I Came Out Of The Closet

Kind of. My break up hasn't turned me to the other side (yet) even though I did strongly consider it for like two minutes. I also strongly consider it whenever I see pictures of Kate Upton but that's neither here nor there.

I came out of the blogging closet. (I know that that's probably not a thing but I'm making it one)

I know that I've read posts about this topic before but I thought I'd share my experience for those that are considering coming out or have already done so.

When I first started blogging, I was embarrassed. I hid it from everyone for fear of what they would think or say. I was absolutely terrified for anyone to know that I was a blogger and then the thought of my friends and family actually reading it?! Forget it. What if they hated it? Everyone was going to think I was weird or tell me that it was good but really just laugh at it behind my back. I seriously would feel like I was doing something super sneaky whenever I wrote a post. I almost kind of liked that part though because I have no secrets. If you tell me a secret, I won't tell a soul. But my own secrets? I tell everybody.

Welp, one day, I was pretty much called out on it and had to confess. I guess I hadn't been as sneaky as I thought I was. And all the bad things that I was scared of happening? They happened. I was made to feel bad about it.. I was made to feel so dumb about certain blog posts that I stopped writing about shit I actually cared about and then eventually stopped writing at all.

*Looking back, this should have been a red flag and I should've kept right on doing what I was doing. Blogging is something that I enjoy doing and although I was made to feel stupid for doing it, it was stupid of me to stop. Throw in some words that rhyme with fuck and I'll end this little rant right now*

Anywho, I've been back in New York for two months now and have been loving spending time with my friends who for the most part, I've known since elementary school. I've also made quite a few new friends who I swear, God was like "uh oh, Cortney's sad.. Better send her some new drinking buddies who she'll love for forever and ever. Amen." (Thanks guy.)

One night (after a pop or two) I was exchanging Twitter info with one of these new friends and he asked why I had two different Twitter accounts. I explained that I had two because one of them was linked to something secret of mine. Obviously he pressed the issue so I immediately spilled the ONE secret of mine that I hadn't told. Oops.

I expected to be made fun of.. For him to drop on the floor right there and laugh & point at my now very red face. Instead, he got so excited about seeing it that I had to show him. He (said) he loved it and started showing other friends of ours who then also said they loved it. I actually found out that quite a few of my girlfriends have been wanting to start a blog but didn't know how or were also embarrassed. People were actually excited about it and read it from beginning to end and then told me I needed to start again.. So here I am.

Long story short, I've now opened up this little piece of the interwebz to my friends and family. Do they all love it? Probably not. I know that what I write isn't for everyone but at least I'm not embarrassed to say that I blog anymore. It's actually kind of fun. Especially when you've had a few shots of Fireball.

To anyone considering coming out of your own blogging closet, I say do it. The people that truly love you will love it and if they don't, fuck 'em.

Nothing A Little Vodka Can't Fix.

Hi Blog World. I'm alive..  I've just been waiting to write until I actually felt alive again. For anyone that has followed this little blog of mine for any amount of time, you'll know that the whole thing was pretty much centered around my boyfriend, my dog and my life in Michigan. Well, since the last time I wrote, the dog and the boyfriend are no longer mine and I'm currently living back in Upstate New York with my room mate (my mom). Try not to be too jealous.

I fell off the face of the world pretty abruptly but my own little world crumbled rather abruptly so I hope you all can forgive me. 

I'm also writing from my phone which is annoying the living hell out of me but my laptop is still in Michigan along with all the rest of my belongings. Imagine living out of a suitcase for a week and how annoying that shit is. Now times it by 2 months and there you have my life. 

Note to self: When you break up, just suck it up and grab all your shit. You'll thank yourself 2 months later when you then realize you have to drive 10 hours away just to blow $800 on a UHaul and drive right back. 

Actually, this whole thing has been a huge learning experience. Probably one of the most painful things I've ever been through but let's learn things about break ups today, shall we?

1. Never move in with a guy after 1 month of dating. You effing idiot.

2. Don't buy a Great Dane together and don't fall in love with her.

3. Don't revolve your whole world around one person. Mother F.

4. Swear off all men & become a bitter person for the rest of your life.

5. Only do that for 5 minutes. 

6. Surround yourself with all those amazing people you've been living so far away from for so long.

7. Drink insane amounts of vodka with these people until they start asking when you're going to allow them to be sober again. 

