tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58786544977568606952012-02-16T04:24:19.856-06:00Looking for the plans and purpose of my life. Come join the adventure! Most recently, I've begun training for a 5K. Come watch the fat girl run!Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.comBlogger991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-23367192772521015072011-12-28T12:19:00.001-06:002012-01-13T20:04:00.694-06:00

Remember a while back I posted about cleaning my pantry and finding a billion bags of powdered sugar?Well, have  I found a recipe for that problem.  While trolling through Pinterest one day looking for Mexican food recipes, I happened to find this recipe from Lickthebowlgood.blogspot.com.  Since I'm kinda on a 'break' from running, what the heck, right?The recipe starts with 2 sticks of

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This Christmas season has been challenging for Jay and I.  We had a bit of a health scare (no worries - everything's great) however, because of the chaos, we've lost something VERY important.  Jay's keys. About a year ago, I did something similar.  I lost my keys.  For months.  Only until Jay cleaned one of the cars did he find them and rescue me.  In college, I was often losing my keys - so I

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Dear Family and Friends, The 2011 Milleson Family Christmas letter is just begging to get out of my dusty mind and onto this pristine page. The weather's perfect for writing too. So, here's a brief recap of what's happened in our world this year. Our kids, Madeline, 7, John Alan, 3, and Reed, 2, are doing well. Madeline is enjoying her time in second grade. She's in Mrs. Grider's class with

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So, if you've been keeping up with me you know I'm on a 24 week 5k training program through LogYourRun.com. This Saturday I was finishing up week 11 of the process with a run time of 18 minutes. My goal was to run the whole 18 minutes solid. I felt pretty confident that I could do it. I'd run 10 minutes straight twice in one night.Plus, a cold front had come through so it was cooler outside than

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Once a month our department does a birthday celebration. This month is my groups turn.We plan our food attack months in advance - so all of today's planning was done pre-running days.Thankfully one team member is of a healthy mind and I was saved.Today's Menu:Frito Pie featuring two types of chiliTurkey and Bean Chili (YUMMO)Texas Chili (with beans - equally YUMMO)Peach cobbler with Blue Bell

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in progress.If you don't know, I started a 'get healthy' running program at the end of June.It's probably been the single most selfish thing I've done in a while.For years, I've dreamt of running. Running as if I had all of the freedom of the world, with deep, strong breaths and thighs and calves working in unison with my pumping arms. Meaningful freedom.But in reality, I was far from being a

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I wanna hear from you. If you're a gal trying to be healthier - how easy is it to find work-out clothes?

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This weekend started on Thursday with a visit and sleep-over from some of my college friends.  It was a great start to the weekend, except, I stayed up too late visiting.  I did manage to get in some sort of run with the C25K program though.  My zip, zero, nada program wanted me to walk for 40 minutes, but I just couldn't give up THAT much time away from these girls who'd traveled a long way to

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-86757117461322201982011-08-10T21:39:00.001-06:002011-08-10T21:39:44.026-06:00

What a great day. Working, then off to take Madz to register. Ran 10 minutes to boot!

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It's been several weeks now since I've blogged; however, there've (yes, I know that's not a word) been several reasons why.  But now, as I contemplate telling you about today's workout fiasco, they all seem LAME... so I won't belabor the point. Today's athletic journey really begins last night. My training program is giving us an easy week.  We only have to run 10 minutes/day.  Great.  I've got

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-40273178388490510462011-08-09T21:52:00.001-06:002011-08-09T21:52:29.947-06:00

Still trying to blog mobile-ly.

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Okay - so this walking/running thing.Here's the truth. I don't know how to spit.I've never competed in athletics of any kind, so the natural process of learning from your peers just didn't happen.Is there 'spit' etiquette?I've watched enough sports to know that evidently it's a part of many games. Apparently, I also need to adjust my crotch. So instead, I'll adjust the girls. ;) In thinking

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-43689045371686834962011-07-04T17:28:00.001-06:002011-07-04T17:28:18.559-06:00

It's rare that I go into Wal-Mart.It's even rarer that I find something to interest me when I do.However, I think you'll see what I found that was too good to be true.Great Value Lime Margarita.Add in some Jose and a bit of course salt. Viola.I hope I can get my run in tonight. ;D(C) Courtney G. Milleson, M.Ed.courtneymilleson@gmail.com

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-40354220378554383132011-07-04T08:34:00.001-06:002011-07-04T08:34:42.380-06:00

