I miss having a dog at Christmas...

Ah, dogs at Christmas.

Martin J Dog was not really a problem, he was disinterested really. He was never a "good" dog, just sorta lazy. I like that in a beast.

Then there was the tinsel eater, Walter. Man, nothing says Christmas like a dog with tinsel hanging outta his butt.

But my all time favorite Christmas Pooch story was Jessie. Please understand, I HATED that dog! (This random quote comes to mind... no clue why.)
"You stupid, worthless, no-good, Geedee free-loading son-of-a-b!tch. Retarded, big-mouth, know-it-all, a-hole jerk.
'You forgot ugly, lazy, and disrespectful.'
Shut-up b!tch. Go fix me a turkey pot-pie."
(Quick, what movie...?)
Jessie "stalked" the tree. Crouched down low, head hung, eyes averted, he would circle the tree endlessly. He was so dim you could tell it was new to him at each turn. Duuuh!
Good times, good times.

Bite Me!

The Guys vs the Girls 2nd Annual Gingerbread House Building Contest

The Girls make an esthetically pleasing cookie home

The Guys make rude, crude ugly frosting covered messes.

(They won last year!)

The question is, do they have flying monkeys?

http://www.scifi.com/tinman/

This looks amazing! I'm all a'twitter...

This Sunday, Monday and Tuesday night at 9:00pm on the Sci Fi Channel.

(It stars Zooey Deschanel from Hitchhiker's Guide and that creepy guy from Circle of Friends, Alan Cumming, (ewww).

The Days The Nights in Concert

The boys are back! Come support them this Friday Night, November 30th! This an all ages venue so all can attend.

There will be several VIPs present, so let's show them how much we love our band "The Days The Nights", (formerly "Mirrors")

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Cessna 150

Thought you felt stuffed after Turkey Day? Here's something to chew on...

A man ate a Cessna 150.

Yes, that’s an airplane. And the guy who ate it is a French dude named Michel Lotito, who goes by Monsieur Mangetout (French for “Mr. Eats Everything.” See what he did there?). I've seen this moron consume a bicycle.

Lotito engaged in the stunt to earn a place in Guinness World Records (his actual record is for Most Unusual Diet: two pounds of metal per day), but his iron stomach’s downed a lot more than just a plane. He’s also the proud eater of 18 bicycles, a bunch of TVs, a wooden coffin, and several supermarket shopping carts. Not to mention all the lightbulbs, razor blades, and other knickknacks he’s downed on variety shows.

Looking for a reason why you shouldn’t try this at home (or with your home)? Well, Lotito’s got a natural advantage because his stomach lining is twice as thick as a normal person’s.

Thank you and have a good day!

It's Begun!!!!

Jim has already started hanging lights! Good grief, it's November 20th! He intends to really go nuts, (cause hanging 'em today isn't nuts enough) on the day after Thanksgiving. He only put white lights around the deck and I must admit, it's really pretty.
Still...

Give me S'More

Bring your stick, your long forkie thing, your bended wire coat hanger and you, friends and neighbors, are welcome to roast your 'shmellows or weinies (that's what she said) on Susie Q.

Seriously, the blasted meds for the hotflashes aren't working yet and I am going bonkers! It's been 2 1/2 weeks but the doc said I should be feeling mighty good in less than 2 weeks!

Alas, I may just be stuck with this insanity for quite some time.

Anywho, if you want to roast afore mentioned roatsy stuff, you know where I live.

Princess Heaven Baby!

Just one of the awesome sets

Belle with the "Dinner Parade"

Good times were had by all as Jim and I took Lauren to the Disney's Princesses on Ice. She was soooo excited! It was cheese factor 1000 for the adults, but it was JUST right for the little girls in attendance. The skating was quite good and the sets were fantastic! Lauren and I decided Sleeping Beauty's costume was the prettiest, (think Barbie) and the Under the Sea with Ariel was the best over all.

Audrey and Sarah are set to go on Sunday, I've warned Sarah that a princess dress would be best, I felt bad for Lauren. As we waited in line it became apparent that dressing for the show was a big part of it. She was very disappointed until Jim and I bought her a flashing crown. (Jim had to have her turn it off while driving home, he said he kept thinking there was a cop behind him, tee, hee!)

