Friday, May 22, 2009

Worst Drivers In The Country...

Yes, the list is out and WE MADE IT!!! But THANK GOD we're behind NY and NJ and not #1!!! We're #4. New York is #1, New Jersey #2 . Bunch a losers.
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Do I look like a bad driver? No. I'm three car lengths behind that...Toyota? Yes, it's true I'm taking a photo while probably doing 80, but I'm still on the pavement, thank you very much.
Yes, California highways are littered with trash. Sadly. Yes, this is an ugly stretch of Hwy 80. Yes, traffic is rather sparse. Probably, cuz this ain't rush hour baby! A bit of geography. The mountains are the Sierras. The white snow capped ones are Tahoe.
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The local NBC anchor was discussing this very topic this morning and said "You know what I hate? The guy/gal doing 65 in the fast lane. MOVE OVER!!! Wow, sounds like me! We've been down that highway before, haven't we?!
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Be safe out there this holiday weekend kids.
XO
P.S. Yes Bob and Jo. I deleted. I couldn't look at it. Thank you so much for your love and support. We will always remember together. If I learn why it happened, I'll inform you. Love you both dearly. XO XO

46 comments:

just bob said...
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just bob said...

I'm going to write something here then delete it.

Suzanne said...

Bob, wouldn't it be funny if my entire comment page was deleted comments?!

Why did I delete? Because it was too painful to come here. This is seriously a horribly painful period of my life and I'm not sure what to do or how to behave. My darling high school friend was buried today and I don't know what to do. Honestly, I don't. I feel so uncertain about yesterday and today, as if it might be a dream and I'll wake up.

I'm thinking about his dogs, his wife, kids, family, I know I should call his mom, but I don't know what to say. I bought a sympathy card today and don't know what to write. So I just go around my blog writing and deleting as if that will change reality, but I know it won't. He's my friend. He's 48 years old. And he's dead. Them's the facts.

XO

just bob said...

Suzy... you keep being the person that you've always been. Life will turn around for you. We're all here for you.

BTW, what's the main entree for the wedding dinner going to be? RC's got a great idea over at the Wild Onion.

Suzanne said...

Bob,

NO. NO. No. NO. I love you too much to encourage that sort of stupidity. Look at me. No don't look at my tits, look at me. NO. No bacon and french fries. Okay, I'll give into your bacon fettish, but I'm going to down size. I'll come up with an appetizer with a wee bit of bacon and a whole lotta somethin' else. Trust me. It'll be pretty AND delicious. You'll probably have to eat a hundred of them to satisfy your appetite, but hey, you're footing the bill so eat up! The entree, now I'm still discussing that with the caterer. What do you want? What does Megan want? No, it can't be a damn slab of bacon. Think elegant. I'm a vegetarian, but I'm willing to put blinders on. So just tell me what you want. This is YOUR wedding.

Hey baby, do you know I won over on Kylie's blog?!!! Thanks. I had no idea how much was going on behind the scenes! Thanks. Cece called earlier and reminded me she was my winning vote. What are friends for?!

Okay, so we have to organize the menu. We're down to the last details. Let's get this party started.

XO

P.S. I won a book!!!

just bob said...

I love bacon wrapped scallops.

And I thought the wife's parents paid for the wedding? If I'm footing the bill we're all going to Jack in the Box.

Suzanne said...

Bob,

Don't worry. I will never change. I can't.

Love you so.

XO

Suzanne said...

Okay, bacon wrapped scallops.

Wife's parents foot the bill. Let's discuss this with Megan. If not, what? We'll be eating plastic wrap?

Megan said...

I'm allergic to shellfish.

Suzanne said...

Okay, bacon's out.

Suzanne said...

Match made in Heaven! I can see vegetarians on the horizon. Life is good.
;)

Suzanne said...

Bob, I just revisited old posts. Thanks. Wow. Thanks. Love you.

XO
Blottie

Megan said...

Suz, love ya, but I'll never be a vegetarian. Probably. Almost certainly.

just bob said...

That makes two of us. Unless vegetables start tasting like bacon.

Suzanne said...

Okay, Megan's out.

No, not really!!! So what the hell we gonna eat? How about this? Cece and I were on the phone tonight talking about when I was at Berkeley and dear, dear friends with my Chiroprator. She and I would go out ever Friday night to this lovely Italian place down on Shattuck and the first thing we'd order...drum roll please, fried mozzarella with a marinara dunk. Swear to God. Oh. My. God. D E L I C I O U S. No, I'm not kidding. I thought it was unique to that resturant. Cece informed me, "Nope all good Italian resturants have it." I replied "Really?" She replied, "Yup." Hummmmmmmmm...I did not know that. I really do have to get out more.

