Speaking Of Elevators And Elephants

A little levity after scaring all of you. Scaring? Scarring? Samesies.

I obviously have to push past my fear of elevators, as they are a part of my life on occasion.

But one thing I can’t get over, is saying OUT LOUD each time I’m in an elevator:

WHERE IS THE ELEPHANT ELEVATOR OPERATOR?

Do you remember this classic? The Elephants job was to operate the elevator, but he was so large that no one could fit in there while he was working.

This is one of my favorite Sesame Street skits from when my girls were little. Ironically, they don’t remember this one.

They were probably busy reading books or playing outside using their imagination while I was watching their show.

*shrugs shoulders in wonderment*

I’m a fan of irony, Sesame Street, and singing elephants. TRIFECTA.

I might be an adult, but I’m still tickled by Elmo‘s friends and I can’t help but giggle each time I watch this.

Are you tickled that I shared this ear worm with you today?

XOXO

The Family Heirlooms. You Lost What? Sit Where? Don’t Go Chasing Criminals.

We are down to the wedding wire this week. Some cute tidbits to share, and then I might be mostly MIA.

Lolo was discussing final thoughts/expectations with her photographer. The photographer asked about some special family items for the ‘detail’ shots. Detail shots are pics of the rings, shoes, dress, etc. Lauren asked me if we had any family heirlooms/jewelry/etc that I might want in the detail shots on the wedding day.

Me: The only thing I can think of that has been in the family is that box of baby teeth from my Mom to me to you & your sister.

We had a good laugh imagining the photographer’s face if we added the open box teeth next to the wedding rings.


Linds came over this weekend, and the two of us put together The Wedding Favors. Did you have them? I’m told that most people don’t even do them anymore. We threw a little bag of Jordan Almonds and personalized matches on the tables for our fancy shindig back in ’91.

Holy mackerel, I still have some of the matchbooks, 30 years later!

Lauren opted for some nice chocolates, popcorn and a bottle of Fiji water. I thought it was a good idea. Maybe someone might want to go watch a movie AFTER the wedding, they would be snack set.

We never buy Fiji water, so this was fancy in my book.

Almost everything has gone smoothly aside from her wackadoo seamstress who lost her veil last week. *sigh* The lady was great at sewing, but very unorganized and talks way too much. Lolo ordered another veil and it has arrived.

Linds is printing up the final seating/table number directory this week. Directory? That’s probably not the correct term, but you know what I mean. You can’t have people NOT knowing where to sit. Remember how some can’t even RSVP? Can you imagine if you left them up to sit in the correct spot?

Linds and I were going over the seating chart and she was annoyed when she saw that there was another Lindsay at the wedding, but This Lindsay spelled her name wrong, she used and E where there should be an A. {Lindsey}

My Lindsay: I’m gonna change her spelling to the correct way!

If you didn’t know it before, we are here to right all the wrongs in the world.

And then my funny girl noted: Hey, there are also two people named Plus One. What a coincidence.

A week before the wedding and two people still can’t commit to who their date will be.


The bride is stressed, but that comes with the territory. Luckily she is not a bridezilla, which I knew she wouldn’t be.

She only has one more ‘work’ day this week before the festivities. The Coach and I were on the phone with her a few days ago and we were discussing how we were all being extra careful to NOT catch covid. (can you imagine if we had to miss or cancel the big day?)

Lolo, being the one who has more interactions with people, would be the most likely one to catch it. Her father had some great advice: Hey, this next week, just let people get away with crimes. Don’t chase anyone down, just let them go this week. What is the Call Sign for “he’s running faster than me”, yeah, whatever that is, just call that one in as you hardly make a chase.”

Amazing advice, especially if you’re a criminal in her area.

What are your thoughts on wedding favors? I know she didn’t want anything ‘wasteful’ or tacky. Shot glasses with their names on them were a no-go.

Signed, The Mother Of Not Bridezilla.

