suitable attire

My friend popped over this morning to drop off something and pick up something.
I’d say what something was only I don’t remember anymore.

Just like I didn’t remember why I walked her into the adjacent room to show her something only to forget what something was once we got there.
“It’s in here,” I said “come with me…” leading her through the magical magnetic door frame that obviously wiped my brain matter clean of any useful residue the minute we passed through.

I stood there sputtering and scratching my head while sizzling noises seeped from my ears.  “wait…what am I doing here again”?  


"Do you smell smoke?"
“and what did you say your name was again”?

Maybe I’m just a little distracted…what, with Thanksgiving, the house guests, the kids arrival, and the approaching wedding.   It’s possible I suppose, but I’m good.  Really I am.

Now what do you think about this jacket?


I feel all snuggly and loved when I wear it.

I’m just gonna sit here and play with this shiny object while you fasten the straps…m-kay?

Do you remember when I tried to play golf?
Well, as luck would have it… turns out I’m only 1/3 as bad at playing tennis as I am at golf, and slightly better than I am at bowling.

This comes with a great deal of relief to me, because had I seriously stunk at tennis today when I went to play with my girl friend, I would have had to join the likes of the unpopular kids in middle school. You see popularity and athletic ability go hand in hand, or so my 11 year old son disappointedly informed me today at the end of his basketball practice.

His basketball skills are about as honed as my bowling skills. Which really aren’t that bad thank you very much… provided I put those bumper thingies up to keep my ball from jumping across the adjacent lane and into the gutter.

Middle school can be hard on a kid’s sense of self-confidence and if you’re not naturally athletic by design, you won’t get noticed by the “hot” girls.

Wait. He wants a girlfriend? I don’t want to hear this… he is, after all, my baby and should be playing with duckies and rubber alligators shouldn’t he?

Once he pulled my fingers out of my ears and got me to stop repeating “la la la la” I found out there was a problem with another boy at school.

Some little snot nosed bully of a midget…(I’m sorry, did I just say that out loud?) was teasing my son this week, daunting him into thinking he shouldn’t come to the first practice because he sucked at basketball. I despise bullies, and am fighting the moma cat urge to go scratch his cold hearted little eyeballs out.

I mean, not really…
but uh…really.

It’s disheartening to me how vulnerable a child’s ego is at that age, and how harsh words can wound a fragile soul, causing such anguish and depression. I had the appropriate talk with Little Man about how there will always be bullies in life and how you can’t let them get you down or ruin your fun. I also whipped out the compassion card from my bag of Mommy wisdom and explained how that little boy might have a very difficult family life which ultimately causes him to behave with such a mean spirit, and that maybe we should just pray for him to be a nicer person. When all of that failed to convince him he should try at least one time to see if he liked it, I pulled rank and made him go to practice anyways. He ended up doing just fine, and I’d say plays just as well as the majority of the boys on the team.

Now promise me a couple of things:

1. If you are the parent of a bully …please for the love of God, talk to your child and make him stop! No one should have to go through a day fearful of getting picked on. It’s just not right. and..
2. If you see me stomping towards the basketball gym hissing to myself...keep an eye on me, and stop me if I start to swing.

On another note: I went and had my hair done today, in practice for the approaching wedding. She put lot’s of curls in it, and piled it high on top of my head. I sort of liked it, but it wasn’t really the essence of Suzanne. I’m not sure what I’ll end up doing with it on the big day, but at least now I have a better idea.



I’m off to bed for now.

Say goodnight Suzanne.

They say it's my birthday...

40

This is a good number I think right?

divisible by two....

even...

nice round number?

Than why do I feel so bad today?

This has not been a happy day.

listen

With youth, comes noise.
When we are young, we have an inherent need to surround ourselves with noise. Loudly playing music, football games, telephone chatter…even the sound of our own voices proclaiming independence, our superiority, and our wisdom consumes precious mind space, and clutters our thoughts.  
Sound is somehow reassuring, and comforts us in moments of solitude.  

With age, comes the desire for self reflection.
Silence is golden, and listening is necessary for internal contemplation, for rumination, and conclusion.  I find the more I am quiet, the more others will speak to fill the void.  The more I listen, the more insight I gain into the greater scheme of human nature.

I find myself sitting in the quiet, listening to the roar of the household.  I no longer leap to turn on the television or the radio, but choose instead to bask in the silence and derive peace from its presence.  

Judgment is left to someone other than myself.

Katrina

Linens, decorations,….dresses and tuxedos all seem trivial to discuss in the wake of Katrina.    I haven’t done much posting simply because it hardly seems appropriate to chatter on and on about these things when other people are suffering so.  

Little Man’s school is collecting money and food, so we help out how we can, yet somehow it doesn’t seem enough.  

