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.




Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Lunchtime Weekend Recap

Happy Monday!

*scratch scratch*

Yes, I still have my rash. Why do you ask?

I'm coming up on my 2 week anniversary with pitysiaris rosea, and I have no idea if it's getting any better. The itching went away for a few days and the spots seem to be fading, but some mornings they suddenly seem a bit bigger and redder. So in the meantime: Tan, epsom salt bath, repeat.

How was your weekend? Mine was pretty good, albeit short. Part of my job in the Student Life office is to organize (and obviously participate in) student activities and trips. My boss organized a day trip to French Lick winery and I spent most of the day with a bus-full of students, touring the famous resort and sampling wine. It wasn't a bad day by any means, but I was still tired when I got home on Saturday night.


 A few pictures from the hotels.
Both West Baden and French Lick Springs have a lot of history and are absolutely beautiful!

We spent Saturday evening with my in-law's because I haven't seen them since, gosh, Father's Day? We played cards, caught up, and enjoyed a bottle of French Lick's Rhubarb wine. To date, that is the only sweet wine I can stomach for an entire glass.

Sunday I woke up somewhat early and made myself a nest on the futon in our guest room and watched at least 5 hours of The Office (My emotional investment in those characters runs just as deep the second time around). I pulled myself away from the couch only to shower, use the bathroom, and eventually go on a 7-mile run.

I haven't run more than 5 or 6 miles since the Hoosier Half Marathon in April, so I was nervous I'd be a little rusty. I adjusted my Garmin to display total distance only because it was muggy, I was groggy and I had zero business worrying about how fast I was going. Sometimes the summer months are better spent just trying to run from Point A to Point B without worrying about how quickly you get there.

But I finished my run without any walk breaks (which is what I was mostly concerned about) and got caught in a lovely rain shower during my final 2 miles and the mile-long stroll back to my car.

And I stopped for post-run selfies. Because rain or shine, there is always time for post-run selfies.  

Geeze, face. Red and bloated much?

Then I came home, took another shower, and watched more The Office until it was time for bed.

In conclusion, my weekend was equal parts busy and lazy. The best kind of weekend!

Thursday, July 10, 2014

I'm a monster

I apologize for the impending pity party.

My body recently broke out in what can only be described as a head-to-toe field of rash patches and I'm so uncomfortable and embarrassed, I barely want to leave the house.


Several weeks ago I noticed a circular patch of pink, raised skin on my right shoulder and was devastated by the possibility that it was ringworm. Confident I caused it by wearing the same sweaty sports bra for several days in a row, I felt dirty and gross. I bought a tube of fungal cream (is "fungal" not one of the most unsexy words ever?) and applied it vigorously and liberally for over a week with zero improvements.

I was ready to just cut my shoulder off and call it a day.

To add insult to injury, last Wednesday I woke up with oval-shaped bumps all over my abdomen. The next day the bumps had multiplied and by the end of the weekend, I had raised pink patches all over my tummy, chest, neck and back.

Oh, and I itch like the dickens. I've been sitting on my hands in order to fight the urge to tear off my epidermis. I can't sit still for longer than five minutes without immediately scratching at my leg or back. The odd thing is, the pink patches don't itch ... my entire body does. My ears, my scalp, the bottoms of my feet--everything.

Almost immediately, Clayton recognized what he believes to be a case of pityriasis rosea (Google it). Apparently Clay had it when he was a teenager and what I'm going through mirrors his situation almost exactly. The big circular patch on my back is referred to as the "herald patch" and it shows up a few weeks before your body basically explodes into one giant rash. The small ovals begin in your lower abdomen and then work their way around your torso until no one wants to love you anymore.

The best part? There's no cure. You have to let it run its course. No one knows how pityriasis rosea develops (it's not a fungus, it's not a bacterial thing), so there's no real way to fix it. It's been suspected that it's viral and is oftentimes likened to the chicken pox. You just have to make yourself comfortable over the next several weeks or months (hopefully just a few weeks in my case). The good news is that I didn't get this because I'm some foul creature with bad hygiene. The bad news is that I have to just suffer with it for awhile.

I've been eating Benadryl like Pez in an effort to calm the excessive itching, but it's not helping much. I've been alternating oatmeal and Epsom salt baths and have even resorted to buying a few tanning bed sessions because it's heavily documented on the internet that the UV rays help. I've had to talk myself down from having a panic attack because I keep looking at photos and reading about a few people who suffered with this for almost a year (Clayton takes my phone away from me at night so I can't obsessively research this and freak myself out more).

I just hope that this is pityriasis rosea and not some chronic skin issue. Apparently once you have it, you rarely ever get it again (again, much like the chicken pox). It's not contagious, so you can all keep being my friends. But I did feel a little weepy and sorry for myself this morning when I put on one of my favorite work dresses and noticed that the herald patch is perfectly visible.

Argh. There are so many more important things going on in the world right now and I'm over here, talking about a rash. But we have the ability to make our worlds pretty small, eh?

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

5 Things

How is it seriously Wednesday already?

I'm not mad about it, I'm just sayin'.

It's been awhile since we last spoke, so I thought this would be the quickest way to catch up:

I gotta stop making graphics I'll never use again.

1.) Over the 4th of July weekend, Clay and I went on a nighttime zip lining tour in Nashville, Indiana. Though I'm not particularly afraid of heights, I was not a huge fan of standing on a platform 20 or 30 feet up in the air with no railing. We were tethered to the tree, but that couldn't stop me from imagining myself falling to my death. And Clayton planted the idea that Bigfoot could be roaming in the forest, right underneath us, and well, you know how that goes.

2.) I've been having the WORST luck with my clothes lately. I always think I'm so brilliant when I manage to score a really nice top for less than $10 (seriously, come shopping with me sometime), but after one wash, everything seems to shrink, pill or tear. I follow the laundering instructions to a T, but I've ruined 3 shirts in the past few months. Maybe because each shirt was only $10 ...

3.) My hair has finally grown out and is a mere few inches from my desired length, but I keep pinning pictures of short hair styles on Pinterest. I don't think I'd ever cut my hair this short, but I can't help but think that it would be flattering for my face shape and hair texture:
And I'm still in love with the ombre look on brunettes!
4.) Our garden started out so promising this spring, but our newbie gardening status caused one of our garden boxes to literally explode with veggies. We tried transplanting the pumpkin seedlings since they were the jerks that were causing most of the trouble, but they died immediately after the move. I'm disappointed because out of everything we planted, having our own pumpkins for Halloween is what I was the most excited about.

5.) We saw 22 Jump Street over the weekend and much to my dismay (and without giving anything away), there was an octopus in the opening scene (I know, right?). So I watched the rest of the movie with my knees to my chest and my feet off the ground because my subconscious convinced me there was an octopus lurching around the theater floor. 
P.S. You should really see this movie. 

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