8. Tell them NEVERRRR. 

9. Get back to being you.. Not the person someone wanted you to be. You're a happier person when you are you. 

10. Just go be awesome. Life is too short to be sad. 

Welp. That's enough life lessons for a Tuesday. Can't wait to start stalking and loving on all of you again! 

From Brat To Bestie

If you follow me on Instagram, you'll have already seen all the Instalove that Remi was receiving yesterday for her birthday. It's kind of sad that my dog is so much cooler than I am.

 

But seriously can not believe that my little girl is already one.. where does the time go?!

It seems like just yesterday that we were picking her out and bringing her home.

 

Gosh, I miss that little nugget of a pup on the left but definitely not how naughty that same little nugget was. I swear I still have nightmares.. but she has slowly become my new BFF (even after peeing on a pair of my boots last week) and I'm so glad that we decided to add her to our little fam. Or that Paul finally gave in after months of my begging.. which ever.

 

 I wonder if I'll be this sad over my hypothetical human children getting older..

 

An update on my blog design progress: Minimal.

My goal is to have this place back up and running full time by Monday next week..

Which probably means Tuesday since St Pattys just so happens to be on Monday & I really enjoy drinking green beer with a side of Irish Car Bomb(s). Enjoy being Irish this weekend friends! Hopefully this place will be looking a lot different next week!  

I'm Alive. I Promise.

Well, hello there March 11'th - aka my first post in March. Oops.

Just letting you all know that yup, I'm alive! And that things might start looking really funny around here as I'm pretending to be a blog designer.

X's and O's.

The Blogmopolitan Quiz

Thanks Erin for making me feel like a celebrity today!

I didn't get to participate during the last Blogmopolitan Quiz and felt a little left out so I was extremely pumped when I saw this little guy today. I think everyone should go link up because I haven't gotten my Cosmo (magazine or otherwise) fix in awhile.. mostly because I hate the fact that I'm older than every girl on the cover now. One day it was B-Spears being all fabulous and not bald and then all of a sudden, it's Ariana Grande looking all of 10 years old. This chick shouldn't even know how babies are made.. what the heck is she doing on the cover of Cosmo?

Well, that rant is over for now. Quiz time.

A Christmas Party In February?



A week away from the blog and you'd think I'd have my shit together before 4 PM on a Monday but apparently that's just not the case. I'm just now getting my head out of the clouds and it's not even from too much wine. Sadly, I was getting other people drunk until all hours of the night so it made for an interesting morning today.

 

2 months ago, my former boss asked if I would tend bar for their company Christmas party (yes, Christmas) for them at the end of February. 2 months ago, I was a couple of beers deep Feb 23rd seemed really far away and just like some mythical date that would never really arrive so I said yes. Needless to say, I was pretty pissed at myself when I woke up yesterday morning and said "mythical" date had arrived. 

 

Awhile back, I listed some ways to bug your bartender and after last night, I could easily make a whole new list. This list would be also be titled "20 Reasons Why I Will Never Set Foot Behind a Bar Again" .. but that's a little wordy and it would list names and faces along with a link to their Facebook page so that might not be the best idea.

 

But yesterday wasn't all bad because I did get to be hung over with girlfriends from out of town, drink pretty mimosa's and eat the most amazing eggs benedict in all the land.

 

 

If I could eat only one thing for the rest of my life, it might be eggs benedict from the Sundance Grill here in Grand Rapids. That and movie popcorn. I'm obviously really health conscious.

So enough about food and booze (but isn't that what this blog is about?).. I have some exciting stuff in the works which might have something to do with my playing hooky all last week. It's exciting to me anyway and I can't wait to share it with all of you!

Happy Monday friends.. it's almost over.

My Valentine

Happy Valentine's Day lovers!! Despite all of my bitching worrying yesterday, Pax did allow PDiddy to board a flight today and he is currently on his way into my loving arms. I don't even think we're actually doing anything special but I'm just happy to have that guy home. After living together for over a year now, I know that I can drive him crazy and vice versa but two days away and I'm needing his ass to get home so that my little world can start spinning again.. and that is so freaking corny that I'm making myself gag so I apologize.

So Happy Valentine's Day to this guy: (in the off chance that he actually reads this)

 

But enough of that mushy stuff.. I hope you all have a fabulous lover's day weekend full of chocolate and flowers and hopefully some pink champagne or something.