I was absolutely sick to my stomach to hear of the man who stayed with his dog after rescuing him and losing everything, only to have to leave his precious best friend behind when the rescue bus came.  The vision of the poor dog running behind the bus after his owner…. Well I just can’t seem to shake it.    

I probably would have stayed behind with my dog and found another way out.  

Do whatever you can for these survivors.  It could just have easily been us here in Savannah and that hits home really hard.  

lost for words

I’ve been in a funk the last couple of days.

I found out a woman I work with, a good customer, was killed in a car accident.
An autopsy showed later that the actual cause of death was in fact a heart attack, causing her vehicle to speed out into a busy road where she was hit.

I feel extra horrible because it happened last month, and I just now heard about it!

I missed the funeral.
I missed the opportunity to say goodbye to someone who was a very kind person.

I can’t believe that someone can leave this world so quietly that few even notice.
No one sent me an email…
No one called with the news…
Nothing fell from the sky or sounded in the distance…

And while her family must suffer immensely (she left a husband and two children behind), few of us that knew her in the work environment even heard of the tragedy.

It’s always sobering to realize that we are here for such a short time, and that we seldom stop traffic when we exit this world. We leave behind our possessions, and our families, and the planet continues to revolve without us... Our belongings still scattered about the floor exactly how they were when we last tinkered with them…left for someone to find later on.

I haven't felt much like posting because I just can't shake the meloncholy feelling.
I feel so bad for her boys, and can’t imagine how they must be coping.

I feel so bad for not saying goodbye.

It’s 4:15 a.m. Do you know where your cat is?

Every night for about 2 weeks now when 4:15 rolls around,

(and can I just reiterate this is 4:15 a.m. to which I’m referring),

my cat begins this very strange ritual of pestering the fool out of me until I get out of bed.

He wants me to walk to the kitchen, and refill his food and water bowl, or else there will be no peace in the house. It doesn’t necessarily matter if either one of the bowls is even empty for that matter. He just wants me to get up...make the gesture, and then he seems content again.

This is my best guess as to why his odd behavior is occurring, because all other avenues of consoling him haven’t worked. Checking the litter box, or ensuring the door is open simply doesn't appease him. It's the rattling of the food bag that finally settles him down.

I always thought the magical hour was midnight?
I could do midnight really I could!
and I would promise not to be cranky from lack of sleep the following morning too!

Midnight is the mark of a new day…and a promise of a fresh start.
It's an end to a bad day riddled with opportunities to do better than the previous one.

Cinderella turned into a ratty hag at midnight.
Her coach turned back into a pumpkin at midnight…
and the horses into mice, and the coachmen into birds...

all at the exact moment the clock tower chimed twelve o’clock.

Then why OHWHYFORTHELOVEOFGOD must my cat wake me every night at 4:15?

Would someone please send my ninja cat the memo?

Link to the Shrink...

I don't do politics on my blog as a rule. When I started Contemblogging, I listed it under the humor category of the blog directories, and with the exception of my favorite television program..The Daily Show.., there is little humor to be found in politics.

I would however like to direct your attention to Sigmond, Carl & Alfred and his recent blog post "Who's Land Is This"?

If you want to know what I think about the State of our politics today...I am inclined to save my freshly manicured nails the trouble of re-typing exactly what he already so eloquently said.
It's well written, and my thoughts exactly!

No cause for worry that I might vent my political position on a regular basis because I won't. I hate to offend anyone... even the whiny liberals I'd sooner see hearded to Iraq. But just for the record, check it out.

Fairy Tales: This just in...

According to new data released by the U.S. Census Bureau, CNN Money, and the President's Council of Economic Advisors, the amount of money the tooth fairy must leave under the pillows of today’s children, after factoring in the comparative cost of living between the 1970’s and 2005, is 5 times higher than it was for children in the 1970’s.

The going rate for a baby tooth in mint condition, assuming no decay or breakage, adjusted using an annual average measured against regional differences for the cost of consumer goods and dental services, excluding taxes, for professional and managerial household incomes is higher than it has ever been.

This new data, is based on information collected quarterly by chambers of commerce and applied economic centers from Tooth Fairies in each participating urban area.

The composite index is based on four components for more than 50,000 different tooth assortments: Obvious dental hygiene, size, color, and the absence of any occlusions.

Tooth Fairies everywhere are speaking out against this extreme rise in the per-tooth payout, and have legally sought assistance from financial aid institutes across America. They are voicing their concern over possible adverse effects this increase could have on children of different families with varying income levels and urge children to understand that small differences in pay out should not be interpreted as unfair partiality.

For Your Health and Safety Information

I was informed yesterday while I cleaned the icky nose of our 5 year old that...
"only the Blue Boogers are poisonous!"