Thanks to Melanie Dedek, I've recently become a lurker on the social site Pinterest.In essence, it's a digital bulletin board for folks to design events, places, spaces, or to just keep a graphic log of what they see and find on the vast internet and blogosphere.I LIKE IT.Anyway, I stumbled across this cute idea the other day and thought we'd try to replicate it.Especially since our regions

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Let's just go with tonight didn't turn out as good as I'd hope it would. Since we're taking some time off this weekend, I'm trying to make sure we come home to a decent home. You know, clean kitchen, toilets, sheets.Much of today was spent on getting ready or cleaning for the trip. I was already tired and the kids were cranky as I decided it was time to go do my walk 'thang' for the night. To

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Tonight I ran for one minute - without stopping.Okay, stop laughing.I know, it's not a lot, but it's a big deal for me right now!Since my last update, I've side-lined myself because of some pretty swollen knees. Amazingly, it was pretty hard. I saw a guy running on Saturday morning and I just wished it was me.I know - who I am and what have I done with myself?Today was the hottest day on record

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No, that's not my speed. However, it was the lowest wind speeds of the day, so I took advantage of them. Only some of my neighbors were out tonight so I'm thinking they learned their lesson. Either that or the wind blew them indoors. Here's tonight's data:Date: 06/23/2011 Type: WalkDistance: 0.92 milesTime: 0 hr 16 min 42 secs Average pace: 18:09 min/milesRoute: Route - 2011-06-23Route link:

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Tonight marks day three of the 156 day journey to running a 5K. That means I'm 2% closer to my goal. But tonight I decided to spice up my walking it up a bit. I started both running apps I have (LogYourRun & C25K) and used one to track the length of my path & the other to tell me tell me when to begin torturing er, I mean slowly running. My goal tonight was to run at least 30 seconds of each

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-41535965377972603412011-06-21T20:49:00.001-06:002011-06-21T20:49:26.051-06:00

Today's assignment was to walk 11 minutes. Sheez. Are you kidding me? I walked a mile last night in the blowing wind Umm - yeah, I still was sweating when I got back. But, the worst thing that happened, was John Alan fell out of the stroller and has a huge bump on his head. Yeah, he was strapped in and he decided to stand-up while I was still pushing it. Yeah, it hurts.Anyway, pray him up.

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-66169794173473179872011-06-20T20:08:00.001-06:002011-06-20T20:08:04.507-06:00

Well, tonight was the first of a 24 week adventure. I've decided that I'm going to be able to run a 5K before Christmas. (Okay, it just happens that the program is 24 weeks long and I've procrastinated so long that it'll be about Christmas before I finish.) So, I downloaded a free app to my iPhone called LogYourRun (LogYourRun.com). I was able to go through, set up a free account and then search

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-17108364303982518882011-05-10T20:17:00.000-06:002011-05-10T20:17:04.563-06:00

Right now, I have the sweet smell of irises and the clean, fresh spring air blowing on my face.  I hear the chatter of two little boys playing with the occasional splat, splat, splat of their bare feet hitting the concrete. These are the days that I enjoy being home with my kids.   Truthfully, I would rather be here, with them, than anywhere else in the world. But, before I get all weepy, or

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Sorry y'all for not posting.  I don't really think I do this for anyone else but me, but hey - I feel some sort of accountability to it.  I intended to do this all weekend, but lacked the motivation to do it.  ((sigh)) Pillsbury Cresent Rolls, 2/$4, 2/$.50 coupon = 2/$3.50 Bob Evans Side Dishes, 1/$2.98, B1G1 when you like the FB page = 2/$2.98 (or $1.49 ea.) (printed 2 coupons) If you can use 2

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-13953748118859688002011-03-16T12:37:00.000-06:002011-03-16T12:37:29.609-06:00

Here's this week's United Match-up.  I hope some of you were able to snag some of the uber cheap Wisk laundry detergent last week!  :)  Also, my family really enjoyed the Rice Krispi Treats with the deal they ran last week (buy a box of Rice Krispies and get a bag of marshmallows). Luvs Diapers, $6.99 - $1 Luvs coupon = $5.99 for up to 42 diapers.  That's $0.22 to $0.14 per diaper.  To get this

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-50747991127623390602011-03-10T22:32:00.000-06:002011-03-10T22:32:04.030-06:00

Hello all! I'm spending a great Thursday evening going through the United circular looking for coupons to match up with their advertised sales for this week.  I thought if I was doing this for me, you all might appreciate it as well.  So here goes. All of these coupons are available for print online (on your printer).  You'll need to install a few 'apps' to do it; however, it's nothing major to

