Suedles

Rez Town Vice: Starring Suedles

2012-02-15T08:00:00.002-07:00

Once upon a time, before I was Mormon, I had a few vices. You ask, “What kind of vices would an 11 year old have?” Okay, so maybe it wasn’t a few…just one. I’ve told these stories to a few friends and I thought that I’d share with my bloggin’ peeps.

Back when I was about 9 (I know, pretty young), one of my older brothers came across a pack of cigarettes. We all, 2 of my brothers and me, decided to go to a ditch beyond our yard and smoke those cigarettes. We sat there in the ditch and passed a cigarette around. That was my first experience with smoking and I secretly loved it.

After smoking those Camels, I would find ways to sneak the tobacco out of my dad’s ceremonial stash. That’s when I learned to roll cigarettes. It wasn’t very hard. The hard part was not overfilling so the cigarette could be rolled. Never in a million years did I ever think my parents would find out. I just had to take care not to use all the rolling papers.

A year later, my oldest brother invited me and Desi (the brother who is closest to my age) to spend a few weeks in Phoenix with him, his wife, and step kids. It was a glorious summer filled with pool time and movies. Well, my brother’s wife was a smoker. She smoked Virginia Slims-cigarettes made dainty for women to hold. Anyway, before we headed back to the Land of Enchantment, I snuck into the kitchen and grabbed a pack of Virginia Slims for the road. Yes, I stole a pack of cigarettes from my sister-in-law. I don’t recall ever smoking that pack, but I’m sure I did. Perhaps I smoked myself into nicotine-induced memory loss.

Enter fall: I would often accompany my dad on various business trips across the reservation. Sometimes waiting in his truck was way more entertaining than waiting in a stuffy, old building with a bunch of suits. One day as I was waiting for my pa, I opened up the ashtray. What did I find in the ashtray? I found a cigar. What did I do with that cigar? Why I pushed in the cigarette lighter and promptly lit that stogie up. I took a few puffs and put it out. I thought, “Dad would never know.” I’m sure he smelled it as soon as he opened the door, but I feigned innocence.

After that, the Mormon missionaries came along and I had to give up my secret love. I think that’s why I’m sorta obsessed with cigarette and tobacco tax now.

Epilogue: A few years ago, after I told my work friend about my vice, I opened up my desk drawer and found a cigarette in my pencil tray. I laughed. There have been several occasions where I have found several packs of contraband cigarettes in my chair. To answer your question, no I didn't smoke them.

I Heart Series: Hair to There

2012-02-14T07:20:00.001-07:00

I heart my hair.

(Note: this is a very old picture of my hair, but it's about the same length now as shown.)

About a year ago, I wanted to choppity-chop my mop. I was sad and I thought by cutting my hair it would suddenly expunge all the bad and the good would just appear. I was constantly complaining about my tresses. "Ugh, it looks like Gollum hair." "Ugh, I can't do anything with it." "Ugh, it looks lifeless." "Ugh. mumble, mumble." After complaining, I took a bold step and chopped 6 inches off to somehow pacify my wants. It was just enough to purge my bad chi.

Fast forward to today: I'm revelling in my long mane. I wonder how I ever thought of cutting my lovely locks. I've learned from various hair stylists that the shine in my mop doesn't come from a bottle. Also, like a big knock on the head, I realized that I can do lots with my hair. Just the other day, I wore it in milkmaid braids and it looked loverly. So, my goal is to keep my hair long...forever. Both of my grandmothers did it, so can I.

The end.

P.S. This concludes my "I Heart Series." HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

I Heart Series: Livin' My Dream

2012-02-09T11:05:00.000-07:00

I heart Sophia Grace and Rosie! Check it...

They stole my heart a few months ago and they continue to. They remind me of me when I was their age. I was exposed to Old School Rap and R&B and loved to sing and dance to various artists songs.

I Heart Series: Kiss Off

2012-02-08T07:45:00.000-07:00

I heart my Loreal Raisin Rapture lipstick!

Seriously. It stays on forever. I have a hard time with lipsticks because they never stay on for more than an hour without reapplication. Plus, I love the bold, dark color. I like to think I'm bold and dark. Now I'm ready for my kiss to see if it's kiss-proof.

I Heart Series: DC Fo' Life!

2012-02-07T09:44:00.000-07:00

I heart Diet Coke!

I said it and I do. I have mad love for the stuff, but I don't miss my caffeine headaches and inability to wake without chemical persuasion. I do love the occasional Caffeine Free Diet Coke. Come to find out, it really is about the taste for me. That cool, crispy, bitter taste. :)

I Heart Series: Just Kiddin'

2012-02-06T07:04:00.001-07:00

I heart pygmy kids (as in pygmy goat babies).

If I'm ever having a bad day, I just watch this video and all my cares seem to melt away. I like to imagine that it's secretly listening to Ke$ha's, "Blow." "Go insane, go insane. Throw some glitter make it rain..." I want a pet pygmy kid. I want to cuddle them...in fact, I have once.

I Heart Series: Let's Sing About Love!

2012-02-03T08:06:00.000-07:00

I heart drippingly sappy, cheesy 80s/90s love songs.

That's right! I ain't ashamed. Boyz II Men? You bet! Air Supply? Duh! Celine Dion? "Power of Love," is where it's at! Selena? Oh gosh! Babyface? He can see me again anytime! Chicago? Of course! Hall & Oates? It's a given. Toni Braxton? Sing it girl! And the list goes on.

What a great way to spend this month by listening to the sap.

I Heart Series: Cheeky

2012-02-02T08:03:00.001-07:00

I heart chubby-cheeked babies

The end.

P.S. I don't know who's baby that is, but it's got some cheeks.

Ninja Side Effects

2012-01-31T16:05:00.000-07:00

I think I've flared up my carpal tunnel syndrome from playing too much Fruit Ninja this weekend.

This game is way too addictive. I gotta find my brace before I inflict any further damage.

The Same But Different

2012-01-26T08:00:00.000-07:00

So, the other night I was trying to create a spin playlist for myself and I wanted a good song for a hill climb. I went through many songs and listened to 2 that I’m in love with at the moment, “Sweet Disposition,” by The Temper Trap and “Without You,” by David Guetta (feat. Usher-Usher). Then I began to realize that the songs are very similar despite being from 2 different genres. They rise just the same, the beats are alike, the “yoooo ooohh oooohhhs” and “a moment a love a dream…” are pretty much the same, and I bet if you mash them they wouldn’t be different at all. Now I wish I had access to some sort of fancy mashing program to prove my point. Also, they would make a killer hill climb bearable.

Have a listen.

“Sweet Disposition”

“Without You”

Fake is What Matters Most

2012-01-25T07:58:00.001-07:00

I think I should stop worrying so much about politics because I may get an ulcer. No joke. I'm so frazzled because I just read the State of the Union address and the GOP rebuttal. I've decided that I've got more important matters on my plate. Matters such as....

The Hunger Games

It's fake politics...just my kind of politics.

More fake/historical fiction politics...

Downton Abbey

Watch Downton Abbey I Wonder Preview on PBS. See more from Masterpiece.

Don't know what Downton Abbey is? Look it up, watch it, and love it.

Good plan? I think so.

Confession/Declaration/Admission

2012-01-18T14:18:00.000-07:00

I’ve been meaning to write this post for awhile and now I’m finally getting to it. I guess this could be a confession post as well. Anyway peeps, I’m an Anglophile. At first glance, especially using a Native American perspective, it looks like I just said I’m a lover of white people. Yes, in Navajoland, the term “Anglo” is still used to describe a white person. Of course, I do like white people. I like all sorts of people of all colors. However, what I’m talkin’ ‘bout is I’m a lover of England and things English.

That wasn’t always the case. Not that I was “Anglophobic,” I was just more indifferent. Back when I was in college, I never had dreams of studying abroad in England. The only place I ever considered travelling to was Spain. Sure, I’d swoon every time I’d hear a guy speaking with a British accent, but I associated England with pigeons for some reason. I think the bird lady from Mary Poppins turned me off to travelling to England. I really can’t recall if I ever leisurely read a book by an English author back in my early 20s. I’m not joking.

These days, I can’t help but daydream about living in a cottage on the English countryside and sipping tea. Within the past couple of years, I’ve been obsessively watching Regency/British films and loving them! I remember when I got Pride and Prejudice for my 23rd birthday and I didn’t even open it up. I had a roommate who asked me months later if she could watch my videos. It was only until I was 25 that I finally watched P&P. I finally got who Mr. Darcy was and why women loved him. Yeah, take out the gun and shoot me now. Anyway, I can’t help but fall in love with landscapes and looking up travel guides after watching those films. I even read a few novels by British authors and surprisingly loved them. And yeah, I want to live abroad now. Should’ve thought of that when I was 18. Doh!

So, if you want to contribute to my travel fund so that I can get m’self to England, there will be no hesitation in my accepting your kindness. ;)

Food for Thought

2012-01-11T07:34:00.000-07:00

Last week I was obsessed with Kindle books. This week I'm obsessed with bedroom decor. What will next week's obsession bring me?

Sacrifices

2012-01-09T07:18:00.000-07:00

Ugh, so this is what my life is coming to.

Touching things that resemble a bird and it's habitation. Ick! Those kids better appreciate me.

Confession: Accents

2012-01-05T09:58:00.001-07:00

This is my first confession in 2012. Sometimes I read aloud books by British authors in a British accent, especially after I watch a British film. I don't know if it's any good. I fear I may be like Lily on HIMYM and my friends will hold an intervention for me.

2012

2012-01-03T07:34:00.004-07:00

Here are a few of my goals or "resolutions" for this year. Some are a bit lofty, but I like to set the bar high.

1. Read 60 books (currently on my 4th book for the year...thank you for being such an easy read chick lit)

2. Go to Ireland at the end of February
    a. While in Ireland, propose to hot Irishman on Feb. 29th
    b. Find a way to get to Ireland (perhaps become a stowaway in someone's luggage)

3. Cast my vote in the Primary election (my first since choosing a party)
    a. Change my voting status back to unaffiliated after

4. Watch more wholesome shows (Goodbye Mob Wives, I'll miss the drama)

5. Resist the urge to strangle my Primary kids when they act up (1 Sunday down, 52 more to go)

6. Implement Merriam-Webster Dictionary's Word of the Day in my vocabulary (Currently scratching my head on how to use "parochial" in a conversation today.)

7. Take more pictures (for some reason 2011 was quite picture-less for me)

Cheers to a great 2012! Even though I've stated before that even-year birthdays aren't my thing, I've got a feeling that this year is going to be a great one. Heck, I may be proposing to someone who has a sultry accent. Then I can say, "What me parochial? Not anymore, I've got me an Irishman. Top o' the morn' to ya!"

