tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66350760720995760882024-03-13T19:38:12.944-04:00Busy Bee Productions Making a production out of everything since 2008Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.comBlogger1349125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-56994888032372495302020-09-24T10:51:00.001-04:002020-09-25T08:23:31.090-04:00I moved a while ago and I thought you knew this. No? <div>I moved to wordpress and I'm blogging at <a href="http://Busybeesuz.com">Busybeesuz.com</a></div><div>XO</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img align="left" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqxD8wYoi1kWfzT8UOTQZ2Oaam2WvLKOq9LBYQrHabpqFx34PEaDVL5bigBei8kei1qKmLk_Vj-m2RSvqa97Z_ka-cCcwUkhT90YkV5jLOCj8Pjjz-gHi4SWElBMHNxCP5S5jRISqr1Vo/s1600/BusyBeesig.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-width: 0px;" />
Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-60697643477471090582020-05-01T08:48:00.002-04:002020-05-01T14:36:50.516-04:00Peer pressure at home, you can refer to me as Mother Nature and Doing some good while sitting on the couch. <i>Can I just tell you all, that your sweet comments really make my day?</i><br />
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I love when someone takes the time to visit my little corner of the world and then leave me a nice note. YOU.ROCK.<br />
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It's like you were on your way home from the store, I just so happened to be at my mailbox when you drive by and we catch up for a few minutes.<br />
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{{virtual hugs}}<br />
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I was face-timing with the girls earlier this week, as I've been doing a lot.<br />
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Mostly Linds and I; she's alone 24/7 and has in the past struggled with some health-anxiety issues; I'm proud to say, she's killing it during this quarantine. Cooking, cleaning, working on a movie list and calling her Mom whenever she feels like it.<br />
I'm so proud of her.<br />
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HI, LINDS!<br />
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Sometimes during our face-timing, we can drag Lolo away from her dog and school work.<br />
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I distinctly remember when they were little and when one wanted to talk to me, then the other would too.<br />
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My head would spin trying to hear both and give equal attention.<br />
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Well, that part has not changed.<br />
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They both stated that they were waiting for me to update the blog with a new post; <i>but how can I do that if I'm face-timing for hours at a time?</i><br />
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<i>What say you? </i>There are<i> 22 more hours in a day? </i><br />
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Honestly, I'll never complain about my girls wanting to talk with me.<br />
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During one of our extra-long face time sessions, Lolo began preparing her dinner in the crockpot. Linds was giving directions and then they began to make deviled eggs together.<br />
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They asked me to make some too, but I only had 3 eggs.<br />
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Later, they sent pics of their deviled eggs via our family chat.<br />
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I texted that we ONLY HAVE 3 because PANDEMIC. </div>
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Being a man of simplicity, he said, <i>that sounds like 6 halves. </i></div>
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I succumbed to deviled egg peer pressure.<br />
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I'm much easier than I appear.<br />
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Last week I attempted to switch over to WordPress as opposed to blogger.<br />
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<i>Why you say?</i> Because I've not had a reason to bang my head against a wall until I can't feel anything for quite a while.<br />
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It's a task that will take me some time, and I hope I don't give up and succumb to google/blogger for the duration of my blogging life.<br />
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The rumor mill around town is that Wordpress is not as limiting as the blogger platform and I dream of NOT being limited.<br />
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Thursday morning we woke up to a nice heavy rain. My first thoughts were we've been needing rain and my second thought was: "My garden caterpillars are going to drown."<br />
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I exclaimed this to Coach and he said:<i> it's nature, they're used to it.</i><br />
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I don't know who he is or who he thinks he's dealing with because I AM NATURE.<br />
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This morning I woke up and apparently we've gone back in time...back to January.<br />
The Coach has all the doors and windows open, it's 61* and I had to put a sweatshirt on over my PJ's. THAT Is glorious as it's been in the high 90's daily.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">We actually have some plans this weekend!</span> </b>*suz shouts from the rooftop*<br />
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Do you remember all the <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2019/08/that-time-we-had-so-much-fun-helping.html">events/fundraising we do for </a>our disabled veterans?<br />
Well, it's mostly the Coach, but by default, I get to be a part of it too.<br />
He's got two events planned for August and September on the East and West coast of Florida with our beloved songwriters.<br />
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Tonight, he's arranged an at-home event with songwriters via <a href="http://stageit.com/">Stageit.com</a>. It's a 'pay what you can' concert with 100% of the proceeds going directly to <a href="http://www.libertymanor.org/">Liberty Manor.</a><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #666666; font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "lucida grande" , "trebuchet ms" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.10000000149011612px; word-spacing: 1px;">The mission of </span><strong style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); color: #666666; font-family: "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Grande", "Trebuchet MS", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.10000000149011612px; word-spacing: 1px;">Liberty Manor for Veterans, Inc.</strong><span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #666666; font-family: "lucida sans unicode" , "lucida grande" , "trebuchet ms" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.10000000149011612px; word-spacing: 1px;"> is to promote the developmental and social needs of disabled, honorably discharged veterans who have fallen victim to homelessness by providing them transitional, supported housing and establishing objectives designed to attribute to self-sufficiency.</span><br />
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Liberty Manor is doing SO much good for our veterans who have served our country and then have through various reasons, become homeless.<br />
Reading the success stories hit my heart in a big way. <br />
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So, if you're not doing anything tonight, tune in. 7:30. We personally know all of the songwriters and you'll be pleasantly surprised when you hear the stories behind the songs that you hear on the radio.<br />
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So, that's all from me. This was longer than I had planned, but what else do you, me, us have to do?<br />
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SADLY, NOTHING.<br />
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Have a great weekend and thank you again for being my friends who live inside the computer.<br />
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XO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-35341239064143476612020-04-28T13:07:00.000-04:002020-04-28T13:07:22.417-04:00Can you tell me how to get, how to get out of Funky Town? Can you hear the opening song to Sesame Street and NOT smile?<br />
No. You can't. <br />
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The Coach and I were able to see the sunset via the boat this past weekend.<br />
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The beaches are closed, but luckily the Gulf of Mexico is still open.<br />
<i>For now. </i><br />
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I've been in a bit of a funk. Not sad; just feeling funky.<br />
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I'm itching to get some garden work done; updating my veggie garden. I have a plan but need to execute it and finding a day where my arm isn't bothering me is a problem.<br />
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Also, I'm itching to get to my happy place; my local nursery.<br />
They're open, but I'm not going because it's really unnecessary.<br />
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I'd like to be acknowledged for actually following the rules.<br />
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<i>Should I wait by the mailbox for my acknowledgment gifts? </i><br />
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If you say I need something for my itching, you're not wrong.<br />
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I started rereading this book this week; It's been about 20 years since I read it last.<br />
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I don't remember the details of the story, but if I kept the book this long, I must've really loved it.<br />
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I am staying busy with daily household chores and my butterfly raising. </div>
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Our yard is a flurry of butterflies; lots of different flavors; not just monarchs. </div>
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I found a slew of zebra longwing and gulf fritillary larvae in my bed of plumbago the other day and I was so excited I might have had to change my outfit. </div>
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Their host plant is Passion vine...so, apparently, passion vine found it's way into this bed without even asking me.</div>
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THAT fills my little funky heart to the brim. </div>
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<i>How are my people on this fine Monday?</i><br />
Wait, Tuesday?<br />
Yeah, Tuesday.<br />
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XOXO</div>
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-59047740774871707502020-04-24T09:48:00.003-04:002020-04-24T09:53:30.897-04:00The one where I thought I had nothing to say. Also, Bev's birthday. <i>Do you ever have those days, weeks, or months where you have nothing to say?</i><br />