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I don't remember learning to read. It seems that I always knew how to read. Not that I learned before school, but that if I ever wanted a book read to me, I just simply asked my mom or dad and I had instant gratification. One of my favorite memories of all is my mom reading me There's a Monster at the End of This Book. Hands down, Mom had the best Grover voice. She nailed it every time.We

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Since I am "Mother of the Year" I fixed my kiddos Grilled Cheese sandwiches for lunch today with a side of potato chips. I know, beautiful. Since I don't care for them personally (Grilled Cheese sandwiches that is), I don't love fixing them, and I often (far too often) burn them in the fray of fixing them. But not today. These were golden brown and crunchy, made from real Colby Jack cheese (

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Loved my day with James Bradley - more thoughts to follow...(C) Courtney G. Milleson, M.Ed.courtneymilleson@gmail.com

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I'm heading into one of my favorite seasons. I really enjoy fall. The idea of Thanksgiving and the opportunity to take a season and be grateful for all that I am able to enjoy in my life. There's a certain peace about it.But, there's also a sense of contemplation. It isn't just enough to think of the things that you 'have'. It's also important to think about the things that could be better,

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'Take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowds...' Somewhere during my last trimester of pregnancy with John Alan, I discovered baseball. When you're that pregnant, laying on the couch becomes a big deal. And, there wasn't really much to watch except baseball. So I watched the Chicago Cubs, Texas Rangers and the Houston Astros. At first I didn't really care about any other

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-33546612735761325572010-10-24T16:05:00.002-06:002010-10-25T07:41:52.535-06:00

I spent all yesterday organizing and cleaning my kitchen.  Here are the before and after shots... I really do have beautiful counter-tops.  I just never get to see them.  I also organized the storage space under my island.  I found several appliances I'd forgotten about - now to find a way to use them.  I scoured my sink and wiped down all the counter tops and stove.  Ahhhh - clean. Here are my

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Let's just say that I've been in college a while. I attended WT for four years and in that time took some amazing classes from some amazing people. I also took some interesting classes (translate: you mean it counts toward my degree? AWESOME!!!) AND I've worked in higher education ever since. So, I've seen some things. Today a couple of students from The AC Current stopped by my office to

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Getting somethings straight in my head requires many, many, many hours of contemplation. Like: Why didn't Einstein own a comb? How can one simple chocolate chip cookie mean three inches on my hips? Why do children have to be woken up on weekdays, but are awake at 6 a.m. on weekends? (If you know the answer to the last one - I'll pay.) But this week's contemplation is about caps and men's

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-43230385514747406182010-10-04T15:16:00.000-06:002010-10-04T15:16:15.229-06:00

There's a component of me that thinks I've got stuff to say - there's another part that thinks if we criticize the other one, she'll shut up.  In an effort to open up the other girl - here's what I really think after being startled from sleep with a BAD dream. My dreams have become more violent as I've grown older.  It's a disturbing trend in my life and my poor husband's probably going to

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 Circle UP!  by and by Lord, by and by Lord, in the sky, Lord in the sky... I have many gifts, but the earliest gift I had was singing a pretty tune.  As the fat girl in elementary school, it was nice to have one good thing.  Most other kids had gifts in PE (or so it seemed), but I had gifts in Music. So it's a natural that when I pray it's typically a sing-song event. Singing a praise

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-8530228393189651662010-08-22T15:24:00.000-06:002010-08-22T15:24:54.313-06:00

You can say I'm a reader... but I'm not the only one... some day you'll join us... and the world will live as one. Yesterday in a conversation with my brother I think he swore me off.  No way we could be related.  Simply inexcusable. I don't love The Beatles. And... I don't care that it bothers you. But I do on occasion like to steal some of their works and use it for my benefit.  Like the

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Hello, my name is Courtney and I'm a professional event coordinator. I make everyone's event dreams come true (or as close as humanly possible). I am an expert at dreaming outside the box. I am the lady your mother warned you about - always wondering 'What if...' So, if I've got all of that together, why can't I promote the one product I know better than anything else?  Well, quite simply,

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I'm sitting at the kitchen table trying not to fall asleep. It's been one if those days.

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-71716002530472286552010-07-28T18:25:00.001-06:002010-07-28T18:25:41.471-06:00

Technology always amazes me.

