11 Things

NOTE: Blogger majorly failed at posting my blog for me last night. It was supposed to have automatically posted while I was away at dance class, but I just logged on and found out that it most definitely didn't. But, here it is anyway. Rawr. Stupid technology.

Believe it or not, I’m still kind of recouping from the anxiety attack I had over the weekend, so I really don’t have much fodder for ye olde blog today. It’s taken me several days to get my focus back on track and unfortunately my thoughts have been elsewhere (except of the meltdown I suffered in a dressing room last night, but that’s a story for a different day). Ever since Friday night, I’ve been going to bed with a nagging fear that I’m going to wake up panicking or dry heaving. So Clay has been perched on the end of the bed after he tucks me in and doesn’t leave the room until I can say “I will be okay” ... and really mean it.

Oh, that boy.

In addition to the helpful comments I got on yesterday’s post, I received an email from and old acquaintance that I knew many years ago when I was a pre-teen attending youth group at a local church. She read my blog and offered words of encouragement, recanting her own struggles with anxiety and how for her, her anxiety cycle usually began with negative thinking that spiraled out of control to what she referred to as a “mental ‘runaway train’”. I’m very guilty of being a “worst case scenario” kind of girl and she’s right, the second that I felt that something was amiss (my tummy distress), I got lost on a runaway train of “what ifs” and ultimately made myself sick. 

Her email was a tremendous help to my spirit.

I’m very much looking forward to Salsa class tonight. I think it’s our second to last class for the session and once I made up my mind to stop caring about whether or not I was “switching partners”, the whole experience has become much more enjoyable.  Clay and I aren’t ready to spend a night out on the town dancing at “da club” by any means, but we’re not half bad. We laugh at each other most of the time, and I think that’s half the fun. We’re clearly not ever going to rely on dancing as a discernible skill on either of our resumes, but I’m glad we tried something new.

Next on our agenda? 

Cake decorating class. 

It’s going to be better than Salsa simply because it involves cake. If Salsa had cake, I might have tried harder. 

Salsa cake. I win.
But since I have the emotional capacity of a wet sock and am a hot mess after my whole “ordeal” this weekend, today’s blog content with be short and sweet. I’ve seen a blog meme going around where people share 11 random things about themselves, answer 11 questions written by the person who tagged them, and then come up with 11 questions for the people they want to tag. Well, that sounds like 33 too many random questions, but I liked the 11 questions BacktoHerRoots came up with, so I’m going to use those … and then not tag anyone. Because I’m hateful like that. I just needed some blog content, people. Work with me
  1. What’s on your favorite pizza?
I never get to eat my favorite pizza because most people find it nasty and no one ever wants to split it with me. Believe it or not, I actually can’t eat a whole pizza by myself and usually find myself settling for just plain cheese (if I’m cheating that day) or tons of veggies. But if I was building my dream pizza, it would be ham and pineapple. Something about the sweet/salty combo paired with cheese (if I’m cheating that day) gets me.
  1. Who is your all-time favorite band or musical artist? Why?
If you asked me this question at 13, I’d answer “The Backstreet Boys” simply because I didn’t know any better. However, as an adult, I still don’t know if I have any better of an answer. For some reason, I’m just not really into most of the stuff that’s come out in the past several years. Sure, Adele sings to my soul, but is she my favorite? Nah. She’s not my favorite because I can’t belt out her gut-wrenching lyrics in my car without sounding like a moron. Her voice is too good and I feel like I’m not allowed to sing along. But I will happily tell you that my all-time favorite band/musical artist is The Beach Boys. I just love them. I’ve seen them in concert, I know all their songs, “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” is the song Clay and I danced to at our wedding, and they are one of the few bands whose cds I can play on repeat for days on end. Pet Sounds is probably the best album ever.  
  1. Do you like your name? If not, what would you rename yourself?
I really don’t like my name, honestly. (Sorry, Mom!) The Courtney’s I’ve seen in books or movies are usually slutty air-heads, and I just don’t feel like I have a “smart” name. I think it stems back to a book I had when I was 8 or so called My Crazy Cousin Courtney. Sure, it was the early 90s, so any of the shenanigans this Courtney character got herself into were tame, but everyone could tell that if this book were released in 2012, she's be addicted to meth and on the Maury Povich Show. However, I can’t see myself being called anything else, so I don’t know if I could rename myself if given the opportunity. But I will say this, I think my first and middle name flow together really well. Courtney Alexis just sounds pretty to me.
  1. What would be your last meal?
It would be a giant hamburger with French fries and a chocolate milkshake. I’ve never pretended to have a sophisticated pallet.
  1. What countries have you visited?
I’ve only been out of the country once and that was when we went to Mexico for our honeymoon. Clay and I are currently constructing our traveling “bucket list” with him wanting to explore Italy and me, France.
  1. What was the last book that you read? Did you like it?
The last book I read (reread, actually) was Jen Lancaster’s “Pretty In Plaid”. I reread it because I love it. Lancaster is the queen of hilarious nonfiction.
  1. What super power would you most like to have? Why?
The ability to control everything around me. And if I can’t have that, I’ll settle for the ability for 100 dollar bills to fly out of my butt at random.
  1. If failure wasn’t possible, what’s the one thing you would try to do?
*sigh* I’ve always wanted to be an actress. I used to write Leonardo DiCaprio fan letters telling him we could be friends once I moved to Hollywood and made it big. I was a loser, even at the tender age of 10. More realistically? I’d be a published author.
  1. What is usually your first thought when you wake up?
Do I really need to wash my hair or can I sleep for twenty extra minutes?
  1. What are your pet peeves?
I hate answering this question simply because I feel like I have more pet peeves than the average person and I’m afraid that makes me some kind of awful jerk or something. But, you asked, so here goes:
  • People who manipulate conversations and situations to be only about them like they’re the only person who’s problems/topics of conversation matter
  • Poor listeners
  • People microwaving food at work and making the rest of the office smell whatever monstrosity they’re eating
  • Mouth breathers
  • People with absolutely zero regard for anyone other than themselves (i.e. people who think everyone wants to hear them hum, people who stop in the middle of the aisle at the store and make others walk around them)
  • Talking obsessively about money (I have no desire to hear about how much you spent on something, how much money you make, how much is in your savings account, and why people who have to take out loans or have debt are bad)
  • People who whine about their situation with no intention of actually participating in making it better
  1. Vanilla or chocolate?
What a silly question! I used to not care for chocolate in the slightest, but after meeting Clayton, he got me hooked. I have to have it at least once a week. It’s a new food group.


  1. I always have so many responses to your posts!

    1. I will split that pizza with you any day, though I challenge you to take one step closer to my crazy and get pepperoni and pineapple. Sweet, salty, AND spicy.

    2. I still know all the words to BSB songs. Even the raps. I used to bust them out in college on road trips.

    3. My sister and I hate that our parents named us both things that they never intended to call us. They only ever called us by our full names (Alexa and Margaret, instead of Lexi and Meg) when we were in trouble, thus making us cringe and think "ugh, what did I do!?" to this day when strangers--nurses, professors, new bosses--call us by our "official" names.

    9. Fun Lexi fact: I always choose sleep. ...Maybe that's a smelly Lexi fact.

    10. I have SO MANY Pet Peeves. Call me angry if you want...I say I have standards.

    I'm SO excited to hear about your adventures in cake decorating!!


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