Whew!
And to think I was worried!

Tell me how you REALLY feel...

I’ve got two choices at this moment.

Write a blog entry that makes you laugh, cry, love me, hate me, or fall asleep.
This involves time, concentration, and focused attention.
I have none of these.
Did I mention the hurricanes were here? I did? Oh ok.

Or

Copy and paste a blog meme that I stole from Kim and Funky and let you do all the typing.

That’s a no brainer. Get ready. Get set.
Copy Paste
Whew! Done.
That took 30 seconds....
Now you…

If this is your first time here, might I suggest skipping this and reading a previous post?

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me? If no….why the hell not?
5. Do you read my blog regularily?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Do you feel like your back in high school now?
16. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?

Have a great day.

Escape from Alcatraz!

After many colorful Hamster cages were reduced to plastic shavings by the chewing teeth of our little Houdini,…
….and after the carpet behind the bookshelf was destroyed by those same chewing tools… I have purchased the ultimate in rodent retention.

Now.


Escape from this Bi-otch!

and speaking of hurricanes...

It appears hurricane season is upon us once again. I swear it was just yesterday that Florida was being bombarded by storm after horrific storm, inflicting damage to homes and businesses of helpless Floridians and East coast inhabitants.
Now here it is, June (again), and the rains and winds are taunting us with more of the same, starting off with tropical depression Arlene.

Because hurricanes often occur at the same time, officials assign short, distinctive names to the storms to avoid confusion among weather stations, coastal bases, and ships at sea. Since 1953, Atlantic tropical storms have been named from lists created by the National Hurricane Center and now maintained and updated by the World Meteorological Organization. Six lists are used in rotation. Thus, the 2004 list will be used again in 2010.
A storm is given a name once its winds reach an intensity of 40 mph.

To name a few:
Alex Arlene Alberto Andrea Arthur Ana
Bonnie Bret Beryl Bertha Bill
Charley Chantal Cristobal Claudette
Danielle Dennis Debby Dean Dolly Danny
Earl Emily Ernesto Edouard Erika
Frances Franklin Felix Fay Fred
Gaston Gert Gordon Gabrielle Gustav Grace
Hermine Harvey Humberto Henri
Ivan Ike Ida Jerry Josephine Joaquin
Katrina Kirk Lorenzo Laura Larry
Matthew Marco Mindy Nadine Noel Nicholas
Otto Ophelia Oscar Philippe Pablo Rose
Sebastien Sally Sam Teddy Teresa Van Vicky Victor
W
*Source: National Hurricane Center, National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration

And speaking of hurricanes….

Did I mention Monkey and the Princess are here? Yes? Ahh

We picked them up Saturday, and it’s been a hurricane around here ever since. We did a Spiderman birthday party for Monkey on Sunday, and today was the beginning of day camp for this dynamic duo.

I’ve been contemplating some new names for monkey. Something that reflects his hurricane like nature.

Maybe you guys can help me choose?
Or maybe just "Hurricane" Monkey? Is that on the list?

apples and I don't remember what else....

I woke up this morning with a powerful blog entry overflowing in my mind. The words were forming without effort, playing on the widescreen that is my subconscious mind, as if they were being sent to me via divine intervention.

Unfortunately my subconscious mind isn’t what it used to be. It would serve me well to keep a pen and paper beside my bed because one hour later I don’t remember a bit of it, except that it had something to do with Adam, Eve and a really good Waldorf salad recipe.

Little Man arrived safely in Belgium, and has finally adjusted to the time zone differences. I speak to him every day on the phone, but will be very glad when he returns so I can throw my arms around him and cover him in Moma kisses.

The plan for today is to get up, work, attend a professional association meeting, then have dinner with an old friend paying special attention to the fact that I don’t have to race home at any particular time to pick up a child or chauffeur said child to various and sundry school or social events.

I’ve not yet shaken the feeling throughout the day, that I’ve got to hurry somewhere so as not to leave a child sitting outside alone, unattended and forgotten after all of the other children have been picked up and taken home.

Of course this scenario will change shortly when he returns home again and my schedule is once again filled with the coming and goings involved with childhood activities. What I’m actually experiencing now is the proverbial calm before the storm. Once he's home, things will start hopping again, and blog entries will fly.

That is if I’m coherent enough to remember to write them down.

I know you are but what am I?

I had 22 emails this morning in my yahoo account!
Twenty two!
And you know what?

NOT ONE SINGLE MAIL was from an actual person.
Not one.

So what if I’m not popular, and no one returns my emails? I’m highly regarded in the internet shopping arena, and amongst companies wishing to grow my penis to lengths the neighbors will envy.

And…and….and i’ve got this pre approved credit card application too!

I feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

The Funny Red Fez

Remember the Flintstones?

I’m not sure if they still show that cartoon these days, but I remember watching it a lot as a kid.

Fred and Barney were a member of a Lodge, "The Loyal Brotherhood of Water Buffalos" and wore funny hats and had silly greetings to recognize their fraternity “brothers”, …. which was in essence, a spoof of the Shriners.

I come from a long line of Shriner men. The funny red hat,
while maybe a tad odd looking, in my eyes represents My Grandfather, My Step Grandfather, My Father, friends and other family members who have proudly worn the fez and helped make miracles happen for many many children.

I suppose when some people think of the Shriners, they think of a group of old men who party a lot, and wear the funny red Fez. To me, it’s a vision of security, of good memories…
Of good men.

The Shrine's official philanthropy is Shriners Hospitals for Children, a network of 22 hospitals that provide expert, no-cost orthopedic and burn care to children under 18. When they say “no cost” that’s really what they mean. No cost to the children or the families including travel and stay. The SHRINERS do indeed host a lot of parties, but the money raised at these parties is what keeps those 22 high tech hospitals functioning every day. It costs millions of dollars each day to keep a hospital running, and I’ve seen grown men reach into their wallets to dole out money for a silly square of toilet paper being sold by a new Shriner recruit at his fraternal initiation.

This image will always make me proud.




It will always remind me of my Grandfather. I don’t think he lived a day of his adult life to my knowledge without doing, wearing, or participating in something that had to do with the Shrine. My Father followed in his footsteps. They are good men doing good things.

This weekend happens to be initiation weekend for some 50 new candidates here in Savannah, and I just came from the parade where they march them through downtown as part of their initiation hazing. I missed having Little Man with me, to watch and learn what it means to have fun and be charitable.

...and tonight we will put on our formal attire to attend the ball, where these new Shriners will each receive their new sparkly,
Funny little red hats.

Bless each and every one of them.

I Left My Heart in Hartsfield Airport.

When I got divorced some 5 years ago, it was a struggle as any divorce is.
We argued about the same things most couples do when the split inevitably happens.
Money, stuff, money, stuff, more money, and of course…money.

Then there was custody of Little Man.

We lived in Belgium.
I wanted out of the cold and rain which meant I was moving back to the United States come Hell or high water….With Little Man.
For some fathers this would mean the unthinkable. Living thousands of miles away from your child with minimal visitation.

For this father in particular, all it took was some quick negotiations on my part,
and I was on an airplane heading West with my son. Free at last.

As most negotiations involve money, and money is what moved my X- husband to tears on more than one occasion, it was no surprise to me that the child support he would forgo paying if I moved to another country would be my winning negotiation card.
I was right. I got full custody of our son, he doesn’t pay a dime in child support.

Fine by me, I just wanted out.

We did agree that he would have 7 weeks Summer visitation rights, so once a year I have to drive my son to the Atlanta Airport and put him on a plane destined for Belgium. This is difficult to say the least. Heart wrenching, gut stabbing, throat clenching horrible horrible horrible is more accurate!

This year was especially hard due to the fact that his Tourette’s symptoms have progressed and his OCD fears are in full maximum gear. “What if the plane crashes? What if a bad guy is on the plane and shoots us? What if the pilot dies? What if I get sick? What if we get hijacked? What if you die while I’m gone? What if someone breaks in while I’m gone? What if you get in a car crash on the way back to Savannah? What if…what if…what if…”

It’s draining to answer his questions, but necessary to reassure his obsessive fearful emotions.

He clung to me until he had to board the plane.
He cried when they had to peel him off of me.
I cried when I was out of his view.

It was a long 4 hour drive home, and my house is not the same without my little man.

I keep thinking I hear him call me from the back room, or while I was in the store today.
I looked...
but it wasn’t him. –sigh-

The Color Test

I received this test via an email. It's very interesting to see how your brain functions...

or doesn't.

http://www.njagyouth.org/colortest.swf

Be the Man Women Desire.

I didn't sleep a wink last night.
It’s almost impossible to sleep when you’ve got an awkward rubber tray in your mouth filled with tooth whitener! The makers of xyz brand tooth whitening gel misrepresented their product when they called it a “comfort fit” mouth piece, because as far as I can tell, there is nothing comfortable about the whole experience whatsoever.

After gagging and salivating all night… I was thrilled when daylight peeked through the curtains announcing a reasonable hour to get out of bed. I hurried to the bathroom, removed the whole mess in hopes that my teeth would be as pearly white as the woman’s on the box. Her teeth have little sparkles on them and I love sparkly things (which is how their marketing ploy got me in the first place).

To my disappointment, I didn’t see any difference then when I went to bed.
Certainly no sparkles …
Not even a lousy twinkle.