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Three years ago tonight, I had my last talk with my mom.  It was about this time that I left the hospice unit and headed home.  Little did I know how important that last chat would be to me.  Telling her that she was my best friend and that I'd see her in the morning turned out to be the last real conversation we had.  I'm glad it was such a positive one. Many people still don't understand what

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There are moments in life where one-way mirrors help.  You know the kind cops use to play good-cop, bad-cop?  My first office had one.  I was convinced that it was put in so they could monitor me.  I'm kidding - but only a little. Now as I sit behind one watching my daughter's gymnastics lesson I catch myself laughing, enjoying her struggles.  Isn't parenthood about that though?  Okay, not

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This is a year of perspective for my family.  Jay and I will celebrate our 10 year anniversary this June.  Ten years ago, ten years seemed like an eternity.  Now, I realize that it's just a blip in time. As we prepare to celebrate, I'm going to try to put some things in perspective.  Try to wrap my brain around how blessed we have been and are, so that I can begin to appreciate my blessings (

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Welcome to our once a year catch-up letter.  With the technology we have it seems as if it's more difficult to keep in contact with our loved ones.  Truthfully, this e-letter is a cheater's way of getting the work done.  I didn't have to make copies and fold them.  Cheers!  :) In review, we've had a busy year - and it started at the end of 2008.  In November we got the surprise of a lifetime.  I

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-71184421699052410382009-10-12T09:23:00.000-06:002009-10-12T09:23:29.713-06:00

Talk about a weekend.  If one of you sent me a crazy at the grocery store - they made it. If you'll remember my previous post was about being exhausted.  Well, Friday night at the Leadership Retreat, I just happen to mention to a faculty member that my hair is falling out in hand fulls.  This would be as I pulled yet another hair off of my clothes.  Ewww - I know, but I wasn't near the food. :)

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-55684958993486192832009-10-09T13:43:00.000-06:002009-10-09T13:43:13.375-06:00

Well, let's just start by telling the truth.  I'm tired.  Beyond tired.  Have you ever noticed that things look weird when you're tired?  It's just a weird by-product of the human mechanism I'm sure, but still. Life has jumped up and bit me in the butt this week (and the last couple of weeks).  The Common Reader project at work has been taking on a new life.  We're T-minus 11 days until the

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-67384174719594716172009-09-28T08:06:00.000-06:002009-09-28T08:06:32.857-06:00

I heard once upon a time that elephants, in their last days, would take a walk off into the sunset to die.  In fact, seniors at Texas A&M University participate in the Elephant Walk marking "the end of the usefulness of the Aggie seniors to the student body." var sc_project=2563011; var sc_invisible=0; var sc_partition=24; var sc_security="2090c511"; Well, my house must be the stop for

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For the better part of the past 17 years I have lived on a college campus.  The first four at WT, then I've worked at OC, WTAMU, and AC.  Seventeen years. You'd think in that time, I'd have learned how to operate a Coke machine.  No, seriously.  There were mornings at WT when breakfast (at 3:30 p.m.) was derived from whatever delicious yumminess the vending machine had to offer.  I often think

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Today I ran errands with Madeline. She’s five and so she’s pretty good at buckling herself up in the car. Considering the fact that there are two other car seats back there she does pretty well getting buckled up. Every once in a while she’ll get twisted up or frustrated and need help. Today was one of those days. As I got out of my car – at the edge of a parking lot – a car approached me. I

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I've been thinking for a day or two about why I write about what I write about.  Most of the time it's because something's humorous, or because it's caught my attention.  It could be to get a cheap laugh.  Hey, I'll take 'em.  But this week my heart's been heavy because of a couple of new stories (1, 2, 3). First story - oh geez.  Breaks my heart. Second story - oh geez.  What terror! Third

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Occasionally I run errands for work during/after my lunch break.  I drive to Bushland to get Madeline, we have snacks on the way back in and I typically drop her off at Rio with Jay.  One day last week, I needed to make another run to Amarillo High School. This time as Madeline and I got out of the car I noticed a mini-van parked unusually in the visitor parking lot.  I thought the driver must

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Eight years ago I drove to work in a grey 1989 Ford Festiva.  It was my faithful high school & college car, and I'd borrowed it back from my parents after Jay and I got married.  As I took the clutch out and gave it some gas to do a u-turn in front of the JBK I heard that a plane crashed into the Towers.  A plane - probably a student pilot in a small commuter plane.  I remember that the sun was

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Since I've moved into my new offices I've tried to keep my nose clean.  Today was our first get together - and to welcome me they had a breakfast spread.  How wonderful!  I kinda had a head's up so in return I made brownies.  I Martha'd 'em up so they were cute and delicious.  Good combo. Let me just say, I had no idea of the power of brownies. We've had such fun today talking about them,

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We've lived a relatively peaceful existence at our new home out in the country.  Yeah, we've had our fair share of sudden storms or lightening strikes, but this event got my attention. Saturday after my niece's volleyball match everyone came out to our house.  Jay and I drove up, got out, to hear Mark say, "Hey, guys, look at this!" Somehow, Jay and I'd missed the four foot long snake

