Cartwheel—-Fart-wheel

One of my soul sisters (Kelly) sent me this video the other day.
We do that, send each other random videos or pics, umm, randomly when we come across them in our phone.

My response was: “No wonder I didn’t make the Olympic team, my legs are far from straight.”
But I did stick the landing.

This was from my 49th birthday, where we spent a relaxing week on Fort Myers beach.

Oh, to be 49 again.
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.

That was a lot of halves.

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.
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.
Nadia Comaneci was my shero.

Good news, I just checked and I can still do a cartwheel.
Bad news, my window of Olympic stardom has closed.

I love the phrase ‘fart-wheel’ because I still have a sense of humor like a 12-year-old.

Raise your hand if you can do a cartwheel.
Raise both if fart-wheel made you laugh.

XO

I can still hear the squeak of the squeegee

It took me over 2 hours to clean the glass in the family room/foyer/sitting area the Saturday after Christmas.

If I cleaned windows for a living, we’d be living in squalor because I didn’t even clean the top rectangular ones and I was exhausted AND it felt like it took me forever.

I told you we had 5 dogs here over Christmas, correct? Three of them really don’t understand how glass works. Who’s wild idea was it to live in a glass house? 

The house was vacuumed Christmas eve morning and exactly 24 hours later, it needed to be vacuumed again. 
And then 24 more hours, vacuumed again. 
Who invented long-haired dogs anyway? Not.this.girl.

I removed Christmas from the front of the living areas and then I started working on the backside with that big ole tree in there.

I’ve meant to blog a few years ago about my Christmas storage that I’m slightly obsessed with.

I told the girls that when I’m gone, they’re to split my jewelry and purses, and when we’re both gone, they can split my Christmas storage because it’s that valuable. I’ve been adding pieces each year. {Sounds like wedding china} I think I’m done now as I’ve added in a tree storage thingy and light storage this year, and I have three ornament boxes and a wrapping container.

Aside from my family, friends, butterflies, bees, and dogs, storage and organization is my favorite thing. Ever.

I hope everyone is off to a good start for 2020. We had a very quiet NYE; the Coach and I had a nice dinner out at our favorite pizza place, then back to the comforts of our home.
Two of my girlfriends from down the street came over to share some wine and conversation with us.
Any night/holiday that is without complicated plans and includes wine is my kind of night.
Nice and easy. Like me. 🙂

Happy Monday.
XOXO

The little things and the little nothings that keep Suz sane and happy.


Sometimes it’s the littlest things that make me happy.
Like finding one of my favorite NZ wines at Total Wine this week.

I had a flashback to our trip to New Zealand and how much Kelly and I loved visiting this (unknown to us at the time) winery. ‘Twas a great day and a great trip.

A majority of the big trips that I’ve had, I say, “I don’t need to go again, let’s see something new”, but I don’t feel that way about New Zealand.
NoSireeBobCatTail.

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Sometimes it’s the fact that I can put my head in the sand, and not know what is happening outside my little world that brings me happiness.

I know that a lot of people like to watch the news, read the papers, be in the “know” about what is happening all around the world.
Me? I honestly do better just tending to my home, garden, my people, my community, keep the dirty clothes hamper empty, etc….
I get overwhelmed with the worries of the world, the sadness, the despair of it all.
And guess what, sometimes it’s pretty damn depressing. So, if something really important happens and I need to know, the Coach will inform me. He’s very much ‘up to date’ with the world outside our area code.

Also, doing laundry pays around here.
I found $150 in the dryer this week.

Don’t tell Uncle Sam.

We’ve been so very busy lately. Lots of house projects finishing up before Turkey day and the Coach is inundated with work-work. But that is something we never complain about; work-work brings in the laundry cash.

Have a great weekend!
XOXO