Isabella, a yellow Lab at the Safari Zoological Park, east of Caney, Kan. nurses three white tiger cubs she adopted after they were abandoned by their mother at the park. The cubs were born on July 27, 2008.
when I tell you that I read an email update, and for the first few glances, really thought the name on it was 'Flaming George.' (To the point that I tried to figure out how they got the name... Is it tongue-in-cheek? Is his name George? That's pretty orig-) Oh... Wait... It's Gorge.
when you admit that you wondered what that 'flashing light' was while you slept, cause, yes... I was taking pictures of the cats eating. Side. By. Side. I have accomplished all I was set out to in this life.
We say things like 'madly' and 'nibble' and 'smooch.' We try to keep the 'frowning hour' rule, when possible. (And, have even amended it to the 'frowning half-hour' rule.) We have sent Muffin on a cruise, gotten love marks from Phoebe and let Moxy snuggle with our feet. We have been to Puerto Rico and Columbus, Brunswick and Willoughby, Mentor and Detroit. We have shared the magic blue v-neck and Napoleon. We have watched countless movies, and played countless rounds of Cash Cab. We have ridden our bikes to work and back, (hello, rainstorm!) played LOTS of volleyball, and played soccer (sorry, I can't help but mention it.) You have taught me Pinochle and showed me how to do gesture drawings. You've encouraged me to apply myself at work, and to enroll in school again. You've shown me that it's possible to have a completely open, honest and happy relationship.
You make me a better girl.
Thank you, LOML. :)
All the matter in the world is how much I like you.
So, you'd think I'd have some kind of advantage in Pinochle. I won the first game we played, I am a lucky, lucky girl... And, yet, nada. I actually lost not one, not two, but ALL GAMES we played. But, you never know. I will probably win the next game we play. I'm an optimist. I get it from Carrie. Thanks, uber. :)
It has been pointed out to the Suze that a lot of lines lately have been 'borrowed' from people, who aren't getting proper credit here. We are heartily sorry for having offended thee... blabbity blah... blabbity blabbity blah. So, to make amends, we are going to include wonderful, terrific pieces of these people here, for all of you to enjoy!!!!
This is Mickey. He is responsible for the 'Breech Baby' song, and for the Trapper Keeper comment from last night. He is a righteous dude, who looks freakishly like Mike (another Mike-Alike, I know...)
Things that the LOML has expanded my globey-thing to include in the past (three days shy of) seven months:
Crunchy Stuft Burritos (good one, babe)
Soccer (whoops -- you didn't need two ankles)
phoebe's 'love marks'
dancing (no, I still don't use arms, thank you)
carpooling to work
painting/drawing (we haven't done much of this lately -- we should this weekend)
and a million other things that my lunch half-hour (minus the trip to Taco Bell) hasn't allowed me to type yet. (Stay tuned)
All my life, I've gotten the same thing from Taco Bell... crunchy tacos. Regular, old crunchy tacos. And, don't misunderstand. They're my FAVORITE EVER fast food. But, I just tried a bite of a Grilled Stuft Burrito, and I can fill you all in.......... They are WONDERFUL. Cheesey, a little crunchy, a little meaty. Delicious. Thanks, LOML!
I played my first game of pinochle last night, and while I had the best teachers in the world, and much credit must go to them (thanks LOML and Mickey), I'd like to humbly say that I ROCK AT PINOCHLE! I won the very first game I played (practice games don't count, right???) and had a blast. We're playing again tonight, and I think we may have a brand new addiction on our hands, ladies and gentlemen. Ah, the melding, the bidding, the tricks. Oh, My!
All this Trapper Keeper talk has gotten me thinking. I wish I were still in school. (I know, I'm supposed to look into this before fall semester starts, thanks LOML.) I still get all adrenaline-y when I think about stocking up on new school supplies. New notebooks, new gel pens, new highlighters. Something about that aisle in the store brings me back to the first day of school, every year for the first twenty years of my life. I even have 'office supplies' that I buy myself, like little hand-sized notebooks and the fame navy gel pens. So, on a mission to NEED school supplies, I will be researching the application process for online colleges. I have 23 classes left at the college I currently go to, but that degree is very management-based, and anyone who knows me, understands that I am not a manager. I hate giving feedback and criticsm, and do much better when given a project to figure out on my own. I'll update you on my progress. :)
I can't find this on Snopes, but it makes my eyes water just to watch.
