Tag: Say what?

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

The one where I might be lazy, but not gassy.

I had to run a few errands yesterday, and when I got home I stopped to pick up a few amazon boxes left by our gate. Hmmmm…..do you also order things and forget what you ordered? It’s like Christmas for me every couple of weeks.

Anyhoo, I brought them in the house with some other stuff out of my car and sat the boxes on the mudroom counter. I then went about my normal stuff; stripping out of my hot clothes, (when the heat index is 108*, all clothes are hot clothes) getting some water, giving Callie her afternoon cookie, feeding some caterpillars, etc…. I finally sat down at the kitchen island where my laptop was resting so I could send some emails. I looked over at the Amazon boxes and thought: I should open those, but the mudroom counter is about 12 feet from where my butt was now residing.

Instead, I went into my Amazon account and saw what was delivered. I can’t believe I admitted that to the world. I was kinda shocked at myself, but now I know what’s in those boxes without getting up. So, lazy? Or genius?

I will not name names, but just know that it wasn’t ME who said this. Recently *someone* told me that they’ve been having bouts of farting and they smell like blackberries and hot garbage. I can’t make that up…blackberries and hot garbage.

I make a smoothie each morning. (I call it my joint smoothie, not because of pot, but because the ingredients are made for my aging joints)

I add a few pieces of mixed frozen fruit for flavor, and usually a blackberry will make it’s way in there and then I’m scared I’m going to be blowing out that interesting combination. IT was NOT ME that said I’d been having issues like that. I.swear.to.babyJesus. And fear not, the outcome has not happened, BUT, I can’t see a blackberry and not think of it.

Please note, that I DID get up and walk the 6 feet to the refrigerator to snap a pic of my frozen non-farting fruit. NOT. SO.LAZY for the win.

I’m still getting flowers delivered every two weeks and these might be my favorite so far; so summery. Do you blog? Do you share photos? I will bet you an egg salad sammich (gas inducing!) that a comment will come through that just acknowledges the flowers. I don’t think ALL people like to read words, but really do enjoy looking at pretty pictures.

I don’t really care that much, but I find it funny. One day, I’ll make a post about death and destruction, but add in lots of pretty pictures. *giggle giggle* That makes me laugh just thinking about it. Thank goodness I’ve not lost my sense of humor in all the hellfire.

Wishing you all a nice weekend doing something that isn’t gas inducing. Unless, that’s your jam. Who am I to judge?

XOXO