Friday

year end recollections

Things I learned in 2004:

Water and cat litter makes cement.
I'm still afraid of heights.
What a blog was...
Some HTML...
I'm more Republican than I ever dreamed I was.
I really don't want another big wedding ordeal.
Communication is the most important thing in maintaining a relationship.
I still don't like the Tellie Tubbies.
It only takes 45 seconds to blow up an egg in my microwave.

Things I probably won't be doing in 2005:


Bungie jumping
Sky diving
Running for a political office
Climbing Mt. Everest
Wearing holiday themed sweaters


Things I might do?:

Start working out again
Learn to play the Piano
Have Amanda teach me Chinese
Win the lottery. Whaaaat? It could happen!
Get another motorcycle.
Clean the garage.


Resolutions:
Teach my children to see, value, and comprehend their blessings
Volunteer more
Clean my closet and haul the clothes to Goodwill.
Have the house painted inside.
Get motivated even if it means prescription drugs.


New Years Eve! Party time?

So.....What's everyone doing tonight? Do tell! If you want, you can make up something to make your social life sound much better than it might actually be because hey...i'll never know the difference will I? Let me know what's going on around the world tonight...I'd just love to know what i'm missing!

Wednesday

The part of Suzanne will be played today by...uh...

Hi…my name is Shar…um…Stephanie…no, no…that’s not it,…Jessi,…no wait, give me a minute… it’ll come to me….Rachael? oh never mind, it’s not really important for now. They assure me my memory will return in a few days, once the shock has subsided and the anxiety medication wears off.

I’m told I was found huddled in the fetal position of this big living room, rocking back and forth making strange noises like buh buh buh buh bu buh bu . I’m not sure how I got there, only there’s this strange recollection of brightly colored lights, colored papers… and shiny things…yes lots of shiny things!

Perhaps I died only to have abruptly returned unto this strange abode?
Perhaps.

Oh look…there’s a shiny thing! Isn’t it lovely?

I am confided to this one room here on the couch, and my bedroom, as I’m told the other rooms are not yet meant for human observation. Something about small children…and little plastic toys?…. (scratches her neck and reaches for another valium)

Every now and then these very small people come to me with odd statements like:
“He called me snotty face!”
Or
“She’s making me bored”
“Now I can see out of your face”
“wooohaaaa, there’s a little fly thingie”

I can’t be sure, but I almost believe they’re trying to communicate with me, to which I answer…buh buh buh buh buh buh.

This seems to satisfy their inquisitiveness as they almost always leave right away.

I think I’ll take a little nap now.
Think happy thoughts right?
Buh buh buh buh buh buh buh buh

Monday

Airlines lose bags, Suzanne goes missing, news to follow:

Suzanne is missing:
Due to over-calculations by both household accounting service as well as third party family organizations, production of Christmas presents exceeded our expectations by over 400% . Efforts are now underway to dig through the piles of empty boxes and discarded rapping paper to find Suzanne. Volunteers are asked to refrain from showing up until her next of Kin are notified. Earlier today, the cat found a small purple earring, which was worn by either Suzanne, or someone who also likes purple things . This concerns the recovery effort as we are no longer sure how many people may be buried under the Christmas mess.

Faint sounds can be heard coming from the living room near the tree. Suzanne was last seen near the tree so efforts to find her are concentrated there. It was reported earlier that she might be in the guest bathroom under the disposed cardboard boxes when a faint “help me” could be heard. Digging efforts turned up a small battery powered doll emitting a childlike “feed me”. The doll was several feet shorter than the description we have of Suzanne, and so the search cintinues.

Others in the house remember seeing Suzanne when the presents were being opened, but in the furry of opening what turned out to be far more presents than this house was rated for, she was lost in the aftermath. Christmas marshals have cited the household for massing almost double the presents than the safety recommendations list for one tree.

The children, who are still playing with toys, surface for occasional bowls of cereal, and promise to aid in the search when they loose interest in the new toys next week. News at Eleven.

Friday


Enjoy the holidays! Posted by Hello

Happy Holidays everyone!!

Yes....I know I promised Santa I wouldn't neglect my blog any more, and yes I know...
I haven't written in a week.

