by Courtney on June 1, 2011
Anyone who knows me or has been following my blogs for any amount of time (well, since pre-pregnancy) knows that I’m a pop culture junkie. I love the Twilight Saga of books and movies hardcore, and I blame my pregnancy on reading smexy Twilight FanFiction! If you’re not aware of this world of smutty literature, you need to jump in honey, coz HOLY SHIT ITS HOT! I love American Idol and was extremely passionate about this latest season, only to see country boy Scotty win in the end (I waited all season for that?)! And do I even need to remind you of my Adam Lambert obsession? My point is, I’m a Pisces and I live in a fantasyland that I’ve created for myself on my own time and I love to blog about these interests (sometimes) on Life At Thirtysomething, but definitely on my other blog aptly titled Pop Culture Junkie. The strange thing is; ever since I’ve become pregnant, and especially as my pregnancy comes to a close and reality sets in of the baby’s birth around the corner, I find my obsessions seriously waning. What happened to the old me??!!
Courtney, can't you just love me AND the baby and get on with it?
Don’t get me wrong, I still love my Twilight and Robert Pattinson (duh!), but I just don’t feel particularly inspired to write anything on the topic these days. My man Adam is performing live concerts in Europe right now and vids are popping up all over the internet, but I can’t be bothered to post them to my blog. I’m reading a baby book right now, but I’ve booked an interview in two weeks on Pop Culture Junkie with an author of a new paranormal romance book, and it’s like pulling teeth for me to put my baby book down to read what promises to be some yummy adult book reading! My how things have changed! All I care about is finding the perfect glider and ottoman set for my baby nursery for all those late nights breastfeeding!! Will I ever get back to the old me, or will all my interests change when my baby enters this world?
Something tells me that when the initial freak out of having a baby wears off and I’m used to being a mom that some of these other interests will come back strong – especially when Breaking Dawn comes out in November! But jeez, it’s a bit strange to just feel so uninterested in stuff I used to follow with such fervor!
Thank God I’m having a girl though. Hopefully she’ll be like a little mini me and we’ll enjoy doing all these girlie things together, like going to see Justin Bieber concerts and attending midnight showings at the movies! But I think the days of staying up until 4a.m. reading FanFiction that I can’t put down are over…that is, unless there’s a baby getting a little grub in while mommy gets a little smut in!
by Courtney on January 27, 2011
What I tell my husband...
For some reason, every day my husband asks me if I feel pregnant. I guess he’s just curious about how I’m feeling and maybe it all still seems a little surreal to him. At 15 weeks and 3 days along, I can’t remember at what date my answer went from “nope,” to “yep,” but these days, I definitely feel pregnant. There are of course, every day physical reminders that I’m “with child,” and then there are the things that have nothing to do with how I feel, but just things I sort of neglect now that I once spent so much time on.
The Bump
If you’ve been paying attention to my weekly Baby Bump Watch pictures, you know that I’m not really that big yet. I still have more of a pooch then a real genuine baby bump. But it doesn’t matter how small it is, it makes itself known all the time! Like, it hurts to sit on a chair and bend over to put my shoes and socks on, I get all crampy and stuff. Jeez, what’s it going to be like when I have an 8-month bump?? Last night my lower back was sore, so I decided to lie on my stomach for a little bit in bed – not directly on the belly, but sort of putting my weight on my side. But as I was lowering myself down like a push up, I got a sharp cramp in my lower stomach. It was like a warning sign! But I did it anyway; lightly, slowly. And within three minutes I got a shooting cramp in my toe. MY TOE! Needless to say, I flipped over.
The Waddle
Now obvy it’s WAAAAAY too early for me to be waddling. But sometimes, when I get up from my seat at work, or at home or, well, anywhere, I feel myself getting dangerously close to a waddle. What is that about?? I was talking to a fellow preggo at work and we discussed the dreaded waddle. We pondered; why does it feel so comfortable to waddle? Idk, it just does. I seriously hope this pre-waddling doesn’t turn into a full-on waddle. I used to have a sexy walk ya know. Just kidding, but once my husband did tell me I had “swagger.” Can I have pregnant swagger? If so, I’m gonna try real hard.
