Thursday, December 31, 2009

Happy New Year...

Still no photos. To those who have become my dearest friends, thank you. I know I haven't been the best friend lately. I know that. I'll be back and better in 2010. Thank you for your friendship and kindness through all the years. I love all of you so very much. Thank you. Happy New Year! XO

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Sent by a friend...

My dear friend, Nettie sent this as a holiday greeting. She's a retired detective and a hoot! LOL!!!
To all my Democrat friends:
Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2010, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make America great. Not to imply that America is necessarily greater than anyother country nor the only America in the Western Hemisphere . Also, this wish is made without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability,religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee.
To all my Republican friends:
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Still no photo...but imagine Ireland!

T-Bone and I took our walk today. Walked nearly 1 1/2 miles after only 4 days without the cast. And then it happened...I think I found Ireland. I couldn't get close enough to see the tiny white spot above his upper lip, but I know it's him. I do. I've searched for him for almost 2 years and there he a very beautiful home. Yes, of course I'm smiling. Smart kitty!!! My very, very smart kitty. Life's good. XO

Sunday, December 13, 2009

This photo came with the computer!!! Nope...not mine!!! Haven't figured out how to get mine yet!
Okay, this is a funny story. I was going to reserve it for the M&M, but why bother!!! When my computer caught that nasty virus the only thing I cared about was saving my photos. I hadn't backed up what I thought was around 300. Turned out to be over 1,000! The computer expert felt he could retrieve them and did. And then he did something extra special. When the tower was leaving the house I said to Rob, "Honey, there are some very private photos you think he'll see them?" Rob just smiled and shook his head and said "Baby, if he does it's your own f****** fault, but no, he's going to run a program to retrieve everything, so he won't be looking at individual photos." Got the computer back yesterday and was searching for my photos last night. Guess what? They're all under a file he maked "My Photos" with 4 of my naked pics on the file cover. Bastard. I'm laughing, but want to cry!!! Men. Wow...he had to wade through alot of kitties and flowers to get to them! Yes...this is my life! What do you think he's doing with the copies he obviously made?!!! Oh. My. God. Rob hasn't even seen them!!! HA! No, nothing changes at Rose Cottage Studio!
It's almost Christmas and I'm still showcasing Thanksgiving. I HATE FACEBOOK!!! Okay, not really, but boy did it give me a bad virus. That's why we don't have a photo today folks!! The computer expert was able to save a gazillion photos I failed to backup, but he put them in a file I have absolutely no idea how to access for Blogger and Facebook. Hey...but I'm here!!!
Good news. T-Bone and I started walking again yesterday. We walked again today. Both days in the pouring rain. Wonderful! Today I also drove the car and went to the park without a cast since I broke my ankle August 14th. I'm turning the page. Yes, it hurts, but I'm determined to get this behind me. I really am because I've had enough.
I'll figure out the photo thing shortly and God do I have some great stories for you. I'll do my best over the next few weeks to share them with you. And to all my dear friends, thanks for sticking with me despite my complete lack of respect for my blog!!!! I'll respond to your comments below. Thanks!
Much love, Me XO
Love you all

Thursday, November 26, 2009

A Day of Thanks...

At the Vet's

Monday, November 16, 2009

Dusts Off The Dirt And Comes Back Home...

David Austin English Rose ~ Winchester Cathedral
Bury your face in it and inhale...
it smells like the sweetest honey!
It loves to bloom in Spring and Fall.
I just picked a bouquet a few days ago...
The house smells heavenly.
I'm aware I've been gone a long time. Sorry about that. Facebook has me actin' like a fool!!! But good news, I've given up FarmVille and Mobsters 2, so if I can wean myself a bit more from Facebook, I'll be back to blogging and better than ever!!! God do I have some funny stories! I'm serious! I've missed you all terribly and will be back to normal soon.
Kisses and hugs all around and thanks for hanging in here with me. Love you all,
Me! ;)

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Can you believe the parks service allows me to do that? No, me either!
This was the storm. It's absolutely beautiful and sunny now, but I thought I'd show this instead. These guys were fun!

Yes...this is what I look through in rain. A Mercedes is terrific...well, until it rains! Imagine this on the freakin' freeway. Just worse! Can you believe they let me on the bike path!!!???