What act of neglect would be complete without a various and sundry assortment of excuses? I've got mine a plenty.

1. I haven't been in town. We made a pilgrimage to the Great White North for a week.
I froze. I'm frozen. I'm still frozen.

2. upon arriving home, there was that 10 tons of laundry with my name on it.

3. I've got the family coming over in 3 hours. I've still got to finish cooking, I'm sitting in a house that needs cleaning, and there are three more presents that need wrapping.

I'm expecting a lump of coal. Life will soon be back to normal however, and the writings will resume.

In the meantime...Happy Holidays to everyone and Have a Merry Merry Christmas!!!

Damn contemporary bullshit architecture!


A holiday funny for my friends in the architecture world. Something to think about huh?  Posted by Hello

Tuesday

Ladies, can we talk?

If you’re of the MALE persuasion, might I suggest that you go here to read about golf, or push a pin in my guest map to let me know your where abouts? I promise the following will not interest you unless perhaps you are married to a female over the age of 35, who mysteriously wakes up a million times throughout the night only to disappear into the bathroom and reappear in different pajamas. I have a hunch the following story was not only the last thing you had in mind when you surfed on to my blog, but will be more information than you really cared to know in the first place.
Trust me.
Golf is good.

Now with all the guys out of the room, let’s talk about what I like to call sfitzing. You know what I mean? When you go to sleep and wake up in the middle of the night drenched in your own perspiration, sopping wet from head to toe? Could this be the dreaded onset of menopause?
I like to go to bed each night freshly showered and perfumed. My favorite pajamas are usually of the silky variety, a gown from Victoria’s Secret perhaps, with spaghetti straps and matching robe.

This is how it starts anyway.
Then…
Sleep descends and within a few hours, unbeknownst to me, I start to sfitz.

(To Sfitz: adj; lightly perspire, dainty sweat caused by nervousness, or unknown medical condition.)

Water begins to seep out of every pore in my body. I’m not talking about a little dampness on the forehead, or in my hairline, yet those things are most definitely effected. I’m talking about a full blown, bring-your-water-wings-and-snorkel-to-bed drenching that covers every inch of me. Nothing is left dry.
Nothing.
Including my covers and my mattress.
So I have to get up and take my wet nightgown off, wipe down with a towel, and change into a gown this time of a nice cotton blend.

Upon return, I find my side of the bed completely wet, as if someone had just poured a pitcher of water into my covers. It’s 2:30 in the morning so I reluctantly crawl back in and eventually fall back to sleep. A few hours later, I’m awakened once again by the shivering of my own body, as a result of the tiny ice crystals forming from the air conditioner and my damp covers. The cotton nightgown is now drenched and once again, I’m off to the bathroom to dry off and change pajamas. For a brief moment I consider wrapping up in a big beach towel, but opt for a nighty in an absorbent terrycloth blend instead.
Help!
Am I melting?
What’s up with that?
Of course on the up note, Christmas shopping for my husband is a breeze this year! He's getting a squeegie... maybe a rubber raft and an inner tube.

Monday

Dear Santa

Dear Santa…

Let me explain.

It’s not that I meant to ignore my blog for the last week, it’s just that I’ve been so busy. First little man was sick, then I was sick, then my best friend got married and
my oh my, there was all that Christmas shopping that had to be done! Lest we forget the Christmas party at my friends house Friday night, and the 4th grade party at Little Man’s school that needed planning and all the mothers I had to call to bring in goodies….The list just goes on and on and I’ve been too busy with a multitude of other things to even consider being naughty or nice. I’m hoping you’ll be able to overlook my blog neglect based on what I feel is our common bond in the “making a list” thing… even though I almost never remember to check mine twice or where I put it last.

I know there was that whole Bad Fairy incident on Halloween, but I assure you it was all in the spirit of the Holiday and in good fun, so you can hardly hold that against me.