It's Not Christmas Without...

2011-12-22T07:18:00.002-07:00

...Watching a new Christmas movie each year

and rewatching the classics

This year, I watched The Santa Clause movies and they were cute. Every year, I have to watch White Christmas or else the whole holiday season is off. It's just something about the soothing sound of Bing Crosby's voice.

Well, this concludes my "It's Not Christmas Without..." list for this year. Look forward to more to come next year!

It's Not Christmas Without...

2011-12-21T07:22:00.000-07:00

...Buying something for yourself

Okay, the whole point of this season is being charitable and forgetting one's self. But at least among all those gifts you give out, one should be marked, "Me." This year, I got myself a Kindle. Reading is one of my passions and I'm trying to soak up the written word as fast as I can. How awesome would it be to carry 1,400 books on one little device? Super awesome I say! I had a friend who bought me The Hunger Games Trilogy for my new Kindle for her Christmas gift to me. I also plan on reading Rick Steve's England 2012 when the Kindle version comes out. I can't wait to get my little hands on my new Kindle.

It's Not Christmas Without...

2011-12-20T07:29:00.000-07:00

...Luminaries

I've only seen these in the Southwest where I'm from and I love them. When I was younger, we'd always decorate our lane that led up to our house with luminaries. Every night, we'd trek out in the snow and light the candles up. Our mischievious dog, Nose Marie, would play with them and we'd often find them without candles the next night.

It's Not Christmas Without...

2011-12-19T08:12:00.000-07:00

...Holiday nails

Only a few times a year, I get the itch to paint my nails and around Christmas is one of those times. The nail color is always red. Oh how they make me happy!

It's Not Christmas Without...

2011-12-16T11:32:00.000-07:00

...Legwarmers

Okay, not really. But, I have a semi-funny story about legwarmers and Christmas. It was the mid-80's...the time where big hair, frosty lips, and legwarmers ruled everything trendy. I was just a young soul looking for a gift to give my mother for Christmas. You see, I wasn't bringing in a lot of cash...$0.25/week only went so far in those days. Christmas was fast approaching and I began to panic (as much a 5 year old would). I was in my room looking for my mom's perfect gift when my eyes laid upon my ratty legwarmers. That was it. That was what I gave my mother for Christmas that year. When she opened her present on Christmas and I can only imagine her amusement at what her 5 year old daughter gave her. Makes me wonder what treasures my future children have in store for me. Several years ago,I found those ratty legwarmers in one of my mother's drawers. So, it's not Christmas without legwarmers.

It's Not Christmas Without...

2011-12-15T16:00:00.000-07:00

...Snow

and

..."Snow"

It's Not Christmas Without...

2011-12-14T06:48:00.000-07:00

...Old fashion Christmas candy

These candies totally remind me of Christmas in my younger years. My Grandma Bo would always bring us a few bags of these delicious treats. During the holiday season, I always buy a bag because it's not Christmas without the stuff.

It's Not Christmas Without...

2011-12-13T10:51:00.002-07:00

...Alvin and The Chipmunks (old school style)

I grew up listening to "Christmas With the Chipmunks," and I wanted the hulahoop too. "We can hardly Santa wait, please Christmas don't be late!" (That's how I sang it as a child.)

Mr. Telephone Man

2011-12-12T07:30:00.000-07:00

Within the past few years, I’ve grown an aversion to taking personal calls. This is really odd because I used to love talking on the phone. Once upon a time, my best friend and I talked for 3 hours straight on the phone, no lie. Believe me, I, too, am annoyed with how there is less and less personal contact in the world these days. So peeps, I’m in a quandary. I want to talk to my far away friends, but how can I if I hate talking on the phone? I’ve been wondering where my distaste was coming from until I was talking to someone who worked for the IRS. She told me that she hates talking on her personal phone and if her husband calls her at all, she rejects it. She demands a text message. She told me that she hates taking personal calls because she’s on the phone all day every day at work. Jinkies! A light bulb went off in my head. That’s why I hate taking personal calls because I’m constantly on the phone at work, not as much as the gal I talked to but it is enough to dislike talking to my dear loved ones.

I’m reminded of an episode on Felicity where she talks about working for an ice cream shop. She thought she’d really love it and eat until her heart’s content; however, it had the opposite effect. Her mother would suggest getting ice cream and she’d be repulsed by the very idea. So, my sincerest apologies to those who try to call me and end up getting my voicemail, I’ve got phone aversion/anxiety/(insert some other related “a” word here).

Movember

2011-12-01T10:39:00.000-07:00

My Movember 'stache.

Don't want to know how my face will look during my menopausal years. I may join the circus in my 40s.

You're a Mean One, Sue the Grinch

2011-11-17T08:13:00.000-07:00

Since I've been teaching little hoodlums, my Grinch heart has seemed to grow a size or two. I'm not joking. My first day teaching, one little girl for no rhyme or reason leaned over to me and whispered, "I love you." Now, how can my Grinch heart not swell?? Another Sunday, another little girl came up to me and gave me a big hug just because. I've been fighting off my Grinchiness. Now this really makes my Grinch heart grow another size:

and this

This girl reminds me of a younger me. I used to rap J. J. Fad songs. I remember my brother recording me, but I don't know where that tape went.

ALAKABOOM! Frump Girl You Are DOOMED!

2011-11-03T15:04:00.000-06:00

Do you ever have epiphanies where you get a surge of inspiration that from this day forward you're going to be different? Or you're tired of something and say, "That's it! Something has got to change!"? Well friends, today I just did. Let me let you in on a little secret that's not so secret when you see me, I'm frump girl. Yes, I am. All you fans of My Big Fat Greek Wedding know what I'm talkin' 'bout.

This past year I was in the "dark" place (Grey's reference) and sort of just let go...of my appearance. Suddenly tweezing my eyebrows lay by the wayside until I look in the mirror at my Amazon jungle face and wonder where my eyelashes end and begin. Going to gym became burdensome and I've gained some protection pounds that I don't want or need. If you could see me now, you would not want to be associated with me. My hair is sloppily pulled into a bun and there is zero make-up on this face. It's not like when I was 16 and unblemished. No, no. I look like a leftover scary mask from Halloween and Halloween is over peeps. I sit here and stroke my eyebrows and think, "Man, I need to tweeze."

I think the cold air that is circulating in my office has finally put some much needed sense into me. "Sue, it's time. It's time to get out of that dark place. It's time to start looking good again. Girl, you need to wake up earlier and start acting like you care. It's time to go to the gym after work and get some much needed exercise. It. Is. Time!"

So, I, Suedles, will resolve to wear make-up twice a week (babysteps people, babysteps). I will continue to wear my hair down twice a week, but randomly do it thrice. I will go to the gym at least 4 times a week. I am not an old maid and I need to stop acting like I am.

Boom! How's that for wake-up call??

Challenge ACCEPTED

2011-10-17T06:58:00.001-06:00

As Whitney has once said, "The children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way..." Well bloggies, I've never given thought to these words, I just sang them. Now, I've become a teacher of them. Oh no! This past Sunday, one of the clergymen of my church has asked me to teach the 4 year olds. Yes, you read that right--4YEAR OLDS! Before I made the move to the church ward I now attend, I asked my roommate to tell the people of the ward that I hate kids to prevent this very thing from happening. This is me with children:

I have no experience with children. I'm the youngest in my family and none of my sibilings have reproduced. Sure I've held a baby or two, but only one at a time. I've never had a group of children to look after and made them listen to me...wait, there was that one time I helped Brown Socks with her runts in her school. But still, to hold their attention--4 YEAR OLDS! Oh gosh!

The parents will be begging the church leaders to release me as the teacher in a few months and I will go back to flying under the radar.

The Day I Was High Off of Crack...Caffeine

2011-09-22T11:07:00.000-06:00

As you all know that I've been off the juice (leaded Diet Coke) for just about 2 years. Caffeine has not been coursing through my veins for sometime. Well a couple of days ago, I had the most horrific headache. I could literally feel the pounding and thought someone had a jackhammer to my brain at the time. I finally succumbed to taking 2 Exedrin Migraine pills. If you haven't taken these pills, these pills contain caffeine and caffeine is something I'm not used to metabolizing. Well, here's how my day went after consumption:

9:00am- wait for the pills to take effect
10:00am- finally they kick in and I'm starting to feel good
10:30am- I begin to tap my feet and wonder why I'm doing that
11:00am- I'm suddenly feeling very alert
11:30am- I run up the stairs to my floor very quickly and marvel at my energy.
12:00pm- I'm starting to get slap happy and find everything funny.
1:00pm- I go for my daily walk at lunch and feel like I could run it, instead I speedwalk it and can see my friend lagging a bit.
1:30pm- I begin singing random songs.
2:00pm- I get the urge to dance on top of my desk for my whole division to see. Luckily, common sense has won out.
2:30pm- I feel like I can leap from building to building.
2:45pm- I tell my roommate that when I get back from the gym that night, I will be found jumping on her bed and we can play Crack the Egg.
3:00pm- I'm still finding everything humorous.
3:30pm- I begin to wonder why I'm so happy when I was so crabby earlier in the morning.
4:00pm- I being to plot out my gym plan for the evening...running was definitely in the mix.
4:30pm- Turn on the Backstreet Boys and begin dancing to "Everybody (Backstreet's Back).
5:00pm- Listen to my gym mix and bob my head.
6:00pm- Get to the gym and run like I've never run before and spin like I've never spun before.
7:00pm- Still feeling antsy and considering another hour at the gym. Laziness wins and I go home.
7:30pm- Not feeling tired at all. Turn on the tube.
10:00pm- Watch the news and groom my feet (note: this is way past my bedtime).
11:00pm- Read and think about jumping on my roommate's bed.
12:00am- Frustration begins to set in because I'm not asleep and dread waking in 5 hours.
1:00am- Turn the lamp on and begin reading.
2:00am- Still reading.
3:00am- Stare at my alarm clock and will myself to sleep.
4:00am- Consider crying because I want to sleep so bad.
5:00am- Still up and mad. Begin cursing caffeine or rather my inability to handle caffeine.

I still had a hard time falling asleep last night. Never knew that I was that immune to that stuff while I was on the juice. Note to self: only take 1 Exedrin Migraine if needed.