The Change in Past-time Entertainment
Jeez Courtney, I MISS YOU! Come back to me!!
My Us Weekly magazine subscription ran out three months ago and I’ve yet to renew it. I’ve missed so many issues, you have no idea. And my book club on my Pop Culture Junkie blog is barely even on life support these days. I’ve had the book “Water For Elephants” sitting on my coffee table for an entire month and I’ve yet to read page one. I want to, but damn, these baby books dominate my reading time! I used to come home and blog about “Twilight” and Robert Pattinson until well past midnight, and now I’m blogging about pregnancy acne and waddling, and I’m in bed by 11pm – and that’s still not early enough for my pregnant self. When I go to blog on my pop culture blog I just stare at a blank Word document and a blinking curser where I’m supposed type something. I’ve got nothin’ to say! I need to renew that Us Weekly subscription or get back to reading “Twilight” blogs for a little inspiration vs. mommy/pregnant blogs that are freakingmethefuckout! TV, movies, and celebrities tell me one story about motherhood, and mommy blogs tell me another. I fear the latter is the real story. *Biting nails*
Career Drive
Pre-pregnancy, I was thinking about my next step at work and where I wanted to be in five years. Now, all I want to do is nest. I want to spend all my time preparing for baby and reading all there is to know about breastfeeding – it still scares me. Look, work is getting in the way of my creative juices flowing in which I’m supposed to be thinking of ways I can be a stay-at-home mom and somehow still make money. Who wants to advertise on my blog? Baby’s R Us? Target? CALL ME!
So yes, I feel pregnant. And I’m sure this list of in your face reminders of pregnancy will only grow the further along I get. But like I said; as much as this was all a surprise to me, I can’t imagine my life playing out any differently than it is right now. And though I feel bad about it, I’m sure Robert Pattinson understands that he’s not my #1 anymore.
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by Courtney on May 21, 2010
by Courtney on May 14, 2010
Uh oh…it’s happening: I’m starting to get really, really Twitarded again! I just watched Oprah’s much anticipated “Eclipse” special with Robert Pattinson, Taylor Lautner, and Kristen Stewart and all I want to do right now is cartwheels across my living room floor! O-MIGAWD, this show just reaffirmed my apeshitness over all things TWI-LIGHT!
WHOOHOO! Can you feel it in the air? It’s electric! June 30th – get here already you muther!
I’ve been chomping at the bit for about three weeks now knowing that the big “O” was going to have the cast on her show for a special “Twilight Saga: Eclipse” episode. The idea of having RPATTZ and TayTay on one show for an entire hour sent me to the moon and back faster than Neil Armstrong! And lemme just say; the show did NOT disappoint!
Excuse me while I dissect the cast on Oprah…
Courtney, there are many sides to me. I can show you...
Robert Pattinson, you funny boy! I always just thought you were eye candy with nothing else really going on. I mean, that’s ok because your hotness certainly carries you through every possible scenario in life. But you are super cute and funny too, Robby! When you knocked on the door of those unsuspecting “Twilight” fan’s houses and the mom screamed, “OMIGAWD YOU’RE SO HOOOOT”, you really took it in stride. In fact, you even made my husband “LOL” with your funny commentary about breaking in to one of the houses that weren’t answering the door quickly enough. You’re sooo baaaad. I like it. What other bad things are you capable of? (Courtney, SNAP OUT OF IT, people are reading!)
Kristen Stewart, you were a bit more tolerable today. So that’s good. I need to continuously remind myself that you’re just a 20-year old girl only dating the hottest vampire in the world and I should cut you some slack. Wait, NO I SHOULDN’T! Step it up girl! Stop being so effing awkward already. Twitch, twitch, studder, studder! GAH! Cut that shit out! Just go sit on RPattz’ lap and shutz up. You do have really pretty green eyes though. And ok, I like you because you’re Bella. I kidded about the previous stuff. *winks*
Court, you can touch 'em if you want. I'll let you...
