Back in the Grown-Up Club

Many months ago, enough months that I don’t remember how many but I’m guessing maybe even a full year at this point, our bed frame fell apart.

Twice.

Back before I met Grant, he lived with two of his cousins and things like this happened:

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That is Grant diving onto a couch. That poor couch.  It never stood a chance.

So just take this photo and replace that couch with our bed and…. yeah.  I married a 10-year old.

To be fair, neither of us LOVED the bed, but we had it, it was ours, he dove on it, goodbye bed.

So our mattress/box spring has been on the floor for months and I don’t know, I feel like I don’t actually LIVE in a place if my bed is ON THE FLOOR.  Just me. So, this year we decided to finally buy ourselves another bed in lieu of Christmas presents.

 

Pretty, right?

Marriage is exciting, you guys.

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Live Long and Prosper

Life has been so CRAZY lately.

At some point, hopefully sooner than later, I am going to sit down and detail for you the last two months (well, maybe just the beginning of November, mostly, because EUROPE), but until then, let it be known that I am STILL working on the Doctor Who Christmas Tree Ornaments (I think they will never be done, because I have only completed about a quarter of the ones I originally designed, and as you know, this show will still be playing when I am dead, so there will never be an end to characters which need to be designed for my tree) but at least I have a COUPLE I can use this year, and in the mean time, I made some other ornaments that look just as awesome and are just as geeky but were way less time intensive:

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That’s a couple of them on the tree. I made about twenty Star Trek and Star Wars ornaments (salt dough, cookie cutters, baked til they’re nice and hard, craft paint. Easy peasy) so now it’s not a Doctor Who tree, but it’s still a Space Fiction tree.

I’ll take it.

In other news, I decided to dust off ye olde recording equipment and do a nice little cover of a Christmas song, as I tend to do every year, only better this year because I’m using my nice stuff to record it, and I’m going to send the song to everyone who bought “Homemade” earlier this year.   I definitely still owe all of you a few more songs too.  Someday I will focus on music. I will. I want to.

Live long and prosper. And sing.
Merry Christmas.

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Calm

I’ve been freeeeeeeeaking out lately.  I’ve been feeling unsettled and uninspired and unEVERYTHINGYOUCANIMAGINE.

Someday I write about it all but at the moment it’s still sort of got to be kept under wraps.

When I was a kid, my mom spent a lot of time cross-stitching.  Every Christmas she’d make my brother and I a cross-stitched Christmas tree ornament with our name and the year on it.  She stitched elaborate pieces of art as wedding gifts and for her own walls.  At some point that hobby sort of faded into others, but I vividly remember her sitting in her chair, a blanket on her lap and a hoop and needle in her hands.  I tried it once or twice when I was a kid, but I would get frustrated and give up if I made a mistake, so it never really lasted.

Recently, though, I’ve discovered something similar that is really calming – hand stitching.

 

I started these guys a year ago, intending to have them done and hanging on a tree by Christmas.  I cut all the pieces and then just couldn’t decide on the best way to fasten them all together (glue? sewing on the sewing machine? hand stitching?) and so they just never got done.  I finally made a decision about a week ago, and I’ve been on a rampage ever since. Well – as much of a rampage as one can sustain while doing something as slow and methodical and stitching by hand.  But it’s been AMAZING.  It makes my brain quiet.  It makes my hands quiet.  It makes my heart quiet.  There hasn’t been a lot of quiet in my life lately (mostly my own doing, I admit) and something as simple as this has brought it all down a few notches.

I can see why my mom used to spend hours doing this stuff.

I think once these guys are done, I might start designing some non-licensed-character ornaments to sell on Etsy, or maybe make these as gifts. I’ve also been pinning the heck out of some embroidery tutorials.  It’s nice to have found something so simple that feels so right?  Does that sound cheesy? I know it does.  Don’t judge.

What’s calming you lately?

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Paying it Forward, Pt. 2

On Sunday an event invitation made its way to me on Facebook.

On Monday, for some reason I can’t even articulate, I decided to go back and read some of the archives at Courtney903.wordpress.com.  They’re still there.

I like me then, even though I could be a little abrasive at times.

I have been hearing this sentiment a lot lately, but I miss the old blogging days.  Many people have commented on the way the communities have changed, and I have noticed that too.  Some people have commented that the internet is so much more public now, and I really hear that. I mean, it was always public, but it’s harder to go unnoticed these days, with grandmothers and their Facebook accounts.  But what I miss most was just my own openness; the time I had to myself to think and strive to be thoughtful and encouraging (I failed sometimes, but who doesn’t fail sometimes?).  I think something changed in me when I went self-hosted.  Even though I never really hid my identity on the other iterations of my blog, this space made me feel especially exposed.  Honestly, it still does, sometimes.

I really want to blog like the old days. I really want to look at the world and see the good and come back and tell you all about it. I want that desperately.

And I tell myself, someday.

