Courtenay Brown

Ms. Tennessee Gets Bitten By Rattlesnake, Saved By Ms. Iowa(this tidbit courtesy of my sister, who is very busy over at Homeland Security)

(on phone with my mom, Sal)Us: blah blah blah blah blahMe: O.K., Ma, I better let you go. Love you!Sal: O.K...............Later!Me: Hmm. Was that you saying bye, or were you employing 'later' in a formal adverb sort of way?Sal: I was saying bye!Good job, Sal, good job. Your kids are proud of you.

Barring any unforeseen disasters, we are moving!To Incline Village, in Tahoe.It's going to be great.Relief from all this traffic and overcrowdedness and nonsense... I have lived in the Bay Area for nearly 5 years, it's been wonderful and I wouldn't trade it for anything, but now it's time to try something else. I can't wait!

This was my brother's favourite song when he was 4 and I was 5. No lie. Mine was Air Supply's "Making Love out of Nothing At All"... sweet jesus. I'm blaming it all on my mom. Anyway last night I got up to see the lunar eclipse! It was gorgeous! I actually had to get up twice, for some reason I was like "OK so the full eclipse starts at 2:52 a.m. but I should probably get up a few minutes before that so I'll set my alarm for 1:40", which I did. Went trotting up to the roof at 1:45 in time to catch the very teensy beginning of the hour-long movement into the full eclipse....

Major excitement of the weekend: we bought our very own Scrabble game! Scrabble is my favourite (it has been the topic of multiple posts now) and actually the next fish, which I haven't even picked out and bought yet, is already named Scrabble.Here we are during our inaugural game:No prizes for guessing who arranged their letters thusly... (ahem. it was i) BUT in honor of the inaugural game, I am posting my inaugural Blog Poll: Free Polls - Take Our Poll P.S. I won the game in ...

I went to this all girls' high school near Baltimore, Maryland. It was a boarding school.It was fine, I didn't hate it or anything, but whenever I am with people who wax rhapsodic about how fun high school was and how they did all this cool stuff, I definitely cannot relate. High school involved studying, participating in class since there were no boys around to call you the President of the Goody Goody Association of America (g-squared a-squared for short) if you were smart, hanging out in Paula's room building one lame physics project after another, cleaning my room, and more studying. That's about it. Also this is where I honed my gossiping skills because once ...

I said this to my sister last week."What on earth did they do to deserve that?!" she said. Little brat. Moving on... they are alive and well! Thus, they get names.I was going to name them Siouxsie Sioux and the Banshee.But little Siouxsie has an attitude problem and likes to ram into the Banshee whenever food is involved.She's a beast. A black buggle-eyed beast.On top of that I am not sure if she's a she or a he so I figured a non-gender-specific name might be better.SOOOOO, it's Beastie and the Banshee!...

This incident occurred last week, and I would have blogged about it earlier but it has taken several days of intense research for me to even figure out what was going on.It was one of my mom's famous Friday Nights (see Category #1). The partyers called me at 12:36 a.m., twice, but I didn't answer either time and actually didn't get the messages until the clear light of Saturday.The first message was unintelligible.Then there was the second... "Courtenay! Hey! I'm glad we got you!-pause- Oh. I guess this is just your message. O.k., long story short, blah blah blah..." And it went on for a while. I finally deduced (and ...

A few words actually... I went to JD's for my weekly massage last night, although we pretty quickly determined that this was the most systemically messed up my body has been so I'd better get another massage on Friday. And I was there for an hour and a half last night.During this time, in the few moments when I was NOT yammering away about me and my life and all my many opinions about stuff, including what JD should do in his life, I learned that:-going on a month-long vacation could mean that all his clients would get so messed up from lack of massage during that time that they would all need multiple massages a ...

Greg and I went for a ride/scouting mission in Fairfax this weekend.The plan was to do 3+ hours at "half ironman pace", which of course I do not know yet from experience, but it didn't really matter because I was just supposed to sit on Greg's wheel and pedal pedal pedal.We had a great first two hours, gorgeous scenery, perfect weather, right on our target wattage zones, etc. Then at 2:11 we experienced a drastic drop-off in pace at the front of our little two-bike train. Drastic. Energy level dipped down to sub-zero in less than two seconds.Thankfully I am an over-packer in every sense of the word, and had brought 7 gels plus ...