Okay, so how about an Italian menu? Can you both agree on that? I can do that.

And yes, it's true, I talk about food with everyone! I was at the market the other morning discussing the finer nuances of a menu with a cashier I adore. Who knew she ate!!!???? I should probably have a food blog. No, really, I'm serious.

Okay, back to the wedding, let's focus. You look at me, I look at you. So what's it gonna be? Italian? (THANK GOD...PIZZA!!!)

XO

Suzanne said...

You too? JH Christ. What is this a wedding or something?

Bob, listen to me. I think an Italian menu will work for everyone. (Details, details, details.) We'll also serve a few vegetarian dishes for the meat wimps out there. Okay? That a plan? Okay, good. Get the hell out of my way. I have a wedding to plan.

TWP

Suzanne said...

The two of you are going to be the death of me.

just bob said...

I like Italian.

bindhiya said...

Dear Suze,
Hope you are busy with someone's wedding planning and doing good.

I am dealing with two sick babies. both of them running a temperature above 100.. coughing, snezzing and Noah cannot keep anything down. he is not taking a bottle. I've been to ER two times already.. everything start with visitation. It's been 4 days i didn't have any rest...
don't think my life is crazy.. we will be ok.
love you dear
((hugs))
bindi

Karen ^..^ said...

Suzanne, I am so so sorry about your friend. Again, this is a pain I know all too well. I don't know if you've read back in my blog about my darling friend Ruth, but although the pain fades, and you remember the good times, you always miss them.

I'm so sorry. I don't blame you for deleting. When the time is right, and the pain isn't quite so acute, you will be able to write a fitting and beautiful tribute to this friend you loved so dearly.

As for the first few comments on this page, I just have to say, you are such a darling woman. Still with that adorable humor, even after the year you've endured. Telling Bob to look at you and not your tits made me throw back my head and laugh so loud that poor Leo (the NOT lionhearted) come in here shaking and whimpering. He's such a wimp. And he got into something he shouldn't have yesterday, as I came home to my adorable little apartment with brown stains and a horrible stink all through the place. UGH. After dragging his crate into the bathroom to wash it off in the tub (yes, it was a comical sight)I then had to put him on the balcony for some fresh air while I ran to Goodwill for another nice comforter for him. DAMN DOG. I had to throw out his old one. He loves it though, hopped right into his crate and sniffed the new (old) comforter to his hearts content. Apartments and sick dogs don't mix. He seems to have gotten it out of his system, though, and isn't even crying for a walk. I should think not!!!

He's aptly named... Leonardo Da Vinci. He's attempted to paint the house brown many times now. Grrr...

But now I have to go to the pet supply store, and get him a new water bottle for his crate, because in my disgust, I threw out everything I had for his crate. It was all poop covered. Thank God for my little spot cleaner for the carpet. That thing has saved my ass so many times...

Ok, so now I'm rambling. All this after a busy day at work. Yay.

Talk to you soon, love, and things will look up, I promise.

kylie said...

jeez..............
i'm sitting home with my sore leg and writers block, wishing i could blog but with nothing to say, wishing someone would gimme a holler but theyre not and all the action is here!!!!

i was about to suggest bacon covered oysters but then bob said scallops, that might be even better, then megan said she's allergic.......
aaaargh!

and suze, didnt i tell ya i was the new wedding planner?

actually, you havent mentioned the clothes even once, you're all about food, you food whore, you!

so megs, you have a new stylist
what do you wanna wear?

bob? how bout you?

have a great day guys!

Suzanne said...

Kylie,

Now you know what I'm dealing with. *Pulls woman up by boot straps. "I did mention clothing blogs ago. You didn't notice? Good because neither did they! Did anyone? They're the worst wedding couple EVER. EVER I TELL YOU!!! I have Bob finally confirmed for Italian, but where the hell's Megan? So is it Italian? I don't know? Tis too soon to tell me fair maiden!"* And so it goes. Good luck with clothing. It's all yours. Go. Git! Good luck!!! You'll be lucky if you get them to agree on underwear.

Kylie, this is how it's been from the beginning. I think the wedding's a hoax and I'm being used. However, I do believe they met. Yup, up close and personal. And you know what else? I think they like one another. Wink-wink, nod-nod.