Taylor Lautner, Taylor, Taylor Lautner: come to mama! Your abs KILL ME! They’re really inappropriate to be honest. A married girl shouldn’t be worked up into a tizzy over your eight pack like this. It really should be illegal to be that hot. And that young (Oh be-have!). That “Eclipse” scene with you leaning up against the car with your shirt off and your 12-pack flexing inappropriately was so mind boggling that I think the rewind button on my remote is permanently stuck in the down position. I mean really, you’re so flippin’ ridic that my husb even admitted you were good looking! Of course he was trying to say that he didn’t think RPATTZ was a good looking guy, but he thought you were. You see, you have power over men too. Not fair, you 30-pack tease! *winks again*
And GOOD GRIEF, that brand new scene in “Eclipse” that Oprah showed (watch here) where Edward and Jacob were fighting over Bella, well, it had me doing the Irish jig in my living room! I was a giddy mess wanting more and more!*Sighs*
A passionate explanation
One of the “Twilight” Mom’s summed up this ridiculous obsession perfectly when asked about all the fan fair surrounding these books and movies. She said: “I think you miss the passion of your first love. It was just so passionate. And now you’re married, you have kids. You’re working. It’s a 24/7 job. And this is an escape. You relive your passion.” I concur girlfriend. I couldn’t have said it better myself!
Ok, in T-minus 47 days “Eclipse” will be upon us. And I cannot be held responsible for my fan girl blog talk over this timeframe. So, consider yourself warned… And let the countdown begin!
by Courtney on May 5, 2010
Right now, I could very well be a multi-millionaire. I hold in my hand the digits that stand between me and my future very wealthy self. Earlier today, Jeff dropped a ten spot at the local gas station and, hopefully, this casual move has secured our future for life. And I probably shouldn’t say this; but I’m feelin’ pretty lucky! Now I don’t mean to jump the gun, but I thought I’d share with you how we plan to spend our newly acquired loot…
Well, I should clarify: In between the time that Jeff bought the ticket and the time that I got home from work, he had already made a detailed plan for distributing the $164 million (after taxes). And of course, it’s all very responsible <yawn>.
Let’s just marvel at Jeff’s maturity and sensibility, shall we?
*Assuming there’s no gift tax.*
- Both sets of our parents will take home $2 million. Good thing both sides are still married.
- Both of our brothers will enjoy $500K each. Personally, I’d give them more (kinda stingy if you ask me), but this is really Jeff’s list.
- 10% to charity ($8 million to Wabash College, Jeff’s alma mater, and the other $8 million to a charity to-be-determined). Note: my alma mater, Indiana University, got zilch.
- $40 million will be placed in a new endowment under our names, Courtney and Jeff’s Foundation, and the cause is once again, TBD. (Obvy, we’ll need to find a pet cause, that’s for sure).
- $100 million will go into a trust fund for our family of future mini moguls, which we will surely raise to be non-snobby trust fund babes.
- And the final $3 million – my closet upgrade (Hey, he hadn’t placed the final $3 mil).
Ok, now that we got that outa the way…
How I will spend my millions…
I don’t know about you, but I’ve killed off many 5ks on the treadmill just listing, in my mind, what I’d do with the millions I’ll win in the lottery. It’s amazing how fast time can fly by when you’re counting your million dollah bills. Of course, being the small-minded girl that I am, I immediately think of the mansions I’m going to purchase in Malibu and Indianapolis, the exotic convertibles I’m going to roll around in, and the impossibly impractical crocodile leather handbags that I will rock, with labels such as Hermès and Balenciaga. I will drop every last bit of clothing that I own off at the local consignment shop. No, I won’t have time to collect a $50 bill from them in exchange; I’ll just head straight to the Salvation Army and never look back.