It wouldn’t be fair of you to count the whiskey sours I drank at my friends
wedding reception either because that was a very stressful and emotional day for all of us. I only drank them because it was really cold outside and my head was hurting so bad that I needed something to warm me up and take the edge off. Don’t you worry Santa, I’ve learned my lesson. I learned it on the cold porcelain bathroom floor several hours later and in the half empty bottle of Ibruprofin that’s left on my kitchen counter. I’ve learned food is critical when drinking alcohol, and that one should limit one’s consumption proportional to one’s body weight.

I’ll give you that, on occasion I can be a tad naughty with the good fairy, but it’s nothing you or Mrs. Claus haven’t discussed under the mistletoe yourselves I bet, therefore technically I’m excused from that one too.

So you see Santa, I really am worthy of a gift or two, and I promise to be better at posting on my blog and to leave your favorite cookies out on Christmas Eve, if you promise not to leave me a lump of coal.
Love Suzanne

Thursday

My Baby's sick....

I have to interrupt my daily posting tonight on account of little man is sick and I’m needed on the couch to snuggle, rub his head, and give lots of Mommie sympathy.

Please don’t run away just yet, there’s other stuff to read in the archives or sign in on my guest map and let me know where in the world you are! Such a simple thing, but it makes me so happy!

Say goodnight Suzanne!

A Pet's Blog

Hey Look! It's me over THERE.

Wednesday

drip. drip.

I’ve got two suspicious looking puddles in my house.

Normally, you would think I’d be searching for the nearest animal to blame, only these puddles are of a different nature.

These puddles are on my ceiling.

Ceiling puddles are rarely a good thing are they?

At first I thought it was a leak coming from the upstairs bathroom, only I couldn’t find any evidence of leakage in the obvious places. Then I heard the sound of dripping water coming from the air conditioner vent, which is coincidentally close by to the ceiling puddles downstairs.

There’s an air conditioner guy here right now investigating the source of the water and I’m just hoping I don’t have to buy a new one.

Maybe Santa will bring me one. I’ve been good….really I have.
Whaaaaat?

I have!

Monday

Work, Work, Work

Sharon did a cool scrollie thing on her blog about all her past jobs, and then was kind enough to send me the script for how to make a scroll box. It’s been one of those weekends where time was of the essence and I simply ran out of it, so for the moment I’m just going to do another post, minus the scrollie thing. Be sure to stop by and send Sharon some love.

These are the jobs i've had during my lifetime, excluding the weekend face painting, and ummm...that one incident i'd rather not talk about.
I’ve also ranked the impact these jobs have had on my life and the excitement level they provided on a scale of 1 to 5. 5 having the most impact.


My very first job was at a mall. I worked in a department store and sold men’s clothing.
This involved selling shirts, neck ties and underwear and measuring hemlines for the alterations department. Minimum wage was $3.25, we had manual cash registers and had to hand write sales tickets before putting the order into a machine that resembled an old organ grinder minus the monkey that danced around and collected tips. I learned that very few men can coordinate and many are colorblind.
Impact and Excitement: 2

During the summer of my first year in college, I worked at another department store. This time in the lamp department. We progressed to automatic cash registers only I didn’t get to use mine very often on account of the electronics department was next door, which drew in customers much quicker than lampshades. I tried my best to divert attention to myself and the dimmer switches by attempting to ploy shoppers with humor and wit. Unfortunately the lampshade on the head thing had already been done before, and the Solid Gold dancers were playing on all 32 color televisions.
I learned to get out of the way of stampeding men vying to watch women in little sparkly outfits.
Impact and Excitement: 1

Next came the waitress and bartending job while in college. It paid $2.10 and hour plus tips, and the tips were pretty good considering it was a college campus bar in a college town, in a dry county to say the least. I learned that a person can cure themselves of ever eating ranch dressing after making it by the bucketfuls. Gallon of buttermilk, gallon of mayo,…spices,…day after day URP! I also learned a lot of cool drinking games, and that most people look really stupid when they’re drunk.
Impact and Excitement: 3

When the food and gluttony business became more than I could stomach I got myself certified to teach various fitness classes and got a job at a health club. I taught men’s and women’s aerobics, water aerobics and weight training. My connections with the college led to more teaching, and eventually I became the aerobics instructor for the University’s football, baseball and tennis teams, as well as for the local high school football team. This was always fun, because there was never a shortage of laughter and good music with a group of college athletes doing aerobics. I learned that too much jumping on inappropriate surfaces causes shin splints and a great deal of pain to an instructor who is teaching far too many classes a week.
Impact and Excitement: 3