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Me neither.<br />
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But this week I've been quiet.<br />
It's been a weird week. I've had some things come up; some distractions.<br />
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<i>Can I say that I miss doing my puzzle?</i><br />
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Lord. I'm hopeless.<br />
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Things I also miss:<br />
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*Hugging people; mostly my girls. But also my friends.<br />
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*My gym, my fitness coach, and my gym people. (I may be the youngest at our gym and it's literally <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083399/">like Cheers</a>, where everybody knows your name)<br />
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{<i>Am I the Norm of our Gym?</i> Maybe}</div>
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*Marshalls, Home Goods, TJ Maxx. I know. It's petty, but I do enjoy my outings.<br />
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*Publix. I miss just running in for one or two things. I know, I will NEVER take grocery shopping for granted again. Never.<br />
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*Dining out. The Coach and I have had a standing Friday night date night for many years; I miss going out for dinner. But, we've been ordering in (or picking up) at least one night a week.<br />
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Listen, this is my petty little list and really, I'm NOT complaining. It's just things that I miss.<br />
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<i><b>Can I count my blessing? </b></i>Oh HELL yes.<br />
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*My people are healthy.<br />
*Our business is still in motion.<br />
*I have money in the bank to pay bills.<br />
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We are fortunate.<br />
I wish everyone was as fortunate.<br />
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Tomorrow <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2015/06/losing-beverly.html">would be my Mom's </a>77th birthday. For the past few years, one or two of my favorite people (when available) join me for two of my Mom's three favorite things:<br />
Mexican food and a margarita.<br />
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<i>Her third favorite thing?</i> Latin men.<br />
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We, being married women and all we generally skip those.<br />
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Plus, she was known to be a bad pecker picker; starting with my Dad and she went downhill from there. I'm not badmouthing her; she knew it too.<br />
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So, tomorrow we are going to attempt to have margaritas together via Zoom; it will be my first time.<br />
<i>For the zoom, not the margarita.</i><br />
Now I'm wondering how I can get some Mexican food too.<br />
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{Suz and Bev at her 72nd birthday<i>. Guess what we were eating and drinking?}</i><br />
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My mom LOVED my blog. She would call me and say: YOU are so funny.<br />
OR she'd say: Who were you referring to in that post?<br />
Or she would complain that I didn't blog enough.<br />
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Now that I write all that, she sounded demanding.<br />
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For someone who had nothing to say, I found some words to share today.<br />
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Wishing you all a good weekend and if you have the ingredients, have a margarita in Beverly's honor on Saturday. She was the best Mom I ever had and I miss her terribly.<br />
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If you are fortunate enough to have one or both parents, call them this weekend, it's the least you can do.<br />
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I'm not even a Jewish mom, but I can make y'all feel guilty, can't I?<br />
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XO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-7333610098715670382020-04-20T08:15:00.002-04:002020-04-21T11:17:18.711-04:00Captains Log: Day 28 or 399? Garden vlog, puzzle upgrade and a plethora of smokers. Friday morning I did a little garden vlog. Hold onto your seats, it's riveting.<br />
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Excuse the noise; pool equipment, pool fountain, and air conditioner because Florida.<br />
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We had a nice, quiet and productive weekend.<br />
Saturday we got our first delivery (insta-cart) from Costco; it went well.<br />
The funny thing is they won't deliver to our house, but they will deliver to <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2020/01/using-blog-to-archive-my-life-our-condo.html">our rental condo</a>.<br />
(zip code snobs)<br />
So, I set up the delivery time and we chilled and waited: (our big outing for the weekend) our delivery guy was right on time.<br />
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The Coach was watching a fishing show (also riveting) on TV when I said I was ready to go home with our goods.<br />
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He said, <i>"what do you need to get home for?"</i><br />
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I replied slightly embarrassed: <i>"I have a new puzzle."</i><br />
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<b>Good lord. Send help ASAP. </b><br />
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We got everything on our list aside from<br />
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<b>*ONE THING*</b><br />
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<i>Can you guess what we couldn't get? </i><br />
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Speaking of puzzles, because apparently, <b><i>I can't NOT speak of them.</i></b> The new one that Linds stumbled upon in Target while getting her essentials is THE. BOMB.COM.<br />
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The one I had been struggling with for many weeks, and finally finished, well, it turns out it might have been from the bargain bin at Wally World.<br />
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<i>The one Linds picked up?</i> Ummmm...it's top freaking shelf. Like Nordstroms top shelf.<br />
<i>Wait, does top shelf mean liquor? </i>Well, then it's way better than Albertsons Vodka; that sort of top-shelf.<br />
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I didn't even know there was a hierarchy in the land of puzzles, but I'm here to tell you, there is one.<br />
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The pieces feel different; like they're made from the remnants of a baby bird's feathers that have been mixed with the recycling goods from the Taj Mahal.<br />
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<i>Wait. </i>That sounds kind of gross. <b><i>WHO AM I? </i></b><br />
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<i>I'm just a girl. Standing in front of a puzzle. Hoping it will help me to solve it. </i><br />
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*ahem, almost a quote from Notting Hill which I watched a few weeks ago and It's one movie <a href="http://www.nosmallfeetblog.com/2020/04/your-mission-as-i-sort-of-kick-myself.html">Ernie</a><br />
can quote*<br />
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Such a good RomCom.<br />
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On Sunday I pressure washed the pool lanai and outside furniture while the Coach put together his newest smoker.<br />
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Not only is he a <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2020/03/goldilocks-and-new-office.html">Goldilocks with his chairs/office,</a> but he's also Goldilocks with his smokers.<br />
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He has the HUGE tow-behind one that requires a big azz truck and a small smoker/box but needed a medium-sized one too.<br />
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{Small and Medium side by side; the new one looks like a time machine. <i>I suppose it IS a time machine for meat.}</i><br />
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He doesn't complain about my shoes/plants/garden/skincare addictions, s<i>o, would I ever complain about his smoker issue? </i><br />
Hell.to.the.no.<br />
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So, it's Monday. Let me check my calendar and see what's happening this week.<br />
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Well, it looks like I'm TOTALLY open if anyone wants to get together.<br />
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Or not. <br />
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Have a good one my people.<br />
XO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-79959677206952137372020-04-17T07:30:00.000-04:002020-04-17T08:30:36.622-04:00I'm certified and I'm finished. <br />
My gardens are officially certified.<br />
And you thought I was just certifiable.<br />
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Notice my Monarch model; he approved the signage.<br />
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Bona-fide.<br />
Authorized.<br />
To be prized.<br />
I'm rambling here.<br />
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I wish I could ditch the electrical boxes and irrigation stuff off the walls, but electricity and irrigation are essential to me.<br />
Also, this is the side of our house, not the front. The front is prettier. But don't tell the sides and back; they've never met.<br />
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I'm sure the signs will lure even more butterflies to my lair.<br />
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I really try to keep my posts short and sweet so I don't lose anyone, but I never know where exactly to stop.<br />
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<i>Stop here? </i><br />
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<i>Maybe stop here?</i><br />
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<i>Nope.more.to.chatter.about</i><br />
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The puzzle is finished.<br />
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<i>Can I stop talking about that damn puzzle already? </i><br />
No. I can not.<br />
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I know, you were probably not sleeping a minute wondering how I was doing with it; it's finally done and yes, I was missing two pieces. <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2020/04/the-one-where-easter-was-in-distance.html">MAX!!</a><br />
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I complained to Linds that it was hard to do because my right arm hurt so much.<br />
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Linds: <i>Do it with your left arm.</i><br />
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Why do my children use logic against me?<br />