Lesson to Learn

2011-09-20T15:46:00.000-06:00

I'm going home to the Rez in a few days to learn a rite of passage that all Navajo young women must learn before their 20s, which I'm just a tad behind. What is the rite of passage??? Making this:

I've made frybread before, but the batches never seem to turn out right. Everyone who has had my frybread tells me they're delicious, but I know otherwise. What I've made are imposters and very dry. Heck, I'm Navajo...this should be second nature already. I hope to learn the art from my parents. I hope to finally hold my head up high and say that I can make frybread like a real Navajo.

Holla-rific Workout

2011-09-15T07:50:00.000-06:00

Do you ever have amazing workouts that you wonder where all your energy came from after working a 10-hour day? I do. I had the most amazing spin workout yesterday. We worked on strength training/endurance in and out of the saddle. These workouts I feel that I'm the weakest at because I feel that I can never keep my speed when I up my resistance. Well folks, last night was different. I was a speed demon while adding tons of resistance. You should've seen my face while I was riding. I probably looked like I was a gargoyle on a cathedral.

P.S. My legs are delightfully sore. Love it! The strength training/endurance ride is working!

September

2011-09-14T07:27:00.000-06:00

I think I've found my second favorite month. It's definitely September. Let me count the ways...

1. Cool mornings, warm days, and cool nights
2. The abundance of ripe fruits and vegetables
3. Songs that remind me of September (ex. Earth, Wind, and Fire)
4. Children are in school and I can enjoy places more sans kids
5. Working out in cooler weather is so much more enjoyable
6. All sorts of fairs going on
7. Cooler weather
8. Cooler weather
9. Cooer weather
10. Lastly, cooler weather

I will leave you with Earth, Wind, and Fire to brighten your day:

Unsolved Mystery

2011-09-01T14:10:00.000-06:00

Why is it that male babies/toddlers seem to love me but I cannot seem to hold the attention of a grown up male? Strange. Male babies think I'm the shiz and male adults think nothing because I can't get their attention. This is a mystery that needs to be solved.

Po Po in da Hizzie!

2011-08-31T10:08:00.000-06:00

Agent Frisks U. O'Donnell of the CTF (Cigarette Task Force) here. I'm out on the beat again trying to catch those pesky and unruly cigarette tax violators. Do not mistake that pretzel for a cigarette.

Today, my sources took me to a stamper...Costco.

One of the cleaner joints, so I know I wouldn't have to bust out my can of Whoop @$$. That's good because I'm getting on the older side. I can't slide off the hood of the Chevy Impala like I used to in a hot pursuit. They're clean, so back on the beat it is for me.

They're My Obsession

2011-08-23T15:30:00.002-06:00

Currently, I'm obsessed with The Dave Ramsey Show podcast and The Suze Orman Show podcast. For the past 3 weeks, my knowledge of mortgages, credit cards, FICO scores, Roth IRAs, and other financial jargon has increased 100 fold. I even picked up a couple of their books from the library.

I love the "Can I Afford It?" segment of The Suze Orman show and I love when she calls people girlfriend or boyfriend. She totally makes me want to become besties with her. I love the "We're Debt Free!!!!" segment of The Dave Ramsey Show. What really impresses me about these two is they were once in a LOT of debt...I mean A LOT. It's so great to hear how they turned their lives around and that they are now living financially smart.

You all should check them out if you have iTunes. The podcasts are free and Suze's shows are usually up for a few months. With Dave's shows, he only has the previous day's show available

Songs of My Childhood

2011-08-18T11:03:00.000-06:00

Recently, I’ve been reminiscing about my 30 plus years and I’ve been thinking of my childhood. Ah, my childhood. Remind me to tell you of the time I took off from my home and wandered because I was determined to go to Kmart. Of all places, Kmart! By the way, I was 4 and now that I think about it, that’s probably why my mom became increasingly overprotective of me because I was prone to wander…wander like the independent spirit that I am. Anyway, back to the point of my entry: I’ve started listening to songs from my early childhood especially “Islands in the Stream,” by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers. Raise your hand if you remember that song! Holla! If you were too young or don’t know that song, YouTube it and enjoy. You’re welcome.

Back to the song: I loved this song as a youngster. I remember hearing it in my mother’s car and trying my darndest to sing the words verbatim as well as any 4 year old could. It probably was cute because I was cute back then despite my wandering tendencies. Another song that takes me back is “Grandpa (Tell Me ‘Bout the Good Ol’ Days),” by the Judds. I remember riding in my aunt’s truck, car seat-less (remember those days when a child was without restraint???), and enjoying the journey that my aunt took me on. Ah, my childhood rez days!

Homely Ambitions

2011-08-17T16:28:00.000-06:00

Do you ever read craft and/or recipe blogs? I do. I’m addicted. Do you ever get inspired by said blogs and swear that you’re gonna become just like them and find the hardest project to do? Oh, I do. I want to become a Susie Homemaker (without really staying home) and can like no other and reclaim my own furniture. I start dreaming up ideas and D.I. suddenly becomes one of those places that I MUST visit to find a piece of furniture to reclaim and somehow I need to get my hands on 240 Kerr jars. Then reality hits: where am I going to put that piece of reclaimed furniture and would it really be economically feasible for me to can just for one? Then my cloud starts to break and I get a little pang in my heart. Someday I want to find a treasure in my local D.I. and make it all mine. Someday I will be able to can all that I can find in my garden and what is in other people’s gardens. Someday. Someday.

What’s In a Name?

2011-08-16T07:11:00.000-06:00

“My name is Sue. How do you do?” –Johnny Cash

As I was travelling to work in my comatose state, I started to think about my name…my full first name. “Susan,” I said to myself. “Is my name really Susan?” I asked. “Sah-uhz-an,” I quietly mumbled to myself. “S-U-S-A-N. That really can’t be my name. Sue. Yes, that’s more like it. Sue not Susan.”

When I was born, my parents wrapped me up and raised me to the heavens and christened me Susan. Not really, one of my brothers gave me my name. All the years I spent on the reservation, I was known by “Susan.” Except when my mom was calling both my brother in for dinner she yelled, “Dessue!” Which was a combination of our names because we were practically one anyway. When I came to Utah at the age of 12, I was asked what I liked to be called. This was a chance for me to reinvent myself because I was starting a new adventure. I quickly blurted, “Sue. I go by Sue.” From then on, Sue became me and Susan was just a formal me.

Nearing graduation in college, one of my classmates said to me, "All these years I've been calling you Sue but most of our professors call you Susan. Have I been calling you the wrong name all these years??" I laughed and said, "No, I go by Sue." So, for almost 20 years, it seems strange that my name is Susan because to most I’m Sue, to me especially. Try calling me Susan. Isn’t that weird? Maybe next year will be another reinvention and I will be known as…

Jane Eyre

2011-08-15T16:36:00.001-06:00

Who is ready for this to come out on DVD? Who is ready for this gorgeous Mr. Rochester? I’m currently searching for my Mr. Rochester. I’ll leave you with my favorite quote from the book (I nearly cried when I read/listened to it. I replayed/re-read it over and over):

“Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton? –a machine without feelings? And can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! –I have as much soul as you,- and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even mortal flesh: -it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal, -as we are!”

**SIGH**

Have You Ever…?

2011-08-15T08:59:00.001-06:00

Have you ever read a book that you’ve cried over? I’m talking really cried…like tears just flowing down your face and even coming to the point of sobbing. Yup, guilty here. I just finished a book where I cried for a good hour. I remember several years ago, I read Where the Red Fern Grows and I got to the part where the dogs died. Oh my goodness! I was sobbing so hard and I was trying to stifle them because I shared a room at the time and my roommate had been asleep. I’ve never cried that hard at a movie. I guess books affect me much more deeply.

Here I Come Mr. Darcy!

2011-08-08T08:18:00.000-06:00

This year, I've set a birthday goal to read 8 classic books. This month, I've set a sub-goal to that goal, those 8 classic books will be all by Jane Austen and Elizabeth Glaskell. You see, I really want to go on an English literary tour and in order for me to really enjoy the tour, I need to actually read the books. Sure, I've seen movies, but movies just aren't the same. I'm so glad that I read Jane Eyre before I saw any sort of movie adaptation of Jane Eyre because it was really interesting to see what each director put in the movies. Hands down, the book is so much better. So, I'm pretty sure I will enjoy all the books.

My first book of choice is Pride and Prejudice. Wish me luck!

P.S. What's even better is these books are all on Librovox and I can listen to them at work....for free!

Channelling Dirty Harry with my Dirty Hair...

2011-08-03T12:36:00.000-06:00

Some days, I feel like Dirty Harry in Sudden Impact. Especially days when a taxpayer tells me, "Well, I'll just go to the Governor or to the Attorney General's office to get around this loop." I just want to say, "Go ahead, make my day," in a low, raspy voice.

Rules and Regulations

2011-07-27T09:36:00.000-06:00

Remember my Shrimp Fried Rice post? Well, I was wondering since I've made my declaration, can I be a Republican and still watch the Rachel Maddow Show? I really, really, REALLY like her show. Will it make me a bad Republican or make me that more informed of the other side? Being "unaffiliated" for a number of years made it so I could listen or watch whoever I wanted in the political spectrum of tv shows without guilt. Now, I'm sort of torn. How about this: I will be a Republican that is a closet fan of the Rachel Maddow Show. Phew, so glad to get that off my chest. I can tell that declaring a side will not be easy for me.

Dealz

2011-07-26T09:54:00.000-06:00

Look at me new spectacles! Aren't they lovely? They're extra lovely to me because I got them for only $13.00. What? Prescription glasses for only $13.00? $250.00 frames plus lenses for only $13.00??? I've become quite the bargain shopper these days. The $13.00 I paid was for shipping and handling, which essentially means that I got my glasses for free.

Which also means I can get these

without breaking the bank or feeling guilty (which goes against my shopping rules).

Side Effects of New Hobbies

2011-07-21T07:31:00.000-06:00

I've picked up a new hobby. A new hobby that I'm not allowed to do while travelling on mass transportation and before going to bed. This hobby makes me forget my surroundings because I get so involved in it. My new hobby makes my brain highly active where I can't sleep at night because I'm thinking of my next move. The hobby is...

That's a sudoku puzzle if you can't tell by the picture.