---------

I checked my email, which was an equally disappointing experience only not half as messy.
I’m expecting word from the person who is escorting Little Man on his flight to Belgium tomorrow, arranging final details as to where I will meet her and so forth, but alas…no news yet.

There was however, one spam letter that caught my interest titled.

“Be the Man women desire”.

Um….

How, for the love of God they think there is any kind of pill or cream that could turn me into the MAN women desire is a sales pitch worthy of my brief attention. I would have read the mail out of sheer curiosity alone, had I not been suspicious of virus threats,

so it was deleted unread.

The mysteries of science flushed into cyber space along with my 30% off coupon for Victoria’s Secret, and my daily horoscope.

Everybody..Sing With Me Now

You put the laundry in,
You take the laundry out,
You put the laundry in…

…because you waited too long before you got around to folding it, and now it’s cold and wrinkly.

Bummer.
I hate it when that happens.

The darks are going round and round in the dryer again …just to heat ‘em up a bit, so I can quickly remove them, smooth them out on the floor, avoiding that whole ironing thing.

I’ll do anything to get out of ironing.

I’m rather particular when it comes to the manner in which dirty clothes become clean again, so I claim the chore of laundry as my own. I have really long legs, and if anyone else was to do the laundry, they would inevitably put my pants in the dryer causing my pants to become capris, my capris to become shorts, and my shorts to become…well…
too short.

I don’t mind doing the laundry, in fact, I enjoy the way a pile of clothes fresh from the dryer smells of “spring breeze Bounce” and feels warm against my skin. If there’s something in the mix that needs ironing, it goes into a huge purple Tupperware container that sits on the floor in my office.

Behold the ironing pile.

Only it’s starting to resemble an ironing mountain now, because if you look near the top you’ll see some snow caps and a few recreational skiers. In fact, my iron mountain has grown so large that the FAA has informed me it will soon be getting it’s own airport.

The idea behind the iron pile, is that once the purple bucket is filled, I will rent a movie, break out the self steaming Rowenta iron my mother informed me is by far, worth it’s weight in gold, and watch TV while I iron. Sounds like a reasonable plan right?

Of course by the looks of things, I’ll be needing to rent a nice long mini series or something.

I admit the ironing can get ahead of me with moments. I've been known to find clothes in the laundry pile that the children have somehow outgrown. And those black pants that went missing a few months ago are sure to resurface again from the bottom of the bucket. (if I ever make it to the bottom that is).

I’ll be taking movie recommendations for this weeks ironing marathon.
If you are really good at doing laundry, please feel free to come on by and help a sister out.

I’ll supply the popcorn. -smile-

Questions...and answers

Tagged three times: hmmm.

Let’s consolidate.

Robin at Funky Bugs had some interview questions for me, and Melonie at Insanity Reigns, along with D. at Corporate Crapola hit me up with the music meme.


From Melonies And D’s tag:

1. Total volume of music files on my computer? I have no earthly idea.

2. The last CD I bought was?
I can’t remember? “Trick Pony”, I think .


3. What song is playing right now?
I’m not listening to anything except the rain outside. It’s really coming down!

4. Five songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me (in no particular order):
Five? Just five? You're asking me to choose just five? ha ha ha ha!
How about this.
I like music that makes me feel like dancing, or that I can really hear the individual components of the tune. Here's a few I can think of at the moment.
“ Pour Me” by Trick Pony, “No Such Thing” by John Mayer, Eminem, “I want my MTV”, Ricky Martin, classical piano, or Yo Yo Ma, “Step Daddy”, by Sammy Sam because it makes me laugh, “Sweet Home Alabama”, “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” by Big & Rich, More Country: Lonestar, Rascal Flats, Kenny Chesney, Garth Brooks, Shania Twain, …I could go on and on and on. I even like those meditative C.D.'s they play in the background while you're getting a massage that sound like water,birds, and flutes. There’s just no rhyme or reason to what I like.

5. Which 3 people are you passing this baton to, and why?

Sque because I always like the music she plays on her blog

J&J’s Mom, because I’m just curious, and she loves purple too.

Funky Bugs, because she cracks me up!
If you’ve already done this meme once, than don’t worry about it! I apologize for missing it.

And now for Robin’s Questions:


(1) Have you ever been in a fist fight?
Me? A fist fight? Oh heavens no, I’m far to non confrontational for that! Besides, I’d break a nail, or a bone, or hell,…let’s be honest…anyone could kick my butt!

(2) If you could slap any celebrity, which famous person would you choose and why?
That would be Jessica Simson! Hands down. Please somebody….make her stop!

(3) What was your favorite childhood toy?
Roller Skates. I lived at the Roller skating rink!