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It's not often that you hear of wives praising her husbands family, but I for one enjoy being a part of the Milleson clan.  Oh yeah, don't get me wrong, they have their 'crazy points' but hey, have you met my family?  Catch my drift?  So, they are a part of the package I signed on for - for better or for worse - and so far it's been better.  But, I have to admit one of the perks of being in the

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-74201894173258103902009-09-03T10:45:00.000-06:002009-09-03T10:45:34.014-06:00

Okay - full disclosure.  I did not and will not vote for President Obama.  Okay - some of you have just tuned me out, but for the rest of you here's the deal. Why does the President of the United States need to talk to my five year old?  Why does he need to tell my five year old to stay in school?  Why does he need to ask my five year old for help? I've been posting this morning to a friends

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-89947245555137427962009-09-02T16:15:00.000-06:002009-09-02T16:15:05.590-06:00

One of the things I work on doing when Madeline and I ride together is to pay attention to her - and just to her.  That means no radio, no thoughts about work or groceries, just her. Today that paid off in spades. "Mom?" "Yeah, Madeline." "Somebody said something that made me uncomfortable." (Insert figurative slamming of the brakes, stomping into the classroom and beating someone to a pulp.

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The title should tell all.  Last Thursday morning I dropped Madeline off following the rules given to us at New Parent Orientation.  The far right lane is for elementary and middle school drop off.  Check.  The middle lane is for elementary drop off only.  Check.  The far left lane is for parking.  Check. Okay - I got it. So the first couple of days I break the rules, driving right up to the

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After picking up Madeline from school yesterday we ran an errand for work.  I needed to drop off some Common Reader books to a local high school.  So on the way, I started talking to her about where we were going. "Madeline, we're going to run an errand for work, okay?" "Okay, Mom." "We're going to the big kids school." "I'm in the big kids school!" "Yes, you are, but this school is for

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Day 2 of Madeline's Kindergarten adventure seems to have gone off without a hitch.She eagerly bounded out of the class line to tell me that she had started reading today! My, oh my! That is a sentence I've waited to hear for a while. You see, Madeline's pre-school teacher, Ms. Owen started her class on sight words and rhymes last year. I can rhyme and near rhyme almost anything. But I

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-39952277562140302842009-08-24T15:10:00.004-06:002009-08-24T15:14:28.451-06:00

It seems that I'm a bid tardy in getting some of these things updated. So here's the low-down on the life of the Milleson household.March 29 - we closed on our new home in Bushland. Yeah us, we're thrilled at the new opportunities this home gives us.June 10 - we welcomed our newest member, Reed Stanton. He was breech - so a C-section for this mommy. I wouldn't go that way again if I had a choice!

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It's fun to raise another child. With our first it seems that we watched everything she did being cautious - oh, so cautious. With The Boy, well, I wouldn't say we're bad parents, we just bend the rules a bit.So, we started trying out Cheerios - I can say that he's officially mastered them. He grabs with both his right and his left hand. My, my.The Boy has also started to commando crawl.

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Since I woke up, I've had a wonderful conversation with my daughter. She's brighter than I ever thought possible (but of course I am her mother). This morning we talked about 'blue blankie', her precious blue plaid shawl from The Children's Place that serves as her coping tool. Jay and I've told her that at 5 she has to quit sucking her thumb. This morning we talked about my blankie - really

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-34195006847134892882008-12-29T14:44:00.004-06:002008-12-29T14:52:05.334-06:00

I'm such a loser. I just addressed the Christmas cards and it's way so late. So for all of you who can't stand to wait here's a preview of the pic included with the letter.This picture is from this fall - when Jay worked to take out the ugly concrete in our front yard. The perfect shade from our neighbors tree and two willing kids gave me an opportunity to point and click!I don't often put pics

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-14149757952185319952008-12-27T19:57:00.002-06:002008-12-27T20:05:08.509-06:00

Christmas has come and gone...sigh. Our first Christmas with JA. He was spoiled - or as much as a six month old can be. Madz enjoyed a wonderful worship service on Christmas Eve at our church. It was good and fun to remember the 'real' reason. Dad and his fiancee, Marcy were here, as well as Adam and his girlfriend. We had a big time of it. I cooked and watched movies. It was a good

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-16153010420235400892008-12-19T13:57:00.002-06:002008-12-19T14:14:43.189-06:00