Let me tell you a little story. Last night, I was going home and boarded the train. I whipped out my book and started a puzzle. I got so involved and the stops were just flying by. I finally finished my puzzle and was about to do a victory lap because this one puzzle was particularly troublesome. As I was preparing my shouts of victory, I heard the announcer say, "Next stop, Clearfield Station." What the??? Mid victory dance, I gaped out the window as I watched my town go by. The tune of "Chariots of Fire," soon began to fade. I felt like throwing my body against the window and yelling, "NOOOOOOOO!" All the while, waving my fist in the air. I quickly looked at the train schedule. Luckily the north and south bound trains met up at the next stop. I threw my sudoku book in my purse to resist any further temptation and any further distance from my home. I was like a horse at the beginning of a race waiting for the gates to open. The train stopped and I was out of the gate. I lept toward the next train thinking that I was going to miss it. I made it just in time. I looked at my purse and wanted so badly to take out my sudoku book but I had to restrain myself. Heaven only knows where I could've ended up if I lived in another state.

So, moral of the story: no sudoku on the train and no sudoku after 7pm.

Tears for Fears

2011-07-20T12:18:00.000-06:00

How do YOU cut your onions? Me, double eye protection and multiple knives and not one tear.

Dress Code

2011-07-14T10:52:00.000-06:00

Business Casual?? Of Course! This is how I make my TOMS part of my work outfit: pair with a skirt.

Needing and Wanting

2011-07-05T10:15:00.000-06:00

You know the sage old financial advice of “buy stuff that you need instead of what you want”? Have you ever looked longingly at a new pair of shoes, a new purse, a new watch, a new whatever and silently said, “Oh how I want you. Just you wait, you will be mine. You will be mine”? Never fear, I have formulated some easy steps of how to turn a want into a need.

1. Never ever question yourself and ask, “Do I really need this?” Because, you’ll surely talk yourself out of purchasing that “much needed” item. Instead say, “Of course I need this. In a few months, all these items will be gone and I’ll be kicking myself. I need this real bad.”

2. No two items are the same. Sure you own several pairs of brown flats, but they are not the same. One has buckles, another has bows. Another is a light tan, and the other is dark brown. Another pair of brown shoes will just add to your eclectic/similar collection.
a. There is a fine line with this rule. You must not become greedy and become a hoarder. Heaven forbid your house gets turned in for the TV show and you never wear that pair of new brown flats.

3. Follow Newton’s Third Law, “For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.” The sub-goal is to not go broke while purchasing needed item. So, if that means eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the next two weeks until payday, then so be it. A plus could be losing weight and looking that much hotter in your newly purchased dress. Reading by candlelight could be your homage to your ancestors.

4. Shopping angry or sad just makes the experience so much better. Retail therapy is where it’s at for turning a want into a need. Filling that void with clothes, electronics, shoes, etc. is so much better than filling it with food.

5. Last but not least: when item is bought, never look back. Once again, rule #1 is being reiterated here. We don’t want any buyer’s remorse on our hands. We want and need to be able to enjoy our newly purchased needed item. That item doesn’t need to be returned to the store for some other person to enjoy.

Good luck to you and enjoy those newly purchased needs. I know I will.

Shrimp Fried Rice! Shrimp Fried Rice!

2011-06-28T08:18:00.000-06:00

Okay, I’m not one to shout from the rooftop who I’m politically supporting. Like my feelings, I keep my political views well protected but share with a few who share my same views. For 10 plus years, I’ve considered myself an Independent and swore up and down that I would not choose a major political party. Sure, I’ve leaned more left than most of my friends because my father is very liberal and he’s not afraid to say or show it and that sorta rubbed off on me (the liberal side not the sharing side). However, he did say that the only time he voted Republican was when Barry Goldwater was running for President back in the 60’s and I just learned that Mr. Goldwater was called “Mr. Conservative”.

So, all these years, I’ve sat out on voting during the primaries because Utah doesn’t recognize Independent voters. I’ve sat on the sidelines hoping that someone good would make it to the general election. And the term “good” is relative. I’m moderate in my views and believe in, although it may be too idealistic, bipartisanship. I cannot stand how simple issues cannot be discussed because it either came from a Democrat or a Republican. Filibusters enrage me.

Not only am I moderate in my views, I’m also a flip-flopper. Call me insincere or easily swayed. Good thing I’m not running for office. For me, it doesn’t matter that a candidate has changed his or her view as long as it matches mine. I mean isn’t there one moment in life that you realize that you were wrong about something and changed? I’m just sayin’.

So, what’s my whole point? Well folks, I’m no longer unaffiliated with any party. I chose a side. However, these days it seems as if no one can have moderate views. But, I do because once again I’m hoping for bipartisanship. What side did I choose? You can determine for yourself.

This is a big step and I may flip-flop back to my unaffiliated status a few years down the road.

Um, I haven’t washed my hand since last Friday. Just kidding.

Note: My title comes from one of my favorite episodes of How I Met Your Mother.

Ride On

2011-06-06T09:36:00.000-06:00

So, I fell in love with spinning a few years ago. For some masochistic reason, I love when my lungs are burning for air and when my legs feel like jelly after a 60 minute ride. In these years, I've kept my riding indoors because I don't own a bike and it's usually dark when I can go for a ride. Recently, I've been antsy to get motivated and up my fitness. I've said before that I would like to run a 5K this year, but I'm seriously toying with the idea of doing a bike race. Yikes!

I've inherited a mountain bike that I will be converting into a hybrid. For the time being, this will have to suffice because I'm a novice rider and I don't see that buying a $1,000 road bike making any sense right now. I have about 4 months to train and through my research, that should be plenty of time.

I'm hoping that writing this out to the blogging world, I will actually do this thang. I'm a tad scared. Wish me luck!

A Penny for Your Thoughts

2011-05-26T11:35:00.002-06:00

Hey Friends! It’s time to rely on my own creativity and come up with my own blog topics. I’ve used my list as my crutch and I’m not really ready to stand on my own…again. I need to clear the cobwebs and dust off my imagination. So, I’ll leave you with a menagerie of thoughts to get the old cogs churning.

I’m sitting here as antsy as can be and ready (mentally) to board my plane. I’ve actually checked out mentally since yesterday, hence my blogging. The physical readiness is somewhat lacking though. I have yet to finish packing, which is very unlike me. Usually, I’m packed 1 week in advance before a trip. This year, procrastination has reared its ugly head into my life and surprisingly, I’m okay with it. I’m impatiently waiting for the time that I can actually check-in and get a really good boarding pass. I’m considering setting up a reminder on my work email so that as the time approaches, I’ll be good and ready to check in. P.S. My homestead is supposed to be lovely weather-wise. I can’t wait for the sunshine. I like the rain, but it’s time for some sun!

Speaking of getting some sun, I’ve got the Ricketts folks. Okay, I don’t have Ricketts. I’ve been perusing WebMD way too much. But, I am Vitamin D deficient. You see what a desk job and living in the land of rain is doing to me?? My new alarm clock isn’t helping much either… At my latest doctor’s check-up, my awesome (I really do think she’s awesome…she remembers me and we talk about dating, etc.) doctor decided to check my vitamin D levels because I made her check my thyroid (next topic). Anyway, results came in and I’m super vitamin D deficient and I’ve self-diagnosed myself with Ricketts. So, she’s got me on this crazy vitamin D regimen. Alright, alright, not so crazy. But I have to take this insane 500000000 unit vitamin D pill once a week for a month and a half. Then, I have to take another vitamin D pill daily. I know, I know. Ya’ll are thinking, “Sue, don’t you take a multivitamin??” Friends, I do. I promise. It’s just not enough because I’m stuck in an office all day and I don’t drink milk. So, here I am battling Ricketts and on my way to being vitamin D sufficient. Plus side: vitamin D prescription side effect...weight loss.

So my thyroid, since this has now become a blog for my health status. Thyroid is normal. Very normal. I had to blame something for me gaining weight. So what if I eat close to my bedtime, I must blame the thyroid. It must be sluggish because my body is totally turning against me. Sure, I have a cannoli about once a week, but I go to spin once a week. For a moment, I thought I could have a “quick fix” for once in my life, but was quickly brought back to reality knowing that I have to put blood, sweat, and tears into my effort. But part of me blames the rain and the thyroid…just a little bit.

Monday marks the start of summer travelling. How I enjoy travelling during the summer. Sometimes I wish that I became a math or chemistry teacher so that I could have the summers off. I’d also love an endless amount of travelling money…who wouldn’t? However, this year, I don’t really have any summer trips planned. Just one to kick off the start of summer travelling but none to sustain me through September. I need to take advantage of my last days of having Fridays off. All my friends out there, please include me in your summer travelling plans…well, only if those plans include leaving Thursday night and returning Sunday evening. I’m a great travelling companion. I can make you a road trip playlist that will squash all your doubts at me being an awesome road tip buddy. I’ll even rap out, “Intergalatic,” by the Beastie Boys for you…one of my many road tripping skillz. Think about it and let me know.

It’s time to sign off. See ya’ll on the flippity side.

A Year Older...

2011-05-23T10:35:00.001-06:00

Have I expressed how much I love odd year birthdays??? Well, I do. This year didn't disappoint at all. I just wanted a small gathering of friends to celebrate. I think it has become a birthday tradition to go to a teppanyaki restaurant to stuff myself with delicious food.

This is the group after dinner shot minus T's girlfriend.

I just love this picture of me and Brown Socks.

The highlight of the night was receiving the movie, Never Say Never, and a hoodie. That's right folks, the Biebs and Co. will be viewed in my home whenever I want. Great birthday!

Day 50: A Letter to Your Reflection in the Mirror

2011-05-19T09:14:00.002-06:00

Dear (Wo)man in the Mirror,

“I’m gonna make a change for once in my life. It’s gonna feel real good. Gonna make a difference. Gonna make it right…”-MJ

MJ really knows how to bring it and sing it. I guess it seems alright to talk to yourself in this context. You often become reflective at this time of year when another birthday approaches. It’s crazy to think that another year has come and gone. This morning you thought about when you were around 4 how you’d ask Mom every so often when your birthday was and patiently she’d tell you time after time. What a sweet memory. Note to self: You need to jot these memories down so you can always remember, especially when you’re old and senile.

It’s been a rough year but so what, it was only to make you stronger. Now Britney is in your head. “Stronger than yesterday…” It’s nice to know that there is a lot of fight in you even though there were a many a times that you wanted to throw in the towel. Now you can just cut your losses and move on to better. You know now that you can handle just about anything.

I’m (you’re) excited for what the future holds for you. However, don’t let your anxieties take over. Welcome the change because you’re the one asking for it. There’s one quote from Hope Floats that you’ve always liked, “Childhood is what you spend the rest of your life trying to overcome. That's what momma always says. She says that beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts the most. Try to remember that when you find yourself at a new beginning. Just give hope a chance to float up. And it will...”

What more can I say to you? Oh, you need to dust off that disco ball and dance around a bit. Also, good call on buying those Toms because they look amazing on you. You might have to get another pair, but just a different style.