Yup, even she thinks it's pretty!
Couldn't get enough!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

One a those days...

I remember this day so well and thinking "Oh good god." It was critique day at UCLA and they are often unkind. I'm sitting in front of my painting hoping for the best...
It's been one of those days. Well actually two days. The storm started yesterday. I went to the park and swear to God this is what it was like. The wind was insane. I drive a tank but was being blow all over the road. I stayed in the slow lane doing 45-50! Seriously. Black Beauty is terrific, but a Mercedes has one major flaw...the wind shield wiper. It's famous for the one. Oh it looks all pretty and perfect, but in a rain storm it's a burden because think about it. It has to cover the freakin' entire windshield. By the time it gets back to the driver's side I can't see a damn thing. So I'm in the tide pool lane doing 45, hydroplaning and tractor trailers are passing me, throwing more water. "Thanks buddy...I couldn't see before, now I can't see at all." God please. I had so much trouble driving to and from the park yesterday. It was awful. I wouldn't recomment it. Certainly not in my car.

Then this morning. Not raining at all. I was late, but I was hurrying not to be later. God I really was. Got in the car and the storm clouds were black. Got to the end of the street. DOWNPOUR!!! What do you do? You just sit and laugh. What the hell are you gonna do? So I drive all the way to the park in the pouring rain at 45 mph. Get out and I'm walking on about a million freakin' Sycamore tree balls. All knocked off by the storm. I know. Don't speak. I'm in my cast and my flip flops. My cast is going all Willy Wonka on me as I hit each one and I'm in pain. I go for my running sneakers. Whoop...forgot them. So I'm at the park in my freakin' flip flops and cast. Don't speak. I feed everyone at the first station in the pouring rain. I'm soaking wet and I can't stop laughing. I pull up the 20 lb steel pole and get on the bike trail. I stop at the entrance to my path. You have to understand, the park is a mess. Trees down everywhere, leaves, branches, you name's there. I saw a crew of people cleaning up when I entered the park. They're on community service and have this detail. What did they do? They put every freakin' limb and tree trunk at the entrance to my path. I'm serious. They have literally miles of space to put the shit, but what do they do? They pile it like a damn bon fire at a homecoming weekend to the entrance of my path. I'm wet, I'm in a cast, I'm walking in a flip flop and the puddles are huge and I've had a migraine for about 7-8 days. I looked to the sky. I did. Then I went and moved all of it. There are no words. Trust me. When I looked up I saw them watching me from across the park. Like questioning me! Get over here...I'll kick every single one of your asses. I was so pissed. I moved entire tree limbs. Weighted a ton!!! With a migraine. Trust me, there was no kindness left in me. And then they came while I was back in the woods feeding the ferals. I heard one say "Yup, there she is," because the Mercedes was parked just opposite, so it was pretty obvious. I didn't say a thing, but then I saw one guy throw a branch into the path and that was it. I was out like a flash, but unfortunately I tripped on my plastic Target bag!!! Off it came, so I was laughing by the time I got to the entrance to the trail because it was just too damn funny. But in laughter said to him, "You don't think I know what you're doing? Get back here and get that thing out of my way. " And he did. In front of about 30 people. He needed to learn something today. He's on community service because he hasn't. But this morning he learned something. I know he'll remember me and this day. It's fine to be a smart ass, but not a thoughtless dumb ass. After that I headed home. Oh dear lord!!! Raining so hard. Driving 45, 50, 40, 55, 60, 65...what?! It was hard. I want a BMW again. Much easier!
Then got back to Carmichael. Oh dear lord! Huge car pileup. Hummmmm. If I can just get to that parking lot. Get to the parking lot, take it to Manzanita. Perfect. Going down Manzanita...Oh dear lord! HUGE CAR PILEUP. If I can just get to that parking lot. I did and took it like a maniac! Police everywhere. Huge floods everywhere. But I know all the back ways. I was taking the back way home and saw all the damage to my neighborhood. Wow. I didn't know. Trees, limbs down everywhere. The damage is insane. It really is insane. I had no idea.