But Monday, I had my past self.  I had my archives.  I had that good attitude and helping spirit shining forward to me from years ago, and I think if I hadn’t gone back to read my old blog on my lunch break, I would have missed the best opportunity I have had in a long while.

Did you read that link to my blog up there?  Let me give you another chance.  When I wrote this particular post, I was still living in Murfreesboro, working retail, finding solace from a job I hated in the wonderful people I got to work with.  A few months earlier, I had a little coffee shop show and almost everyone I worked with showed up (along with a few other friends, to boot). I felt loved and supported and like maybe, after nearly a year in Tennessee, I might finally belong here.  So when a friend and coworker told me about her senior art show, I made it a point to go, because I knew how great that felt.  And seeing the smile on her face when I showed up – priceless.  I don’t think about it much, but reading this post took me back.  I still see it clearly.

A few people commented on the post – I was still getting comments in those days, ha! – and the overall sentiment was yeah! awesome! keep doing stuff like that!  The first comment was Eric’s.

On Sunday an event invitation made its way to me on Facebook, from Eric.  He was going to be here, promoting his new book (seriously, how cool is that?). Grant was out of town, it was short notice to invite anyone else (I did try, but you know, short notice), so I was on the fence about attending.  But on Monday, I read that post, and I knew it wasn’t an option anymore.

I walked into the tiny little book store (one minute early and the first one there.  no one told me book readings don’t start on time) and cautiously stepped into the back room.  He was the only one there.  And he looked up.  And I said hello.  And that friend at her senior art show?  His face did the same thing.

I mean, I guess the point of all of this is – wow, our blogging community, all of these years later. These connections may very well last a lifetime.  Thank you guys from the bottom of my heart for being my friend.

And also – go out and support your fellow humans.  The high is so much better than any high you’ll find by trying to help yourself.

 

 

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Because Daydreaming Is the First Step

I’ve been considering a lot of “next steps” lately. I’m beginning to feel a bit like a kid with “Senioritis,” knowing there is an end (and a beginning) in sight, but not having the power to get there, not yet.

A lot of the issue with that “not yet” has been fear.  Of course. Fear of my own abilities, fear of change, fear of failure.  Fear fear fear. But I’m really tired of being afraid.  Truly. And the best way to make big changes is to take baby steps. My first baby step, today, was making this list:

  • If things changed tomorrow, this is how I would spend my day:
    • Get up at 7:00, when Grant leaves.
    • Make coffee
    • Check email and clean it the heck out
    • Blog
    • Vocal exercises
    • Organize existing songwriting ideas
    • Renew NSAI membership
    • Sing sing sing sing
    • Clean up after myself, because there’s time
    • Find a place to set up my mbox/microphone so it’s easily to plug in and record when writing
    • Write a little (just a little)
    • Be done with “work” when Grant walks in the door.
  • If things changed tomorrow, this is how I would spend the day after that:
    • Get up at 7:00, when Grant leaves.
    • Make coffee.
    • Check email.
    • Blog
    • Vocal exercises
    • Sing sing sing sing
    • Write a little (a little more than the day before)
    • Pick a song and send it in to NSAI for critique
    • Go through NSAI event calendar and make a plan to attend any events possible
    • Figure out how to ask my voice teacher for help. You know, beyond the singing help she’s already so awesome at providing.
    • Be done with “work” when Grant walks in the door.  Possible squeeze in a trip to the grocery store.
  • If things changed tomorrow, this is how I would spend the third day:
    • Get up at 7:00, when Grant leaves.
    • Make coffee.
    • Check email.
    • Blog.
    • Vocal exercises.
    • Sing sing sing sing.
    • Write a little (a little more than the day before0
    • Write emails. And Facebook messages. And tweets. And send one great song. To those people.  Those people I know.  There are a few of them. Those people who could help.
    • Keep writing.
    • Make a plan for recording a demo.

 

If things changed tomorrow, life would be terrifying.  Maybe it’s time for that.

But… not quite tomorrow.

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Towels Coming Out of My Ears and other Stream of Consciousness Nonsense

Right now I’m hanging out in bed with a glass of sangria and my ipad (except now I’m on Millie the Macbook for ease of blogging, but just a second ago – the ipad) feeling pretty proud of myself.  Grant and I got up fairly early this morning (for a weekend, anyway, but make no mistake. We let the sun get up before us), made coffee and breakfast, watched an episode of Voyager (Sci-Fi Saturday Mornings are my thing – like grown up Saturday Morning Cartoons – unless I get so unbelievably hooked on a show that my life turns into Sci-Fi Anytime until I make it to the end *ahem-Battlestar Galactica-ahem*) and then got to work.

Clean clothes which have been piled on chairs on Grant’s side of the room for months?  Folded and put away.  Extra hangers laying everywhere? Put away.  Piles of clothes in lumpy messes in the closet?  Looking like a retail shop again. And the best thing is – three closets (THREE! CLOSETS!) were all totally torn apart and put together again.  There is a pile as tall as me for donation and recycling sitting by our front door.

For. The. Win.