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When I was finished, I wrote a note on the box for my future self or someone else's future self that two pieces are missing and I sharpied the spots on the box.<br />
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If my arm felt better, I'd pat myself on the back for that.<br />
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Actually, my arm is feeling a<i> bit better.</i> Thank you all for your wonderful advice; it's appreciated.<br />
Also, icing it a few times a day has been awesome and something I didn't think to do before. *duhh*<br />
It's no picnic being me.<br />
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NOW, I'm done.<br />
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Kidding.<br />
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<i><b>Does anyone have plans for the weekend?</b></i><br />
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Suzanne, that was cruel and uncalled for.<br />
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Oh, wait.<br />
One more thing.<br />
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Our marina has opened back up (with VERY limited contact) so the Coach is excited to get on his boat and go fishing tomorrow. He's been working a lot and being home with me a lot.<br />
He needs some fun because I can only entertain him so much; that wasn't a part of our vows.<br />
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I DO wish you all a nice weekend doing something you enjoy with people that you can semi-stand being around.<br />
I consider myself fortunate in that way.<br />
I never thought to ask my husband how he felt about it.<br />
Probably just as well...<br />
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Bee good<br />
Bee silly<br />
Bee well<br />
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XOXO<br />
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<br />Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-45549276999905105692020-04-15T09:22:00.001-04:002020-04-29T10:16:37.820-04:00I hope I don't regret not having a title for this mess. <br />
It's come to my attention that I have a lot of feelings.<br />
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Good ones.<br />
Sad ones.<br />
Really, really bad ones.<br />
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Just kidding about the bad ones, but I do love a sing-song rhyme.<br />
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Also, spell check always tells me that I don't' know how to spell rhyme.<br />
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People always say to live your life without regret.<br />
<i>Who are these people and why should we listen to them?</i><br />
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{not my tattoo nor my decolletage}<br />
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How does one live without regret?<i><b> Like, NOT one regret? </b></i><br />
I'm not buying what they're selling.<br />
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My regrets; I have a few.<br />
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I regret being an anal-retentive Mother when my girls were little. I know exactly *<i>why I was like that </i><br />
and I don't believe they are scarred, but still, I could have been a 'lighter' person.<br />
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I regret some of the times I didn't answer the phone when my Mom called me.<br />
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I regret all the times I stressed over buying and wearing a bathing suit. From the time I was 15 until now; I stressed whether I was 95lbs or 140lbs.<br />
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I regret not wearing sunscreen on my decolletage during my teen years.<br />
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Upcoming evidence of feelings all over the place.<br />
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This song was on my mind the other day.<br />
When my Mom was in hospice we played some music for her.<br />
Me: <i>Oh, she loves this song (she really did) so I started playing it. </i><br />
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After a minute or so, my Aunt Trisha said: <i>Yeah, she likes that song, but she really loves this one.</i><br />
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My Mom was heavily sedated and hadn't communicated in hours, but she twitched when this song came on. I know she was trying to dance.<br />
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When I was a kid and she would dance/drive in the car at hearing a good song...<i>Why did that mortify me? </i><br />
Dance/driving is the best.<br />
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I don't regret dropping everything and spending copious amounts of time with my Mom in ATL when she was sick.<br />
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I don't regret a single day of actually being a Mom or a Wife. (I capitalized on those as they are both positions that I take seriously.)<br />
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I don't regret knowing the word decolletage; it's an interesting word.<br />
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I might regret hitting publish on this post.<br />
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XO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-11915875435186873622020-04-13T15:11:00.002-04:002020-04-29T10:16:24.033-04:00The one where Easter was in the distance, a puzzle eater and my !&%$ tennis arm<br />
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I hope everyone had as pleasant an Easter as possible. Generally, we have the girls here and my FIL and MIL too. </div>
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I spoke to everyone yesterday on the phone, but yeah, it's not the same. </div>
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I did see Linds on Saturday; I had a little bit of Easter stuff for her and her sister so I met her in front of her building. </div>
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We talked for about 10 minutes but it was so freaking hot so I left. </div>
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No hugs. </div>
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That's the hardest part for me; we are a touchy-feeling family. </div>
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<i>But not in the perverted way. </i></div>
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I spent most of the day on the phone either talking or texting and trying to finish a 750 piece puzzle. If I got paid to complete puzzles, we'd be living in your back yard in a tent. <i>Who wants us? </i></div>
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Also, <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2019/08/mad-max-last-weekend.html">Max loves sitting</a> UNDER my chair while I'm puzzling. My boobs sometimes knock pieces on the floor and a few times I found him nibbling them. The pieces, not my boobs. </div>
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I know for sure one piece was nibbled beyond recognition and I'm hoping that's it. </div>
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But, every time I get into a puzzling quandary, I wonder:<br />
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This was the only puzzle I had in the house made for adults and it's a challenge for me; further cementing the fact that I might not be an adult. </div>
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Linds went to Target the other day for her supplies and I asked her to look for a puzzle for me and I'd exchange her Easter stuff for the puzzle. </div>
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She said they had TWO in the store and she got me the biggest one; 1000 pieces. </div>
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ME: <i>"I can only do one that is 750 pieces."</i></div>
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Linds: <i>"Well, just don't finish it then."</i></div>
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I don't know where they get it from. </div>
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I really don't want to complain because of all that is going on and most people have real, solid problems and health issues. But, my arm is killing me. </div>
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The <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2019/12/the-elbow-of-my-christmas-is-mostly-my.html">tennis elbow came back a few weeks </a>ago with a vengeance. </div>
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I have one of the brace thingys that is supposed to help and I've been doing some exercises/stretches that I found online, but it's not helping. Sleeping is a b*tch. </div>
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I even noted to Linds on the phone that I would be willing to try some medicinal Maryjane or even topical Maryjane. It hurts from my fingers to my shoulder and guess what? I use my right arm for everything. </div>
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My left arm/hand? It's almost useless. It can't do anything for me. So. there. That's my complaint and I'll keep moving on with my great life of not living in a tent in your back yard and being healthy otherwise. </div>
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-33603359359068225932020-04-10T13:45:00.000-04:002020-04-29T10:16:11.075-04:00Always remember the Lilies {or not}<span style="color: #76a5af;">This post was originally shared in 2011, but it's fitting for the Easter season and it's fitting to remember what a character my Grandma was. </span><br />
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<em>Does any flower scream Easter like the Lily?</em><br />
Well, for me, there is none other.<br />
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As a child, going to church with Grandma I vividly remember the Easter lilies all lined up near the pulpit.<br />
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I remember reading through the church bulletin during the Easter service about <b>WHO</b> the lilies were for as they were all purchased in memoriam for someone.<br />
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I remember seeing that Grandma purchased one for my Grandpa after he died.<br />
I would look towards the pulpit…wondering which one was ‘his'.<br />
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Years later, I would read that there was a lily placed in my Brother’s name.<br />
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And two Easters later, my Dad was added to the Easter Lilly collection.<br />
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Sadly, our family was filling up the lily section.<br />
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Cut to a few years ago when Grandma was still alive and in her mid 90's; she could no longer get to church for any services.<br />
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So Easter morning, the coach and I with the girls loaded up our car and made the hour & forty-minute trek to Grandma’s house in Miami to celebrate Easter.<br />
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I had the biggest, whitest lily in the back of the car for Grandma.<br />