Now we have to think of something fabulous to take Hayden for his birthday. Ideas?

Watch Out For Cougars, They Bite!

You know just when we think the new Cougar, (RV Trailer) is going to be the santuary Jim and I envisioned, the place of peace and good times, it bites you right in the hindend!
We just picked it up from the dealer for some fix-it repairs and took it out this weekend. We're in Corvallis (to see OSU kick Standfords butt) and Jim went to empty the tanks. No big deal. Only he finds the handle to release the galley (kitchen) waste tank is missing. You read that right, it's MISSING!
Now we used the rig several times and it was there, I can assure you. But it has vanished! Some dykey chick at the trailer place was futtsing around with the tanks, (we had some problems with the toilet draining too slowly). She emptied all the tanks and played around some, (really not sure what she did) and apparently removed the tank release for the kitchen area. Why? Cause she's a dykey chick with a man problem? Who the he!! knows...
What does this mean you may ask, or you may not, cause I'm sure this post is right up there with THE MOST BORING to date, but I don't give a frig, cause I'm pissed.
It means he had to lay on his back in the freezing cold and using a vise grip, managed to relaese the bastard.
But here's the real problem, Jim is trying to be mellow out, the doctors are concerned. He is under too much stress and his blood pressure is not great. He's just been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes and frankly we, his loved ones, are kinda worried.
So anywho, send some good thoughts his way and watch out for Cougars, they bite!

Across the Universe, yeah baby!

I can't wait to see this!

Frankly anything Beatles works for me, but when I saw the trailer for this, I had to clench the ol' butt cheeks! Twas too, too exciting!

We're hoping to see it tonight, but this weekend for sure.

I'll let you know how if it lives up to my expectations...

Seems having "no uterus" isn't enough, I have to go on hormone therapy too.

(How do you make a hormone? You don't pay her...(((yuck, yuck, yuck))))

But seriously folks, it's outta control. Every hour or so my lips get numb, I feel like I've just had a mild shock, then the lava begins, slowly until I am a sweating mess. I've been having these suckers for years, but lately it's just too much. After the heat sets in I get a blinding headache. I can handle it during the day, but at night I'm up every hour then struggling to get back to sleep with a flipping headache. But here's the really fun part....if I don't wake up right away and get all the covers off, I wake up with a raging case of hives! For years I didn't know they were related, but after my doc appointment today it's highly likely. Have you ever had hives? Good grief! Giant welts all over and they itch like nobody's business! Sorry for the rant, but I'm hot and I have a headache!
So how 'bout them Dodgers...?

Happy Trails to You...

Intro-ducing the new and improved Mac-Trailer! Yes friends and neighbors, we have stepped it up and purchased a new trailer.

This was a VERY impulse buying kinda thing, but after the initial panic attacks and the what the hells?, we are at peace with it. (Well, Jim is and I am getting there...)

Jim and I had a FABULOUS time at the RV show and saw this puppy and just had to take it home.

Tis a thing of beauty. We REALLY wanted a permenant bed and a comfortable place to sit, neither of which we had in the little trailer. This guy has a sweet kitchen area, a slideout with a couch and a bed that is always made. The shower is nearly as big as ours at home and the salesdude threw in an electric tow crank. (Jim was practically swooning, he HATED the manual one, think money grinder...)

Anywho, we will be trying her out next weekend when we head to Corvallis for the next OSU (go beavs!) home game.

Oh, by the way, the trailer is a Keystone Cougar. I can't wait to hear what name Jim will christen it with. You know what I'm talking about!

Yeah Baby!

Mirrors at the Ash Street Saloon, Thursday, September 6th at 6:00pm

A rep from Mercury records is flying in from NYC to check them out (thus the early time, they will be playing before the already scheduled show)

Come one, come all! Jim and I will be there for sure!

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Happy 30th Wedding Anniversary Steebur!

I love you more everyday, how did I get to be so lucky?

God is good!

Q

They injected what into your face?