Yesterday's list making adventure only ended in frustration. The only thing accomplished was making another list for today. The first item on the list was "It's a holiday, stop making lists."I just had lunch with my long-estranged cousin. You see, we have a very different family. Lots of drama followed up with lots of silence. I come by it naturally; however, my cousin and I are trying to

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-62353169771905383842008-12-18T13:04:00.004-06:002008-12-18T13:19:22.477-06:00

I inherited my list making abilities and love for lists from my Mom. Nothing makes me happier than to cross items my list one by one. So today is supposed to be about getting Christmas cards done, packing up a few more items from the kitchen and picking up the house a bit. Okay, the house needs more than a bit of work, but that's all I'm willing to give it.I got motivated before our drive to

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-22780347334637707042008-12-17T08:44:00.004-06:002008-12-17T08:50:24.356-06:00

We are down and out. Everyone (but me - hallelujiah) is a just a little sicky. JA got the worst of it. He has the croup, an ear infection, and got his six-month shots (plus a steroid shot for the croup). Poor baby! Just the day before I told someone that kids always run a temperature when they have an ear infection. Just another way of keeping me humble I suppose. JA just wanted to be held

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-67088006434750056082008-12-09T16:34:00.002-06:002008-12-17T08:43:18.438-06:00

I'm normally a big Christmas gal, but this year, eeh. That's not normal. Jay's been the one to do all of the decorating. Madz is excited about it and JA, well, he's cutting teeth.Here's hoping the season will improve - or - should I say my attitude!

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-21277480320942729282008-11-25T17:11:00.006-06:002008-12-17T08:43:34.110-06:00

While I haven't seen this movie, and I don't know if it is any good/objectionable - I do love this story. The idea that every once and a while, something good happens to someone who probably deserves it. This CNN.com story makes my heart glad.

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-77134675381132758222008-11-22T20:21:00.008-06:002008-12-17T08:43:54.049-06:00

It started in June or July. I've always wanted to sell our home and move into a different one. In particular because I wanted in a different school system. However, the move came to a fever-pitch frenzy when I brought John Alan home from the hospital.I want to live where I have some room to roam.Growing up I never really lived in a house that had a house facing my home. Yes, we've always lived in

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-71162477728226276642008-11-20T17:19:00.005-06:002008-11-20T17:25:38.234-06:00

Selfishly, I don't think people give enough credit to mom's who bust their ass at home and at work.Today, a student called me on the carpet. Not a position I'm in often, and, I must say I could have been better prepared to handle it. Regardless, I thought to myself 'and I could be at home with my kids.'Well, that's not the truth either (something about insurance), but at that moment I treasured

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-18900825539257348672008-11-14T17:34:00.002-06:002008-11-14T17:36:41.811-06:00

Let's just say there was, or rather is, a smell in the fridge.It all started with Madz breakfast - scrambled eggs. Not to difficult; however, the fetching of the supplies in the fridge proved to be more than my poor stomach could handle. It was more mental nausea than anything but there was retching.I know, pleasant.Just a good sign to enjoy - strange as it seems, I'm glad to have had the

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-39354954848004771262008-11-13T17:07:00.003-06:002008-11-13T17:19:24.766-06:00

While I was never pregnant in the 20th century, being pregnant in 2008 (again) is much different than being pregnant in 2004. With Madz, I told people I was pregnant either through phone calls, email or personal conversations. I'll never forget, I called to tell my parents that I was expecting and my mom's first response was "I need new carpet!" My dad's response was "I'm not OLD!"To each his

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-48808696469019708932008-11-12T08:23:00.006-06:002008-11-12T08:45:23.848-06:00

The ideas behind having a new pregnancy vary from shock to joy in just a few seconds. The first things I thought of weren't concrete solid ideas, more surreal moments of disbelief. Then after the blood test confirmed my at home diagnosis reality began to sink in.For a few seconds (okay, minutes) you and God are the only ones who know that this little one exists. That surreal idea is amazing.

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-52860693920500345442008-11-11T14:36:00.003-06:002008-11-11T14:40:54.614-06:00

I'm a planner. It's what I like to do. I have plan A, plan B, and plan C. If those options don't work, I pull items from A, B, & C to come up with plan D. You see - it's very simple. And Jay doesn't mind a bit - as long as I don't over analyze the planning. But I do.However, my planning has fallen into disrepair. I only bought four decorative stocking holders. You know the pretty ones that are

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-4412206376878837432008-11-10T17:15:00.003-06:002008-11-10T17:24:51.212-06:00

It seems that I have no muffler.Shock. Dismay. I know. Who'd have thought that one day I'd realize my mouth is out of control.It seems that I can't keep anything to myself. Especially that I'm six weeks pregnant. I blurt it out in the most - inopportune times it seems. Just can't help it. I need a muffler.Even after having miscarried in 2006 I still just blurt it out. In analyzing this, I must

