Need Something to do?

It’s been a crazy month, and there’s no sign of it slowing down any time soon.

One would think this type of predicament would make for all sorts of wonderful blogging fodder, and in one sense…it does.

Only it’s all in my head.

The actual time it would take to sit down and write about everything in my head is instead replaced with committee meetings, trade shows, weddings, driving to and fro, business strategy sessions, managing the household, creating business plans for the coming year and wondering how the hell I’m going to swing it all.

So.

Here’s a few things you might want to do instead.

Visit the Savannah Children’s Theatre Website. We’re having an art auction on the 9th of December to raise money and any proceeds from art sold on line will also benefit the theatre. Just be sure to mention the Savannah Children’s Theatre. You’ll also find some pictures of little man if you peak through the photos section! Try The Wiz!

Read Mir, over at Woulda Coulda Shoulda when you need a giggle. She’s by far my most favorite blogger and never fails to make me laugh.

Contact me at sbellusa@yahoo.com if you're interested in Arbonne. It’s a wonderful product by a mega power company, and it would be great if you’d join me and my team. Or, if you'd like to place an order just email me and i'll be happy to oblige.

Getting married? Try Weddings by C.Waters. We will travel!!! The website will be getting a new look soon so keep an eye out for that too!

I'm out of time for now.
Suzanne

Hey Shortie…it’s my birthday.

Today was the 11th anniversary of my 30th birthday!

I celebrated and I’m too pooped to write, so this will be a short one.

After watching a play at the Children’s theatre and a wonderful meal at Carrabbas with the family, it’s time to get out of these tight pants, get horizontal and relax. I ate so much I can’t breathe and drank just enough wine to make me sleepy.

I’ll be scrabbling around for my lost youth today. I’m sure I left it around here somewhere….

Come One, Come All...

Well...

my friends are back.

This time it's the dog's food that is especially yummie.
I'm thinking I ought to just set out more plates and invite the moles too that seem to be having a festival in my yard. It's gotten so that when I walk across the grass, (or what's left of it), my feet sink like I'm walking on pillows. I can only imagine what the network of tunnels must look like, and God forbid if I ever run across a full grown one of these creatures!! I realize they're kind of cute when they're little but eek gads!

The larger versions make me want to run screaming into the house!



With the dog, the cat, the beta, the frog, the moles, the ants, and what I’m certain are a pack of squirrels in my attack, I should be able to create a small circus and hit the road with my traveling animal act.

Just as soon as I can just get all these damned varmits trained,
I'll be coming to a city near you!

There’s no need for an intervention yet.

I’ve been shooting up once a week now.


B12, the good stuff. With an energy derivative added in just for punch.
The idea was to get me off the couch again. Not that I was literally on the couch mind you, I’ve got far too much responsibility for that kind of lounging about, but metaphorically speaking. I lost my will to do anything, and frankly that’s disastrous if you expect me to show up for work , wear clean clothes, cook meals, be a Mom, and a wife, volunteer at the theatre and at school, and whatever.

So I went to visit a doctor, had an examination and he decided the stress was zapping by B vitamins. I’m pretty sure it stole my A-Z’s as well, but there’s not an alphabet shot on the market yet. Mark my words though if there ever is I’ll be the first in line!

The results have been good so far! I’m up handling my daily dredge, AND getting some extra activity in just for good measure. On top of my tap dance class, I’m walking again in the evenings and incorporating hand weights into my exercises. I better be in shape soon, or I might have to move up from my gateway shot to something a little more potent. Like Crack.

In other news, my son just joined the Georgia chapter of Demolay. I hope he gains a world of knowledge from the experience and learns how to become a good citizen in the community. I don’t know about you but I’m already feeling some “would you like to volunteer for…” phone calls in my near future. If you’re not familiar with Demolay you can read more about this fine Masonic driven organization for boys here.

If not, go get me some needles would ya?