(4) If you could only spend $10 on a date night, what would you do?
10 dollars huh? Hmmm…knowing me I’d rent a movie, start to watch it…then get distracted by something, would never see the end of the movie….leave it on the player with the intention of watching the ending the next day…only to forget about it…find it a week later…return it late, and be forced to pay a $10 late fee.

(5) Where you a good kid, or a bad kid? Would your parents agree with you?
Mostly good. With secret intermittent periods of being good at being bad.
My parents would agree!

There you have it. I've done my duty. If you'd like some interview questions...let me know and i'll throw some your way.

I know how to dress myself...honest I do.

I’m just going to drop my son off at school this morning through the car pool line. No one will notice that I’m still damp from the shower, wet hair dripping down my back, and …oh…yes…here,…I’ll just throw on these ugly black penny loafers, with this white sweat shirt and maroon jogging pants, because they’re so easy to get on when I’m in a hurry, and gosh…we’re already few minutes late!

It’s not like anyone is going to see me this way…or even notice that I didn’t bother to put on socks with my shoes, because hey…I’ll be in the car right?

(5 minutes later in the car pool line, as the lower school principal courteously assists Little man open the car door).

Her: “Oh hi Mrs. Little Man, I don’t know if you remember or not, but this morning is our open portfolio viewing of the kids school work from this year? Everything is all set up in the classroom and the parents our invited to come in and take a look!

Me: “uh...(looking down at my irregular ensemble) …um…

Her: “I’m just reminding everyone, and don’t worry, ha ha ha…I’ve already sent a few parents in with near-pajama-like clothes on” she sais laughingly.


Alrighty then.

You can do this Suzanne. It’s your son’s hard work, sweat and tears on display in there and that’s far more important than your personal vanity isn’t it?

After parking the van, I pull down the sun visor for a quick glimpse in the mirror and a futile attempt to fluff my wet hair. I’d dab on a bit of face powder from my compact,…had I not left it in my purse back home, and If I pull the legs of my sweats down really low, it will cover up the sliver of glowing white ankle skin peaking out of these black, sockless shoes. Just suck it up girl and walk tall.
(Did I mention Little Man is Laughing at me?)

If Mrs. Lower School Principal sent any other parents into the building wearing “pajama-like” attire, they certainly went in and hid in a bathroom somewhere, because in my son’s classroom they were not. Oh no.

There were however, a dozen or so well dressed men and women sporting business suits, and coordinating footwear, oh-ing and ah-hing over their children’s accomplishments.

Breath in….Breath out.

Although my self confidence might have been waning just a bit, I’m nonetheless glad I went in. I got to see the beautiful picture of the Siamese cat Little Man painted, the poem he wrote about me explaining why he loved Holidays so much: (Because his Mom is a good ‘dekorater’), and the photograph of him holding an owl that was taken on their last fieldtrip to Oatland Island Wildlife Reserve.

I didn’t even flinch at the facial expressions on the parents around me who are accustomed to my appearance being a bit more pulled together. They just kind of giggled in a knowing fashion as to say… “Don’t worry honey, we’ve all been there before”.

It was great, and I’m glad that I got to see what he’s accomplished this last year!

Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go get dressed.

It's raining it's pouring, I'd rather be snoring

It rained so fast and furious this afternoon that the sewage drains struggled to remove the rainwater overflow in a timely fashion, causing our fair city to look more like a little Venice than Savannah. The streets flooded and automobiles sputtered as they choked through the streets ill equipped with accessories such as outboard motors and boat propellers. If you’re looking for a new business opportunity might I suggest manufacturing some sort of hybrid automoboat vehicle? I believe it would do well here, as we are ill equipped to handle downpours.

It was the perfect day to throw on a pair of comfy sweat pants, big droopy socks, and to curl up on the couch with a good self help book,… only as luck would have it, I have a job.

Jobs require you to show up and produce something of value, and clients tend to look down there noses at such relaxed attire as jogging suits. I opted instead for a more appropriate to-do, tobacco colored linen pants and a contrasting black cotton twin set and off I went.

I could recount my afternoon, but I’d rather not relive it again. It was only mildly amusing the first go-round so I’ll spare us all the details. It is safe to say however, that I indeed showed up, and produced something of value.

That leaves me with just a few updates for today.

1. The cat is still taking medicine for his upset digestive track. If you’ve never given a cat a pill, well now…there’s something you’ve been missing. Follow these instructions carefully and you’ll do just fine.

2. I am now wearing those sweat pants and big droopy socks, and while it has stopped raining, I am never the less…comfy, and on the couch.

3. While self help books are…um…helpful at best, I am going to read a few of my favorite blogs tonight instead. “Blog Ho” and “Go Fug Yourself” are not particularly therapeutic in nature, but they’re far more entertaining than reading about disorders and syndromes, so self help is scheduled for another evening.