Babe, am I meeting you in Paris or Milan?
I will take three full months and travel to places such as Europe, Australia, New York, and maaaaaybe Asia. Oh I should mention that I will quit my job on the spot. Not because it’s a bad job, because I actually do like my job. But why blow eight hours a day making “X” dollars an hour when you’re already worth more than an entire career’s worth of days at that job? It makes no sense. No, I will spend all my time doing the “pie in the sky” things I would LOVE to do in my career, such as becoming a famous blogger, a bestselling author, and illustrate a series of children’s books.
Funny enough, as I rattled off these career ideas to Jeff he said; “well you need capital to do these things you know.” Uhhhhh, ya, let me pick up the phone and call myself and ask for a frickin’ loan! Oh what’s that? I’m approved? CHA CHING! Now, what color Balenciaga bag should I get? Orange? And…what should I name my book…“Lifestyles of the newly rich and wannabe famous”?
If you win the lottery instead of me, how would you spend your millions?
by Courtney on April 26, 2010
Sometimes, I wish I was an anonymous blogger. I want a license to spew unapologetically on my blog. I want to be the most immature person on earth when I feel like it – and the most refined advice giver you’ve ever met as well. In essence, I want to go filter free.
But, you see…I can’t. Why you ask? Well for one, my mother-in-law reads my blog (Hi Patty!). Really though, I’m not as concerned with her as I am about oh, I don’t know…MY BOSS! In fact, I’m not convinced that he hasn’t Googled me at some point, which is a bit unsettling. And then there’s my dad. My poor dad cannot adjust to the fact that I’m now a 30-year old woman who just so happens to cuss like a sailor. In the times that he does read my blog, his first comment is always something about me being a “potty mouth”. (Dad, really?). And then he’ll say he liked everything else about the blog post.
Why not just go anonymous?
One problem with anonymity: I’m an attention monger. I think intrinsically, bloggers are attention seekers. They like to bitch about what they hate and wax poetic about what they love – and they think the world should care (or at least they hope). I for one, fall very much into this category. I’ve always been kind of an attention whore. I’ve been like this all my life. My older brother is the biggest attention hoe-bag on the planet and my husband runs a close second. You must be thinking; how do you get a word in edgewise? Well, I blog. I get to say whatever I want here! Er…at least I try to.
And lately, I’ve been having some oh-so-funny experiences that I’d LOVE to blog about. It’d be a freakin’ riot to write about these little adventures! But damn it, I’m too big of a puss about whose going to read it! GAH!
Anonymous bloggers have more fun
I follow a handful of bloggers who have chosen to conceal their identity and clearly, they have A LOT more fun saying what’s on their mind – unfiltered style. You’ve got the thirtysomething chicks over at “Twitarded” who have their fingers on the pulse of what goes on deep into the psyche of Twilight obsessed woman everywhere. I doubt you’ll find a couple of cruder beyotches in the blogosphere, but hell, I love ‘em! They feed my immature, nasty imagination. Recently, “Latchkey Wife” joined the girls of “Twitarded” to triple the shock value. And ‘course, reading their blogs not only makes me “LOL”, but it gives me a major case of the jealousies (noun meaning: the feeling you get when you read something and you’re all, “shit why didn’t I write that?” Noun courtesy of Jamie Varon).
Anonymity isn’t just for the likes of Twitards that write endlessly about jumping Robert Pattinson’s bones or pooping in his trailer. I’ve read Mommy blogs in which even they don’t want you to know who they are. Why? Because they too have a strong affinity for four letter words that start with EFF.
Damn, you're in a pickle girl...
So what do I do? Throw caution to the wind and just blog away, free-style? Well, not sure about that either. I’ve read about bloggers getting the big heave-ho from work after blogging about co-workers, for example. But cool enough, this particular blogger got the last laugh because she’s now a profesh blogger who makes loads of $$$ off her F-bombs. Once again: jealous.