Yes friends and neighbors, here is just one of the sad freaks walking this earth with her ass in her face. That's right, she paid good money to have her ass fat injected into her cheeks and lips. That's really all I have for today, have a good day.

Sue's 5 Favorite "Desert Island" Movies

Racing With the Moon - Sean Penn, Elizabeth McGovern and Nicholas Cage. Sweet movie about two young men the month before they head off to fight the "Japs" during WWII. Penn and McGovern were actually engaged during the making of the film which makes the love story nicley believable. I just love me a good love story!

The Big Chill - Terrific ensemble cast (before it was in fashion...) It's always fun to tell people Kevin Costner is the dead guy. The music is wonderful and the story is fun. I especially love Willim Hurt's cokehead character and the pot sequence is genius. Glenn Close usually freaks me out, (you know what I mean... there's always the question is she a guy?) but her coked out bedroom scene is hysterical!

Check out "The Big Chill in 30 seconds, re- enacted by Bunnies"

http://www.angryalien.com/0905/bigchillbuns.asp

Love Actually - Another fabulous ensemble flick with Hugh Grant, Emma Thompson, Liam Neeson, Laura Linney, Keira Knightley and my favorite, Bill Nighy. It's so tender and funny. I cry myself sick at the part where Emma Thompson's character finds out her hubby is unfaithful. Really hard to watch cause I think about how she KNEW what that was like since her scum bastard husband, Kenneth Branagh cheated on her after YEARS of marriage. ((shudder)) I adore the kid learning to play drums, (Drums are my life!) and the couple who act as stand-ins in porno films, hysterical everyday dialogue between them as they pretend to grind it out!

Bye, Bye Birdie - Major guilty pleasure here. I love this stuff!!! Ann- Margaret, Bobby Rydell, Dick Van Dyke, Janet Leigh, Paul Lynde and Maureen Stapleton. SO GOOD!

The telephone song...

-Hi, Nancy!

-Hi, Helen!

-What's the story, morning glory? What's tale, nightingale?

-Tell me quick about Hugo and Kim!

-Hi, Margie!

-Hi, Alice!

-What's the story, morning glory? What's the word, humming bird?

-Have you heard about Hugo and Kim?

-Did they really get pinned? Did she kiss him and cry? Did he pin the pin on? Or was he too shy?

-Well, I heard they got pinned

-Yeah! Yeah! I was hopin' they would!

- Oho! Now they're livin' at last, Goin' steady for good!

-Hello, Mister Henkel, this is Harvey Johnson, Can I speak to Penelope Ann?

-Is it true about Kim?

-Penelope!

-I just knew it somehow

-About the ball...

-I must call her right up!

-Saturday

-I can't talk to you now! Goin' steady, You know it Goin' steady, Man, it's crazy, man! Goin' steady, You know it,

-It won't last!

-Not at all!

-He's too thin!

-She's too tall!

-Hello, Missus Miller, this is Harvey Johnson, Can I speak to Debra Sue?, etc...

And last but not least

Fargo - Heck anything by the Coen brothers is worth a watch, but this one is especially odd and wonderful. I love the pregnant cop SOOO much! The North Dakota accents are a scream. (Go Bears!) Stars William H. Macy, Frances McDormand and Steve Buscemi. Really what's not to love?

Spamalot

SPAMALOT! It's coming to Portland !
August 21st - August 26th

Jim and I will see it on the 23rd. We've had season tickets with Brodaway Across America for a couple of years now and I tell you it is money well spent. (Hope we can continue for many more years)
We've enjoyed "Mama Mia", (our favorite so far), "Peter Pan", (with Kathy Rigby, it kicked ass!), "Lion King", (amazing!), "Sweet Charity", (with Molly Ringwold, (HORRIBLE!, the only one we hated) , "Hairspray", (wonderful!), "The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee", (a really nice surprise, and absolutely hysterical!), "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels", (a genuine giggle), to name a few.

Why do I taunt you with this? I just read Kara's latest blog, (Subject: Her defective "O", ((snort, snicker)) and her sister responded with this FABULOUS bit from Mony Python's Holy Grail.