Suedles

Day 49: Hopes, Dreams, and Plans for the Next 365 Days

2011-05-16T12:12:00.000-06:00

This post seems a bit cheesy to me. So, let’s just call this my birthday goal post. First off, let me recap my goals from last year and if I even made it. Yikes! Um, I sorta forgot my goals except for two:

1. Read 6 classics (ACHIEVED)
a. The Chosen
b. Little Women
c. To Kill a Mockingbird
d. Cannery Row
e. Jane Eyre
f. The Call of the Wild

2. Run a 10K (sadly FAILED)

This year, I have a couple of goals in mind but I haven’t really put pen to paper. Here they are:

1. Read 8 classics (they all have to be different from last year’s books)
2. Run a 5K (my goal was a bit lofty, so I will try the short distance this year to make the goal achievable)
3. Go on several bike rides (I have a longing for wind in my hair, well the hair not being covered by a helmet)
4. Re-implement Vegetarian Fridays
5. Be more friendly
6. Wear my hair down at least twice during the workweek
7. Be the change I see in the world (just kidding…does anyone else think that this quote is overused as much as I do? Don't get me wrong, Ghandi is awesome. It's just that I hear this quote all the time from all sources. Sorta like a song being overplayed on the radio.)

These are all my hopes, dreams, and plans (gag) for this birthday year. Thanks for tuning in!

Day 48: A Photo of You Right Now

2011-05-11T07:24:00.001-06:00

Gotta get this picture now before the day wears on and I begin to look haggard. I like this picture. It's my "Blue Steel" look. Aren't I "ridiculously good looking"? After a bazillion tries with my camera phone, I snapped a good one. It's kinda hard to remain inconspicuous in your cubicle when there are lots of people milling around. Strange because it seems too early for the milling about. I almost got caught about 10 times. I had to pretend I was just looking at my phone.

Day 47: Birthday Wish List

2011-05-10T16:02:00.001-06:00

How coincidental, a birthday wish list... Oh my do I have a list!

I would love a pair of Tom's, especially these Tom's. What cute summer shoes to wear with a pair of bermuda shorts. ($69)

For a few years, I've wanted a Polar heart monitor. I would be a great way to keep better tabs on my workouts. ($119)

I want to get an updated shuffle. My shuffle is on its last legs. Plus, this one has cooler features than my shuffle. ($49)

I really, really, REEEALLLY want this Fossil bag. Why must I have expensive taste, why? ($139)

For my birthday dinner, I would like some sushi. Oh how I'm craving sushi. Well, I could eat Japanese cuisine. That seems like my birthday trend, Japanese for dinner.

For dessert, instead of a cake, CANNOLIS! I'm going for the multicultural meal here. Japanese for dinner, Italian for dessert.

Most likely, I will be purchasing the Tom's and finding a cheaper-just-as-cute purse. I will be eating a cannoli this weekend with some friends at an Italian deli. The heart monitor and shuffle will just have to wait. That sushi will be eaten some time soon.

Day 45: A Letter to Yourself a Year Ago

2011-05-09T08:35:00.002-06:00

Dearest Suedles,

Hello there! This is future Suedles. I know you’ve been freaking out about being the big 3-0, but honestly, it’s not that bad. You come out like a bandit with your registry idea. Although this even year birthday year was not the greatest, you still come out stronger.

I’m not going to lie to you, it’s going to be super tough and emotional in the months ahead. You’ve got some tough decisions to make. You’ll think that the hurting will never stop but eventually the days get better. A hurdle or two may arise, but that just gives you the opportunity to grow once again and show what you’re made of. You’re one tough Betty.

Good news, you will find a gym where you can go to spin and various other classes. Yes! You get a little more padding from the stress, but don’t worry just go back to the gym and work it out. Also, you have a rockin’ gym playlist.

From the words of the News Kids keep “hangin’ tough”.

Suedizzle

Day 44: Something That Fascinates You and Why

2011-05-05T10:34:00.000-06:00

Within in recent years, I’ve sort of become obsessed with the American Mafia (aka La Costa Nostra aka the Mob). I’m not really into the glitz and glamour of it but more like why are they a secret society. Well, secret until the 1950s. It’s just interesting how they infiltrated cities, labor unions, and politics.

When I lived with Brown Socks and she was away on her many trips, I’d often watch Gang Land whenever they did an episode on the Mob. I also watched for the very first time The Godfather I &II, The Untouchables, and Good Fellas. There are so many other gangster movies I want to watch. One that I just recently watched, The Godfather III and let me tell you it was disappointing with a capital D. This past month I started watching a new show called Mob Wives. Oh boy is it addicting. Move over Real Housewives franchise…you ain’t got nuttin’ on Mob Wives.

I would really love to go to the new Mob museums in Las Vegas. I’m obsessed with cannolis now. I’m considering buying a book by Sammy the Bull. Also, who can’t resist doing an impersonation of Don Corleone (Marlon Brando)? “I’m gonna give him an offer he can’t refuse.”

Day 43: A Picture of Your Favorite Place in the World

2011-05-04T13:22:00.000-06:00

Come on, just one picture? One picture will not do this place that I'm about to show you justice. I love this place with all my heart and I'm hopin' to get there...somehow. The scenery is gorgei (better than the word gorgeous). The temperature is perfect. I hate the heat and dream of some day living in a place where the temperature is temperate. This is perfection to me.

Day 42: A Bad Habit You Have

2011-05-03T13:48:00.001-06:00

Road R A G E. But not as far as I'm packin' heat and all those suckaz out there better get out of my way and step off or else I'm going to bust a cap in their **bleep**. But as far as me yellin' and cussin' and gesturin' to the imbeciles who are allowed to drive. It's worse with inner city driving because of the stop-and-go. The only time I swear these days is when I'm behind the wheel. Sometimes I call it my therapy because I get to release all my pent up anger from a hard day's work.

Day 40: A Deceased Person You Wish You Could Talk to

2011-04-26T07:57:00.002-06:00

There are numerous deceased people I wish I could talk to, but I will only mention 2. They are my great grandfathers, so my maternal grandmother’s father (Silaago) and paternal grandfather’s father (John). I don’t know much about my ancestors because it is verboten in the Navajo culture to talk about dead people. Thus, my parents don’t know much to tell me. Vicious cycle peeps.

What I’ve learned through the years is that they were both, Silaago and John, Indian Scouts for the US Calvary. Isn’t that cool? John even fought in the Spanish American War. I’ve heard that Silaago was on a postcard. I have no way obtaining that postcard. I’ve also heard that Silaago was very tall. How tall? I don’t know. The definition of tall seems to be relative on the rez because one of my grandmothers thought that I was tall and ya’ll know I’m far from being tall. John got his name from the Calvary and I don’t know what his Navajo name was.

It would be awesome to speak with them and my choice of language would be Navajo. To be able to speak and understand Navajo would be a joy. They could tell me all about their adventures and how they met their spouses. You see, Silaago had a Zuni wife but she left. I’d like to know who she was. I’d like to know if they were part of the Long Walk (just like the Cherokee Trail of Tears). So many things I would like to know about them.

Day 39: Zodiac Sign and Do You Think it Fits Your Personality

2011-04-25T12:02:00.000-06:00

Taurus

Taurus is the one who has immense perseverance, even when others have given up, the Taurus rages on. Solid and persistent, just like the bull, which is Taurus' well suited symbol. Taurus's have a well known reputation for being stubborn, which is not necessarily a bad thing. The stubborn streak can cause Taurus to butt heads and conflict with other strong character types. Taurus are not fond of change. They like the familiar and routine comfort of life. Taurus is easy going and not one to pick a fight but should some poor souls attempt to provoke Taurus, the wrath will be known, for they have a temper underneath the calm surface. Taurus are very responsive to their surroundings. They like decorations, color, anything that appeals to all the senses. Taurus like possessions and the Taurus home is nicely decorated with lots of things. Taurus are down to earth, they do not like gaudy, flashy or over the top things. They prefer comfortable and creative settings and objects. Taurus likes security, in every aspect of their lives from home, to love, to career. Taurus can be secretive, opinionated and stingy. Taurus tend to be self-indulgent and lazy, Taurus are master procrastinators of the astrology zodiac! They do however have a strong, persistent drive that comes to life when they choose, and no one would ever know that they are lazy. The secret to this is that their laziness is pushed aside when it comes to themselves.

This is pretty spot on except for the possessions part...unless you count my shoes.

Day 38: A Photo of Your Parents

2011-04-20T14:57:00.000-06:00

This be my 'rents...and their dog. Aren't they cute?? They had me late in life and so they've had a spry daughter keeping them active.

Here's a typical picture of my dad. Whenever we'd go on school shopping trips, he'd find a newspaper, buy it, and read it in the car.

This is my madre. I've always envied her beautiful teeth. She's got some good lookin' chompers. I miss that smile.

I could ask you, bloggin' peeps, which parent I look like the most but I don't have a good close-up of my father.

NKOTBSB

2011-04-12T08:47:00.000-06:00

In case you haven't heard and in case you actually care as much as me, New Kids on the Block and the Backstreet Boys are uniting to form NKOTBSB. I just found out as I was looking at new music on iTunes. I looked to see if they were touring SLC, no luck.

As a child, I loved the New Kids. I even watched the cartoon. I even had their poster on the back of my bedroom door. As a teenager, I loved the Backstreet Boys. I played their first tape non-stop. I was a total Backstreeter instead of an 'NSYNCer.

I can't wait to take a listen to their full album which is set to release around my birthday. How great is that? They must've known.

Day 37: A Song That You Like to Dance to

2011-04-11T13:01:00.001-06:00

I’m in desperate need of a dance party. Desperate. I miss Club Judith. I miss doing Shannanon's dance moves. I call the move "The Blades of Dance." It would be nice to dance out all my stress. Now, where’s my disco ball?