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When we arrived, she was happy to see us all. She was always happy to see us.<br />
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When I handed her the big ole’ white lily…she looked at it, she then looked at me.<br />
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I said: <em>Isn’t it beautiful?</em><br />
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Grandma: <em>Lilies always remind me of funerals. And they stink. I don’t care for them. </em><br />
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Good lord; I should have known.<br />
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That woman could not <strong><u><a href="http://daybydaywithsuz.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-not-holiday-until-someone-gets.html">filter her thoughts whatsoever.</a></u></strong><br />
So now, whenever I see a lily…I remember HER.<br />
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And then my thoughts roam to stinky funerals; then back to her and her unfiltered funny as heck self.<br />
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Do you remember when she called me a <a href="http://daybydaywithsuz.blogspot.com/2009/06/tgifi-live-in-land-of-wackyand.html">PERVERT?</a> Gosh, what are the chances of anyone ever calling me that again?<br />
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Wishing everyone a nice Easter wherever you are and with whoever you're with.<br />
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XOXO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-15384440043118172142020-04-08T06:47:00.004-04:002020-04-29T10:15:55.964-04:00Lit from the inside and out<br />
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Lindsay's air conditioner was on the fritz Tuesday. This has happened a few times since her brand new a/c was installed a few years ago; yes, it annoys both she and I to no end.<br />
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The drain pipe keeps getting clogged and she went a day with no a/c and it was 80* inside her condo; no outside air moving through at her place either.<br />
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We had a high of 92* yesterday; it's summer y'all.<br />
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She and I tried to troubleshoot over the phone, then she said: <i>"I wonder if I can clear out the clog, I was kind of paying attention when the guy came last time".</i><br />
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So, while face-timing her dad they MacGyver-ed it out together.<br />
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Overhearing the conversation made me smile.<br />
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Coach:<br />
<i>Do you have a wire hanger? No, you've never been to the dry cleaner? </i><br />
<i>Yes, you have to stick your finger in the congealed gunk.</i><br />
<i>How about a pipe cleaner?</i><br />
<i>Hmmm....how about your vacuum cleaner; does it have a hose attachment?</i><br />
<i>Hmmm....how about your blow dryer? Try that. Oh, you don't have an extension cord?</i><br />
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And so on.<br />
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Me wondering when in my life did I acquire all those items to have on hand at any given moment.<br />
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Finally, between the blowdryer (the cord was just long enough) and hot water from her kettle, the clog was cleared and she was ECSTATIC to have cool air again.<br />
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I think JOY from the accomplished job was as good as the feeling of being cool again;<br />
her face was LIT.<br />
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I awoke at 5:30 this morning with a smile on my face knowing she won't be uncomfortable today.<br />
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If you need me this afternoon, this non-morning girl will be napping.<br />
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One of my blooming orchids from this week; that is a non-adjusted pic.<br />
It's that LIT.<br />
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Happy Wednesday<br />
XO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-82502068840387967792020-04-06T09:57:00.002-04:002020-04-29T10:15:43.266-04:00Feeding the masses while avoiding mass hysteria and finding essentials. The Coach found out that two of the college softball girls that he assists with are in lockdown in their dorms and couldn't get home; they're international students. (New Zealand & The Netherlands) They don't have vehicles and have limited funds.<br />
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So, he decided to cook/provide food for them.<br />
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Then he found out that there are three more at<i> that school and seventeen more at another local college</i> locked down and away from family. International students have a harder time getting home with all this; because of funds and travel restrictions.<br />
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He was up bright and early Saturday morning and fired up his little smoker. *giggle* <br />
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He rubbed down slabs of ribs and smoked them to perfection.<br />
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Saturday the whole 'hood smelled like ribs.<br />
<i>Sorry, vegetable-tarians. </i><br />
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Many friends heard the news wanted to help as well; several people stepped up to donate meals, sides, some fresh and a lot that can be frozen that they can eat later.<br />
It was all then delivered by a Professor to the Atheltic Director and then dispersed in a very social-safe-distance type of way.<br />
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I know I've said this before, feeding people is his love language.<br />
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Hence, my weight prob. He really LOVES me.<br />
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When he ran to the Hardware store (Ace is the Place!) for some charcoal, he hit the paper/disinfecting jackpot. Ladies, this is the new sexy; much better than flowers or chocolate.<br />
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They would only sell two rolls of Paper towels and three rolls of TP, but hey, it's something.<br />
Clorox is liquid gold.<br />
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Of course, I wouldn't be me if I didn't let him know that I prefer NON printed paper towels.<br />
Yes, even in a crisis I can be a booger.<br />
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Honestly, paper towels last a long time around here because <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2010/09/re-visit-if-you-willwho-is-on-horse.html">we use cloth napkins </a>(since 2009) for all our meals.<br />
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I would have fit in well at Downton Abbey.<br />
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If I were at Downton Abbey,<i> I would HAVE staff and not BE staff, right?</i><br />
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I'd hurl if I had to empty a chamber pot and I don't think they allow hurling at Downton Abbey, so I'd be one of the uppity sisters, but not the one who died tragically young.<br />
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<i>How are my people holding up? </i><br />
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I meant to blog earlier this week, but I was too busy. </div>
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I've been to the mall, the beach, the nail salon, the hair salon, I spent an afternoon at the casino, the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker and then I went to a rave one night; it was a blast. </div>
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You know better. My azz has been at the only safe place on the planet. </div>
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My in-laws live in Lake Okeechobee (they just got their very first case of the virus yesterday) and my funny MIL sent this pic to us of her manatee mailbox. </div>
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She sewed a face mask for it and stated that she was 'prepared'. <i>How stinking cute?</i> </div>
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My in-laws have manatees in the backyard (canal) and a manatee mailbox in the front yard; I love it as it's very fitting for this little town. </div>
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The Coach and I have been eating very well. I made a big pot of collard greens this week along with pork tenderloin medallions. I always feel fancy when I cook medallions; much better than saying I prepared nuggets. I should have taken a pic before we devoured our dinner. </div>
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I also made a meat sauce in my instant pot and we had it over ravioli. The coach thought he might have died and gone to heaven. It was that good.<br />
Tonight (Thursday) we're having steak, sweet peppers and portobello mushrooms on the grill.<br />
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We won't starve.<br />
We also won't lose any weight.<br />
We also won't complain about anything because we're fortunate.<br />
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The girls and I have been staying in touch and we have even done three-way face time a few times; I didn't even know you could do that!<br />
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Who wore it best? Real-life or our avatar emojis? Just kidding. Real-life is always better.<br />
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So far everyone is faring well.<br />
Our business is 'essential' so that's still happening.<br />
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I don't think I'll ever become bored.<br />
There are some things I'd like to go and do, but everything can wait.<br />
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I am a bit bummed about not being with our people for Easter.<br />
<i>Can we? If we are a party of five?</i><br />
Hey, that should be the name of a tv show.<br />
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<i>How are you?</i> It's been all about me on this post and I didn't ask about you.<br />
Weekend plans?<br />
<i>Are you getting out and soaking up some Vitamin D each day? </i><br />
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<i>What do you think your Easter will look like? </i><br />
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Big virtual hugs to all of you reading this.<br />
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XOXO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-1017468977804306282020-03-31T12:00:00.000-04:002020-04-29T10:14:32.270-04:00Goldilocks and the new office<br />
<span style="color: #134f5c;">I started this post a few weeks ago when we were living our ordinarily boring days. *sigh* </span><br />
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We converted the girls' playroom to Coach's home office.<br />
It's all finished aside from a desktop and printer.<br />
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<i>I guess that means, it's not 100% finished. I'm a liar. </i><br />