Saturday, October 10, 2009


You bet your ass that's a Buddy L truck!!! I bought it on eBay about 5 years ago. God I love it!!! This is Rob's old office. I took out his Pulp Fiction poster and put up my painting from honors study with Henry Hopkins at UCLA. Trust me...don't enlarge it. I got an A, but it isn't even done. You see that huge glob of paint to the right. That shouldn't be there!!! This was the Ben Franklin painting!
For god sakes don't enlarge this. I have too many wrinkles.
Just an update. I have a wicked scar and a hematoma. I have to see the dermatologist to figure out what to do. I have no idea what to do about the wrinkles and grey hair! Rob's Pulp Fiction poster. His was much bigger!!!

Okay, it's official...I'm late for the park because of all of you.

Wee Wee 1 and Wee Wee 2. Trouble. And yes, it's still primer. I haven't painted the walls yet. God, cut me some freakin' slack.

What? A day without Alan is a day without sunshine.

Nutty Rusty!
Alan had a $10 bill and a few singles. The kitties left the singles alone, but loved the big bucks!

You bet your ass that's her!

Friday, October 9, 2009

My darling nephew is into dirt bikes. I never told him what I know. He gave me this beautiful song and I just learned it's associated with motorcycles. The motorcycles I know. My friends raced. They were good. Really good. I didn't tell Alan. Why? I don't know. I remember about 5 years ago driving down the freeway in the early morning. A Sunday morning. I seemed like the only one awake, then they came. About 6-8 racers. They were probably traveling back from Sears Point. Just me and them. I had the BMW before I wrecked it. They pulled up along side and we looked at one another. One gave me the thumbs up. I'll remember that morning all my life. There's something about German engineering everyone appreciates. Then they were gone. I have beautiful memories of darling friends who raced. They were good. It's amazing to see someone lay down on their knee and make a turn. It's amazing. Alan doesn't know this about me. Probably know one does.

Alan, I love you so much. And yes, this is how my friends raced. No. I didn't tell you. I told you they raced...I just didn't tell you how.

Sunday, October 4, 2009


Remember when I found Ohno as a baby? Shivering and the last one waiting to be adopted? I didn't walk, I ran with him. He was trouble from the beginning. Just pure trouble. Remember when he fell into the fish tank!!! Oh my God that was just awful, but in a really funny awful way!!! It wasn't as if we didn't have enough cats. We did, but Ohno needed us. And we needed him.
As you all know he's named Ohno because every time he'd walk into a room you'd hear "OH NO!!!" Yes, he was that much trouble. He loved his Dad's office. Spent hours there on the desk next to Rob memorizing cases and helping strategize. Then the wee divorce and Ohno went into a funk he's never returned from. He was the funniest, friendliest, most amazing, well adjusted kitty in the whole world, but the divorce killed his spirit. He became petty and mean and has remained so. He needs to be in a house where he's an only kitty, but I can't let him go because I love him so and I keep thinking everything's going to be okay.
He grew up to be such a beautiful boy. Remember how tiny he was? He's big and solid now. He looks light because he's all silky, but must weight 17-18 lbs. He's just all muscle. I pick up Mickey and he's a Maine Coon, so he's big. He's over 20 lbs, but feels light and delicate. Ohno feels like a damn tank. I don't really know how to explain it. You have to feel it. The boy is dense, but not in a dumb way!
Newman's been gone 9 months, almost to the day. He died on a full moon, so every full moon matters. I've waiting to see who would become the alpha male. It's taken a long time as most of you know. I realized tonight, it's Ohno. Without a doubt.

I looked at him tonight and know I will never give him to someone else. You all know me. That isn't in my heart. Somehow we will all navigate this new life. Without Newman. Without Rob.