It doth me well, good sirs, I shall enjoyeth this goodly farce in thy absence...

BROTHER: And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying,'O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade that with it thou mayest blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu--

MAYNARD: Skip a bit, Brother.

BROTHER: And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'

Amen.

Oh my goodness, oh my goodness...

And I quote,

"Burning Man is an annual experiment in temporary community dedicated to radical self-expression and radical self-reliance"

HUH?

Preps are under way, drugs are being stowed, flamboyant costumes are hung and ready to pack. I mean, really,the excitement is palpable!

This year's Burning Man is set to begin soon. From August 29th through September 3rd, the desert outside Black Rock City is tranformed into, um, how can I put this?... A FREAKING FREAK SHOW!

OH MY CHEESE!

Past themes have included Fertility; Time; Hell; Outer Space; The Body; The Floating World; Beyond Belief; the Vault of Heaven; Psyche; and Hope and Fear. The theme for 2007 is The Green Man.

MOTHER OF PEARL!

Again I quote, (cause frankly I have no words)

"Burning Man must endure as a self-supporting enterprise that is capable of sustaining the lives of those who dedicate themselves to its work. From this devotion spring those duties that we owe to

one another. We will always burn the Man."

They burn the "Man" the night before Labor Day, so if you haven't purchased your tickets, well you better get on it.

WOW!

She's No Paris!

Does she look a tad familiar? Well she outta! That's Danica something or as you may know her, little Winnie from The Wonder Years! Isn't she adorable?

Okay, she is smokin', but the fun thing here is, she's standing on the red carpet to promote her BOOK. (Are you listening Paris and Lindsay, the chick wrote a book...you know the squarish thing you step on to reach your stash...) And get this... it's called "Math Doesn't Suck". It's to encourage young women to think beyond stereotypes and "get" into math.

Lindsay and Paris (and any other ho-bag, druggy, losers getting all the press) snort your dope, drink your 12th drink, barf your way to thin, whatever pathetic thing you're doing at present to "party", and we will look, cause you are the train wrecks we can't help but gawk at, but you know folks? What does that say about us? There's no real press for anything good anymore, and frankly we don't really care to follow it even if there was.

Damm, now I'm depressed... Maybe I'll click on "The Girls Next Door", the nifty reality show about Heff's (that would be Hugh) 3, (THREE) girls living with him in the Playboy Mansion.

Oh Lord, we are doomed...

I may not understand it, but I LOVE this show!

John From Cinncinnati, HBO series

Jim and I have just finished the seventh episode of this new series on HBO and we are completely hooked! James has watched several as well and he's as confused and intrigued as we are.

I introduce you to John, (definately NOT from Cincinnati) Butchie, the druggie ex-pro-surfer, his mother, Cissy, the foulest-mouthed, messed up gal, positively tweaking with rage, the head of the family, Mitch, another ex-pro-surfer, (you guessed it, lots of surfing...yeah baby!) and their grandson and Butchie's son, Shaun, quiet and sweet, he's an up and coming, just about to be signed, surfer. That's the main cast, but as with any really good show on TV nowadays, it's the secondary cast that keeps it interesting. Here they are... (some very familiar faces huh?)

Anywho, I'm so sick of trying to format this post, the damn pictures keep disappearing and shifting.

Mmmm, it is a weird show, perhaps even the post should be. Just a thought...

Cheese!

I'm a gonna slice me some sharp chedda', who wants some?

Baseball Been Verdy Verdy Good to Me...

MY, (they are mine I tell you!) Los Angeles Angels continue to hold 1st place in their division! They are 2 games in 1st and have been for some time now.
The great part of the drama is, (and for those who follow a sport with love and a tiny bit of lunacy, it truly is drama) the team in 2nd is my second favorite team in the world, the good ol' Mariners!
It's a win, win situation for Susie Q!
Then to make this an even better season, the Cubbies are only 3 or so games out of first in their division, and the Padres (our very own Portland Beavers are their farm team) are doing very nicely in their division, basically tied with the stinkin', nasty Dodgers. (Okay, THEY just piss me off)
Anywho, I'm loving this whole dealio. Can you imagine a Padres/Angels or Cubbies/Angels or (swooning a bit here), Mariners/Angels World Series?
I feel faint...

