The Picture of Happiness

Hello.  My name is Courtney.  I’m twenty-four.  I have an awesome life.
Case in point:  Friday, when the boys I work with found out it was my birthday, Mexican food and margaritas immediately became involved.  They sang stupid Rascal Flatts songs with me in my car and I didn’t have to pay a cent for lunch.  [...]

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The Dream

Being a grown-up is taking its toll on me.
And that’s not a complaint so much as an observation.  I don’t hate it.  It tires me out, but I don’t hate it.  Mostly, I love it.  I love the stability and the routine of it.  I love the options I’ve got now.  I love the freedom.  [...]

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The Boy, Revisited

“I have something fun to tell you,” I smiled, working hard to control my giddy excitement.
“YOU’RE PREGNANT!” he exclaimed.
I laughed.  “Funny, my mom made that same joke when I called to tell her I had something I’d better tell her before it went up on the blog.”
He thought that was great.  “But what’s your real [...]

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The Price

Since the day I accepted my new job, I have not set foot inside Walmart.
I’m shopping at grocery stores where instead of having to dig through a stack of tomatoes to find the one with the fewest yellow spots and lumps, I can basically take my pick without much extra deliberation.  Not only that, but [...]

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The Car

I finally saw the pride and joy last night.  I sat in it.  I rode in it.  My shoes matched the original hunter green carpeting.  The windows were open and my hair blew around and the world smelled just like spring.
It was magnificent.
I love Tennesse and I love that car.
And that boy?
Getting there.

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The Music Rant

People ask me what kind of music I play or even simply what kind of music I like to listen to, and it’s complicated for me.  I feel like my songs tend to be lyrics first, melody second, whatever makes them work goes, so either way, I just end up describing what kind of music [...]

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