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I ordered the desk, file cabinet (behind desk) rug and a desk chair from Pottery Barn when they were having a spectacular sale. I was hesitant to even order the chair because it seemed so expensive to me, but it looked really timeless and comfortable.<br />
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Some of the items were taking forever to come in and then I found out that the chair was going to EVEN more delayed. <br />
Finally, I came to my senses, called and canceled the overpriced chair.<br />
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Later, the next day I was at Office Depot picking up some printing and I saw some great chairs there. I almost purchased one for him; then I decided I'd let him choose his own chair.<i> </i><br />
<i>See, I'm nice. </i><br />
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The chairs at OD ranged from $200-$400. Much better prices than PB.<br />
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I finagled him to go to Office Depot one evening to shop and he poo-pooed every chair he sat in.<br />
Too small.<br />
Too hard.<br />
Too ugly.<br />
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Finally, I asked him where he purchased the office chair that he has in his <i>actual </i>office.<br />
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It goes to show you, we all probably do better with fewer choices in life; that could be a positive spin regarding prison or arranged marriages.<br />
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A few weeks later we were in Costco and they had two desk chairs to chose from.<br />
<strike>Goldilocks</strike> Coach tried them both; and decided that the more inexpensive one was the most comfortable. <br />
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Y'all it was $99.<br />
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We have too many choices in life and it can make it harder.<i> Right? </i><br />
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Like right now, I'd take ONE PLY generic TP given the chance.<br />
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Oh, and we still have all the kid's books, toys, and games in the office if the Coach needs to take a break from running our <strike>empire</strike> company.<br />
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<i>So, is anyone making any changes at home? </i><br />
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Well, aside from rationing paper goods and hiding from sick people?<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-35926502369113971822020-03-27T09:23:00.002-04:002020-04-29T10:14:19.760-04:00butterfly lessons and denial<br />
When I was <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2020/03/she-vlogs-again-i-finally-got-what-i.html">vlogging about my </a>obsession, need, want of the Giant Swallowtails, I assumed everyone knew what they were. Here is what they look like, and they really are large compared to other butterflies.<br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><i>You know size doesn't matter, big, small, tall, thin, they're all beautiful. That was me remembering that butterflies might read this and have body issues. </i></span><br />
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Underside of the Giant.<br />
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And when they want to hide from the butterfly po-po.<br />
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Topside of the Giant<br />
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It's like they are two different critters when sitting as opposed to flying.<br />
Giant swallowtail butterfly images<a href="https://www.coastalbreezenews.com/articles/floridas-swallowtail-butterflies/"> borrowed from here. </a> They love citrus trees/plants.<br />
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<i>Aren't they gorgeous?</i><br />
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I've had some luck with the Eastern black swallowtail; they love parsley, dill, and fennel, which I have growing in the garden.<br />
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This boy was released a few weeks ago:<br />
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I have to be more diligent in collecting the baby larvae of these because if not, the birds eat them before I can save them.<br />
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The birds act like I don't have food for them; the feeder is always full and still, they want to eat caterpillars. Pretty freaking rude if you ask me.<br />
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I've released about 25 monarchs this week and I'm going to be forced to slow down because my milkweed can't grow fast enough with the last batch or four of caterpillars.<br />
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The world might be falling apart, but here is Suz running around the yard playing with butterflies.<br />
Denial is my favorite place to be. Oh, and Home...home and denial are my favorite places.<br />
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<i>Any plans for the weekend? A concert? Shopping at the mall? Moving from the bed to the couch? </i><br />
XOXO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-33730235389172235602020-03-26T08:00:00.000-04:002020-04-29T10:14:06.519-04:00I've always been crazy, but it's kept me from going insane. <br />
I don't know about you, but I'm getting loads of stuff done while <strike>in prison</strike> home.<br />
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*looks around at the pigsty we've been living in*<br />
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Tuesday had me all: WHAT CAN I CLEAN NOW?<br />
I cleaned my makeup vanity and all my makeup brushes.<br />
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*wonders if or when I'll wear makeup again*<br />
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I cleaned our glass front doors.<br />
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Then I started cleaning the glass doors out towards the lanai and then I wondered why we have SO many glass doors in the first place.<br />
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But you know what they say about people who live in glass houses...<br />
Ummm, they go through a lot of Windex.<br />
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Cleaning glass/windows is my least favorite chore. Ever.<br />
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Then I tackled the refrigerator.<br />
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Me, proud of my accomplishment to Coach when he came home:<br />
<i>Notice anything different about the fridge?</i><br />
Him, oblivious to the filth that it was: <i>You gave all our food away?</i><br />
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It really wasn't filthy, it was just regular dirty.<br />
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<span style="color: #bf9000;">Now, you can literally eat out of our fridge. </span><br />
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*patting myself on the back, cause that right there was pure gold*<br />
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I'm getting low on pineapple, creamer, and crackers. I might have to venture OUT THERE in a few days.<br />
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Unless I can get my sweet husband to go for me.<br />
Or, I can act like it's the year 2020 and do online order and delivery.<br />
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I'd like to see just how long I can go without leaving the confines of our property.<br />
Let's call this a practice test for in-house arrest, just in case, you know, in the future, I might need to do it for real.<br />
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I'm not stir crazy yet.<br />
However, I’ve always been crazy.<br />
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Waylon Jennings was also pure gold.<br />
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My desk, craft table, and entire laundry room are spic and span; it looks like no one lives here and that's how I like it.<br />
{kidding}<br />
{Not kidding}<br />
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{Y'all realize I know this is a serious virus and I'm not making light of any of it. I pray for those affected by this and those who are vulnerable to it.} *Please let this pass sooner than later*<br />
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<i>What's the weirdest thing you've cleaned this week? </i><br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-7451564509936751292020-03-24T08:00:00.000-04:002020-04-29T10:13:55.192-04:00She Vlogs again; I finally got what I wanted. Spoiler alert, it’s not a baby dolphin. This time<i>What day are we on for quarantine? 6, 7, 58? </i><br />
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I'm so thankful for a large yard that I can wander around to get some fresh air; it makes me less sassy.<i> Can you imagine? </i><br />
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When I was a kid, both my Dad and his Dad were always (when not working) in the yard; planting, trimming, watering, growing stuff.<br />
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I always thought that was just what old people do.<br />
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<b>And.here.I.am. </b><br />
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Happy Tuesday.<br />
<i>So, tacos tonight? </i><br />
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{virtual} XOXO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-26195275991590803322020-03-23T08:00:00.000-04:002020-04-29T10:13:05.042-04:00Human behavior is for the dogs & this Gen X'er doesn't care about titles or mean robots. This has nothing to do with the current situation of our planet; I refuse to focus on the insanity.<br />
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A few weeks ago I was on the phone with Lolo who was still in the D.C area living and going to school. Does anyone remember a few weeks ago when everything was normal?<br />
Anyhoo, we were on the phone and she was walking her husky Mattis. She lives in a very dense/city area and is frequently asked by people if they can pet her dog. {he's so fluffy!}<br />
I heard a person ask, she replied and then the person said something I hear over and over when someone visits our house and my dogs get excited:<br />
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<i>"oh, he/she/it smells my dog on me, that's why they're excited."</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ummmm....I'm pretty sure they're excited because they ARE dogs.</span><br />
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Humans are so predictable and Mattis is so fluffy.<br />
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I posted my first <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2020/03/suz-vlogs-noisy-neighbor-dirty-hair.html">Vlog on Saturday. </a>It was off the cuff and not very exciting. I had a lot of people view it, but not as many commented, so I'll never do that again.<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">*takes her bouncy ball, leaves the playground and heads home*</span><br />
