Five (or was that seven?) Random Things About Myself...

In the forground is the Forsythia

before I killed it and in the background

is the privet in need of a hair cut.

I don't have a clone, gardener, or an assistant (thanks Gig!),

so cut me some slack. Oh, and the pretty

pink number in the background is of course, Oleander.

The photo is taken from the kitchen window.

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Okay...Cecile and Inner Voices are protesting outside and the police arrived. Good Lord I think I'm still in Berkeley. I have to write a new post because it's late afternoon and once the sun goes down Cecile is going to freeze in that tank top and to be honest, I don't know what's going to happen to Inner Voices in spandex, but I don't think it's going to be pretty.

I'm exhausted from today, so picked something I could accomplish in 100 words or less! Okay, it's official, you'll all still be reading this tomorrow!!! You know me by now.

I was tagged by Bindi. I've been tagged a lot, but haven't had time to actually honor my taggers (or collect my awards), but will do so today because this is the most recent and easiest to find. Five or seven random things about myself (can't remember which)? Like I said in my last tag, let the snoring begin...

1. I like decorative flags. I used to change them out every day or two, but realized I didn't have the time after a few years of that nonsense, so now I let them stay up a month or more, then "post" a new one (except at Christmas, I have 5, so have to rotate every few days to fit them all in). I have about 15 or so and bought all of them at once and have never felt the need to buy more. I love the ones I have. They're keepers.

2. I laugh at Ohno probably way more than I should. He has to do EVERYTHING in a hurry. There is such an urgency to his life that I don't completely understand. He loves to watch me brush my teeth, so it doesn't matter where he is, he comes running into the bathroom, hits the toilet and is on the vanity is seconds. No joke. About a month ago, before he fell in the fish tank and was still tiny (after he dunked himself in the fish tank he put on about 5 lbs. and grew like wild fire!) he heard me start to brush my teeth and rushed from the family room at such a high rate of speed he overshot the runway (the toilet) and landed head first in the decorative urn that holds our toilet brush and plunger. He couldn't get out, so all I heard was plastic and claws and cries, but my mouth was filled with toothpaste and my toothbrush and I started to laugh so hard I thought I was going to choke. I was so paralyzed with laughter I was unable to pluck him out because I had to bury my head in the towel. I finally composed myself, reached down and saved him by the butt because he was still head first and in absolute desperation. I put him on the toilet and he was at the sink to watch me brush my teeth before I arrived! Like nothing had happened. What?! I was in tears. I love to laugh. If I couldn't laugh I would absolutely die.

3. I'm 5'2".

4. My favorite color is green (which explains my love of pink ~~ complementary colors).

5. I'm a morning person. However, dealing with perimenopause has made me realize I don't know what the h*** I am any more!

6. I love sheep. Not to kill or eat (because those of you who know me, know I'm a strict vegetarian), just to have roaming my beautiful English country side. Oh, that's right, I don't live in England! But I still love sheep (and almost every other animal).

7. I don't appreciate people who are unkind, thoughtless or who cause pain to either humans or animals. And honestly, I don't like rude people either.

8. This is a bonus comment. I love being at the park, walking out of the woods after feeding the ferals and on to the bike path. I love the reaction from cyclists (lots of racers train at the park) and runners. Two choices: I'm homeless or doing something good. I adore the people who smile and give me the thumbs up, or who stop to chat with me, and feel so sorry for those who avert their eyes. There are amazing people, but also people who will never get the meaning of life. I love the amazing people. And I especially love the ones who never see me walk to my BMW, but who stop to chat nontheless, and the surprise of those who do and then react differently. I love the former. Just writing this makes me cry. You never know who someone is. And should never assume. Why am I different suddenly, just because I have a German car? Or a car? Why am I different two minutes later? It breaks my heart because some people judge and that is a terrible way to live a life. It has happened so many times and today it happened again. I walked out of the woods and saw three women cyclists near my car and watched as they eyed me all the way down the bike path as I walked toward them. They were relentless. Rather nasty even. I could tell they thought I was homeless even though I was quite well dressed for someone who feeds ferals!!! But I was carrying that big old plastic bag with the "picnic" stuff in it and apparently that was a dead give-a-way. When I walked to the car the gasp was almost audible. No joke. You all know what I would have liked to say. Instead I held my tongue, as they drove by, smiled and said "Good morning," I did the same, but with the biggest lump in my throat. They looked as if they felt really guilty and I felt that was the lesson. So number 8 is "I'm not a fan of stupid and please remember to have an open mind and heart."

Cecile, is this good enough?

XO to all,
Suze

P.S. I saw one of my most favorite homeless guys in the whole world this morning at the park. He loves me and all of us who feed ferals and wishes he could too, but simply doesn't have the means. As he drove away on his bike he said into the wind, "When you go home, remember to tell your family you love them." I thought I would die.