4. I worked in the yard all day Sunday, and it once again looks like civilized folk live here. I mowed, weeded, edged, raked, fertilized, mulched, and pesticized my domestic little heart out.

5. The countdown begins for little man’s yearly summer journey to Belgium. I’ve got his passport renewed, and I’m practicing my “I’m not crying” routine, so I should have it down pat by the end of the month. I always miss him soooo much when he’s gone, it’s just not the same without my little man at home.

That’s a another post. Maybe for tomorrow.

I’ll never tell

Several times a day, I am overcome with inspiration. Something I see or hear can send my heart into a swell of emotion, oozing with recollection or remembrance.

What I haven’t yet decided is if this overpowering wash of sentiment is a blessing,
or a curse.

I’m more inclined to say a distraction, as sentiment can be debilitating with moments.

Isn’t it true that what you don’t know can’t hurt you?
That ignorance is bliss?
That if we lived each day in a shallow trench, life would be simple. Although, while we may not reach the stars soaring at that low altitude, nor would we crash so cruelly on the ground?

I’ve spent my entire life feeling like an old soul. Like everything had a deeper meaning, and it’s purpose was more than what met the eye. I believe in destiny. That everything happens for a reason, whether we know it or not at the time and that the key is in the acknowledgment that there is a lesson in all that presents itself.

The best way to grow as an individual is to find the lesson.

I’m always looking.

For the lesson...
For the beauty…
For the best in everyone…

Not to mention for my car keys…
For the grocery list I made before I left the house…
And for the newest location of cat barf on my carpet….as these are not the sort of things that should go undetected for long.

Searching is an inevitable part of our human existence, and it never stops.

Not with age, education, or financial independence.

I’m searching now, and feel quite vulnerable.

I won’t be pointing these vulnerabilities out to you, because then you would know I’m not perfect, and I can’t be having any of that!

If you don’t see my flaws directly, then rest assured I’m not going to help you find them.

I’d rather just be…

Another Diversion

I decided to do a survey today, because it's a wonderful way to divert my attention away from writing about poopie stuff.

I got it from Sharon who go it from Tinkamarink, who got it from....
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First Name: Suzanne

Were you named after anyone? Not that I’m aware of. My mother liked Suzanne Plachette at the time.

When was the last time you cried? yesterday

What is your favorite lunch meat? bacon. I love BLT's with extra Mayo.

What is your birth date? It’s in October

Would YOU be friends with you? I wish there were MORE friends like me!

Are you a daredevil? Me? Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. Nope.

Do looks matter? They certainly give people some sort of first impression. And while first impressions aren’t always correct, there is no denying them.

How do you release anger? Oh that’s easy. I slowly release it into my bloodstream until I am physically ill and in need of medical attention.

Where is your second home? In Tahiti.
Oh wait…You meant for real didn’t you?

Do you trust others easily? Why do you want to know?

What was your favorite toy as a child? My roller skates

Do you have a journal? Just this one.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Who me? Nah. *cough cough cough*

What are your nicknames? Now it’s “Baby”. In college it was “Mouse”. When I was little it was “Suzie” or “Suzibell”

Would you bungee jump? Are you crazy?

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? no, in fact I don't even untie them to put them on. I usually wear slip ons.

Do you think that you are strong? Sometimes

What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Ben & Jerry’s. I couldn’t possibly pick just one?

Shoe Size? 7

Red or pink? Both. Depends on my mood

Night owl or morning person? Probably morning

What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Jeans & white sandals

What are you listening to right now? The sound of the computer buzzing softly in the background.

Last thing you ate? Oriental Chicken Salad from Apple Bee’s.

If you were a color what would you be? Purple. Duh.

What is the weather like right now? Sunny & 85

Last person you talked to on the phone?John

What's your favorite refreshment? Sweet tea

Hair Color? Blackish brown

Eye Color? Amber/brown

Do you wear contacts? No



Favorite Food? Just one?? Not possible. Thai, Japanese, Mexican, to name a few!

Last Movie You Watched? Matchstick Men

Summer or Winter? Spring and Fall

Hugs OR Kisses? Hugs Hugs Hugs

What Is Your Favorite Dessert? Ice cream with gooey, chocolate brownies.

Living Arrangements? John, Little Man, Mister, cat, dog, and an eternal frog.
What Books Are You Reading? I’ve temporarily switched to reading blogs.

What Did You Watch Last night on TV? The Fight Club with Brad Pitt. I expected something really bad, but it was actually very good, brilliantly filmed with an unexpected twist at the end.

Favorite Sounds? The rustling of pampers when a baby toddles by, or little kids laughing

Do you believe in Evolution or Creation? Both. I believe we are created and then evolve as we grow older.

