This, That & The Other Thing. The Video/TV Edition; Now With More Blonde Moments.

I’m still blown away with the viral video of the guy who became famous for drinking Cranberry juice while catching a ride behind a truck on his skateboard; was it a phenomenal video? No. Did you know he did this because his vehicle broke down and he was hitching a ride and decided to tik Tok himself? When I was a kid, you weren’t supposed to tik tok yourself; it was frowned upon.

Isn’t it silly how our world is now? You do one thing, be it funny, good, bad or otherwise and you can become famous. I’d rather not be famous; think of the things you can’t get away with. But this silly video brought new life into the Fleetwood Mac Song too; so I suppose that is a positive.

Cash me outside boo.

The Coach and I watched Hillbilly Elegy on Netflix this past weekend. It was really good; a true story of a rural family struggling with drug use. Glenn Close? THE Transformation. It’s kind of sad family tale, that tugs at my soft heart, but spoiler alert, there is a semi-happy ending. Hey, if you’re knee deep in Hallmark movies, this will be a departure.

You know that song Is This Love by Bob Marley? It’s one of my favorites and it plays quite a bit on my John Mayer Pandora station that I listen to all.the.time. One line always perplexed me though and forgive me, but I often have these blonde moments.

Wanna love you and treat you right
I wanna love you
Every day and every night
We’ll be together
With a roof right over our heads
We’ll share the shelter
Of my single bed
We’ll share the same room, yeah

For Jah provide the breadIs this love, is this love, is this love, is this love that I’m feelin’?
Is this love, is this love, is this love, is this love that I’m feelin’?

OF MY SINGLE BED. For the longest time I couldn’t figure out why he would add in what size bed he was sleeping on? Was he proud that he couldn’t afford or have room for a queen bed, much less a king size? What grown man sleeps on a single/twin sized bed? And then one day, a lightbulb went off and I realized he just meant the one bed. ONE BED SUZANNE!

HA! Seriously, this is almost as bad as when I thought Justin Timberlakes song: “SexyBack” meant someones actual BACK; like they’ve been working out ridding themselves of back fat. *slaps hand to forehead after I realized what he meant* Stella getting her groove back, etc…

Pic borrowed from here

I never said it was easy being me….you’d be exhausted too!

Please, tell me your best screwed up song lyrics!

Make it a good day.


Have You Looked Under Your Bed Lately?

My friend Kelly suggested to me a few weeks ago that I should listen to a podcast she stumbled upon called Haunted AF. She learned how much I enjoy podcasts on our last drive up to GA; it’s a great way to pass the time.

This Haunted podcast is basically two hosts who talk with real people and their ghostly encounters. Some are your regular run of the mill ghosts, you know, Casper the friendly one, but some mention encounters with demons. Regular ghosts frighten me, but demons, devils & satan? They scare the BeJesus out of me.

I just drank holy water after I typed that.

I was hanging with the podcasts and this kind of being scared stuff until I listened to a podcast where people who were listening TO the podcasts were saying that they were starting to have MORE ghostly encounters and they thought it was BECAUSE they were listening to the podcasts. As if a ghost can travel through a podcast. Right? I mean that is preposterous!

Can we blame a haunting on my bad hair in 7th grade?

Earlier this week I had some time in the car, so I gave it a try. I was enjoying it in a kind of scared, but still interested type of way.

*Suz looks deeper into her car speaker*

Literally the hairs were standing up on the back of my neck as I listened to a few stories from podcast listeners who were having said encounters. So, I immediately stopped listening to the podcasts because I was not taking a chance on my ghost trying to invade my life again. No flipping way Jose.

That post/link right up there is 100% true and I pray to never relive something like that again. If you care to read it, this is part two of that link up there.

I still get chills reading it, because it’s so vivid in my mind it could have been yesterday and not 40 years ago.

13 year old Suz; haunted AF

If you’re into scary stories and you aren’t afraid of them coming to get you through your speaker, take a listen. BONUS: they feature a “Dead Pet Of The Week” too; who knew pets could haunt you? I’m gonna have a seance and see if I can bring back my Cocoa bean.

Have any of you had any ghostly encounters?

His Turn, His Face. Keeping My Privacy Private.

Thank you all for your encouragement on my whining post about my high cholesterol problem; you’ve made me feel so much better about my situation.

So, the other night I was explaining to the Coach about my Biore Strip experiment and how satisfying it was. Of course, you know he wanted to join in the party because what else do you have to do on a Friday night after dinner these days? NOTHING, that’s what.

Lord, I thought I might die from laughter. First of all, after the allotted 15 minutes when he went to pull it off, he complained about how much it hurt. Did he not get the memo? BEAUTY IS PAINFUL!

After he removed it completely, I looked at it astonished. So much unclogging happened here.


Suz: I‘ve seen smaller stalagmites before. You can’t see the MOUNTAINS on that strip?

Of course, being the good wife that I am, I took a picture and sent it to the girls. (I’ll refrain from showing this to the inter web)

Have I incited any Biore Strip sales this past week?

Suz complains about all things FB

At dinner last night the Coach and I had a conversation about his Facebook privacy. Well, it was more like this: Why the hell do you ‘friend’ our employees, I don’t want everyone knowing our shit!

Photo by Mwabonje on

Turns out that my smart as heck husband didn’t realize you can simply make your stuff ‘private’ for only your friends. He thought that if he ignored a FB friend request from an employee, they could see that you were actually active on FB and then hold the ‘ignore’ against you. Ppsssshaaaw

I like to keep our business and personal life separate. Call me crazy, but I don’t need people to know where we spend our time and money because you know how people are, someone will hold it against you at some point. NOT that I put anything crazy or super personal on the FB.

I went further to explain that there is no way in hell I’d put on FB about our GA house. You see, I’m much more comfortable sharing it here, on the internet with people who I don’t know than I am sharing it with family members. Go figure.

**Speaking of FB and oversharing, I have a friend who I grew up with, but have not seen in person in at least 37 years. God bless her, I know she’s a nice person and she comes from the very same humble beginnings as I did; broken family, single Mom, lots of dysfunction. But she makes me crazy on FB because most of her status updates go something like this: Checking in at the Porsche dealer; time for a new car—my husband LOVES me SO MUCH!! Should I get red or black this time?! Goodness. I’m sure that most husbands LOVE their wives but can’t afford a $100,000 car. I understand being happy about ‘stuff’, but really? It’s too much. ***

Lord, if I’m ever come across as that superficial, please give me a very uncomfortable splinter on my right middle finger as a sign.

Well, now I feel like I’ve overshared today.

So, are you as transparent on FB as you are on your blog? I know some (Kari) of you have quit FB, so refrain from blocking me and this post.

Sharing is caring, but oversharing can leave a bad taste in your friends’ mouths.