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Wait, Linds & Lolo watched/read and said it was funny. But Linds also texted me early Sunday morning to let me know that someone left a really nasty & insulting comment; she tried to delete it before I saw it but wasn't able to. She didn't want my feelings to be hurt. <i>How freaking sweet is that? </i><br />
I'm sure some of you have been the victim of this "Boomer hater" too.<br />
<i>No? </i>He/she went on and on for about four paragraphs how Boomers are ruining the world, how everyone HATES boomers,<br />
Wait, here's an excerpt:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Do you boomers realize how universally hated you are? There is not one single demographic that does not hate you- white people, black people, asians, mexicans, indians, chinese, millennials, GenX, GenZ. Something tells me that you boomers are not going to have a very comfortable or easy retirement, especially once you end up in the retirement homes."</span></span><br />
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<i>Aren't Chinese people Asian? </i><br />
This is the most politically incorrect spam I've received.<br />
This week.<br />
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I read it and knew at once it was spam crap and I assured her that it didn't hurt my feelings at all because:<br />
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A) I'll most likely NOT end up in a retirement home because I feel like I might die in a vehicle with the Coach driving long before that.<br />
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B) I'll die being struck by<a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2017/08/this-that-and-other-thing-lightening.html"> lightning one clear summer day </a><br />
(Florida!) while out collecting caterpillars.<br />
AND<br />
I'm not a boomer, I'm Gen X.<br />
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Not that I really give two squats about those titles.<br />
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Also, I should be doing a lot of squats for the sake of my legs.<br />
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Take that you slimy robot with no morals and too much time on your hands!! *As I'm squatting*<br />
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We had a very quiet weekend. I stayed around the house piddling around the garden/yard, doing some laundry, vacuuming out my silverware drawer (it's a thing now) and watching copious amounts of TV.<br />
The Coach went out on the boat fishing with a friend most of Sunday; the weather has been glorious and it'll be over and back to 99* in a minute so it's best to take advantage now.<br />
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FYI: As many times as I've asked him to bring me a pet dolphin from the Gulf, he refuses.<br />
I want this blog to be evidence of the abuse/neglect I live with.<br />
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So, anything new and exciting in your life?<br />
<i>Did you go to a public place and lick the doorknobs? </i><br />
<i>The handrails? </i><br />
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Sharing is caring.<br />
Well, unless its a virus that causes a pan-freakin-demic.<br />
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XOXO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-9014134780153068932020-03-21T10:32:00.000-04:002020-04-29T10:13:40.317-04:00Suz Vlogs; noisy neighbor, dirty hair, butterfliesHappy Saturday.<br />
I never post on the weekends, but I feel like we all need some distractions at this time.<br />
I've also never done a vlog.<br />
This is unprecedented and pretty boring.<br />
Also, I sound very nasally because lately, I am.<br />
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Yes, I talk to the butterflies and the bees; they don't mind if I'm especially nasally this weekend.<br />
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I mentioned this week that Lindsay's juice bar closed down. They had just received an order of produce so yesterday she and the other peeps had to clear everything out.<br />
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She brought over a ton of fresh produce last night, way more than we can ever use. I'm giving a handful to my friend down the street (a family of 6) and keeping just a bit for the two of us.<br />
The rest is going to our friends in Fort Myers who cook and feed the homeless every weekend in a public park. <br />
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<i>Don't you love it when a negative can be turned into a positive?</i> That's some good science right there.<br />
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Dust off the video button on your smartphone and share part of your day to distract the rest of us. <i>Pleeaaase!!!</i><br />
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XOXO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-27341839350656465622020-03-20T08:00:00.000-04:002020-04-29T10:13:26.237-04:00 The one where the dogs are living their best life, Debbie Downer shows up, Suz learns and most likely we're all gonna live. The coach and I might run out of TP, but our dogs will be eating well for the next few weeks.<br />
Their food batch is usually bigger than this, but I could not get my hands on any ground turkey (or any poultry) for the last week; so ground beef, eggs, rice and loads of veggies will suffice.<br />
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They congregate in the kitchen ( nor more than four of us, I swear!) for the entire prep, cooking and jarring, just waiting to lick the pans.<br />
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Lindsay's juice bar officially closed yesterday; she understands, but she's bummed because working is a great distraction.<br />
<i>Did you know that my girls read my blog?</i> {Hi Linds!}<br />
Sometimes they'll call me and talk about something I shared on the blog, but not in real life. Such as the recent <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2019/11/ive-named-her-lunaticthe-neighbor-from.html">crazy azz neighbor</a>.<br />
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I'm sure you haven't slept a wink wondering what I've been up to; get ready to nap.<br />
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*Laundry.<br />
*Eating.<br />
*Listening to music.<br />
*Cleaning out some random drawers (did I have to keep every collar of every dog we've ever had?)<br />
*Watching more TV than usual; I'm on a run of <a href="https://www.hgtv.com/shows/property-brothers">Property Brothers</a> right now; they have about 79 different shows and I like them all.<br />
*Eating.<br />
*Judging people on the Facebook.<br />
*Trying to keep all my monarch caterpillars alive and fed.<br />
*Eating.<br />
*Pulling weeds in the garden of weeden.<br />
*Exercising. But not enough to put a dent in the bad eating. <br />
*Cleaning<br />
*Laundry (how many people live here?)<br />
*Eating<br />
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*Eating==some of that means drinking wine. You're not new here, you knew that.<br />
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I was having a conversation with Lolo recently making a comment about human behavior and she suggested that I go into observational humor. {Hi, Lolo!}<br />
I believe she meant as a means to make $.<br />
Then she remembered that is what I have already been doing for my family and I'll never get paid for it.<br />
<i><b>In the words of Debbie Downer: whaaa whaaa whaaaa </b></i><br />
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<i><b>***</b></i><br />
<i>Would you like to know something that I learned this week that I probably should have learned or known about 40 years ago? </i><br />
<i>Do you?</i><br />
<i>Really? </i><br />
It's kind of silly.....<br />
It's gonna make me look like the facebook people...<br />
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The Coach purchased corned beef this past weekend and said he was going to make pastrami.<br />
Me: <i>Wait, how do you make corned beef into pastrami?</i><br />
Him:<i> You put it in the smoker and voila!</i><br />
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I always kind of wondered what the difference was between pastrami and corned beef; now I know. It only took 52 1/2 years.<br />
FYI: It was good.<br />
But it's not good for you.<br />
But also, I would pair it with a white.<br />
Or a red.<br />
<i>Who really cares at this point.</i><br />
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They officially closed our beaches yesterday. They most likely wouldn't have had to do that if there weren't a bajillion spring breakers congregating IN close PROXIMITY on the beaches.<br />
<i>Ummmm, hello, does anyone understand what social distancing means? </i><br />
I do wonder about people, but I don't want to wonder too much because I'm not getting paid for it.<br />
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So, distract me from any impending doom.<br />
<i>What are you up to? Are you vacillating between doom and sunshine? </i><br />
I still have a lot of faith in our country. I honestly never thought we'd be in this position right now, but I feel we will be on the other side of this in a few weeks. {Praying on bended knee!}<br />
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Share your thoughts.<br />
Maybe I'm a bubblehead. Maybe I'm too optimistic.<br />
Hell, maybe I'm on the wine again.<br />
Sharing is caring.<br />
You too Maddie<br />
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Bee a sharer.<br />
Bee a carer.<br />
Don't be a downer if you can spar-er. (hey, it rhymed!)<br />
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XO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-4698203030225619342020-03-18T10:05:00.000-04:002020-04-29T10:12:26.195-04:00Unintentionally hoarding I'm proud to say that I've not lost my marbles. I actually found four the other day.<br />
Yeah, I'm bragging. <br />
I vacillate between <span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">everything is hunky dory</span>, then remembering that the sky is falling.<br />
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I'm staying at home as much as possible; I'm fortunate to be able to do that.<br />
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The Coach has been going to work and our business is going on as normal. Most of our employees are hourly and they need to work to live; if the building industry stops wanting cabinets and countertops, then we will slow down, but right now, that hasn't happened.<br />
The office staff have their own offices or are in cubicles. The peeps doing manual labor in the factory are spread out and not working too closely.<br />
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Florida has 195 confirmed cases.<br />
Our county has 7 confirmed cases.<br />
Non-essential stores are closing.<br />
Bars/nightclubs are closed.<br />
You know how much I love a good night club, so this is inconvenient. <br />
(I'm really more of a <i>goodnight, club</i> girl)<br />
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I was low on my tube of toothpaste the other night and went into my toothpaste storage drawer (separate from my toothbrush/current toothpaste drawer) and realized I was unintentionally hoarding toothpaste.<br />
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I felt bad.<br />
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If anyone is low on toothpaste, please let me know and I'll share.<br />