This is my current dance playlist:

“Tik Tok” – Ke$ha (Key dollar sign ha. Did you catch that Glee fans?)
“Just Can’t Get Enough” – The Black Eye Peas (BEP always has it going on with the dance beats.)
“Dynamite” – Taio Cruz (Now who wouldn’t like to dance to a song that says, “I came to dance,” in the first line of the song?)
“Freeze” – T-Pain feat. Chris Brown (This song always makes me want to break dance or learn to break dance.)
“Somebody to Love” – Justin Bieber feat. Usher (So, this song should really be at the top of the playlist because it’s the Biebs and Usher Usher.)
“Blame It (On the Alcohol)” - Glee Version (Um, I don’t know why I like this song so much and why it makes me want to get my groove on.)
“Dog Days Are Over” – Florence + The Machine (This is a random song in the mix but it is so dance worthy.)
“Baby” – Justin Bieber feat. Ludacris (Another Biebs song.)
“Bad Romance” – Lady Gaga (You gots to have some Gaga to dance to.)
“Telephone” – Lady Gaga feat. Beyonce (This song talks about clubbing, so it makes it a dance worthy song.)
“Only Girl (In the World)” – Rihanna (Love this song. Love the beat. Love to dance to this beat)
“What’s My Name” – Rihanna feat. Drake ("Oh nah nah what’s my name?")
“Wannabe” – Spice Girls (Old school dance song.)
“Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)” – Backstreet Boys (Another old school dance song.)
“Heartbreaker” – Pat Benatar (There has to be at least one Pat song.)
"Love Is a Battlefield" - Pat Benatar ("...We are strong!! No one can tell us we're wrong!" Perhaps a dance floor anthem.)
"Dance Floor Anthem" - Good Charlotte (When I dance to this song, I pump my fists.)

Day 36: Some Hobbies of Yours

2011-04-06T09:07:00.000-06:00

I enjoy a little bit of this...

Of course a lot of this...

This will never bore me...

And a little bit of this...

and of course some online/store shopping (sorry, no pics of me shopping).

Day 35: A Letter to an Ex

2011-04-05T07:43:00.002-06:00

Dear *,

Irony or coincidence has entered the picture on this day. It’s your birthday today and I didn’t even plan on writing this today. Oh how have the Fates and planets aligned. Moving forward, what can I possibly say that I haven’t already said? I will leave you with one song that I heard in December that has reminded me of you and our situation. I really like the Leighton Messer version, but I have recently started listening to the Sara Evans version. The song is called “A Little Bit Stronger.” Take a listen.

My favorite parts of the song:

I’m done hoping that we can work it out

I’m done with how it feels

Spinning my wheels
And letting you drag my heart around
And I’m done thinking you could ever change
I know my heart will never be the same
But I’m telling myself I’ll be okay
Even on my weakest days
I get a little bit stronger

Getting along without you, baby
I'm better off without you, baby
How does it feel without me, baby?
I'm getting stronger without you, baby

Well, I hope your birthday is a good one.

Always,
Sue

P.S. I didn't realize how cathartic this is.

Day 34: Your Favorite Quote

2011-04-04T08:24:00.000-06:00

One quote that has affected me positively for the past year is:

"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." --Albert Camus

For me, there is truth in this quote. Let's just say, this past year has been a bit rough on me. Not to get all sentimental and personal with you but I found that there lay an invincible summer (strength) within me. I'm reminded of the actual seasons where it never seems like winter will ever end, but spring just happens to show up and I think that winter wasn't so bad. So word to Albert Camus.

Day 33: What You're Craving Right Now

2011-03-31T07:49:00.000-06:00

I'm craving one of these (cannoli) from my favorite bakery (Gourmandise). Ravioli! Holy Cannoli!! Salt Lake people you need to go there, it will change your life. For real! The sandwiches are delish. The pastries are delish. I've heard the quiche is delish. And best of all, the cannolis are delish. **Psst, Cafe Normandie doesn't compare.

Day 32: A Photo You Took

2011-03-30T07:16:00.000-06:00

This is a picture of my homeland which I will be seeing in less than 2 months. I hope that my allergies will not be too bad and that the weather will be pleasant. That picture makes me smile.

Day 31: Whatever Tickles Your Fancy

2011-03-29T08:02:00.000-06:00

Good news people! I know you are all waiting for me to type it out. The anticipation is just too much for ya’ll. I’m pregnant. Just kidding. Thought I’d try to get a rise out of everyone before I delve into my anticlimactic news. Here it goes: I’ve joined a new gym. Very anticlimactic right? Sorry.

Anyone who knows me knows I was very sad to leave 24Hour Fitness. I loved 24Hour Fitness and I was not ready to sell all my organs and first born child to join Gold’s Gym* so I joined a local gym that was pretty inexpensive; however, one caveat: no classes. I’ve gotten so used to going to classes at 24Hour Fitness that this was a death sentence to me. Do I really lack physical activity creativity? I do. Most days I don’t want to think of a workout to do, I just want someone to tell me what to do. So what has happened to me? Well, some months I’m super duper good and I go to the gym religiously. Other months, I’m not so good because all I can think of is just getting in my bed and sleeping because that’s so much easier than using my remaining brain cells to figure out what to do. I know, I’ve had a sad, sad life.

Lately, my heart has not been into working out. Wait, my heart has been in it but my body and mind just don’t seem to want to follow what my heart desires. I’ve been contemplating that perhaps my first born would be better off without me and do I really need that extra kidney that I’ve been toting around? Perhaps I should just join Gold’s. Did I just really think that? Gold’s wouldn’t be too bad. What the? I know that Gold’s wouldn’t be as great as 24Hour (yes, I’m clearly biased) but it would give me a class to go to and perhaps sync my heart, mind, and body. I thought long and hard. I’ve made numerous appointments in my calendar to visit Gold’s and get a tour. [Aside: this just sounds like my lady doctor appointment.] Anyway, I just sat on the thought and continued to try to go to my gym. I had to devise “rewards” for myself to go (i.e. watching Glee on my iPod). My source of relief has become my source of stress.

Well, I hope I will stress no more! I’ve joined a gym and I can keep my firstborn and organs. What excites me is they have classes and not just ordinary classes, but classes that I’ve missed so much. Sure they call them different names than 24Hour Fitness, but the concepts are the same. Happiness in my heart. Jump for joy for me! Yipee!!! Now, I can get back to loving to gym and being a gym rat (Shan and Beck, do you remember Gym Rat?) Yesh!!!

*No offense to those who love Gold’s Gym. 24Hour Fitness was just my first love and became my love when I went to Step with Cory and experienced his crazy step moves.

P.S. I was so excited to go to my new gym that I woke up at 3:30am yesterday and couldn’t fall back to sleep.

P.P.S. My quads are twitching and my body is delightfully sore. Makes me giddy.

Day 30: The Friendliest Person You Knew For Only 1 Day

2011-03-28T09:29:00.000-06:00

During the summer several years ago, I was travelling on the freeway to Sandy when all of a sudden my car stopped working. Fortunately, I was able to avert and avoid any disaster pulling over to the shoulder of the freeway. I sat there with my heart pumping wondering what the heck happened. It was the end of July and as most that have experienced Utah weather, it is the most miserable time of year and the temperatures are sky high.

I got out of my car on the passenger side to inspect what happened and I began to panic on how I was going to get safely off the freeway. This was a time before cell phones were prevalent and I didn’t have one handy. I got back in my car and continued to panic. I sat there hoping that a Highway Patrolman would stop, alas, no. I watched cars just speedily drive by and a truck caught my eye, it pulled over to the side of the freeway and began to back-up. My heart was thumping at this time. I got out of my car once again and went to the passenger side of the truck. A man had rolled down his window and it appeared that he had his grandson with him. He asked if I needed to use his phone to call AAA and I obliged. I called AAA to pick-up my car and me. He asked what I was going to do and I said that I was just going to wait. He told me no and that it was way too hot to stand out on the side of the freeway to wait for AAA. He told me that he would give me a ride home. I told him that he didn’t have to and I was fine waiting. He would not take no for an answer, so I got into the cab of the truck. Aside: I know you’re thinking, “Stanger danger Sue.” But, I honestly felt okay about getting into his truck and did not get a creeper vibe from him.

I got into his truck and he asked where I lived. I told him I lived in the heart of Salt Lake and that he could just drop me off at a gas station if it was too out of his way. He told me no. As we were getting off the freeway to turn around, he asked if I was thirsty. I told him no. He insisted that I must be thirsty because it was over 100 degrees outside. He pulled over at a gas station and went in to buy me some water. I couldn’t believe this guy. He must’ve been heaven sent because who does that?? I graciously drank my water and we got back on the freeway.

As we were travelling back to Salt Lake, I soon learned that he had just come from Salt Lake and that he was on his way to Highland. If any of you know the area I write of, Highland is closer to Sandy than the U campus. He engaged me in conversation and I also learned that we were of the same faith and that he took in a Native American student like me years before. We got to my house and I thanked him profusely.

This man was seriously the kindest man I’ve met. I don’t remember his name, but I for sure will forever remember his kind acts. Puts me to shame.

Day 29: Your Favorite Color

2011-03-24T09:36:00.000-06:00

Ever since I was little, I've loved the color navy blue even though my mother would tell me that my favorite color was purple (that's a mystery), I'd still harbor feelings for navy blue. Many years later, I found out my mom's favorite color was also navy blue. Hmm, perhaps she wanted to have the color all to herself.

Day 28: Favorite Places to Shop

2011-03-23T16:03:00.000-06:00

All pretty much in that order. Shoes make me happiest and DSW contributes to my happiness.

P.S. Super annoyed with Blogger at the moment.

Day 27: A Talent of Yours

2011-03-16T15:41:00.001-06:00

"I've been hit with a few shots, now I walk with a limp." -50 Cent

Don’t be jealous now when I tell you what my amazing talent is. Drum roll please…

[Anticipation Space]

…I can do a mean gangsta walk.

Honestly, this is the talent that I immediately think of. Is it a talent? More like a skill. A skill needed growing up in the boonies on the rez—Boy-eeee.

This reminds me, there is no more Nate Dogg. [Sad Face] I shall do my gangsta walk in his memory whilst I jam to Warren G's "Regulate" ft. Nate Dogg:

Day 26: Favorite Books

2011-03-14T09:09:00.000-06:00

Cannery Row - John Steinbeck

Really, I like almost any book by John Steinbeck. Several years ago, a friend and I took a California coast trip and made a special trip to Monterey. It was a dream come true and I got to see the actual places that Mr. Steinbeck included in his book.

To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee

This has been a favorite since I read it in the 9th grade. It has been an annual summer read since then.

Surely You’re Joking Mr. Feynman - Richard P. Feynman

Once again, this is an annual summer read for me. This book is great! A great memoir by Dr. Feynman.

Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini

Sure this book is sad and it makes me cry every time I read it but I really like it.

A Thousand Splendid Suns - Khaled Hosseini

This book, I love! It makes me cry too, but the ending is so great. It has become an annual summer read as well.

Day 25: Someone You Judged By Their First Impression

2011-03-03T11:52:00.001-07:00

You see her up there? That be Hazel; of course, “Hazel” is a precious pseudonym I’ve given her. We currently work together and have been for over 3 years. Guiltily, I admit I misjudged her from the get-go.