I'm not a complete food whore. I took the photo of the bride you posted when I won the book and used it as background just to remind me I beat out "you know who!" Did you notice she's not wearing a bra?!!! I did when it became my screen saver! Whoa momma! Kinda sexy. Plus, I must tell you, you chose the perfect photo because that's how I paint women. Always on very European interiors. Always. And yes, that relaxed. Always. Good job baby.

Honey, how's the "thunder down under?" No, not there, there. I really do hope you're healing and not in so much pain. I also hope the family is helping out and allowing you to relax and recover. Please keep us informed. You know how we worry. OKAY, WE KNOW HOW I WORRY. *Rolls eyes in head.* Semantics.

I love you darling.
XO Moi aka The Wedding Planner 1. You're now The Wedding Planner 2. No honey, you can't be 1. I was first, so you're second. You can be 1a. You have options. ;)

Suzanne said...

I said "on" European interiors. That's too funny. Of course "in."

kylie said...

i was worried too, this time but i'm good. all good.

i expect they would like each other, whats not to like

i think they will agree on underwear. none is best

your bride isnt wearing a bra? wow!
thats confidence

word verification is gownc
think its an omen??

just bob said...

Boxers not briefs... me, not her.

Suzanne said...

OH, AND TO NO ONE IN PARTICULAR...DID YOU NOTICE NOT ONE COMMENT ABOUT MY PHOTO OR POST!!!??? That's too funny.

kylie said...

well, there you go!
a tidbit of info from the happy couple

kylie said...

oh and bob?
trunks are good. try trunks

Suzanne said...

Heeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrre we go. See what I'm up against? Now it's your turn. Good luck!

I'm with you baby. None is best! That's why I wear none and why I advocate none. However, Calvin Klein's on Rob look terrific. Not briefs or boxers, but the two button fly boxer. Now they're just down right sexy. They aren't really a boxer. They're the ones featured in all the Calvin Klein ads. Sexy. Rob? Sexy!

No, "my" bride's not wearing a bra. Nor am I. You think that's confidence? I'm thinking it's just stupid as my tits gently head south.

Love you dear!

Oh and Bob, put on some damn clothes.

XO

Suzanne said...

Honey, what are "trunks?"

kylie said...

oh boy,
i tried oing one of those linky things that bob does but i cant get it right so you'll just have to cut and paste
www.mensunderwearblog.com/2007/01/boxerbriefs-vs-trunks-whats-difference

Suzanne said...

Kylie. The link doesn't work.

Suzanne said...

Bindi, I'd call in a second, but don't want to impose. I hope everything improves soon. If it doesn't call. We'll try to figure something out, okay? Baby, don't hesitate to call. We're right here. God please,please let every one get well soon.

Suzanne said...

Veronica,

Yes, disconnected. No reconnected!!! I love you baby. I hope you read this.

Veronica is my former neighbor. We were discussing the water. Her home is now a rental and the water sprinklers went on Monday. Monday is NO WATER DAY. At the end of the month, HUGE FINE when you violate water rules. HUGE I tell you.

I miss Veronica every day. She was an amazing neighbor, but moved to the moutains and rented the house. Hummmmmmmmmm. Why didn't they just stay right here?

We were discussing the homes in the neighborhood and the landslide. She just told me my home is "stunningly gorgeous and the best home in the neighborhood." Hummmmmmmmmm. I did not know that. That must mean it's still worth a half a million. *Suze buries head in hands.*

Suzanne said...

Karen,

God I love you woman!!! I'm trying to write this with Bijou's ass in my face. He can't help himself. He's the most courious kitty, so he has to watch me type, watch the screen, watch life. I often ask him "Hey honey, can't you do that with your ass over there?" Nope Mommy, apparently not. And so it goes.

I'm going to have to capture him on film one day because it really is quite funny. I'm serious. I see cats who are a HUGE hit on You Tube and just laugh. My cats would innialate them!!!! No, I'm not kidding. One day in this house and you wouldn't even believe it. It's like a freakin' funny farm here. I was watching T-Bone this morning. He was standing just under the kitchen table with Bella smackin' at him from above. I couldn't stop laughing. Bella's just lounging on the table being a bitch and T's getting slobber knockered. I said "Dude, just move an inch and you'll be fine." Nope, just stayed there. ANIMALS!!!