Haley's a Big Girl Now!

Our own little Haley, aka Hopper, has officially gone big time!
Last night she purchased her very own amazing camera, cashing in her pay checks and graduation money. It is "really sumpin".

It was an emotional moment for all of us! I kept thinking, "I must remember this moment in time, it is important".

The wildflowers were shot in Seattle at the Olympic Park and the tootsies belong to Charlotte. (I have trouble not biting them... wiggling my fingers ala the "Shlee of A" or Ashley for those not quite in the loop of Mac-weirdness)

Haley has had the dream of becoming a professional photographer for some time now and the family can attest to the fact that she has "the eye". Jim and Sarah have it too, but Haley is the first to really feel compelled to pursue the gift beyond everyday picture taking.

I always thought Sarah might, heck she still might, she certainly has what it takes. I can only say thank you to her and Jim for setting the bar so high, Haley is reaping the benefits.

I'm a mighty proud mama. I have the BEST children in the world!
Sarah is the most beautiful prego, (don't you think?) and we all know she and Josh produce GORGEOUS children, in addition she is easily one of the funniest persons I know.
Emily is THE most caring, sensitive being I've had the privledge to have in my life, she and Jon make some mighty fine kids themselves, (Molly said "Hi Sue-Sue, I love you!" to me on the phone this very morning. I know, I know... brilliant child! (Em also has the most stunning hair, I'm only a tiny bit jealous, grrrrr!)
James is the most talented drummer/musician in the world. There I said it and I mean it! ((((Pbbbbllllll)))) He is also one of the kindest souls I've ever met. I also adore his "gal" Ashley.

So you see, life is good. Did I happen to mention how much I love my hubby Jim? Yep, that's me, blessed beyond measure. (((AAAhhhhh...)))

I Watched Kate Kick!

I finally got to feel "Baby Chilcott" kick. Okay, that's not entirely true, I actually SAW her move. Good stuff I tell you!

Sarah was laying on the couch and whispered for Haley and I to come quickly. We watched in awe as the little miracle wiggled around in Sarah's tummy. But I must say, she is already a little ratfink; stopped kicking the instant I tried to FEEL her kicking!
I've had four babies of my own and witnessed countless pregnancies, but honestly it continues to blow my mind. Seriously how can you not recognize God when you experience that?

And you know what? I kinda wish I could feel that for myself again. (((sigh)))

Her Name is Alice

I am so excited! Honestly, in all the years Moose (aka James) has been producing music with a variety of bands, this one, Mirrors, is THE one!!!!!

http://www.myspace.com/mirrorsband

I am listening to "Her Name is Alice" and I find myself near tears. Am I pathetic? Okay, maybe a tad. But you must understand, James has been involved in some amazing bands in the past and I always KNEW he would make something happen. But there is a maturity about this band, Mirrors, that is different.

Anywho, if you haven't heard them, NOW IS THE TIME!

They are playing 3 shows soon. The one Jim and I will attend is at the Ash Street Saloon, but Sarah, Haley and others will hit the Satyricon gig. The Tonic Lounge is an option, but it will be their first live show, so the band is not too quick to promote that one.

Mirrors is currently #32 on the Daily Chorus top 40 unsigned bands list. Good God! You must read the review, dammit, I'm teary again...

Happy Birthday Moose!

What a Rip!

So Hopper, (aka Haley) Jim and I headed out to Best Buy yesterday to see about getting her 6 month old camera repaired. We gave it to her at Christmas. The L.E.D. panel died a short time ago and then while we were in "Wibbey", or Whidbey Island for those that insist on proper names, the whole thing just stopped working. Very frustrating.
But we bought it at Best Buy and seeing as it is a new camera we assumed a repair would be reasonable, possibly covered under the warranty.
What maddness! To think such utter nonsense! Silly us.
NOTHING is covered and to repair it would actually cost nearly as much as the camera itself. The best part of the conversation with the "Geek Squad" (and... may I say DAMN, they really are geeks) was we were told if we got it repaired the WARRANTY WOULD NO LONGER BE GOOD. What?
Anywho, no camera for Hopper. 'Tis a sad, sad Hopper.