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-57641334608404737652008-11-09T17:47:00.005-06:002008-11-10T17:25:42.800-06:00

It's been a while since I took the time to sit down and write a bit. One of those things that doesn't seem to be near the top of the ever growing list of things I want to accomplish.However, a recent revalation has showcased to me that I need to document what's going on around me.Recap: In May we welcomed John Alan into our life. Delivery was interesting - had a 'hot spot'. All that means is I

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-18725868178562453192007-08-12T18:30:00.000-06:002007-08-12T19:02:52.441-06:00

Yesterday I checked the mail after my family ate lunch. It's a pretty regular routine for me in the summer. Eat lunch, watch the mail carrier deliver today's round of goodies. I choose to look at the mail as a good thing even though it often requires me to give away my piggies. However, I digress.As I walked up the sidewalk back into the house one hand-addressed envelope caught my attention.

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-33558441440182507252007-07-18T23:06:00.000-06:002007-07-18T23:59:43.543-06:00

Today's one of those days that I miss my Mom like crazy. I need some sage advice and it all involves her.When she died I literally lost my bestest friend. I'm one of those folks in life who has lots of best friends in my mind. Whether they consider me so or not isn't important. In my mind they are and that's what matters.Each night as I left the hospice unit I knew that it could be the last

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-52828599298106806392007-07-04T15:58:00.000-06:002007-07-04T16:28:26.565-06:00

Today I got a reminder of the world that I seemingly have left. Smalltown America. While I don't live in the largest city in the world...when I compare it with Canyon, USA and the town I grew up in, I'm reminded of the great things you can find in smaller communities. The applause came from the east and slowly spread west as the Fourth of July parade progressed towards us. Eventually, I realized

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-47998564698248844952007-06-22T12:19:00.001-06:002007-06-22T12:25:12.624-06:00

As I mentioned earlier, one of my high school classmates was set to be executed. Tito was executed on Wednesday. I pray that some closure can now begin for all.var sc_project=2563011;var sc_invisible=0;var sc_partition=24;var sc_security="2090c511";

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Madz and I have a favorite children's song about pretzels. As we sang it today, I thought..."Why don't we make some pretzels?"I know I have a recipe for them somewhere...I think it's in the church cookbook my mom help put together. So, after looking and looking, and looking I gave up.Where's my speed dial chef when I need her?Sheez.

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-46766376112880204392007-06-13T14:53:00.000-06:002007-06-13T15:00:12.442-06:00

There are somethings that still make me want to grab my phone and call Mom up.Today was one of those days. For those of you who didn't know, my mom hated to be sticky. I mean, really hated it. However, she loved fun. Fun was her favorite thing. Ice cream in the summer from the ice cream truck would have challenged her.I hope you notice the drips of sticky messiness on her leg...Mom would

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-17415354748140992312007-06-08T14:41:00.000-06:002007-06-19T13:25:31.414-06:00

A couple of years ago while prepping to teach a speech class I did some research on Texas Death Row. To be honest, I was surprised that the information was public. I didn't expect to find it so open. Being somewhat curious, I looked at what the inmates ordered for their last meal, and other biographical information. Then I got curious about it and starting digging more, and more. It was

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-16789872922804467662007-06-08T13:35:00.000-06:002007-06-08T14:14:15.143-06:00

Today, I broke one of my unspoken rules. It's amazing what you'll do for your kids.I am a huge fan of movies. I mean, I love them. In the college, my friends and I would be at the midnight release of any must-see movie. The perfect date is/was watching a movie. Love them. I loved action/adventure movies - they were my favorite. All of the guys loved me, because I could talk to them line for line

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-41269092717558424612007-06-07T08:18:00.001-06:002007-06-07T08:29:56.399-06:00

Due to recent events, I've been craving a new invention. One that could revolutionize the world. It's not a new idea, however; it could prove useful. But there's a catch. I'm the only one who can have it.I want a machine that will let you travel back in time and let you know what you know today. There are some things in the past that just aren't satisfying and the what-ifs drive me berserk. Just

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-25865336799816599952007-05-21T11:51:00.000-06:002007-05-21T11:54:36.586-06:00

Today in the Home Depot I got an idea.Why not clean the carpets? Sure, how hard could it be? Move all of the furniture, clean the carpets, put it all back.Piece of cake.Next time I get an idea like that I'm going to return it for another less 'industrious' one.The furniture is all in the living room and library and my bedroom is almost empty. We'll see how quickly I can get it knocked out with