What's the furthest you've been from home? Hmm. Probably Brazil

-Sigh-

I’m having a hard time focusing today. My thoughts follow not a single red line, and are intermittently interrupted with reminders of everything I needed to accomplish today.

I have a hunch that if I sit down and try to write, one of two things will happen. Either I will make some coherent sense of it all leading to a plotted agenda complete with a time framed “to do” list,….or… everything will come out jumbled and by the end of my post you’ll be worrying about my sanity. (more so than usual that is)

My cat is recovering from an intestinal inflammation, caused from his escaping into the garage and eating pollen riddled pine droppings. On first examination the vet couldn’t find anything wrong with him other than an irritated digestive track that resulted in the vomiting. He gave him a shot to stop the nausea, said he would be better the next day, and if he wasn’t to bring him back in.

He’s still throwing up, but it’s better than before so I think I’ll just keep an eye on him and save my $100.

Work related issues are in the gazillions. There’s a lot to do this week, and I’m currently feeling overwhelmed.

I’ve got to call the doctor regarding Little Man. He’s been diagnosed, and I need more information on the medication they’ve prescribed. I’ve not decided yet as to whether or not I’ll get into his situation on the blog at least until I can sort things out, and work through my guilt on not recognizing his symptoms sooner.

I feel like such a schmuck for not discovering this sooner.
I think I’m reasonably smart…
I surf the net….
I READ.

How could I have missed the picture?
I plan to do better going forward, and have lots of reading to do on the subject to educate myself better on how to handle things.

It’s like I suspected. Much rambling occurred, and not much accomplished.
Maybe tomorrow.
I just don't have it in me tonight.

mothers day 

It's Good to be the Queen!

It was good to be a Mom yesterday. The weather was absolutely perfect…Little Man made every effort to ensure that I had a great day, and great it was!

So great in fact that I’d like to declare the rest of this week as “Mother’s Week”, that is if you wouldn’t mind too much.
Can we do that?.. hmmm.. please?

My day started with the delivery of fresh flowers, Pink and white tulips to be specific, and my personal favorite. The cat in his plight to kill all flowers house wide, proceeded to snap the tops off of a few of them before I caught him and relocated the vase to a higher position.

Then we got dressed and had brunch with my girlfriend and her family at the golf club. It’s always a pleasure not to have to cook, or clean the kitchen when everyone is done so that alone would have been a wonderful day. But nope. It didn’t stop there.

After eating we hit a few golf balls on the driving range, (seeings how we were right there and the balls were all piled up and ready to go). I haven’t magically improved since the last time I tried this, (go figure) and although fun…I won’t be quitting my day job any time soon.

Then it was off to the beach for a little while, followed by an ice cream at the Sugar Shack.

Little Man drew a lovely portrait of me in a card.

Now it’s Monday, and life has returned to the usual hustle and bustle. I wouldn’t mind a few more days of pampering and work free living but alas, the bills need paying, and the cat must go to the vet. He’s still not feeling well, so I’ve decided to call in a professional to see what ails him.

You suppose he ate a tulip?

Happy Mother's Day!

A quick post to wish my favorite Blog women a
Happy Mother’s Day!

Take it easy today, and know you belong to one of the most amazing groups of human beings alive.

Mothers!

Please go read this post over at Kismet: Random Bits of Serendipity! It's a beautiful mother's day wish and I couldn't have said it better!

She’s Alive

After three glorious days of whimpering and whining, I am once again up and ready to do something productive with my day.

Thanks to everyone who checked in on me while I was sick. It’s nice to know someone cares when you’re lying on the bathroom floor, marveling at the comforting effect of linoleum against a sweat ridden forehead.

My cat is having sympathy sickness, bless is furry heart. The carpet was dotted again with more of yesterdays mess. I suppose I’ll be taking him to the vet if his condition doesn’t improve. He really needs to stop eating the pollen filled wormy looking things that fall from pine trees and blow into the garage. They are a bugger to clean out of beige carpet and obviously don’t agree with his delicate digestive system.

It’s a toss up today as to whether or not I’m going to take the rest of my antibiotic supply. I’m not sure if the abdominal cramping and related pleasantries were caused by the Zithromax itself, or from another alien source. The side effects listed in the information leaflet mentioned
"some abdominal cramping and diarrhea may occur."

It mentioned nothing however, about profuse sweating, salivating spit glands, and the humbling need to lay curled up on horizontal surfaces, writhing in horrific pain.

Hmmm. Risk relapse from not finishing antibiotic? ..or…risk another 24 hours locked in the bathroom? You see my predicament here.

Bad news…it’s raining outside.
Good news…it’s Friday.
Have a great one!