After graduation, I moved to Atlanta under the employment of the Atlanta Sports Medicine Clinic. There I worked in post operative rehabilitation as a technician to a Physical Therapist. Patients were athletes, of both the professional and weekend variety and had suffered sport related injuries or surgery. I enjoyed this job because at the time, this particular facility was cutting edge and taught me a lot about the medical profession. I got to use the skills I learned in college and oddly enough…helped me to decide that I didn’t want to continue in this field at all!
Impact and Excitement:4

Next stop. New York City and a job as an International Flight Attendant. I would be inclined to say that half of who I am today as a person is a direct result of this job. I took the opportunity to use my employee flight privileges and saw the world. I am a firm believer that travel should be a requirement of all educational programs, even in high school. Nothing opens your eyes quite like seeing other peoples, cultures and traditions, and to see your own country through other's eyes. I will never forget some of the sights and people I met along the way…like the little homeless children sleeping on the streets of Brazil, or the hordes of people begging for food in Haiti. I saw the Berlin wall come down and keep a piece of it on my mantle to this day. Not to mention that living in New York City is a learning experience in itself. You know the old cliché, "if you can make it there you'll make it anywhere"! So true...so true.
Impact and excitement: 5

Marriage and pregnancy helped me to end my flight career. I looked for a job on the ground and found it at Nike’s European distribution center. I didn’t speak Dutch at the time, but knew that if I could just get in the door they would see that I was American, and capable of being a viable employee, in an American company. I went to my interview with an English-Dutch dictionary, and a boatload of determination. I got the job and worked there for 5 years in various rolls starting with picking shoe orders and ending in Human Resources. I can’t begin to tell you everything I learned working there, but it was a fabulous company with fabulous benefits and growth opportunities. I learned light years worth of professional knowledge, and gained invaluable skills in leadership and business. I rank it right up there with one of the best careers I’ve ever had.
Impact and Excitement: 5


With the end of my marriage, I left Europe and did what most freshly divorced, single mommies do…I ran home to Mommy and Daddy. Being back in the States offered a whole new world of job opportunities because as luck would have it… I speak English, and there seems to be a demand for that here. I found my current job, and work in the marketing and sales department for a large distribution company as a product rep. I love my job, it pays well, and offers a great deal of flexibility for the working mother type.
Impact and Excitement: 3

Most importantly, this list wouldn't be complete without listing the most important job I have. I manage to do it full time on top of my full time job, and always work weekends and nights, even when I’m sick. I’m a Mom first and foremost. Responsibilities include, cooking, nursing, teaching, counseling, judge, jury, law enforcement, janitorial services, volunteering, friend, listener, chauffeur, banker, Santa Clause, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, librarian, story teller, handyman, fixer of broken toys, dryer of tears, laundry expert, stain remover, financial advisor, room mother, party planner, fashion coordinator….the list goes on and on. I’ve learned there’s nothing more important than your own child’s happiness and safety, and there’s nothing better than seeing my child’s sweet sleeping face each night as I go to tuck him in. My heart melts when I see him hurt or struggling, and I know I’d walk the ends of the earth to protect him. From the moment I met him, as a wrinkly pointed head little raison, my whole world changed. My life has purpose, meaning and magnitude.
Impact and Excitement: 10

Sunday

Hark hear them yell!

I went to the mall tonight.

I’m not sure exactly what it was I was thinking when I made that brilliant decision, as it’s a Saturday and the stores were packed with hoards of people, screaming children in tow, but hey… I made a decision.

The boys had gone to a wrestling match at the civic center, and I decided that what I needed to do was to get out of the house and do some Christmas shopping.

The air was crisp, the holiday music aplenty, and I had made a list of everything I wanted to purchase, organized by person, store and department. Sounded like a fool proof plan to me so off I went? What I didn’t count on was the horrendous pre Christmas Saturday night traffic or the umpteen hundred people that migrate here from the outer ruraldom of Savannah. The city population spikes each weekend as the surrounding dwellers visit the city to shop, eat out and party.

