Thank You Baby Jesus and Sajib. Also, I’m Doing My First Poll & It’s Not Even The Dance Type.

Poll, Pole? I suppose, there is a difference.


You guys, you almost lost me and I’d hate to think how that might affect your lives.

I kid. But, not really. I was at my wits end and almost scrapped it all, flushed it down the drain, threw it out with the garbage, tossed it into my past. My blog that is.

After much going back and forth with the WordPress people and me completely screwing up my blog trying to fix it, my newest favorite person Sajib, saved the day. Please note his job title:

Where do you go to get a degree in happiness engineering? Sign.me.up.

I’m back in the business of not making money.

I am NEVER ever moving my blog again. NEVER.


Even the best of friends can disagree

A little backstory: My girlfriend Kelly and I are in general, twins, soul sisters. We have the same outlook on life, politics, life in general. We laugh at the same things. We enjoy the same movies/TV. We eat the same way; we can almost always split a meal because we enjoy the exact same foods. We enjoy the exact same wine. We tend to wear the same type of clothing, although, she’s a skinny Minnie and I am not any longer considered a skinny anything. We’ve showed up places wearing almost the same clothing more times than I can count over the last 30 years.

Kelly and Don have been integral with setting up the mountain house; Don hung all the TV’s, helped Coach set up wifi, Sonos, cameras, etc…Kelly is my decorator du jour because we essentially have the same taste. To be clear, we essentially have the same excellent taste, just ask us.

BUT, one thing we did not agree with was the fact that she thought I needed and iron and ironing board for the mountain house. I don’t think anyone will ever use it. I have not pulled out my ironing board in a few years. I do have a steamer, but even that hasn’t seen the light of day in at least 10 months.

Some of my favorite people do polls on their blog (Ally Bean & Kari) and I really enjoy them. Well, Kari had one regarding farts this past week, so, it’s a *crapshoot* regarding the topic.

*I made myself LOL

So, I’m getting on the poll board. Please share your thoughts so I can tell Kelly she’s a lunatic.

And speaking of irons, because who doesn’t

My Mom was a waitress most of her life and her polyester uniforms always needed to be ironed. She (or I) generally ironed them in our kitchen area on an ironing board. BUT, sometimes, she ironed them in her bedroom. On.her.bed.

This one time (not at band camp) she forgot to turn off the iron. Mom, Mark and I were out and when we returned to our apartment, it was smoky and smelly as hell. Way worse than Kari’s farts. I still remember the firemen dragging the mattress down our carpeted stairs and out the front door. Burnt fibers from the bed and our melted green carpet everywhere. Ummm.., have you ever smelled burnt rubber? Pretty damn bad. When I went to school the next day, everyone asked me why I smelled so weird; as if 7th grade could have been any worse. We couldn’t sleep in our apartment for many nights and all clothing and linens inside had to be laundered. My Mom was horrified at what had happened. *sigh*

To wrap this up:

My blog is working properly.

Even soul sisters can find something to disagree about.

I’ve added my first poll and I need to know your thoughts.

Don’t iron on your bed. Or, just don’t iron.

Old ladies {and} hair seem to be a running theme.

I had an epiphany this past week. If I were a normal human, it would be about something really deep and life changing. But my epiphany came when I was at a red light next to a bus for an assisted living community. I noticed a photo of an older couple on the back of the bus and they were so smiley and happy. Then I noted the ladies’ hair style.

Surely, this question can’t offend anyone, well, at least I hope not but do all older ladies have the same hairstyle?

Wait, what even constitutes being an old lady anymore since people live to be 100 or more? 79? 85?

I digress; this all led me to wonder what my old lady hair style would be and what day next week will I wake up with it?

Image borrowed from House Beautiful.

Who else misses the Golden Girls? *Suz raises one hand furiously while holding her bat wing with the other*

And then I delved even further into my head and wondered if I’m ALREADY equipped with my old lady hairstyle. I mean, I have a version of the classic bob. Is that old lady-ish? Am I one pin curl away from needing assistance and living with a gaggle of Golden girls? These are the things that fill my head and keep me from remembering simple algebra or where I left my cell phone.

Speaking of old ladies

It was yet again time for us to make dog food for Callie and Max. The Coach and I had a conversation prior to going to Costco for the ingredients that went something like this:

Coach: Do you think we should make our full batch of food? I mean, Max is going back to live with Lolo soon, and Callie, well Callie might leave sooner than that.

Me: OR she might outlive us. Lets make a big batch and put that positivity out in the universe.

Coach: You’re right, and she’s doing so good, she might be the one animal we have that perhaps will just ‘go in her sleep’.

*Suz rolls her eyes knowing full well we could never be that lucky*

Big batch of dog food it is!

I’m not sure if I shared how freaking happy they are to ‘lick the pans’ after their food is prepared; they know as soon as I get the food processor out that today will be a glorious day! *turn down your volume or put in some earplugs.*

Their biggest challenge with licking the pans (I don’t know this from experience) is that the pans actually MOVE. Look at me, giving the dogs a treat AND exercising them at the same time.

Smartie pants Max finally learned to put his paw foot down and lick until his licker was tired.

This is our last week in September. Goodness, that escalated quickly! So, next week things will be normal? Boring? Standing on my tippy toes: PLEASE, PLEASE!?!?

Well, that’s all the nonsense I have for today. Did you have an epiphany this week? Did it involve serious thoughts like mine or are you focused on minor worries like world peace or politics?

XO