Saturday, October 3, 2009


Black beauty and I were driving up the freeway this morning on the way to the park. I hit the 80 to 5 split and there was a car right next to me. He didn't see me and started to pull into my lane. I swerved, layed on the horn then corrected and came back into my lane. It happened in an instant, but was in slow motion. I felt Black Beauty slide. Really slide. I don't think any other car would have survived what I did to her at 80 miles/hour. I feel lucky to be here tonight. She's a tank. My darling friend in Texas lost her niece to a similar accident in the past month.
I arrived at the park to find a wonderful homeless friend. He'd just stopped by to say hello, but I had a truck full of water bottles for him to recycle. We talked, laughed and had a nice chat while I fed the kitty and the skunks and birds at the first station. Then it was up the bike trail with Black Beauty to the second. You all know because of my broken ankle I'm allowed to take the car up the trail. I get some odd looks, but most people are generally very nice. They understand because they've seen me in a cast and crutches and now in my "boot!" I parked the car across from the path and a slew of cyclist past, waved and gave me the thumbs up. Then there was a couple who followed. Two kitties had come out to greet me on the trail and ran when the two cyclist approached. I laughed and then turned when the guy said "You contribute to that shit you know?" I've learned a lot in the past year. After what I'd just been through on the freeway and with the guy in the golf cart, I laughed and blew him off. He didn't like that, he turned around and said..."I'll come back, skin them and turn them into furry slippers."
This is a man who looks completely normal. The woman with him too. He has no idea who I am or what I do. He has no idea I've rescued tons, have everyone spay or neutered, they've all had the best vet care, great food, etc. This man knew nothing and that is what he said to me on this beautiful California morning. I didn't even look at him, I just gave him the finger. I'd do it again. Oh, you bet I'll see him again. I'll recognized him. He bikes almost every day. I thought about the lesson. What am Isupposed to learn from an ignorant middle aged man? His wife, girl friend, friend, lover, behaved as if he'd said nothing out of the ordinary,but I thought "What makes a human being that ugly?" What? This is probably a man that works in your office. Who you commicate with daily, but in private he is an ugly human being. How does someone get that way. And why?
I wouldn't trade a single moment of my life working with ferals at the park. Not a single moment. Ferals have taught me about grace, trust, patience, kindness, endurance, but also about absolute pain and heartbreak. I wouldn't change a single thing because as you all know, I've endured coyotes, storms, fire and very scary homeless guy moments. I've lived an amazing life and I wouldn't change a damn thing. So that guy? He doesn't phase me. And if he ever stops to "chat," I feel sorry for him already.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

This is a tiny photo. Why? I don't know. I lifted it from my nieces facebook and then I told her. She said it was okay. I should have asked why she made it so tiny. Is she punishing me or something?! So now you've met Alan, Monica (yes, she swears A LOT on her FB ~ we're all a bunch of sailors), Amanda, Alison, Mom, Laur and Cailee. Only about 50 more to go! And yes, I buried Alan down below. I couldn't come here and see his face every time I logged on.
Just so you know, Monica is in college and I think 19. She's a sweetie and a bit of a reble!
Monica, love you darling and thanks.
Aunt Suzy XO
My darling Alan has left me. Uncle Rob drove him to the airport a short time ago. His flight leaves around 2pm. I'm doing this and facebooking because I can't seem to function properly. I have to turn the dishwasher on, but I don't want to get off this chair. I need to throw another load in the laundry, but I don't want to walk to the machine. He just called. I said "I miss you already." He replied "I haven't even left the state." I said "Good, stay right there, I'll come back and pick you up."
Yes, he has a beard in the photo. He shaved it off a few days ago. It took two of my very expensive razor blades. Why are razor blades so expensive? He lets his hair get long then shaves that off too. God I'm going to miss that guy.

Saturday, September 26, 2009


Yes, I am. I've been navigating various landscapes, but this is where I belong. Why? I don't know. But I exhale and know this is the most comforting place. I know many of you have smiles on your face. I know.