Okay, so Leo. I'm a bit confused. Was he sick as in puke or sick as in poopie? And why in his carrier? He isn't confined in his carrier while you're at work, right? I can't imagine T-Bone in a carrier while I'm out. I couldn't do that to a dog or anyone. Don't quite understand that theory. T is only alone while I'm at the park and he does quite well because I tell him he's in charge and if he screws up I'll kick his ass. NO, NOT REALLY!!! But I do tell him he's in charge and I know he takes his responsibility seriously. Often times I leave the front door unlocked just to test his abilities! I'm serious. He's the most kind and gentle dog, but I know he'd kill someone trying to violate our home. Honestly. I always leave the house, locked or unlocked and say "T, honey, don't let anyone hurt us." And he never would. You know animals, so know what I mean. God you'd love T-Bone.

About Scott. Hummmmmmmmmmm. I don't know where you tuck it. It's a whole hell of a lot of pain. How can someone be dead at 48 years old? He's a rock climber. That's all I can imagine. He had an accident. I'll call his mom in the next few weeks and learn the truth. Not now. I won't impose. Until then I'll just navigate. You know what it is babe? It's a huge sense of loss. Absolutely huge. I love that man. I was going through my address book this morning looking for a number and there he was. I wanted to just scoup him up and hug him to bits. I don't know where to put this, what to do. I love that man. I do.

And I love you. Thank you for all you do and for the difference you make in my life.

Sis XO

Suzanne said...

Kylie,

Please help me find a place to put this pain.

Suzanne said...

You know I have to send a sympathy card, but I don't know what to say.

Suzanne said...

God please just make this pain go away.

kylie said...

suzy, i posted about Scott.
my love to you
k

Suzanne said...

Thank you darling. It's beautiful.

bindhiya said...

Dear Suze,
hope you had a beautiful day. I saw you are grieving from the loss of a dear dear friend. I'll keep you in my prayers and thoughts.
love you dear
((hugs))
bindi

Karen ^..^ said...

Suze,

In answer to your question, yes, Leo is in a HUGE crate that is thickly padded with a down comforter with plenty of water and food. He can move around easily, and LOVES his crate. Keep in mind he is a small 18 pounder, and the crate is built for a large dog. The reason for this is that when we got the dog, we discovered that the dog has zero self preservation, and will eat anything, and I do mean anything. After several trips to the vet in the early days, to rehydrate him after he'd shit himself nearly to death, the vet recommended that we get a crate for him. Leo was near death several times, due to his own stupidity of eating inedible things. We have no choice. When K2 gets home from school, at 2:30, she lets him out and walks him. While we are home he is never locked in, but goes in many times throughout the day because he likes it and feels secure in his crate.

The crate is for his protection, not for punishment, and he sees it as such. If it is raining or thundering, he goes in his crate to feel protected and secure. Every once in a while, one of the cats ventures in there and he sits at the doorway of his crate, outraged until we remove the offending cat from "his room".

The crate doesn't hurt Leo. Being out of the crate hurts Leo. The crate protects him from himself. All the puppy proofing in the world can't keep the dumb dog from eating something he shouldn't. Back when I had Max and Buddy, I never had to worry about this sort of thing. I never crated or tied them up. But Leo is a hazard to himself, and needs protection. I go to work at 10:30, and K2 gets home at 2:30 and that is the longest he actually has to be in there. many times I get home and open it up and he chooses to stay, because he's comfortable.

I know how you feel about restraining animals, but this is for his protection, and no other reason. He got sick because he had NOT been crated for the first time in 2 years, and damned if he didn't eat something he shouldn't have. with a full bowl of dog food nearby.

Suzanne said...

Hi honey. Don't worry, I do understand. He sounds like a rascal. I've read so often about crating and how comforting it is to dogs. T-Bone has never needed it or wanted it, so we were sorta lucky in that regard. Leave the house and say "See ya buddy, Mommy will be back in no time at all." Even as a puppy T-Bone didn't eat stuff. I was always amazed. When he showed up on our lawn he seemed terribly well trained or perhaps he was just born perfect!!!! I'm so serious, you have no idea. All the things people go through with puppies and dogs, nope, never. It's as if he just shot out of his mommy perfect. As a dog lover I know you can appreciate that sentence! Oh sure he's done stupid shit, but mostly related to his allergies. Other than that, nope.


Leo sounds like a gem and don't worry sweetie, I know you take beautiful care of him. I didn't mean to imply otherwise. I apologize if I worried you. You're such a dear for explaining. But honey, I do wonder what happens if a crated friend doesn't feel well or has to visit the ladies/mens room and has no options. Hopefully those times are few an far between. Like the other day!!!