The biggest thing we decided to do when we committed to living here longer-term than we originally planned was go through everything (and I mean – again! – because we did this a little over a year ago when I moved in) and decide what could go and where it should go.  That second part is possibly the more important piece there, because we have had almost one entire closet FULL of towels for the last year.  Of course they all get used, because I hate laundry, but then we have baskets and baskets of towels everywhere and it takes three days just to wash all of them! (our washer/dryer – oh, we’re so thankful to have one at all up here – is itty bitty).  I’ve been meaning to get rid of AT LEAST half of them since the moment I set foot in this place, but the thing is – what do you do with towels? That is way too much stuff to just throw away, but surely Goodwill doesn’t take towels right?  Even the ones you’ve never used?

(side note: we did NOT register for towels for our wedding, and we only received one rogue pair of towels as a gift.  This was a pre-existing condition, mostly leftover from my college days wherein I accepted a whole boat-load (probably literally) of lost-and-found towels from the swimming pool where I worked, and also got towels and more towels and even more towels as graduation gifts. Grant had a similar hoarding problem, although his seemed to be specialized in the hand towel and washcloth segment of the terrycloth madness)

Well, google is my friend.  Animal shelters take towels! We now have two giant trash bags full of towels and I hope some puppy stays very dry because of them.

Anyway, we just really needed to make this place comfortable again and we are so well on our way.  We’ve made lots and lots of improvements over the last year – both aesthetically and functionally, and we have lots more to make (hello, I still do not know what to do with our bikes that we never even ride because HI three flights of stairs), but I really believe we can make two bedroom living work for us for a long time (talk to me again in a couple years when we (hopefully) have a kid running around. ack).

And that’s why I’m laying in bed relaxing.  Because the living room is a mess. :)

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So Good For Right Now

We have been working toward some really aggressive financial goals lately.  Super aggressive.  One of them, as of last month, is met (so long student loans, and good riddance!) and ever since I sent in that final payment, I have been scrambling in my brain and in spreadsheets at work when I should be focusing on, you know, work, trying to figure out where that money should go next.  We have two big goals:  pay off my car (I still hate that I had to give up my totally paid for Breeze named Baby, but Sidney the Honda is a nice girl too, albeit, you know, not paid for) and buy a house.

Well, at least, we did.

You know what?  Paying off huge debt feels great.  Knowing you had the means and capacity to pay it off early feels great.  But it is so totally soul crushing to then have to look and say, Oh My Gosh, there is more where that came from.

I can’t take it anymore.

So we did some soul searching, and we decided to QUIT SAVING FOR A HOUSE.

And by that, I mean, we are still saving the same amount of money we always have been and it will more than likely go toward a house someday but by God, I cannot focus on buying a house in a certain price range in a certain neighborhood by a certain date anymore.  We have more important things to worry about.  Like cleaning our closets out and riding our bikes once in awhile.

So part of that decision has been a renewed sense of making our condo truly ours, and for that, I’m really excited.  We’ve put in some simple work like putting some color on the walls and swapping out some furniture, and we have some more simple things like that on a list.  Our place is small (smallish – there are people out there working with much less than we have and they have my total respect) and I’m sure it will only feel smaller as life continues to twist and change, but we’ve committed.  This is where we live. This is where we’ll love.

And I love so much about it, and we have so many ideas, big and small, for making it feel like our grown-up, so-good-for-right-now home.

Who needs a big house full of empty rooms anyway?

Not us.

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Weekend Bliss

Weekends are lovely this time of year.

We spent most of Saturday cleaning up the place a bit. Then we laid out fancy (but easy-peasy!) snacks and shared an evening viewing of Les Miserables with my friend Paige.

It was Grant’s first time seeing the movie. None of us could resist making fun of Russell Crowe. That guy was not meant to sing.

Sunday we had lunch with Grant’s side of the family, and then popped over to visit our friends Jason and Chelsea. Jason officiated our wedding, and almost a year later we still hadn’t done much to thank him for accepting such a special place in our history. So, we surprised him with a gift he loved, and we sat in the back yard in the shade, and enjoyed a drink and each other’s company.

All in all, a lovely couple of days.

And hey, look at how these guys are doing.

Plus a couple more in the corner, now.

How was your weekened?

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Put My Heart Down

And because I want to remember this foreeeeeeeever:

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She’s basically been liking any tweet where someone tells her the new album is awesome so it really probably doesn’t mean anything BUT I’M GOING TO PRETEND IT DOES. The end.

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Music Row

Did you know that if you google “Music Row” and view the images you actually get a bunch of pictures of downtown on Broadway? Not the same thing, my friends.  But I know why that happens – Music Row really doesn’t look that impressive.

There you go, country music fans.  It’s just a normal little street – well, a couple of normal little streets.

We’re going to see Nickel Creek (!!) at the Ryman this weekend, and hopefully continuing with springy activities like cleaning (sigh) and tending to our little #shoegarden and just enjoying the nice weather.

Happy Easter Weekend!  Hope you have a lovely one.

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