We’ve got nuts, yes we do, we’ve got nuts, how about you?

We’re nuts

The other day I was walking out the door to run some errands when I remembered that I needed to replenish my car snacks. NEEDED TO. Lord help us all, especially those in traffic with me if I’m on the road and hungry.

I went into the pantry for my car nuts only to realize that we are nut hoarders. Well, not a pantry per se but a snack/cracker/nut hoarding holding drawer.

*My name is Suzanne, and I’m a nut hoarder*

I was astonished to find 15 bags.

15. Plus, of course, peaNUT butter.

And that doesn’t include my container of baking nuts, we must keep those nuts separate.

My favorite nuts to stash in my car.

I giggled when I found deep in the hoarding drawer a few bags of peanuts from SW Airlines (we haven’t flown that airline in at least 4 years and I hope to never again) and two nut packs that came with Chic Fil A’ salads.

I’m like a damn squirrel preparing for end times with all my nut hiding hoarding.

ArraNuts

Ok, this is off topic, but still nutty.

My Mom’s Dad, G’pa Sullivan, who I refer to as my grumpy grandpa had a few favorite sayings. He was essentially a little nutty, but of course, everyone has a few nuts in the family.

His go to phrase was “oh nuts” but with his weird Pennsylvania/Jersey accent and possibly all.the.beer it came out arra nuts.

One year when I was around 13, he was living with my Aunt and Uncle and we spent quite a bit of time together. My brother Mark, four years older than I and four years ahead in sarcasm, decided for Grandpas birthday we would bake him a cake.

We decorated the top of it with whole walnuts lining the outside edge and on the center, we spelled out in nuts: “Arra nuts.”

I can’t believe I turned down Art School to attend Cosmetology college.

There is a photo somewhere at my Aunts house of the evidence. I honestly wish I could remember what my G’pa had to say about the cake…or if he even got it. But, damn, we are a sassy family.

So, this post was about my hoarding issues and that my family might be nuts.

Anything you care to share about your hoarding or nutty family members? Sharing is caring and it’s cheaper to do it here than in the therapist’s office.

XOXO

#27 The one where she made me a mother

I always knew I wanted to be a mother, but I wasn’t fully prepared for our Lauren. Who really is prepared though? I’m still so surprised that the silly people at the hospital JUST LET US WALK OUT WITH HER. We were clueless.

She was a beautiful & healthy baby, and for that I am STILL thankful. Although she didn’t love to sleep as much as I did, and, as cute a she was, she regurgitated almost daily and usually on my work clothes before I could leave the house. Can one every forget the smell of formula throw up? No, one can not.

Ya’ll, she was the most rambunctious toddler on the planet and I had less patience than I’d like to admit. My Mom said that I was the same way; always moving, climbing, busy, a little blonde monkey. I declared one day in a fit of exhaustion that she would be an only child. Thank goodness that didn’t come to fruition because Linds balanced everything out with her calmness.

But, today that spirited little monkey is 27. All I can say is, that escalated quickly. Some days I feel 27 myself so it’s surreal that my Lolo is a full grown adult who has graduated college, graduated the police academy at the top of the her class, served as a LEO and is now completing her Masters Degree. Oh, and did I tell you she’s getting married next year? Did I just hear you sigh? HA!

Lolo and Farrah Fawcett; she got her baby-gator-head from her Dad.

What did she want for her 27th birthday?

She asked for what every 27 year old dreams of: A composter!

As a bonus, I also sent her worm casings (compost starter) and 500 worms from Uncle Jims worm farm. To say she was excited, was an understatement.

Sadly, Linds had to work and wasn’t able to join us for lunch this weekend. Also, I just realized we’re all wearing blue. #backtheblue

Coach and I had lunch with Lolo and Nathan Saturday; the eating part was quick, but we sat and talked for another hour. When we were driving home I mentioned how happy I was that she met such a nice young man; he’s just perfect for her, he’s kind, funny, caring, always happy, overall a really human. Then I noted that his parents are pretty damn lucky too because our Lolo is such a great person too; no drama, no baggage, she has such a sweet disposition and isn’t a psycho witch. Which is a compliment, right?

I can’t wait to see where life takes these two and how many grandkids I can get out of them .

See, it is ALL about me.

Wishing our Lolo the best of life in this next year and then forevah.

xoxo