I have a funny Discovery Park story. Why else are we here???!!! Okay, it started yesterday. I went as always, but ran into a whole hell of a lot of fences. A HUGE concert over the weekend. Nothing new. I've been through them. The front gate attendant told me to just swivel every gate and get through. I did. I was up at my first station when I noticed a guy on a golf cart eyeing me. I waved. He didn't wave back. He asked what I was doing. I said "feeding the ferals." He was a young kid and I don't think I gave him much respect. Then I thought I heard him say "I'm going to lock you in." I shook the cobwebs out of my brain and though, "You kidding dude?" I finished what I was doing, then drove the car up the trail and finished there too. I drove back, only to find the f****** gate locked with zippie ties. You know me. I stood there a few minutes then I went to the car, found the scissors and cut every fucking one (4). I was so pissed. He came flying up and asked what I was doing. I told him to get out of my fucking face. How rude. He called me rude for cutting through his ties. I nearly strangled him. I looked him in the eye (really) and said "Look at me, you will remember this day all the days of your life. You fucked with the wrong woman. I have more power than you ever will and support from every person at this park." He wouldn't move out of my way and I said, "You fucked with the wrong woman, now get out of my fucking way." You all know me in blogger land. I have never been that pissed. Never. He held the gate open and I drove through while his partner was up in arms. The hell with both of them. I seriously have never been that angry. I could have plowed them down with Black Beauty and not given it a second thought. Yes, that's how pissed. He actually had the nerve to say to me, "I won't be seeing you tomorrow, will I." Hummmmmmmmmm. I replied, "Oh honey, you have no idea." This morning I was escorted in by the head park ranger. Pricks will always be pricks. Always. And I will always be in like flin. Amen.

Thursday, September 17, 2009


Brother Lee ~ Citizen Cope

Enjoy. XO

P.S. I'll be back soon. I'm navigating facebook and having fun, but I won't give up blogging!

Monday, August 31, 2009


My darling nephew Alan is flying out in a few days to take care of old Aunt Suzy. But he can only stay three weeks because he has a big bike race to attend. Somehow I have to get well in three weeks! That's funny because this cast is going to be on for months and months. Hummmmmmmmmmmm. Damn.

I realize the more I write the less friends visit. Oh well. I'm just going to keep writing. I don't really care. I'll get through this crap one way or another. Alone if necessary and writing. I guess you always have to be happy to get comments on Blogger. I'm not happy. I'm in agony. My damn foot is broken and life is very complicated. I guess that's not good enough. Oh well.

Alan's coming out in a few days.

I walked out of Taget one morning and saw this. It had been a really challenging morning at home and at the park and you all know me, I'm not religious, but I think God was aware I was having difficulty. It was a way to remind me to walk with an open heart, no matter what.

This has been another hard day, filled with numerous challenges. I was late to the park and when I tried to start Black Beauty she kept quitting. My worst nightmare. I drove her up the street but turned around before coming to the light. I knew she wouldn't make it. I pulled back in the driveway and started her a few more times. No luck keeping her going. I softly touch the steering wheel as I often do and said to God, "Please help me." And then I said to St. Francis, "Please don't do this to me." I called Rob. He was with a client and headed into court. He couldn't help me but said he come after court. I called my MIL. She was ill and out of it. She couldn't help at all. I sat for what seemed like a long time and just asked for help. I started the car and she ran. The sound was different so I knew I was okay. I made it to the park and back home. Being at the park today was hard. My foot hurt so much and I was struggling to manage, but I saw a dear young homeless friend and found courage. He teaches me wonderful lessons about life and I'm so honored to know him. When days seem hard, my homeless friends remind me that my life is beautiful and so do my darling feral cats

I arrived home and within minutes the doorbell rang. It was my neighbor's son. My neighbor is a very elderly gentleman and his son has come to live with him. His son is probably 55. If he's 50 he looks way the hell older than me!!! He informed me they had reported me to the water department for flooding their lawn. I've learned from Rob to not react. To be a diplomat, so I listened and didn't speak. Hummmmmmmmm. He said "You're watering every day and flooding our lawn." I had no idea what the hell he was talking about because you know I only water the back yard once or twice a week. It seemed like such an odd conversation and I just spoke very little and listened. When I said "I only watered on Saturday and yes, I fell asleep, so your yard probably flooded, but other than that, I have no idea what you're talking about." He said "Maybe you have a leak." I replied "No, I'd notice something like that." I was very nice. I didn't overreact, I didn't get upset. I just felt puzzled. He wasn't terrible kind and kept telling me I had to stop watering every day because my irrigating was flooding his father's yard. I thanked him for stopping by.

I called Rob. He was in court. You can't have a phone on in court, so he walked out. I told him the story and said we'd probably be fined because I wanted him to be prepared, but it didn't make sense. We've had to go over and tell our elderly gentleman to turn off his water on way to many occasions. He would flood our yard all the time. And when I'm up at night his irrigation system is ALWAYS on. Every single night. Even Monday night and no one is supposed to water in Sacramento on Monday. And then it comes on almost every single morning. Even on days he isn't supposed to water. Rob and I realized their flooding their own damn yard and don't even know. His moron son comes over to blame me and I've done nothing wrong. It's them!!! They're flooding their own damn yard. And they've reported me for doing nothing wrong.