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-48220547304799252112007-05-20T20:58:00.000-06:002007-05-20T21:06:46.552-06:00

So, today, I opted for the big girl approach in our ongoing saga.Based on information I received from her peditrician I went with the academic approach. Hey, it's how I make a living, surely this can't go wrong.So I start off with the "You're such a big girl that today, I'm not going to tell you about using the bathroom. You're in charge." Although I didn't mention it overtly, I watched her, and

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One of the most tedious tasks I've been asked to accomplish during my short time as mother to the Precious Princess is potty-training. Yes, I know the teenage years will test both of our endurance; however, the current, ahhem, crisis might just land us both in the loony bin.While there are some aspects of going potty that she gets, one particular movement is challenging for us both. Nap time -

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Today's one of those weird days. For May, it's unseasonably cold. I mean, brrr-cold. So how did my husband dress my daughter today? Okay, I'll admit, he's a great daddy. In a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. We'll pretend that the weather really looks like this today (as the heat just came on).Life is good.So my grand project for today was to begin letting go of my hoarding, umm, I mean

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At this point in life, I feel it's important to take time to count the things your feel privledged to witness. When I was a teenager, I remember saying "I hate..." and my mother responding "Now name me five things you love."Reverse pschology - and it ticked me off. If'd I'd been smart I would have said something like "I love a mother who finds my pains in life amusing" or "I love the way bacon

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One of the things that my family fought was our relationships with my mom's family. To put it mildly, there were issues between the three groups which were never resolved.My Grandad passed in 1997 after Christmas. It was a blow to my heart, but his relationships with his girls was great. They were with him as he passed and I believe that they fortified his faith in Christ during those long months

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-91891485976686662062007-05-14T18:55:00.000-06:002007-05-14T18:56:52.385-06:00

I feel that mom is heavy on my heart this evening. The Hearing Heart:The heart that listened stopped beating on a Thursday. Angels were in the room that day and mama k went home. The day began overcast, a day that mom would have loved, but around noon the skies began to clear. Jesus was preparing to come get his daughter, and He wanted to clear the way. Her body, ridden with cancer, was all

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For a split second this morning, I felt like I was back in college, thanks to a scantron.I'm in the process of giving mid-terms. And to that I end I needed to make the keys.So I'm in the book store, purchasing said mini blue books and I watch a student purchase his scantron. And instantly I was 20 again standing at the book store at WT.One of the ladies who ran the cash register was a joy. I

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Why do we wonder about the things that we can't change?I'm frustrated by some failed friendships from my past. You know, the people that you are just drawn to from the depths of your being. The person who stands out in the crowd and makes you think "What's their story?" I've kept and maintained many of these relationships (Jay, you're my best), but there are those that I just can't keep from

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One of the things that I enjoy the least about my job is traveling. Aah. Can there be anything more intrusive in your life that spending time away from you family?Even though I know several folks who travel quite frequently for business, I can't see the joy in it. Mostly, those folks are men, who have responsibilities at home, but their main focus is on their job.Being a wife, mommy and

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This is the first side-bar of many.So, you're all familiar with the recent activities involving Lisa Nowack. I mean really, if you look at her bio, one question begs to be asked.She got caught?So all of those years in smart school didn't help her out?And what's our obsession with the diapers? Um, yeah. I'm a mom. See lots. I'm just wondering who the first person will be to take on the SNL skit

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-44190140792103008762007-01-19T20:07:00.000-06:002007-01-19T20:39:25.011-06:00

I'm not really great at Latin, but there is a phrase I know and sometimes use.Non sequitur - a conclusion which does not (logically) follow from its supporting arguments (premises)I recently experienced a non sequitur of sorts.I drove past a cemetery here in Amarillo and I thought about how sick my Mom was. Then I thought about her future arrangements with Hospice and how she's asked to be

Courtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04365846662744704238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878654497756860695.post-15854203757780415612007-01-18T11:50:00.000-06:002007-01-19T10:18:51.503-06:00

One of the things that I've started doing is communicating my current familial situation to my co-workers. I do this in part because if (when) I make weird decisions or act out-of-sorts, they have some clue as to my mental state. I preface my comments with: many folks who work as faculty within a college setting consider themselves quasi-experts in their field.The other thing about working in a

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Coming to terms with life as a thirty-something woman is challenging. Slowly realizing that you'll never really walk the red-carpet or accept the Grammy is akward. Even more so is realizing that life as you thought it should be is truly a random assertion.Illustrations of life's randomness is all around us; however, it's difficult to put that reality into terms. Things happen that don't

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