XOXO

The Elite And Puzzling Club

When we were in GA for July fourth festivities, there was a puzzle I’d started on the dining room table; my goal was to finish OR move it before our guests arrived as I needed to feed 10 people on that very table. I had the forethought of having Coach make for me OR purchasing a large tray that I could put my puzzles on that could easily be picked up and moved out of sight and out of harms way when you have a slew of peeps in your presence.

I skipped asking him about it and found what I needed online. Don’t you love that? I didn’t know these items existed, but I knew I needed one. There were many many choices of puzzle trays, bags, rolling-up-thingys.

I made my choice and anticipated it’s arrival. It was kind of pricey, but I thought I would use this over and over and get my $ worth.

As I was opening up the large box with the puzzle tray/bag/organizer the Coach looked at me with a puzzled face. What’s that?

I gave a simple answer: There is a lot to this, but basically it’s for me to keep my puzzle stuff organized and I can move the puzzle without making a mess of it.

Coach: Oh, and you can to take it to the Puzzle Club

Now it’s Suz’s turn to look puzzled: What? What is a puzzle club?

Isn’t that where you take your puzzle and all your friends also bring their puzzle and you just work on your own puzzles, but together?

I busted out laughing. NO, NO, I’m not going to join a puzzle club.

It dawned on me later that he might have been thinking of the years that I did scrapbooking and I actually DID pack up all my scrapbook paraphernalia and join a group of friends to work on our scrapbooks together. Still, the thought of a puzzle club was hilarious.

We’re The Pink Ladies But With Less Nicotine Or Chances Of An Accidental Pregnancy

Cut to our friends arrival. I’d moved my partially finished puzzle on its new tray to the porch and they were like Moths to a Flame.

We found ourselves around the puzzle while having our morning coffee; catching up, talking about family, life, laughing, etc…

I told them about Coach’s Puzzle Club Statement and they all giggled and agreed that it really IS a good idea. We are all so snarky. Why not have a Puzzle Club? I could be the President of the North Georgia Chapter. *Me imagining how I would reign over my devotees*

We again found ourselves around the puzzle while having wine in the evenings, waiting for the guys grill some dinner. Talking about life, talking crap, laughing, etc…

Behold Suz: The Puzzle Club President on her way to a meeting. {talk about some baggage}

Of course, when people were behaving badly, I would announce that They Were OUT Of The Club! Hey, I run a tight ship Club. It was a running joke for the entire long weekend.

When the first puzzle was finally completed, everyone was pleased with their progress and input. Of course, they said they didn’t want to see another puzzle for a long time, but I knew better.

I pulled out a Map of the United States puzzle, they groaned and walked to it like an addict needing a fix. If they were a moth to a flame with the first one, this time they were Flies To dog shit Manure. They couldn’t help themselves.

This time our friend Steve decided to join in the club. None of the men had even given our puzzle a second look until now; I had no idea Steve was a geography fan.

I was thinking I might have enact a 12 step program for some of them or just send them home. Thankfully, It was time for them to go home anyway, so they got a pass after the U.S puzzle had a good portion started.

Hours after they departed, my Aunt and Uncle arrived as they were doing some work on their new home in our ‘hood. Look who also couldn’t ignore a puzzle? Damn, it’s in my genes.

A few days later AT and UJ also left and Suz had some one-on-one time with the U.S puzzle.

Can you imagine my disappointment when I realized we were missing TWO pieces?

I texted our group asking who sabotaged this puzzle? No one fessed up. I’m thinking it was one of our friends who were NOT invited into the club; perhaps one of the Thunderbirds minus Steve. You know how jealousy affects some people.


I have fond memories of visiting my grandparents at their home in Miami and they always had a puzzle in progress on a table in their Florida room. You know, that was just what old people did. Guess who is OLD now? I didn’t realize I enjoyed puzzles until the pandemic. They are very relaxing and remove me away from my laptop/phone for a bit; I call it puzzle therapy.


This will be my last post for a while as I’m putting my energy towards writing my Manifesto for the Club.

Puzzles: Do you love ’em or hate ’em?

Signed, your favorite nerdy Puzzle Club President.

XOXO