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I'm about to have my own epidemic here at home though. I'm experiencing butterfly-palooza and I have more caterpillars than milkweed. It might get ugly.<br />
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A huge potted milkweed plant can go from this:<br />
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{For perspective, the cage is 3ft x 2 ft}<br />
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<i>You remember that book The Hungry Caterpillar?</i> It was not a piece of fiction.<br />
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Monarch caterpillars don't give two sh*ts about social distancing. </div>
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But, they do leave me a lot of sh*t to clean up.<br />
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I feel like a caterpillar hoarder at this point; there must be 70 of these sweet little shi*t making boogers in my biggest cage right now.<br />
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I do have milkweed randomly planted and sprouted throughout the property, but they are also covered with caterpillars.<br />
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*sigh* Having lots of butterflies flittering around our yard is a fantastical problem to have.<br />
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FYI: We never hoarded any TP, but I'm ok with that as we do have several water hoses around the house.<br />
I'm not above and outdoor bidet.<br />
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Bee kind<br />
Bee a nature lover.<br />
Don't bee an intentional hoarder<br />
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<i>So, do my friends who live in the computer have anything good to share? </i><br />
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XOXO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-50879614710699691412020-03-16T11:48:00.000-04:002020-04-29T10:12:01.115-04:00Getting the band back together and getting the guest room back togetherWe are not freaking out here, our family isn't freaking out and our friends aren't freaking out.<br />
I asked the Coach this weekend: <i>Are we in denial? Are we the weird ones?</i><br />
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But, we're <b>not in denial</b> that this is happening, and we aren't losing our marbles either; I'm staying home as much as possible because I still have a cough and I really don't want to frighten anyone.<br />
I've stopped watching the news and I'm about done with the Facebook; too much bad information is worse than no information.<br />
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The silver lining is that Lolo's classes in VA/D.C are canceled and have moved to online courses for a while. SO, she loaded up Mattis on Friday and drove 5 hours south, spent the night with her future mother-in-law and then drove the next day (over 10 hours) and made it home Saturday night.<br />
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When I say home, I mean <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2019/09/new-homeowners-dog-visitors-taking-care.html">HER home with Nathan</a>, not our family home where she was nurtured, loved & adored, then grew up and left us. They live just over an hour north of us. <i>Did I share that Nathan is now a detective and he's also part of the bomb squad?</i> Yeah, I'm not thrilled, but I am proud; he's a good egg.<br />
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So we scheduled a family dinner at their place for Sunday night. How sweet to have her in the same state and that Linds was off work on Sunday too. We picked up Linds on the way to Lolo's and had a great visit. Lolo made chicken pot pies; they were delish and something I've never made myself.<br />
Good old comfort food. I brought a carrot cake which in conversations surrounding the upcoming wedding and Lolo learning about old-timey wedding traditions we renamed it <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fertility_and_religion"><i>The Fertility Cake. </i></a><br />
Since we all ate some, there will be more busy bee family babies soon.<br />
I'm gonna be a Mom and a Grandma!<br />
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We finally have some men here working on the leaking/wall/mold issue in Lolo's old bedroom. You might recall that I noticed the wall of mold just as I started my relationship with <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2020/02/flu-ive-got-you-flu.html">the flu 5 weeks ago. </a> This was the same week that Callie's health was heading south; so it was a really good time. {she's actually doing fine by the way}<br />
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Aside from the drywall and baseboards, we'll have to replace some of the carpet (mold!) and then paint. I'm not a fan of carpet at all, and this room and Lindsay's old room are the only ones that have carpet in them as we updated these rooms top to bottom four years ago; we were in a time crunch, and carpeting was the most timely flooring to put in. *sigh*<br />
Now I need to find a carpet seamer guy. <i>Hey Mr. Carpet man, come seam my carpet. </i><br />
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Thankfully the guys put up a piece of temporary drywall to keep critters out. We already always have more lizards in the house than people, not hoping to have an opossum as well.<br />
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Homeownership is always full of fun surprises!<br />
I'm really not complaining, it could always be worse. <i>Right? </i><br />
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Our upcoming event/trip to Napa has been postponed. But it's all in the name of public safety so I'll not complain one bit.<br />
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<i>How's are my people doing? Freaking out? Is everyone's family healthy? </i><br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-82290402113788656892020-03-13T08:30:00.000-04:002020-04-29T10:11:34.360-04:00The one where I visit a Doctor in a closet and I need a tongue transplant. So, I broke down and finally went to the Dr. yesterday. I really didn't want it to get to that point because, and I hope I'm not telling you something you don't know, but all the sick people are at the Doctors office.<br />
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My regular Dr stopped taking our insurance, so right now I really don't have a regular.<br />
But I am <i>regular</i> in contrast to the lady I will meet up with in line at CVS. <br />
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My friend told me about the <a href="https://www.cvs.com/minuteclinic/?cid=ps_mc&ds_rl=1272965&gclid=EAIaIQobChMIjevrp7uV6AIVCl8NCh2dMg3wEAAYASAAEgJXXvD_BwE&gclsrc=aw.ds">Minute Clinic.</a><i> Have you heard of these?</i> Just a little <strike>closet </strike>office inside CVS and you're seen by a nurse practitioner. I mean, I wouldn't go there if I fell off the roof while pressure washing and had a bone jutting out of my skin, but for my issue it was sufficient.<br />
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I was sure I had a sinus infection and of course, I was right. Sadly, they wouldn't pay ME for the diagnosis, I still had to pay THEM. 'Merica<br />
Anyhoo, I'm on antibiotics, some saline spray, and Flonase. I'm certain I'll be feeling like my normal sassy self in a hot minute.<br />
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The day before I had a bunch of errands to run starting with picking up a package at UPS, then Target.<br />
I went into the UPS place and the lady fetched my package for me. Then I had to sign paperwork and this entire time, I needed to cough. I was holding in my cough. Kind of like holding your pee, but you know in my throat.<br />
Finally, package in hand, papers signed and I almost made it to the door when my body wouldn't hold in the cough one more second.<br />
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<b>*COUGH*</b><br />
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I'm not kidding when I say a lady 4 feet behind me let out a gasp so big, that I know tons of old UPS germs made a beeline for her respiratory system.<br />
Calm down, people.<br />
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After I didn't infect the patrons of the UPS store, I headed to Target for my typical shopping run that I do every 10-14 days. On my list were some various items and apparently a hot ticket item.<br />
No, it wasn't for<a href="https://www.timesunion.com/life/article/Remember-the-Tickle-Me-Elmo-craze-Hot-10781630.php"> Tickle Me Elmo.</a><br />
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*cue the dramatic background music*<br />
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<b> TOILET PAPER</b><br />
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<i>Do you think they had any TP at Target? </i><br />
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Nope. Nada.<br />
<b>Not a square to spare.</b><br />
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I sent a family text complaining about the toilet paper and Linds let on that she is always stocked up and she would share, but only a square.<br />
<b>My people.</b><br />
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The next day after my visit with the minute clinic Dr inside the CVS closet, I purchased a six-pack of <strike>bud </strike>toilet paper like a normal human.<br />
There was a lady behind me that had at least 48 rolls of TP.<br />
My tongue was bleeding from me biting it because I wanted to ask if she needed a referral to a gastro specialist or did she want me to help her find the Imodium to assist with her apparent issue,<br />
but on this day apparently, I had self-control.<br />
Having self-control really takes a bite out of my fun.<br />
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I'm still very confused by it all and it's the last thing I would think of hoarding.<i> </i><br />
<i>Food? </i>Sure.<br />
<i>Medicine?</i> Yeah.<br />
<i>Wine? </i>Absofreakinglutely.<br />
<i>Toilet paper?</i> Not even on my radar.<br />
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If anyone could clarify, please let me know.<br />
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<i>Bueller? </i><i>Bueller? </i><br />
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Last night as I was almost finished with dinner (the chores!)<br />
I said to the Coach, <i>can I still have ice cream if I don't finish my chicken? </i>(I told you I'm 12)<br />
<i>Oh, nevermind, we don't have any ice cream.</i><br />
His response: <i>I'll take you out for ice cream, but you have to stay in the car so you don't scare anyone.</i><br />
<b>My people. </b><br />
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I decided I didn't really want ice cream, although the prospect of having it delivered to the car was appealing.<br />
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I already shared two nonsensical posts this week and I was thinking that was enough, but this one's for you, <a href="https://agracefull-life.com/">Kari</a>.<br />
*holds bud light up in the air*<br />
Wait, I don't drink beer.<br />
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Wishing everyone a healthy weekend doing something fun and by fun, I don't mean hoarding paper products.<br />
