Picking up the Pen Again

Hello world. It’s been a minute.

Life has really consumed me recently. A lot of things I don’t want to talk about. A lot of things I’ve talked about too much. It’s been a long, complicated, tiring few months.

But I’ve started feeling better recently. I’m on a nice break from school and I took this last week off of work, so it’s been a lot of sleeping in and drinking coffee, which has been great. And I think I’m finally ready to start giving my blog some love again. I have nothing profound for you today. I just wanted to brush the dust off the keys and plug back into this world.

Thank you for sticking around. I’ll be back soon

A Movie I Love: The Sandlot

Hello my lovely readers and happy Wednesday! I’ve decided to try out my first every ‘series’ on my blog. If you have ever talked to me for more than five minutes, you know that I love movies. I’m really good at identifying actors and quoting obscure lines in movies. As a kid, my dad basically held me hostage and forced me to watch his favorite movies. While I hated it back then, I’m thankful for it now as I am a wealth of movies knowledge.

Since I love movies so much, I thought it would be fun to occasionally tell you about one of my favorite movies. From favorite quotes to my personal experiences with the film, I’d like to just talk, if that’s cool with everyone!

I’m not sure how often I’ll do this, but I’m excited to try it!


Let’s begin this new venture with one of my favorite movies from my childhood: The Sandlot!

If you haven’t watched The Sandlot, go. Right now. Do it.

If I had to explain to someone what The Sandlot is about, I don’t think it would sound very interesting. A movie about a group of young boys  in the 1960s who love baseball and hang out for a summer… Yup.
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But if you have seen The Sandlot, you know that it is so much more than that. Full of amazing one liners and some of the best child actors I’ve ever seen (on par with The Goonies and Stranger Things), The Sandlot is grand in its simplicity. Its a movie you can start at any point and finish no problem. If you see it on your TV guide, you watch it. When someone messes up in your everyday life, you find it perfectly acceptable to yell, “You’re killin’ me, Smalls!” While I obviously was not a young, baseball-loving boy in the 1960s, I feel like I can really relate to these kids. You can find a part of yourself in this movie.

The reason I’ve decided to start with The Sandlot (and the inspiration for this series) comes from a weird moment at a coffee shop last night. My boyfriend and I were sitting in Aspen Coffee, working on various school things and listening to the random music the coffee shop had to offer. Suddenly, “This Magic Moment” by The Drifters came on, and I immediately thought of The Sandlot. My boyfriend, who is nowhere near the movie buff that I am, had no idea what I was talking about when I told him that every time I hear this song I think of Wendy Peffercorn, the lifeguard. One of the best scenes in the movie, in my opinion, is when Squints jumps into the deep end (despite the fact that he can’t swim) just so Wendy Peffercorn, the hot lifeguard, will give him mouth-to-mouth. The Drifters song will forever make me picture that scrawny kid being banned from the pool for life.

Now that I’ve talked about it, I really want to watch it. And I’m sure I will find a way. I will always be okay with watching this movie. It is a classic, to me and many others. I would recommend it to absolutely everybody in the world. Image result for the sandlot

So there it is. My feelings on The Sandlot. I’m sure this series will begin to evolve as I do it more. I hope you like this idea and I’m excited to see where it goes.

Thank you for reading and remember kids: Heroes get remembered, but legends never die.

I Made Breakfast this Weekend

This weekend, I slept in. I took my time getting out of bed, started the coffee maker and plopped right back into bed. I eventually got up and whipped up some french toast.

It may sound silly that making breakfast was a highlight of my weekend. However, my life over the last few months has been busy, sad and stressful. So to finally have a morning with no rushing, a morning where I can drink coffee out of a coffee mug rather than a travel mug, is pretty crazy. Hopefully this trend will continue and I can take a much needed break from all of the craziness.

Cheers to this Monday, and may you be able to cook breakfast this weekend xx

 

 

A Thank You to My Mom, Who Taught Me to Cook

When I was a child, I loved helping my mom cook. I felt like a big girl. I’d sit on the counter and eat butter out of the tub with a spoon (true story) and felt super important.

When I was a teenager, I begrudgingly helped my mom in the kitchen. I wanted to do other things. I didn’t want to stir things. But when she asked, I did it.

As an adult, I’m so thankful for the lessons I learned.

I remember cooking dinner at my apartment for a friend a few months ago. She thanked me for cooking and apologized for inconveniencing me. I said it was no problem, I cook every night. She looked at me oddly and said, “Really?”

Yup, really.

Eating out is expensive, and if you can cook well, why not make dinner at home? My boyfriend and I may occasionally grab some Taco Bueno or sit down for some Golden Dragon Chinese, but a majority of our meals during the week are made in our kitchen, by us.

I’m no Rachel Ray. I can’t cook anything super fancy. I still read recipes of things I’ve made a million times. I call my mom a lot to ask for help. But I’ve learned that I can cook a lot of things people my age can’t, and it’s all thanks to my mom.

So thank you, Mom, for forcing me to peel potatoes, slice chicken and pound together meatloaf. Thank you for bringing stability to my nights, because no matter what was happening, Mom was going to make dinner. Thank you for teaching me a life long skill, even when I didn’t want to learn it.

Thank you for preparing me more for the adult world. I, and my stomach, really appreciate it.

Love you, Kourtney

A Simple Saturday

I spent my first Saturday in a long time at home. While I ventured out a few times, the majority of my day was spent on my couch or in my bed. I forgot what a 2-hour nap felt like. Brewing and sitting to enjoy a cup of coffee in the mornings is a truly magical experience.

I walked my brother around campus. He graduates from high school in May and is starting the college application process so I figured a personalized tour of my university would suit him well. It also helped me rediscover some of the great things about my campus.

I love lazy days. As a kid, I took them for granted. Now that I’m an adult, I appreciate them so much more. I hope you all’ve had a good Saturday.

May tomorrow bring you gifts xx

It’s Fall! 

It finally feels like fall here in Oklahoma. I’ve dusted off my sweaters and am pumped to begin piling on the layers. 

Since this is the first fall I have my apartment, I’ve begun the process of acquiring decorations for my place.  I’m pretty proud of my dining room table. 

Since my grandfather’s funeral, I’ve been in one of those moods where I want to change my life and do things that make me happy.  My first step has been deep-cleaning my apartment. I only have two rooms left and then it’s all about general upkeep.  I got a lot done yesterday and also decided to make a new dinner: quesadillas. 

I’m very proud of them. There’s some stuff I will tweak for next time but they were delicious.  

I also indulged in one of my favorite Halloween traditions: Pillsbury sugar cookies. 

I definitely ate too many of them… that’s okay. 
What is your favorite part of fall? Do you have any fun traditions?

Enjoy the changing colors, lovelies xx 

Yesterday 

Yesterday was my grandfather’s funeral. 

Yesterday my family and I sat on the front family row in the funeral home and held one another. 

Yesterday my heart felt as heavy as my eyes. 

Yesterday I said goodbye. 
Today I am back at work. 

Today I’m going to cook dinner in my kitchen. 

Today I am going to improve myself. 

Today I am going to make sure I live a life he would be proud of.