Once upon a time, 3 years ago, Hazel was a new hire and I was entrusted to train her. At the time, I was suffering silently from the wrath of the Grump who without cause did not like me at all. The first couple of days I was training Hazel, the Grump expressed how much she like Hazel. I thought that I may be getting another hater because Hazel was bound to be turned against me. I continued training Hazel and Hazel continued being kind. Hazel is of the friendly sort and very outgoing. All those who know me know that I’m quiet in the beginning. Hazel really tried to get me to talk but I was unrelenting and was not forthcoming with anything about my personal life. I was the job at the job.

One day while we were training, it must’ve been a Wednesday, the subject of the Biggest Loser came up and I piped up. It must’ve taken Hazel by surprise. We talked and talked about the Biggest Loser and somehow decided that we were going to spend our lunches taking an afternoon walk. Hazel and I became fast friends because I knew she wouldn’t throw me under the bus. It only took 2 months. Ha!

Well, sometime later, I was telling Hazel how glad I was that she came to work for the Man because she was the only one who’d really talk to me because I was pretty much a newbie as well and the Grump disliked me so. A couple of days later, she came to me and told me how much it touched her that I said that and that she had felt bad the Grump put me through so much grief. She said she was actually brought to tears.

Hazel has brought me out of my shell at work. When she’s off, the office is boring. We’ve become good friends at and out of work. Lesson learned in this case, don’t judge a book by its cover.

Day 23: Share One of Your Favorite Tunes

2011-02-24T16:21:00.001-07:00

I. Heart. Music. I can’t just choose one favorite because I have favorites in every genre…or multiple favorites in each genre. There are the ones that will be my favorites for the next 2 months and then they’re off my playlist. Then there are those that are the standard favorites. Also, my favorites change weekly…actually almost daily. Call me a music flip-flopper.

So, why don’t I do this, I’ll choose a song that’s been a favorite for years and one that’s a recent favorite. This is going to be tough because right now I’m in a dancey mood and I might not give all my songs due justice.

Standard Fave: “One of These Nights” – The Eagles
Recent Fave: “Somebody to Love” – The Biebs

Day 22: A Photo That Makes You Happy

2011-02-23T15:54:00.000-07:00

Probably two of the best concerts I’ve been to because I got up close and personal with the lead singers at both concerts. I will never forget when Kaydi and I ran after Graham Russell. The concert goers probably thought we were insane. Hmpf! Haters! I will never forget when Shelley, Rachelle, and I didn’t have to fight our way to the front at Pat’s concert and how Pat made a comment about us. Priceless!

Day 21: Your Favorite Television Program

2011-02-22T13:10:00.000-07:00

Within in the past few years, I’ve become quite the TV junkie…something I’m not proud of. Fortunately, I don’t currently have cable or else I’d be doomed. I like lots of TV shows and to pick one would not do. I will pick my current top 5 shows that I watch.

Grey’s Anatomy
I love this show. I watch this show faithfully. Teddy Altman is my fave. If Grey goes blind, I’ll scream.

Glee
What can I say? They sang Salt-N-Pepa, the Biebs, MJ, Rihanna, Madonna, and Lady Gaga songs.

So You Think You Can Dance?
My summer show. Dancing with the Stars ain’t got nuttin’ on them!

How I Met Your Mother
This has recently made it to Sioux’s Top 5ive. It makes me laugh and in some ways I can relate to Ted.

NCIS
This show is great. Why is it so great?? NCIS stands for Naval Criminal Investigation Service. What branch of the military am I obsessed with? The Navy.

Day 20: A Letter to Someone That Changed Your Life

2011-02-15T08:09:00.000-07:00

Dear Mrs. High School Chemistry Teacher:

When I took chemistry my junior year in high school, I had heard horror stories that you were the meanest teacher in the school. I was scared. I was taking AP Physics that year, so I just had the mindset of laying low and not attracting attention to myself because physics was my love at the moment.

In the beginning, I found chemistry to be a little harder than I expected. I remember one assignment telling me to describe certain elements (i.e. malleable, dull, etc). I was not one to do poorly and chemistry was going to be my downfall, my kryptonite. During the beginning, you were there. You helped me understand concepts. Slowly you were winning me over. I saw right through your tough exterior and knew that all you wanted was students to excel.

You were never short of encouraging and fostered my knack for the sciences. You helped me get accepted into a summer program at USU. You helped me when I interviewed for Sterling Scholar. You helped me get accepted into another summer program at the U. You were one who helped me obtain a high score on the AP test. You were always there.

Even though I’m currently in another profession, I still have a love for the sciences especially chemistry. You are why I love the sciences. Thanks for teaching me. Thanks for being an inspiration to me.

Sincerely,
Sous

Day 18: Set or Share a Goal

2011-02-14T09:04:00.000-07:00

One goal that I’ve had or placed in the back of my mind is to clean up the stack of papers on my bedroom floor – three stacks to be exact, three stacks that are falling over. For the past 8 months, my room has been very reminiscent of a Hoarders episode sans the banana peels. I’ve been waiting for my intervention and the camera crew of the A&E to show up.

One other goal, a sub-goal, that is connected to my hoarders’ pile is to go through 3 boxes of papers. I’m seeing a pattern of the number 3 here. One box is full of old college assignments. Come on, when am I going to use a strength of materials assignment? Some reason my subconscious seems to think that I will in fact use my underwater basket weaving class assignment. Just kidding, I didn’t take underwater basket weaving but that’s the ridiculousness of the assignments I’ve kept. I will keep my final reports but the assignments must go. The other 2 boxes are full of random papers that I’ve collected through the years.

Hello, my name is Pseu and I’m a hoarder of random papers. The first step of remedying a problem is recognizing the problem, right?

His Beats Give Me Fever...

2011-02-09T15:23:00.002-07:00

Psst. Confession time. Yes, I know how you love confessions from me. I need a confession box and a webcam. How awesome would that be? Note to self: work on a confession box and webcam for the peeps. Anyway, what’s my confession? This is sort of embarrassing. Uh, I’ve got….ahem…I’ve got…**deep breath**…Bieber Fever. Yes, you read that right. Suedles has got the fever for the Bieber beats. Not the Bieber himself (he’s a fetus). Seriously, I’m listening to a few of his songs and I seriously want to get up and dance. Dance Disco Pseu style. Remember girls (you know who you are) how crazy I got with Pat? Yeah, Bieber brings this out in me. I’m bopping my head and grooving as well as I can in my office chair.

I put off buying his songs, but I just couldn’t resist it any longer. I keep thinking that they would be awesome running songs (justification). Really, I just want to turn on my disco ball and spotlight and dance the night away. Maybe attempt some of the “cool kid’s” moves. A dance party is in order so I can break my Bieber fever.

Day 17: A Photo That Makes You Sad

2011-02-09T12:53:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of my maternal grandmother. This picture makes me sad because I never really got to know her that well. You see, we had a language barrier. She spoke Navajo and only Navajo. I spoke English, with bits and pieces of Navajo. She passed away a few years ago. So, yeah, I wish I had gotten to know my grandma a little bit better.

P.S. Isn't she darling? If I ever procreate and have a daughter, I will name her after my grandmother.

Day 16: Provide Pictures of 5 Celebrity Crushes

2011-02-08T08:49:00.000-07:00

Okay, in all honesty, I’ve been anticipating this post so much. Currently, I have no real-life crushes so why not have one on a celebrity, right? Right.

James Franco

This stud of a man makes me swoon.

Jake Gyllenhaal

Ever since I saw October Sky when I was 18, I’ve been jonesing on this dude.

Taye Diggs

Can I just say that Idina Menzel is one lucky lady?

Matt Damon

Ah, Jason Bourne, Will Hunting, Linus Caldwell, etc!

Mark Harmon

The silver fox of them all. I think what got me was the Marine uniform he occasionally sports on NCIS.

Day 15: A Letter to Someone You Wish You Could Meet

2011-02-07T12:34:00.001-07:00

Dear Dr. Feynman,

I know that you are deceased and have been for some time; however, I would’ve liked to have met you back in my heyday. When I was 18, I read your book, Surely You’re Joking Mr. Feynman! and it made me fall in love with the sciences even more. You taught at a little school in Pasadena that I would’ve loved to attend. I remember for Spring break one year, my friend and I went to Stanford to have a looksie at the wondrous linear accelerator. While we were waiting for our tour, I saw a picture of you teaching a lecture and had my friend snap a picture.

From your book, I could tell you had a great sense of humor and probably nothing like the physics professors I’ve had. You would’ve made physics so much better. Yeah, I think I would’ve liked quantum mechanics more if you were teaching the lectures instead of my humdrum professor who scoffed at us because we didn’t get a concept. You wouldn’t have scoffed. You would’ve helped us understand.

You found out what caused the explosion of the Challenger and you stuck to your guns. You didn’t let anyone intimidate you. You had guts and gumption! You also helped with the Manhattan Project and met the greats…Bohr, Fermi, Oppenheimer, Einstein, etc. Well, you are one of the greats too. You exhibited much humility when you won the Nobel Peace Prize.

Yes, it would have been an honor to meet you Dr. Feynman.

Sincerely,

Suedles

Birthday Girl Mayvis

2011-01-27T08:38:00.000-07:00

You see this lovely gal in the lovely wedding dress? This be my bestie from college and it's bestie's birthday today. Mayvis (I like to call her Mayvis) is with child and lil' baby is going to call me "Auntie Sue." No lie. Mayvis and I had the best of times. I remember vividly cranking up Evanesence and singing at the top of our lungs. Also, we had mini-dance parties where we would turn on the disco ball and the strobe lights and dance to Styx and Ace of Base. We bought cheap-o shoes from Walmart that lit up and we would turn out all the lights and stomp around in them. One time we went "camping" with a couple of friends and a roommate and ended up sleeping in the bed of her truck (just the 3 of us, the other 2 slept in their car). Throughout the night, we would talk to the roomie because she was asleep and roomie would sleep-talk back. It was hilarious. Mayvis even made a guest bedroom for me in her new house (even though I have yet to sleep there). I heart Mayvis a lot. Happy birthday Mayvis!!!

Day 14: Song From Your Childhood

2011-01-26T15:43:00.000-07:00

You ask, "What happened to Day 13?" Well, I'm skipping Day 13...I'm not honing in on any inspirations to delight ya'll. Instead, I will leave you with a song/rap "Supersonic," by JJ Fad that inspired me to become an aspiring rapper at the age of 7. I thought these ladies were dope back then and they still are now...even though this was a one hit wonder.

Check it!