See Spot run. Run Spot run. Spot! Stop humping the cat!

Remedial reading you ask?
What does that have to do with the price of beans? What is she talkin' 'bout?
Well I'll tell ya. I just got caught reading a LARGE PRINT book, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout sucka. (Good grief, no more gangsta talk, I promise)
The other day Jon picked up the book I'm reading, and right there on the spine, in humungus print, it says LARGE PRINT. Jon just sorta gives me a look. Something between a, "Oh God this is funny" and "Oh God, you poor thing." Twas not a nice look.
So the secret is out. Susie Q reads LARGE PRINT books now. My mom did too, so there. But seriously folks, it's been a while since I'd really gotten into a book and I was thinking, what's up with that? I love reading. I read the paper and do a Bible study every morning, do the crossword everday, and read the awesome blogs of my friends and family. Yet it had been far too long since I'd immersed myself in a good book and it was kinda sad.
Then, Jim and I went to the new Hillsboro Library in Dawson Creek. First may I say, if you haven't gone, by all means get your sorry a$$e$ there pronto, 'tis a thing a beauty! Anywho, I'm strolling along, just loving the whole experience, books everywhere, it's magical. Hunted down Papa's books, (I love doing that, and yes, "Elsa" is there, but not "Diesel Death", he promises to rectify that soon), and I stumble upon "The Difference Between You and Me" by Kathleen DeMarco. I cracked it open to read a few lines of dialogue, THE most telling part of a book and the best way to decide if it's a keeper, and realized the print was massive, AND I could READ it!
Now I'm not saying I can't read smaller print, but it gives me a headache. Reading glasses just make me a tiny bit sick and don't really help that much. It's not a matter of focus really, oh I don't know. But since then, I've read several books and I'm as happy as a clam. (Such an odd saying, what makes a clam happy? But, I digress...)
So make fun of me all you want, (and you know you will) I am back reading novels again and I'm just tickled pink.

I Have a Zombie in My Bedroom!

I admit, it is my own doing. I medicated Jim into a coma. In my defense, he was useless anyway, the allergies had turned him into a snotty, red eyed, cranky pain in the butt. I am a horrible person with zero compassion, I know that's what you're thinking! But you know the real Jim, funny, kind, cute. Not the "Allergy Jim", oh no, this is a different beast all together.

He had taken, not one, not two, but three alegras yesterday, utterly useless! He drove a million miles, (from around 9 am until after 5pm, from King City to Astoria to Clakskanie and back...) and I was worried he'd crash into a tree or "sumpin"! Seriously!

So when we got home from church last night, I insisted he try a benadril or two. He took two. He fell asleep at 10pm, and I had to wake him at 9:30 this morning!

But the crap worked! He was, albeit fuzzy, a nice guy again! So I gave him two more this morning! Thank God he doesn't HAVE to work today, cause it's out of the question! He just woke up again (it's 1pm) and walked by, his hair sticking straight up, groggy, but JIM! He looked at me and muttered,"Don't squeeze the Charmin" and just kept walking. I laughed for 5 minutes!

I Can't Jump Rope!

I know what you're thinking, why on earth would a 50 year old woman even WANT to jump rope? Fair question, it does boggle the mind a bit. But I found myself still looking for something to do after a quick workout this morning and saw the jump rope just sitting there taunting me. I knew I could DO it, it just wouldn't be pretty.
Well, it wasn't! I promise to never do it again. Things were just a' jigglin. Sad day.