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Bee sweet.<br />
Bee healthy.<br />
Bee a good human.<br />
Damnit.<br />
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XOXO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-4428407247381332422020-03-11T08:00:00.000-04:002020-03-11T08:24:23.553-04:00Cartwheel----Fart-wheelOne of my <a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2020/02/hey-soul-sister.html">soul sisters</a> (Kelly) sent me this video the other day.<br />
We do that, send each other random videos or pics, umm, randomly when we come across them in our phone.<br />
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My response was:<i> "No wonder I didn't make the Olympic team, my legs are far from straight."</i><br />
But I did stick the landing.<br />
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This was from<a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2016/09/busy-bee-birthday-beach-week.html"> my 49th birthday</a>, where we spent a relaxing week on Fort Myers beach.<br />
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Oh, to be 49 again. <br />
I know it was only three and a half years ago, but a lot has happened in those three and a half years; as in, I'm three and a half years older.<br />
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That was a lot of halves.<br />
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There was a time when I was obsessed with gymnastics. I took lessons for a few years, starting at age 6 or 7 until I was asked politely about not coming to the classes since my mom stopped paying; around the age of 12.<br />
That didn't stop me from flailing my body around trying new moves on the grass, carpet, couches, off the side of the pool, etc. for many years after that.<br />
<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nadia_Com%C4%83neci">Nadia Comaneci</a> was my shero.<br />
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Good news, I just checked and I can still do a cartwheel.<br />
Bad news, my window of Olympic stardom has closed.<br />
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I love the phrase 'fart-wheel' because I still have a sense of humor like a 12-year-old.<br />
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Raise your hand if you can do a cartwheel.<br />
Raise both if fart-wheel made you laugh.<br />
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XO<br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-56786405377947787242020-03-09T10:02:00.001-04:002020-03-09T10:29:41.465-04:00The one where I complain about overly excited people!!<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">A few posts back I was complaining (shocker) about the<a href="https://www.busybeesuz.com/2020/01/things-i-dont-want-to-see-or-hear-or.html"> overuse of exclamation points.</a> I believe I might have scared (or scarred) a few of you thinking that you overuse them too.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">You don't.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I'm sure this post will make me sound b*tchy, but please don't hate me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And I had to add them to the title too because I'm wearing my sassy pants today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">This is what I was talking about, I copied these from the Facebook:</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 14px;">Happy Birthday Becky!!!! The big 21!!!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 14px;">I just still can’t believe my baby is 21!!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 14px;">Hope you have a wonderful day!!! </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 14px;">You are such a beautiful young woman, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 14px;">You are kind, helpful, so very caring to everyone!! I’m so very proud to be your Mom! All your accomplishments, all your hard work, so much ahead for you!! I can’t believe you are almost a senior in College!! Love you!!!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">I miss my Harley! Only gone 6 months but I think of her every day!</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 14px;">She may have saved our lives! </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: 14px;">RIP Harley!</span><br />
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"There is really only one rule when it comes to the exclamation mark: don’t use it. This is an exaggeration of course! In fact, rare usage is the point: the Chicago Manual of Style says the exclamation mark ‘should be used sparingly to be effective.’"</span></h4>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Me neither, we should celebrate with a margarita though. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">That's it for my complaints today. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Wait, I take it back, I'm gonna complain about myself. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Yesterday marked FOUR weeks that I started with my flu symptoms. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The cough hasn't left me. It slowed down a bit, but it refuses to vacate my body.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Guess how I was feeling yesterday? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">C*R*A*P*P*Y</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I coughed/choked most of the night.<i> Am I having a relapse? Is it the common cold?</i> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Dr. Suz also wonders if it's a sinus infection. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Don't even mention the C-word that I'm sick of hearing. *dusting off my shank*</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I'm sure I'll live, but I'm ready to feel healthy again. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I mean, I'm ready to feel healthy AGAIN<b>!!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I'm far from being an English major. <i>More like a grammar minor?</i> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Nevermind, I'm over 21. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Does it bother you when I change fonts? Or when I use<i> italics? How about when I refer to Facebook as The Facebook? </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I used to be guilty of using too many ellipses...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Now....I'm trying to wean myself from them...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">.....it's difficult because they are so addicting...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Anything you feel the need to get off your chest today? </i> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I'm also talking to YOU way in the back who never comments; I know you have something to say. </span><br />
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Busy Bee Suzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18115487928147732314noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635076072099576088.post-38711439793934062792020-03-05T09:57:00.001-05:002020-03-05T09:57:15.948-05:00Random thoughts on shanking, sewing, clothes, and how I used to go by the name Sue<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">*Suz coughs*</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Random person: <i>Do you have the coronavirus?</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If one more person asks me if I have the virus, I'm gonna shank them. </span><br />
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I was thinking the other day how people don't make their own clothes anymore. When I was a kid, most if not all my clothes were homemade. My Grandma (the cigarette feeding one) and my Mom made them for me. <i>Was it to save money? Was it because the stores didn't sell cute clothes? </i><br />
<i>Or was it just the norm in the '60s and '70s?</i><br />
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I recall my G'ma had her sewing machine set up 24/7 in the Florida room of her Miami Springs house. <i>Sue, you need a new dress?</i> Go pick out some fabric and I'll whip up a dress for you.<br />
Wam, bam, thank you Gram.<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">*I just made myself LOL*</span><br />
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I remember being around 12 and my Mom's BFF Connie whipped up some pants for her daughters Jodie, Mary and I in her makeshift sewing room. <i>Sue, what color do you want? </i>I chose purple because I felt like royalty.<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">*There I go again, LOL-ing at myself* </span><br />
I remember the pants were considered 'elephant pants' at the time. Do you remember those? Wide-legged?<br />
I felt really cool going to school the next day with my new pants.<br />
Then I felt really hot at recess because they were not breathable and I live in Florida. Also, I wasn't able to stand near my mom and her ciggies because polyester is very flammable.<br />
But hey, I had new pants; I was hot.<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">*I did it again.*</span><br />
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I have no direction today...just feeling kind of nostalgic for some reason.<br />
Menopause? PMS? Old age? I'll pay a million <strike>dollars</strike> cents to anyone who can figure out what's happening in my head.<br />
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***If I were a country singer, my name would be MiRANDOM Lambert***<br />
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The Coach's Mom made most of his clothes too as a kid. She was a professional seamstress, so that makes a lot of sense.<br />
I can sew on a button, mend a blown-out crotch, and other minor things, but I can't create a piece of clothing.<br />
You do realize the blown-out crotch isn't a medical thing, but a clothing thing. <i>Right?</i><br />
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Lolo loves to sew and learned a lot while sitting on her Grandma's (Coach's mom) lap. She has several sewing machines and just taught herself how to do hand embroidery.<br />
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OMG. I just remembered that my Mom used to embroider too. No wonder she didn't have time to make us a proper meal, she was crafting! Thank goodness we didn't have the internet when I was a kid or I might still be wearing diapers.<br />
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If Bev were alive, she would LOL at that one.<br />
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I know I have a bajillion pics of me somewhere wearing some of the cute outfits that were homemade, but can I find them when I need them? hells no.<br />
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But I did find my very first topless pic; apparently, we were out of fabric this week.<br />
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So, when I was in elementary school, it was too daunting for me to write out Suzanne.<br />
I recall my Dad calling me Sue all the time. It must have been daunting for him too.<br />
So, I went by Sue.<br />
Now, I go by Cookie.<br />
Just kidding.<br />
Unless you think Cookie will stick because I really like it.<br />
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XOXO<br />
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