There are days that are challenging. Rob said "Don't worry, we'll take care of it." Yes, I'm sitting here shaking my head. It's so stupid it's almost too hard to believe.

Of course I want to go over an tell him, but we're just going to deal with the water department instead. It's so mind bogglingly stupid.


A kitty and his roses...

Remember all the beautiful stuff about life.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

The side yard.
It was all pea gravel, but I decided to plant it.

Before I leave I have to say a few things. Kylie. Cinnamon and crack me up!!!

Kylie called me tonight. One of the best phone calls ever. If you ever get a phone call from Australia, answer it. It's a gift. Her voice is Heaven. If you've ever spoken to Cece, you know how beautifully words leave her mouth. Kylie's the same, just different. Her Australian accent is to die for. It's just so, so beautiful . I had to stop her some times in mid sentence just to say "You're voice is so beautiful." And it is. I don't really know how to explain it. You have to hear it to understand. Talking to her was so lovely. I recommend it!!!

I'm stuggling with my ankle. It's very painful. I'm thinking of having my nephew fly out to help because I'm basically left to handle everything on my own and it's hard. My sister said he'd get on a plane in an instant. Moms and dads out there, maybe you can offer some advice. Alan is a gorgeous kid. All my nieces and nephews are stunningly beautiful. I'm afraid he'll arrive and get so caught up in the California lifestyle he'll completely ignore me!!! Of course I'm laughing. I can just hear him say "Yup, I'm taking care of my aunt for rent!!!" But not really. Rent free of course, but no taking care of Aunt Suzy!! What should I do? I need help


Saturday, August 29, 2009

I'm leaving for a while. Take care.


Frame It Out...

I have three amazing younger brothers. One is a master carpenter. Whenever I have construction questions I call him and he always says the same thing, "Suzy, you know what to do." He thinks just because I studied architecture for so long I have all the answers. I don't. That's why I rely on him!!! I had a grate problem a few years ago. I needed to replace it, but the grate available at Home Depot was too small. I called Wayne. "Honey, what do I do?" His reply, "Frame it out." Hummmmmmmm. I hadn't thought of that!!!
He was absolutely right. I purchased all my supplies and T-Bone and I got ready to roll.

I actually loved the new look. It went with the door frame. See how I made everything match perfectly!!! Oh, that's just primer. I still have to paint.
No kitty was lost.

Who you talkin' to!?

Shabby Chic slip covers when they still actually functioned as slip covers. Now they look like a piece of crap!

Wayne, I love you my darling brother. Look how pretty. God I love primer!

I know. Lovely. Yes, I did that!!!

Rest In Peace...

You know how you don't remember much before you were five. I remember JFK's funeral. I watched it with my grandmother. I think I was four. I remember every detail. I remember my grandmother crying. A few years later I watch her cry when Bobby was buried. I'm very liberal. My grandmother was very conservative, but loved the Kennedys. She, like so many others had hope and faith that they would make the world better. With each death I witnessed her sorrow. I was just a kid, but for some reason I understood. And then Teddy came along and change the way the world works. I grew up as a child of the 60's and 70's. I remember segregation and always asking "WHY?" I couldn't understand for the life of me and it caused me so much pain. My grandmother always reminded me "It will change in your lifetime, but probably not in mine." It did change in her lifetime. It did. I remember with fondness the legislation that change the face of America. My grandmother hugged me so tight I could barely breath. She whispered in my ear, "I love Teddy." I hope he heard her and all the women who spoke that day.

I watched the Memorial yesterday, and today I watched the funeral. I cried because my grandmother would have been so proud of all his achievements. He honored and loved women, children, animals, everyone. He championed all of us and I'm so grateful he was part of my life. I hung my flag in his honor and when I left to go to the market a while ago I was amazed when I saw a street lined with flags. Almost every house has one. One has a big one and tons of little ones lining the pathway with a huge sign "We Love You Teddy!!!" I can't imagine this is the only street in America with flags flying in honor of a truly amazing man. But this is my street, my memory, my grandmother, my Teddy. I'm so grateful he graced my life and changed the face of America. Less than 40 years ago many white people did not respect Black America. Everything changed in the 60's. Everything. Thank God for forward thinking people. Thank God.