Day 12: Self-Portrait

2011-01-20T07:19:00.000-07:00

Pet Peeve #1564566546463116541561364654

2011-01-19T09:46:00.002-07:00

My beef (slang)? There is a time and a place to use slang abbreviations. The time is not in a serious forum. I’ll fully admit that I use slang, but I don’t get the abbreviations. Okay, okay, I occasionally use “da” instead of “the” or “fo’” instead of “for,” but I commit these grammatical faux pas when I’m joking and not when I’m trying to sound smart.

Let me illustrate: I often read comments on a newspaper’s various stories. Instead of the stories enraging me, I’m enraged by the comments and how they are structured. Yes, I’m ridiculous. Here is an example, “Haters in da large lookn 4ward 2my cheiiz 2do both good n da future one day I wish da navajo ppl well wrk as one n either 1 iz livin large.” Seriously? Doesn’t that just bother you? Oh man…I’m Red Ross at this moment. I don’t expect everyone to be a scholar and use large pretentious words, but geez, let’s write out a serious statement with spelling out words.

Maybe I’ll try walking various perpetrators’ shoes and give it a try. What do you say ppl? Arent you lookn 4ward 2 dis? Dont hate. Dis iz 4 real.

P.S. That was painful.

Pony Express

2011-01-13T10:07:00.001-07:00

I was just over at Brown Socks’ blog reading about her New Year’s goals and one of them was to write her grandparents old school letters aka snail mail. After reading that, I began to think about the journey (or my journey) of mail via post office. Back in the day, some 100 years ago, walking to school uphill both ways, I encountered the Pony Express…oops, wrong start. Let’s go again: way back, I was a newly graduated high schooler embarking on my new found adventure called college. Oh boy! I was a freshman!! Before I packed all my belongings in my car (when all my belongings still fit in my car), I exchanged addresses with all my high school besties. Not email addresses or blog addresses and there was definitely no Facebook. We exchanged plain old mailing addresses. The internet was new at the time and few had dial-up.

So, what did I do the summer I started college? I wrote many a letters to meine Freunden (my friends) by hand. The callus on my right ring finger was well-padded, unlike today. I loved checking my mailbox and getting new letters and anticipating the time when I would write my response. Once a week, it was like I struck gold.

That summer, I also made my daily trek to the school library to try out this thing called “electronic mail” (do the air quotes with me please) aka email. How did I log into my school account? On a DOS written program. You ask what DOS is? It’s a very archaic operating system that was tricky to use. You had to memorize certain codes so it would work. Then one day, one of my newly made friends showed me Hotmail on what was that web browser that came before Internet Explorer? I believe it is Netscape…I think. I quickly created an account, but really had no one to email. Remember I was handwriting letters to my friends? I had this new account and no one to email, so it sat dormant for several months.

The summer ended and I was feeling a little more tech saavy. Shoot, I had 3 email addresses, now who’s the queen of the techies??? Okay, not me and yes, I created another account on top of the Hotmail account. My good buddy was heading up to Rick’s College (before it was BYU-I) and he gave me his email address. That whole summer we had been exchanging letters a couple times a week. When he made it up to Rick’s, I emailed him and said that it could now replace our snail mail letters. He had other ideas and as resound as he could pound out the words on his trusty computer keyboard responded, “NOOOOOOOO!!!!” Okay, I’m being a little melodramatic here, but his response was he still wanted to continue the snail mail thing. So, that’s what we did. That was our thang. It was great. He was my penpal in Idaho.

A few years later and aging a bit, old school mail went by the wayside. My buddy came home from his mish and our form of communication was phone or email…no mailed letters. By that time, the only post office mail I received was from the parents or the school. My train of thought was, “Why snail mail when you could get your response in mere minutes or hours??”

Email was what I came to embrace. Although, I was a little miffed about the amount of storage I had on an account my remedy was to create a new account. My school email made its way out of the technological dark ages and joined the ranks web-based electronic mail. I jumped for joy because that inbox had unlimited storage.

These days, my personal email inbox lies somewhat dormant except the few I receive from Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary and the few I receive from friends. Now, I receive my updates from Facebook and sundry blogs. Hmm, I wonder what I’ll see in another 10 years.

P.S. Shout out to Brown Socks on this lovely day!

Hair Today, Hair Tomorrow

2011-01-05T08:22:00.001-07:00

Remember how I said during my hiatus I was sporting the mountain woman look with gnarly hair? Well, here I am:

Scary huh? Okay, that’s not really me. Sometimes I do feel my hair is gnarly and straggly kinda like this guy right here:

Ugh, I’ve got the 4 year itch and I hope that it goes away soon. That’s right folks, I’ve been growing my mop for 4 years now. Before I chopped it back in 2004, I was growing it for 4 years. For the past 4 years, I vowed to keep my hair long forever. My mother loves my hair long and I can’t but help to fulfill her wish. With that in mind, I can’t help but think of how my hair would look in a cute a-line cut.

The moment will pass and I will soon take over the Guinness World Record by having the longest hair and surpass this lady:

Mmm, no. That’s gross. I remember on an episode of What Not to Wear a lady refused, REFUSED, to cut her very long locks. She could’ve at least had Nick cut it to the middle of her back instead of keeping it past her rear. So, I could safely say that I will never grow my hair past my derrière. The longest may be to my waist if I feel like getting my Native on.

Recluse No More!

2011-01-03T10:26:00.001-07:00

So I’ve short-changed my 2 month hiatus to a 3 week stint of relaxation. What can I say? In the words of Gloria Estefan, “I just can’t stay away from you.” Yes YOU, my bloggies. The year 2011 should not be started off with me being a blogging hermit.

Ever since the end of Daylight Savings Time, my rhythm has been off. I’ve self-diagnosed myself with Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). I’ve read that to treat this disorder, doctors prescribe light therapy to patients. So, although I’m no doctor, I’ve bought myself this:

You like? Me too. It’s not really a light machine to simulate a sunrise, but it will sure make rising in the morning so much better.

So besides watching episodes of Grey's Anatomy, Ugly Betty, and The Office while hiding in my proverbial woods and growing my mountain woman hair, since a beard is unacceptable (plus Natives have a hard time growing facial hair, thank goodness), I’ve thought about the start of this year. It’s going to be great. Why you ask? Lemme break it down: first, it’s an odd year birthday year for me. In my many years of experience, odd year birthdays are way better than even years. Second, I plan on making many trips to my beloved homeland. As of late, I’ve been missing the parentals something dreadful. Do you remember when you got sick as a child and all you wanted was your mother? Yeah, that’s how I totally feel. Lastly (for now), I’m going to finally run a race this year. Yeah, I know last year I vowed to run a race and I failed. This year I’m going to do it. I want to run the Dirty Dash 5K. The race was supposed to take place around my birthday but got moved to June; however, I’m still going to run it to help commemorate my birthday.

I’ll let ya’ll know how my “light therapy” is working out. See you on the flipside!

Off Grid

2010-12-14T11:33:00.003-07:00

Just so ya'll know, effective tomorrow, I'm going off the grid and going private for awhile.

Edit: Sorry friends, no one will be getting an invite...but stay tuned until mid-February and I will be back to tell tales about my secret adventures with the state government.

Day 11: Share Your Favorite Recipe(s)

2010-12-09T07:31:00.000-07:00

I haven’t cooked much lately. Let me rephrase that: I haven’t cooked anything that has required a recipe lately. There is one slow cooker recipe that I’ve used countless times when I discovered it last year. I’ll just say, for the record, I will never buy another bottle of spaghetti sauce…never again. The recipe is from the 365 Days of Slow Cooking blog, I’ve modified it to my own liking. [Aside: do you italicize or place quotation marks for titles of blogs?] So, here you go! Enjoy!

Nancy’s Spaghetti Sauce (modified)

Serves 4-6

1/4 cup minced onion
garlic powder to taste
14.5 oz diced tomatoes (with juice)
14.5 oz diced tomatoes with jalapeños (with juice)
6 oz can tomato paste
1 tsp salt
dash of pepper
1/2 tsp dried basil
1 green pepper, chopped
1 lb hot Italian sausage, browned and drained (try turkey hot Italian sausage…tasty)
4 oz can sliced mushrooms

Combine all ingredients in slow cooker. Mix. Cover. Cook on low for 3 hours.

Note: this is my take on the recipe because I LOVE spicy food. You can omit the stuff that is too hot for something milder. Also, I sometimes put a few dashes of oregano when I feel the vibe.

Day 10: A Letter to a Person Who Has Caused You Pain

2010-12-08T12:02:00.003-07:00

Dear You,

It’s been a few years since we’ve seen each other and I sorta hope I never see you again. You take the title of “Worst Boss…Ever.” For some odd reason, you felt very threatened by me. I tried so hard to work my best to show you that I was a good employee; yet, you took advantage of that and piled the work up so that Scabs could sit on her duff and create new scabs. Even after all my hard work, you tried to fabricate stories that I was insubordinate.

You probably weren’t surprised when I jumped at the opportunity to join a new team and have a better boss that would appreciate my hard work. However, when I went to that new team, you told my new boss how terrible I was and that I never worked. Funny, because people on your team would constantly come to me for help because they felt you were unapproachable and unknowledgeable. Fortunately, my boss knew my work ethic and paid no heed to your lies.

I hated that you ruined Stevie Wonder songs for me. I can finally begin to listen to his songs without cringing. I remember when a few of us caught you in your lie about being a project manager and engineer. All these memories I’ve repressed because I become enraged even thinking about your power trips and your Napoleon complex. I’ve since learned that you were forced to resign and are a sleazy used car salesman. I think that is a fitting job for you. When I’m looking for a car to purchase, I’ll know to stay away from you.

Someday I will forgive you. Perhaps in a few more years.

Free Sioux

7 December 1941

2010-12-07T14:20:00.002-07:00

So, I can’t let the day go by without recognizing the 69^th anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor and what it has meant for our country. The story of Pearl Harbor has always touched my heart because I’ve have many family and friends in that branch of service. I am forever grateful for the sacrifices the Navy and all of our armed forces provide for our freedom. Go Navy!

Day 9: List Some of Your Favorite Blogs

2010-12-07T07:12:00.000-07:00

C Jane Enjoy It

NieNie Dialogues

Priorfatgirl

All my bloggin’ peeps on the right side of the screen.

Day 8: A Photo of You Taken Recently

2010-12-06T07:55:00.000-07:00

This picture was taken back in August...I believe...at the Weber County Fair. My friend and I decided to get henna tattoos and I'm proudly displaying mine.

P.S. I miss my nicely bronzed legs.