

2.) I am incredibly sensitive to noise. Since moving into our house, I've been unable to nap during the day because of lawn mowers and weed eaters (and anyone who knows me knows how much I adore napping). I get irate with Clayton if he crunches ice in his glass. If you're a mouth breather, we probably can't be friends. Anytime someone in our office eats chips or carrots, I have to turn up the music of my computer to drown it out. Extra noise drives me INSANE. I've even yelled at Clayton for just coughing. I think I might have misophonia.

3.) This has sadly become the story of my life:

I've run 8 miles in a snow storm with 4 layers of clothing and a scarf wrapped around my face to protect me from frost bite, but I can count the number of times I've washed my kitchen floor on one hand.

4.) Last, but certainly not least, Clayton and I will be babysitting one of my good friend's puppies this weekend! Brittany's beagle mix was violated whilst hanging out in her yard this spring and well, a few months later, a beautiful litter of puppies was born! Brittany is in the process of finding forever homes for these little angels and since Joey is definitely an only child, I figured I could get my puppy fix by offering to dogsit while Brittany is on vacation. Tomorrow night, this sweet girl will be snuggled within an inch of her life by yours truly. I feel like such a dork, but I've been puppy-proofing our house in preparation for our furry little guest!

Monday, July 21, 2014

Weekend Recap

So the Facebook voting on my blog's name was pretty unanimous. Notably Neurotic it shall stay. And I can't say I'm mad about it. Switching blog names was a heck of a lot of work anyway and let's be honest, I am kind of lazy.

Now I'm wondering if I can get my $1 back from the domain registry company.

"And why exactly do you want us to refund your dollar, ma'am?"

"Because the people have spoken."

I suppose there are worst ways to waste a dollar.

It's actually a relief to have my friends point out that switching blog names would be ridiculous. I appreciate the honesty; I truly do. In fact, the more I thought about my reasoning for changing the name Notably Neurotic, the more I realized it's because I'm just kind of bored. As much as I am a creature of habit, I do like change (to an extent). To me, I thought change meant a huge overhaul of my website when in reality, all I needed to do was change-up the color scheme and add some stars at the top and BAM! I felt better. The itch has been scratched.

How was your weekend? I'll be honest, my weekend was half awesome and half not-so awesome. It was partly awesome because we spent all of Saturday drinking beer and floating down a river in Brookville, Indiana with Dan and Emily, and it was partly not-so awesome because from the time we got home on Saturday evening through today, I've felt incredibly sick. I don't know if it was from the sun, the river water or what, but I feel like a zombie. The entirety of Sunday was spent on the couch battling queasiness and today I'm still so out of it, I can't stand up for long stretches of time. My body is just completely wiped out. I haven't been able to eat since Saturday afternoon and trust me, nothing makes me sadder than losing my appetite.

So yes, to answer your question, I assume I'm dying of some rare river water disease.
Since we were floating in a raft that was likely to tip over at any moment (we saw several canoes hit rough waters and totally capsize!), we elected to keep our cell phones back in the car which meant no pictures, sorry. But  here's a lovely image from Whitewater River's website. I'm pretty sure this picture was taken in the early 90s, and you know what? They're still using those same, grubby life jackets today.

Friday night was excellent, too, because I tried a new recipe (à la Pinterest, of course) for No Bake Reese's Peanut Butter Fudge Bars. If there's one thing you should know about my beloved, it's that he goes absolutely nanners for anything with Reese's peanut butter cups. In the entire 11 years I've known him, he's never ordered anything but a Reese's cup Blizzard from Dairy Queen. Clayton is a creature of habit, and I adore him for it.

The verdict? They're yummers. Totally yummers.But beware! They are incredibly rich!

This recipe definitely gets the Notably Neurotic Seal of Approval (which I just made up).

Eating so many of the fudge bars on Friday night may be the reason why I feel so sick today. Who knows. 

Have a great Monday!


Friday, July 18, 2014

With a little help from my friends

Many of you many have noticed that my blog banner recently changed from "Notably Neurotic" to "Courtney in Progress" (because I have incredibly astute readers). This is because I've started to question if titling my blog "Notably Neurotic" has pigeonholed me into a very tiny blogging area. I mean, yes, neuroticism is definitely at the forefront of my personality, but sometimes I get tired of shining a spotlight on how incapable I am of handling daily life without exploding into a ball of anxiety and obsessiveness.

I ran the idea by Clayton (i.e. I told him I already purchased a new domain name for a cool $1) and I was caught totally off-guard by his reaction. I expected a dismissive, "Ok, whatever floats your boat"-type of reaction because Clayton is a man of few words, especially words involving the blogging world. But his visceral exclamation of, "WHAT!??? WHY!????" totally threw me off. Me changing my blog's identity is apparently likened to that of stepping on a baby seal.

"I love the name of your blog. It's so you. That's why I love you!" he said, defending why I should keep the name Notably Neurotic.

"Well, if that's the reason why you love me, then I feel really sorry for you." I replied lamely.

So I guess I'm putting my feelers out there to see if anyone else would have any objections to my changing the name of this blog. I considered Courtney in Progress because I feel it's a more accurate summation of how I live my life. Anyone who is actively trying to become a better version of themselves (with each individual's definition of "better" being completely subjective), could call themselves a work in progress. I feel like I have so much to learn and so much I want to improve upon as a person (I've got oodles and oodles of room for personal growth), making the title wholly fitting.

But I've been writing under Notably Neurotic since 2009 (holy balls, that's 5 years now) and I don't know if I want to mess with a good thing. (But what if that good thing could become better?!)

Ugh, I don't know.

Maybe I should just title this blog ""

Ooo! Actually, I kind of like that.




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