Parking was a challenge in itself, because the novelty of the new mall Target hasn’t quite subsided just yet and the parking lot was buzzing. Me in my holiday cheer, patiently waited for the perfect spot to open, and with lightning speed…dashed into a slot before the little old man in the grey Seville made it around the corner. Muwaaaaah!

The stores were equally hurried as the highways were and each shopper eeewwed and aaahhhed over the dazzling display of purchasable wares. Around every corner was some exhausted looking mother pushing a buggy containing at least two children, screaming in that way only small children know how to do. They did not want to be in that buggy by God! How do I know this?…because that’s what they were screaming in decibels loud enough for the deaf to hear.

“I don’t wanna be in this buggy!”

“I wanna get down!”

“I wanna walk by myself!”

I just smiled at them in a knowingly fashion as I too have been in their very same shoes on numerous non holiday occasions.

Speaking of shoes. Don’t wear your new boots to the mall when you plan on doing a lot of walking. That was my first mistake of the evening, and I’m currently soaking them in last years foot spa Christmas present. My feet…not my new boots.

The second mistake I made was to leave my list on the kitchen table.
Come on now,… You didn’t really think I’d make it to the mall with a list did you?

To my pleasant surprise, and despite my short term memory deficiency, I managed to remember some of the items I’d written down and actually knocked out a couple of gifts.

I hope Santa was watching tonight, and took notice of how nice I was being. There was plenty of naughty going around, but I managed not to slug a single person.

Tis the season to be jolly!

Saturday

There’s 5 loads of laundry to be done and a mountain of ironing. Let’s not forget the standard Saturday morning cleaning that needs doing in the bathrooms, or the general straightening of the remaining living quarters.

I know… I know…you’re asking yourself… “How can one person have such a glamorous life while all the rest of us are off doing such mundane things like visiting parks, Christmas shopping, and attending parties with family and friends?”

Just don’t hate me because my life is so rich. Jealousy is never a pretty shade of green and does nothing for your complexion.

I’ll write more tonight once I’m done polishing my mean step mother’s shoes. They’ll all be at the ball, so I’ll have plenty of time to compose a more appropriate post then.

Thursday


crooked face Posted by Hello

Sticks and Stones

Have you ever had a conversation with someone who wasn’t as skilled in the art of ‘tact’ as you would prefer, or as gentle in their verbal deliveries while offering constructive criticism or a personal observation?

I’ll admit up front that I’m of the sensitive nature, but every now and again, someone will say something that I find difficult to shake. Quite frankly, this is more likely due to the fact that I’m of the slightly vain nature as well, and if their comments are regarding my appearance…all the longer they will linger.

Their ill prepared and thoughtless statements enter my brain through the auditory canal, permeating the sensitive sector of grey matter that controls confidence and self esteem. The words reverberate, banging around inside of my mind until they are wedged tightly into my thought processes.

While I was at the Dentist yesterday, my dentist casually mentioned “You know Suzanne, not only is your jaw a bit crooked, but it throws off the whole symmetry of your face! in fact….your face is crooked , and look…so are your ears. Have you noticed that before?”

“Well…” I said slowly crouching down into the dental chair, … “I guess my sunglasses do hang a tad lower on this side of my nose now that you mention it, but I just figured it was because I only paid a dollar for them at the Dollar General. I… I hadn’t really noticed it at all until you just pointed it out Doc….um…thanks,…for, uh,
bringing it to my attention.”

I mean, dang! I realize he is a professional and probably making reference to the symmetry of my jaw alignment, but now, thanks to his lack of tact, I’ve got a new item to add to my list of insecurities. Yipee!!!

He further tried to explain how everything is connected in anatomy…
The jaw bone’s connected to the…neck bone.
The neck bone’s connected to the….shoulder bone.
The shoulder bone’s connected to the….next bone.

When one thing is out of alignment, everything is out of alignment.

I’m convinced I walked in their perfectly straight but when I left, I was limping and dragging my foot behind me.

Sticks and stones may break my bones….but sometimes, I swear words can haunt me.