As blogged by Suz

When the people of target annoy you and we have a bizarre Lost & Found department.

I had a Who Moved My Cheese moment last week at Target. I knew in my head that I hadn’t been there in a while, but I didn’t realize how long until I looked at my Target App. (there’s an app for that because there’s an app for everything) It had been over 7 weeks. SEVEN. Before the United States Dumpster Fire started, I was a once-a-week Target girl. I kept asking (anyone who would listen) “Do you think Target is gonna go out of business since I’m not going as much?”

I was actually pretty excited about my shopping trip, but sadly my excitment quickly turned to slight panic and not at the Disco. I was lost as hell because during my shopping absence the Target People remodeled/rearranged the ENTIRE store. Without my permission; what is this world coming to?

Are you old enough to remember the book Who Moved My Cheese?

She found what, where?

I have a text thread with my girls; My DNA Squad. Don’t tell their Dad, he’ll be seriously jealous.

To answer her question, yes, she used to pack heat. And also sew. And also was possibly the most unorganized person ever; hence ammo in her sewing basket. I’ll have to check her revolver for some thread. Lolo confirmed that the sewing basket still smelled like Grandma’s apartment.

I miss that unorganized lady like crazy.

I found what, where?

Last weekend my Great Niece was here visiting for the day. We broke out the girls Barbie house and accessories. Lots and lots of accessories.

I sent a text to the girls letting them know we were dusting off the Barbies.

One accessory didn’t belong in the Barbie box at all.

I removed the play scissors from Barbies’ poor ear before Kinsley was traumatized.

Can you imagine what I found in that little box within the Barbie box?

Don’t ya love a cliffhanger? I’ve got to figure out a way for you to return to this nonsense.


As blogged by Suz

#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.