The U-Haul Experience

Ah the fragrance, the amibiance, the purr of the motor, the hum of the radio...
yeah not in the piece we rented to move the "Shley of the A" and "the Moose" to their new digs. (That would be Ashley and James for those out of the loop)
The U-Haul's odor was especially ripe, a mixture of oh say, wet dog and a$$. Trully unforgettable I must say. The ambiance...just foul, filth and fungus.
I love that you have to sign your life away to rent one of these heaps, agreeing to return it clean, (ha!) and undented, (there was scarcely an inch of undented exterior). I almost felt sorry for the poor engine as it panted and sputtered, it was sufferin' I tell you! The steering wheel had a lovely squeel to it each and everytime it turned aaaannnndddd the radio was broken! (This was a sad day for us as we sat in the cab, Jim, Haley and I, DESPERATELY wanting some lively Mexican polka music to accompany our ride.)
But we survived and now James and Ashley are living in a really nice apartment overlooking the gorgeous Oregon treeline. It really is beautiful!
No more smelly, scary elevator! (First time I rode the thing alone, I couldn't figure out how to open the door. Scared the crap out of me!)
No more urinating homeless guys, or good grief, homeless wanking guys peeking in a window, (just heard that fun story today)... No more having to call the cops every few nights 'cause some poor slob was getting the holy tar beat out of him.
Good times, good times.

A Cheap Blog I Know But...

This is so worth it! Make sure you let it load completely and have your sound up. This sh#t is classic, some amazing stuff right here. ENJOY!

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What, oh my gawd, did you hear that?

Oh no, I have one..., You should see her motions..., Ha,Ha, another dollar, ha!..., Here's a lottery ticket..., you could buy porn..., I got like 20 dollars to Jamba..., thank you..., Jamba..., thank you..., you look so tan..., you look so tan, like I hate her..., I hate her sooo much, she's like so strange, like nothing better, like obvious, like she is so..., who?... I've never been attracted to him..., Oh my gawd, did you hear that..., I love this song...
Honest to God, I sit here listening to the ramblings of the Haleyettes and it amazes me. There are only 6 or 7 girls here for the "Hopper's (aka Haley) B-day Party" and the conversation hasn't had a nansecond break. Not one!
I'm tired just listening to it! God Bless the teens, they have more to say in a few minutes than I have in hours, nay make that years!

Words that mean "barf" or "50 Ways to Leave Your Lunch"

God is good! He let me make it through my mind-numbing, exhausting, but "oh so wonderful" Women's Retreat over the weekend and the crazy BSF Tuesday and Wednesday (Bible Study Fellowship, for the heathens in the group) until the "cruds" hit poor little sick me.
It started with a general," gaaaahh" feeling yesterday morning, then progressed to a "better keep a large platic baggie in my purse, gonna puke anytime" kind of day. I ended with a killer sore throat, you know "the lumpy vs scratchy"kind, (tee, hee, it sounds like The Simpsons!)
But for those of you fretting and stewing, I am feeling better so far this a.m. The throat is still sore, and I'm a bit gaggy feeling, but I don't feel as though I might hurl anytime soon.
Which brings me to the many different names for "barf". Besides the afore mentioned "hurl", I can come up with a few. My challenge to you fellow bloggers is, let's see if we can find "50 Ways to Leave Your Lunch".
So far we have; barf, hurl, puke, leave your lunch. I add; regurgitate, vomit (a classic), ralph, spew, toss your cookies, up-chuck, (and some new ones for you...) review your meal and the re-incarnation of food. That's 12 so far. Let the games begin...

When did racing cars on Shute Road become okay?

Good gravy! I'm driving home from yet another softball game, (Haley may have broken her hand, more to follow) and minding my own business, driving one of my favorite patches of road along the airport on Shute. You know, the nice windy road where driving at the speed limit feels a "tad" fast! (((yesh)))
Suddenly my "happy place" was disturbed by the o-so-familiar sound of vvrrroooommm, vvrroooommm. Some Jacka$$, weaving in and out of traffic with some other bonehead right on his tail! I kid you not they were going 65mph or more in a 45mph, which I've already said feels "nicely" fast already.
Now the speed was not the reason I wanted them to plow into a lightpole and exit this earth like the bad guys in "Ghost", screaming and flailing about as the demons drag them under, it was the way they were driving.
With complete disregard for the folks inches away from them.
I can tell you, I did my utmost to slow them down, (((rubbing hands))). I really got one of them too! I slowed WAY down, like to, oh... 15! Pissed that rat-bastard off, but good. Alas, he was determined, and snuck around me disappearing around a corner. I was livid I tell you.
But then, I see flashing lights! My heart lept! It freaking LEPT!
Okay back to the real world... of course it wasn't either of the a-holes pulled over, it was some poor soccer mom. Groan.
Oh well, I can dream...