Ok, how about I change things up on Life at Thirtysomething? What if I get a new, cheekier name? Any suggestions? Whoever has the coolest one wins! (Don’t ask what). The easiest thing I could do is remove my picture and any mention of my name. But then, can I still post my blogs on Facebook – where everyone knows it’s me? Of course we run into the little problem of being an attention monger who loves your praise in the form of comments and pats on the back in person. Oh lord. Some people stress about their jobs, or world wars. I stress about my blogs. Tomate-O, tomat-O.
by Courtney on April 21, 2010
This is a direct quote from my husband. Swear.
This will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me, but I’m like, a major pop culture junkie. I love me some suuuuurrrrreeeaallll life like you wouldn’t believe. It’s true. I follow entertainment blogs on a regular basis and get daily e-newsletters from People Magazine and Us Weekly. I mean, it’s important that I know the breaking headlines. (What? There was a big volcano eruption? Where?). I watch “American Idol” and “Dancing with the Stars” with fervor and I see a new movie almost weekly.
The most notable of my pop culture obsessions has to be the “Twilight” series of books and movies. Ok… and as long as I’m being honest, I also have a freakish obsession with Adam Lambert. THERE. I SAID IT! The cat’s outa the bag. You know me. You really, really know me now. Are we still friends?
Well, up until now, I’ve saved my fan girl ramblings on the likes of Robert Pattinson and Taylor Lautner for my other blog, Pop Culture Junkie. I guess I thought Life at Thirtysomething was going to be about my OTHER interests. You know; the ones where I don’t have to hold my breath and pause for reaction when I hit the send button. But lately, I’ve been gettin’ tired of two bloggy blogs. It’s too time consuming to be two people – the 30-year old, and the 13-year old. Truth is; in many ways, I AM 30 going on 13. It’s my form of escapism form normal, everyday life. And so, if I’m going to write a blog about my life and the shiznet I care about, pop culture is going to weigh heavy on the menu of topics.
Spastic fan girl
What? You mean you haven't told them about us?
So there you have it, I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to start blogging about pop culture here. I should warn you; I’m not as classy and mature as you perceive me to be now. I know, I know: surprise, surprise. But sometimes I’m just a spastic fan girl about my celeb love. Sometimes I want to gush about how freaking GORGE Robert Pattinson is… like in a way that a married girl shouldn’t. I want to delve into why at times he just looks OK in pictures, and other times he’s so HAWT, it’s stupid.
And I won’t even mention my life-size cardboard cutout of RPattz. No, it’s too soon. I’ll save that for a later post when I’m sure you’ve accepted the real me.
To my mature audience who couldn’t give a lick about pop culture, don’t be skerd. I’m still going to blog about life stuff, like how my dog’s giant balls are meeting their maker any day now, or how I plan to run naked in San Francisco’s Bay to Breakers annual 12k race. Ok, I’m not really going to run naked. I’m going to wear a bag over my head, you know, so no one knows it’s me.
So ya, I’m just going to infuse all of me in this blog now – not just my better half.
…And guys, I think you’re really going to love me! xoxo
Anyone who knows me or has been following my blogs for any amount of time (well, since pre-pregnancy) knows that I’m a pop culture junkie. I love the Twilight Saga of books and movies hardcore, and I blame my pregnancy on reading smexy Twilight FanFiction! If you’re not aware of this world of smutty literature, you need to jump in honey, coz HOLY SHIT ITS HOT! I love American Idol and was extremely passionate about this latest season, only to see country boy Scotty win in the end (I waited all season for that?)! And do I even need to remind you of my Adam Lambert obsession? My point is, I’m a Pisces and I live in a fantasyland that I’ve created for myself on my own time and I love to blog about these interests (sometimes) on Life At Thirtysomething, but definitely on my other blog aptly titled Pop Culture Junkie. The strange thing is; ever since I’ve become pregnant, and especially as my pregnancy comes to a close and reality sets in of the baby’s birth around the corner, I find my obsessions seriously waning. What happened to the old me??!!