Hasnah Mohamed Meselmani, a 12 year-old Lebanese girl has baffled medical experts by producing crystals from her eyes. Coming at a rate of seven a day, the crystals are razor sharp, but do not harm her eyes.
Every day just after lunchtime, I'm reminded that the entire human race should really take an afternoon nap. Oddly, every morning, I'm reminded that the human race shouldn't have to wake up, and should, instead, get to sleep in every day until the body wants to wake up. (Almost a constant vacation-state.) This reminds me that we leave for Atwood a week from Sunday. So, I've resolved to nap every day while we're on vacation. Sitting in the sun, drinking at 11:00 AM (before 11AM would just be irresponsible, people), napping, swimming, boating, eating food that can't at all be healthy. Dear readers, I fear that I will not be able to update my blog, since the internet connection at Atwood is actually WIRED - WITH PHONE CORD. I don't even know how to do that anymore. But, alas, all will be fine. Most of you (yes, mom and Karen, I'm referring to the two of you) will be with me at the lake, and Carrie, well.... you live in North Carolina. Enjoy the weather for a few quiet days without my rants. :)
And, until then, please comment on your favorite vacation spots. Commence comments nowly! :)
'My computer died... Sad... I went to the mac store and had to make an appointment. When I told her about the file with the ? She made a bad face and asked me if everything was backed up.'
His name is Chilli and he's described as a gentle giant. His owners have contacted the Guinness Book of Records who are currently assessing his credentials and comparing them to other big bovines. The black and white Friesian bullock weighs well over a ton and is the same height as a small elephant.
The heifer, who is almost as high as he is long, lives at the Ferne Animal Sanctuary in Chard, Somerset, England, after he was left on their doorstep aged just six-days-old. Nine years on, Chilli has kept on growing, and staff believe the giant will smash a record for Britain's tallest ever cow.
Yesterday, I told you about the fuzzy intruder, better known as Moxy. She is famed for playing with plastic bottle caps, and will find them even where none exist. She has also learned a new trick. She knocks over empty water bottles on the bedside table. She is clever, and waits until about 3am, when you're completely asleep, and probably have to pee, but aren't aware of it yet, and maybe are sweating a bit cause the blanket's a warm one. So, when you hear the 'ka-klunk-klunk-lunk' noise, you must get up, hide said bottle, then walk downstairs to the bathroom and empty your bladder. Crawl back into bed, but leave the cover off this time... Eventually, you fall back to sleep until about 5am, when she finds the large plastic ring you let her play with from the new tub of litter (we're talking HUGE, like the size of a large man's belt) so THAT's a good noise. Once again, you walk downstairs to confiscate said item, but now the kitties would like to eat. (Of course, silly hooman, it's always time to eat.) Then, after about half an hour, Muffin knocks her hut off the shelf of her front porch, (I'll share the story of Muffin and her movable town in an upcoming post) so I walk back downstairs to put it back, and remove the roof from said front porch so she has a little more room. Back upstairs, back into bed... now it's really too warm in the room. Get up, turn the thermostat down one degree, wait for it to cool off and get under the cover. Then, the strangest thing happens... I FELL SOUND ASLEEP! Slept like a baby for the remaining forty or so minutes before the alarms went off. And, let me tell you, that was the best sleep I've had in ages. So I snoozed an extra half hour or so, and went to work with dog hair. Oh, the sacrifices I make for fifteen minutes of snoozin.
As an aside, it's amazing how in those unrestful hours you can have the most vivid dreams. We were trying on clothes in the mall, when we decided to swim in the pool behind the dressing rooms. Cause, that's where the best pools are.