Oh, and kitties and dog beds. Oh, God, please. I don't know if you know this, but T-Bone has a crib mattress for his bed in the living room. He's often seen looking at it while laying on the hardwood floor because kitties are splattered all over it! You know T-Bone loves kitties, so he doesn't complain, but you can tell, just by the look in his eyes, he's thinking..."MOVE."

I know you love Leo. I'm not worried at all. You're a good mommy honey and I'm so grateful you love and rescue animals. You're my kinda sista! I hope you're have a beautiful day. By the way, how's the new wee one?

XO

Karen ^..^ said...

I know you weren't trying to make me feel bad. As I said, when I had Max and Buddy (RIP) they never needed to be crated, not ever. When we rescued Leo, they told us that his former owners couldn't "handle" his neurosis, and worried that he'd die from getting into things. I fully believe that if anyone else had adopted him that he'd be dead by now, he's so dumb. Lovable, yes, but pathetically dumb. His lack of intelligence and self preservation would have killed him. We adore him, and want to keep him safe from none other than himself when we aren't home, so in the crate he goes. Often times we try to take him with us but he dislikes car rides and freaks out.

He got mad yesterday because I had changed his bedding and it was all warm and snuggly and smelled good. Lovebat jumped in there. She wanted a warm comfy place to sleep. But because that is Leo's personal space, and the cats are allowed on the furniture, beds, etc, and Leo isn't, I don't allow the cats in poor Leo's crate, as it upsets him so. The cats have the run of the house even when we aren't home, and Leo doesn't, so I allow him his own personal space and he likes it.

The dog is just so neurotic. I often say he thinks he is a cat, but that isn't quite right because the cats are so much more laid back than Leo is.

The baby is doing great. He still hunches up at Leo, but I think he's posturing. Robert is still his ultimate protector. Robert never reconciled to Leo, and will fly at him in defense of the new baby. We don't allow that, even though Robert is declawed, because the time may come when Leo retaliates, and Robert could get badly hurt. I'd never declaw a cat, but we rescued him like that.

The other cats are finally starting to accept the baby, although they still don't let him get too close. Sometimes they even play with him. But they never let him forget whose boss.

I hope you are doing well, and dealing with your loss. I know that pain all too well.

Take care, love.

Suzanne said...

Hi darling,

I always have to check you know. You're such a sweetheart for coming back to comment. And Leo's a handful!!! Honestly, I'm so happy you adopted him.
I read in one of your current posts you're thinking of giving him up. That broke my heart. For him. It's hard to be passed around, even for an animal. I do wish he could go to Leah. You know he'd have the most beautiful life. Pippin lived, what? 18 years? And 18 good years. If you're serious, I really do think the two of you should talk.

Since my comment to you, I've learned crating isn't awful. For a dog it's often a sanctuary. I also realize that most people don't have the luxury of being home 24/7, so pets have to be kept safe somehow. You know I was thinking about how to keep Leo if D2 can't take him this summer. What about buying a gate for the kitchen (you can find them at WalMart), closing it off, leaving the crate in the kitchen, open so Leo can get in an out if he likes? If he has an accident, at least it's on the kitchen floor. Easy clean up. Just a thought.

I'm so happy the Wee One is doing well. Robert sounds like a wonderful pal. Aren't animals insanely beautiful!!!??? They really do kill me. And don't worry, everyone should get along eventually, however, if my own household is any indicator, Ohno still absolutely hates the two ferals kittens, Bijou and Bella. It's pretty nasty at times and I run interference. Ohno really does need to be a one and only kitty, but is dealing with something like 13 others. He should count his blessings. He has a wonderful home. I often say "Baby, knock it off, you're one hell of a lucky kitty." I don't think he listens to a word I say. Frankly, I don't think he understand English.

You know I was thinking about this the other day when Picasso came running down the hall, hit the rug in the kitchen and it slid all the was to the family room. We'd be a huge hit on You Tube!!!! Animals are hilarious. Every day I see stuff that cracks me up. If I had time I'd start recording this insane thing I call my life. You wouldn't believe it. Ahhhhhhhh, you probably would!!! I think I could have a really popular website of all the stupid stuff cats do!!! I'm laughing just thinking about it. God they're funny.

And about Scott. You know what I realized? After learning he'd died from diabetes I was angry with him for not taking care of himself. I think I still am actually, but life goes on. He made a terrible mistake and he's dead and I can't change that. I think finally realizing I couldn't helped me cope. Or at least accept. The man is dead at 48 and left behind so many who loved him. It's unfair, you know? It's a cautionay tale about taking care of oneself. Thanks darling for caring. I do love you so. We were destined to meet. You know that, don't you?

Love you,
Me

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