Rest in peace my dear, dear man.


Thursday, August 27, 2009

Part III

Of course it's pink. Neon pink I might add!!! Unlike Bob's pink cast photo, I have no toes. How rude. I can't move in this freakin' thing.
The bathroom. Yes, I put roses in it!!!

A view from the kitchen sink.

Rob left a note a few nights ago. I'd just gotten my pink cast.

Today. I'm healing rapidly. I feel lucky. I wish my ankle would get with the program.

Sunday the 23rd. Waiting for my man to come back from the sea. NO, not really. I'm in the Target parking lot and he's shopping for paper towels while I try to figure out what the hell to do with my life.

Get off that damn slipcover!

A miracle. Both men and women take note. This was recommended by my Podiatrist and my cast tech. The stuff is insane. I was told to use it all around my eyes because I was so swollen and the concern was I'd get more wrinkles. I listened. I love it. You all know I have severe allergies and can't use a lot of stuff on my face. But this is perfect. No reaction what so ever. It's great. I suggest you slather your whole body with it!!! My cast tech said "Suzanne, if people used this in their 20's they'd have no wrinkles in their 50's." I agree!!! I paid about $7 in the hospital pharmacy, but noticed you can buy it at your local drug store on sale for about $5. Buy it.

Mr. M., this is for you. Apparently it isn't available in the UK or Australia yet, but it's hit here in the states. When I watch it I think of you. A singing doctor.
Now for some personal news. I think I'm in love with my Podiatrist. You all know how I love Seinfeld. Most of my cats are named after Seinfeld characters. There is a great scene with Newman (the postal worker) at the farm. The farmers daughter has fallen in love with Newman and upon Newman's exit she yells "NORMAN, I LOVE YOU!!!" That's why our cat was named Newman and why his nickname was Norman. I had to have X-rays Monday and a new cast. If any of you have watched "Scrubs," you know what I'm talking about. Podiatry is like Scrubs. The place is a freakin' hoot. Why? I don't know. They're just a bunch of comedians. I saw my Podiatrist and he's gorgeous, smart, funny and he loves me!!! And I love him. He said my X-rays looked beautiful. I said "Well, that's really nice, but I think you should know the truth. I use my cast like a walking cast." He looked at me a long time. He didn't speak. He just looked at me. I said "knock it off." Then I told him about the kitty. I left the front door open and Rusty ran outside. I ran out after him in just my flip flop and my cast. I got him quickly and headed back to the house only to discover the door had closed and it was locked. I was pissed. I went around to the slider in the back yard. I'd just watered so I was walking with my cast in water. The slider was locked. I went to the living room window. It was unlocked. I had to go back for the ladder. I got the ladder, opened the window and threw Rusty in. I was pissed. My cast was soaking wet. I was pissed. Did I mention I was pissed? I was pissed. I climbed in the living room window.
Dr. A looked at me a long time and then he spoke. He said "Are you from NY? You're from NY aren't you?" I replied with glee..."Yup upstate, Woodstock area, Hudson Valley, Catskills, home of Hiawhatha." The man was a gonner. One of the absolutely funniest moments of my life. We just connect on some stupid level. He said "Get the hell out of here. " How rude. My darling Dave, my cast guy had come to rescue me and I was hobbling out when I yelled "I love you Norman." The man nearly died!!! "I'll be back in 3 weeks to claim you. Wear a tux, we're getting hitched!" That in a nutshell is my life. And yes, I'm in love with my Podiatist. Trust me, you'd be too! I realize I'm not dead yet!!!
Love Suze
P.S. Oh, I forgot to mention this. When Dr. A asked if I was from NY I asked him why he'd ask that. He knocked me on the head with the papers in his hand and said "Because you're TROUBLE...just plain trouble." *Suze rolled eyes in head.* Rob used to say the same thing. I don't know what it is about the guys in my life and that word. Frankly, I think I'm pretty close to perfection!!!!!