The Mac Gym is Now Open!

So it wasn't enough Jim and I spent a fortune to NOT use "the club", aka Hawthorn Farms Athletic Club, for months at a time, now we have our very own gym downstairs that I can NOT use!
No really, I'm soooo out of shape latley, I feel like I'm 50 years old, or something! Crap, I am!
I know, I know, no excuses! I promise to workout at least 30 minutes this morning. I should have joined Em and Jon for the March of Dimes walk today, but alas, I was too lazy to get up early. Next year we will make a real show of it!
It truly amazes me how quickly we can slide when it comes to diet and excercise. I was doing soooo good, and now those hard won pounds-down are creeping, %$##, sprinting back on! Okay, random druggy thought, where do the pounds go when you lose them? I mean one minute they are a tangible thing, the next vapor? (((Passing the doobie on))), (that would be joint for you "chillins")
Now off to use the Mac Gym, or would that be the Gym Mac, get it? Gym Mac, Jim Mac? I'm slaying myself here!!!!

"Jimisms"

So we're sitting there watching "the Hopper" aka Haley, play softball yesterday. It was a good game with enough activity to keep us excited and rooting for the Liberty Falcons.
(Funny thought...rooting, is that right?, Is it really the same word as a pig diggin' in his little ol' sty?, Sorry, I digress)
Anywho, so there we were, sitting in the bleachers, and Jim comes up with a new "ism". He says B.I.T. For those who are not in the know, Jim throws these jewels out all the time. EVERYTHING is an acronym. In softball they can stand for any number of things. For instance, B.O.B., would be "beef on base", (when a fat chick is on base). Or H.O.D. "Hopper on deck". You get the idea. So he says B.I.T., I think for a moment and... of course... "Beef in 'tween". I scared myself, I tell you!
He was referring to the 450lb father of our Varsity pitcher whose younger daughter plays on JV. Both daughters were playing at the same time, so he positioned himself... right in the middle! Yes friends and neighbors, B.I.T. "Beef in 'tween". And yours trully got it! Ain't that a hoot?

So What's With The Random Asian Guys?

Anyone notice the random Asian dudes walking or riding bikes from around the Cosco area to the Hillsboro Airport? It's freakin' me out man!!
No really, there are anywhere from 2 to 10 walking and riding bikes, wearing the same uniforms, heading towards the airport. I've never seen them further than the airport...until today! Oh yeah, there were two of them riding their little bikes...
wait for it...
towards DOWNTOWN HILLSBORO!
Okay, okay, I'm back, but really have ya seen these guys? Jim and I saw the two riders today and we commented that perhaps they had escaped their compound 'cause the orders had come to lay on their beds with squares of fabric on their faces after taking the poison...
Know what I'm sayin?
Seriously, if you don't, please ignore the rant, but Good grief if you have answers, spill them!

Like I don't have enough to do...

Good grief, I must be mad to start a flippin' blog, but alas, it is so.
Join me friends, in the ramblings of an old (okay, older) woman. A woman of years, a lady of time, a... nevermind.
I am Sue. The daughter of Doug and Pat, (Mom, I miss you more everyday) the wife of Jim, (is he the greatest or what?, I love him more and more everyday, my best friend) the mom of Sarah, (beeeutiful, smart, pregnant, fabulous) Emily, (kind, caring, bright, vavavoom) James (amazing, talented, intelligent, handsome) and Haley, (athlete, gorgeous, wonderful, facinating)
Huge breath... the grandmother of Lauren (gracious, brilliant, stunning) Hayden, (funny, adorable, tender) Molly (hysterical, precious, talented) Charlotte, (darling, sweet, can't get enough of) and last but not least, Baby Chilcott, (already loved, can't wait to meet).
Yup that's me in a nutshell. Stay tuned for not so "nutshell" blogs.