She looks innocent, doesn't she? She looks like the kind of cat who would curl up next to you and purr, and just want lovings. And, most of the time this is the case. But, when you open the linen closet in the bathroom, watch out. She turns into Cirque De Soleil-Kitty, and will use you to mount acrobatic feats of wonderment. The LOML already knows this, having a few Phoebe scars on her back and shoulders. Now, the Suze also has one. A great big scar, mid-back, to show off to all the other kitties. Thanks, Phoebe! :)
Carrie, your support helped us win two of our three games last night. The wind may have played a part as well, since the team on the lake side had a clear advantage. Hard to hit the ball over the net, with 45 mph winds and sand coming at you. Plus, we had the LOML there to cheer us on. (Thanks, Karen). Brings our record to 2-4. Not bad, guys! Way to go!!!!!
Today the clouds are that wonderful squishy type that make you think you could sit on them, and it's cooler than it's been lately. Kind of a nice change from the 90* heat. (Yes, carrie, I just used an asterisk as a degree symbol; sue me.) I slept quite well, aside from the intruder that made her way into our room - a small fuzzy thief who likes to knock things over and nibble on toes and ankle bracelets. The best part is when she bites Karen's foot, because it happens while Karen's dreaming about her father putting a caterpillar into her hand, and it causes K to sit almost straight up, gasping loudly, and scares the flippin' crap out of both of us. The fuzzy intruder then thinks that it's now time to get up and feed kitties (foolish humans, any time is a good time for wet food...) and proceeds to attack any exposed skin on both of us. (Imagine mildly annoyed Suze saying something like 'Seriously?... Come on!' to the cat, who couldn't care less that the Suze is mildly annoyed.)
I think I'll try nibbling on the fuzzy intruder's paws as she naps this evening. I figure she'll enjoy it, and my plans to retaliate will be thwarted, as most of my plans are.
I took a photo and ran it through something called the Face Transformer that created a manga cartoon version of myself. It's me, but it's not really me. That's kind of how it feels to be online.
There's Modigliani options
So, we've been biking and playing beach volleyball and being much more fit and active than SusanLand has ever been. Optimistic, I sign up for our Corporate Challenge soccer tournament (in reality, I was signed-up in absentia, but we'll let that slide...) I approached Tuesday's practice with some trepidation (thank you, thunderstorm gods, I owe you one...) but by yesterday, I was pretty confident and optimistic. Everything seemed fine, 'Let's start out with some passing.' Then we learned to 'field' the ball, which sounds relaxing and all, but is actually letting the ball hit you in the chest, head, thigh or somewhere else a ball shouldn't hit. And, then the part that really solidified my love of the game... Constant running. We start out doing suicides (apt name, namers... well done.) running back and forth on the field until we're warmed up. (Did I mention that I was completely drenched from head to toe? Warmed up - vast understatement.) I am not a happy girl at this point, frowning and dripping on everyone. And then the strangest thing happened... We started playing a little mock game, and it was fun. Actual, real, athletic-y fun. I am not good, do not be fooled by the sudden change in tone. I am awful, but I am a female body on the field, which they needed, and I will do my best to smile as I wince on Sunday.
As a side note, the feeling after your muscles relax is a bonus treat. Oh, and morning muscles... priceless.
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Not listed, but still a fave of mine: http://playlist.com/. Create a playlist to listen to at your desk, or to post to MySpace or your blog.
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What is it? Shit Box is a lightweight portable cardboard toilet, made specifically for outdoor use. The box pops up from a convenient 14 inch flat pack to a rigid, reusable, comfortable toilet. Each box comes with ten degradable poo bags.
So, can we talk about the vending machine for a moment?
Our work beverage dispenser has only one option for Diet Coke, beverage of the gods. There are about thirteen choices for pepsi, diet pepsi, etc... But, one for DC. It is empty today, and I am trying to enjoy a dp (It does not warrant caps). I have had it open for approximately ten minutes, and it is already flat. Who drinks this, and are they: a) allergic to carbonation? b) drinking the entire can in two minutes? c) completely oblivious? Please advise.
We have started biking, and after a trip to the West Side Market and then a trip to work, I feel like a professional biker. We're pondering riding to the Cleveland Clinic (which I just mapquested, and is about 6 miles away...) How long do you think it takes a body to get used to biking? ;)