Suzanne Calling

I'm convinced our forefathers were evil. This Daylight Savings thing is proof of it. Why would you change the clocks twice a year and wreak havoc on parents everywhere? Oh, I know it was done for the farmers, but honestly, wouldn't the farmer do the same work regardless of what time the clock said? The rooster crows, you respond to it, right? As a younger person, I embraced the fact that this hateful change occurred on Sunday. Most people had a day to adapt, me, I had the later Sunday schedule of my store that ensured I wasn't late for work on either side of the time change. Over the years, there have been instances of that one clock whose face was unaltered, resulting in me arriving at work an hour early. Fortunately, it never happened when we sprang forward. When you don't have kids, the dreaded change can be tolerable. I am one of those people who has been awake for many clock changes. Perhaps it is my way of dealing with my dislike of it. Lately, as much ...

It's 10:29pm. We just got back in from an afternoon in Orlando. I've had several ideas bandying about my head and have to settle on one. One topic definitely needs refinement so as to avoid sounding like a mean shrew, but I've got 27 days to percolate THAT one. The summary: it's my MoFo blog, if you don't like what I write or have written, then don't read it. Get your own blog. (that shuts up anyone who complains that you don't write often enough, let me tell you!) Three days in to this NaBloPoMo and I have this all consuming urge to add a blog roll to the bar to the right. I've cajoled another person into joining the blogfest (hiya, Mandy ) and I've found about a half dozen additions to the daily reading list thus far. Donna, I know you'll be cursing me-the common theme among this bunch is we all aspire to be as funny as Amy , which means we will become regular reading for you. Yay. (Mandy has some New York Snark in her!) I realize ...

We went to the supermarket to pick up some dinner makings. As I returned the scooter, I noticed the display of mylar balloons. I saw this one: To my warped eyes (and imagination), I saw: Congratulations, YOU IDIOT! Yes, I am warped.

In the event that our boys did not get enough candy from Sea World's Halloween Spooktacular (IMO, it was a decent amount-an appetizer), we set them loose in the neighborhood Wednesday night. Our usual MO for Halloween is to set off soon after dark, the four of us traversing the neighborhood in search of treats. Once we returned, we'd hand out candy until we ran out. This year, thanks to my lovely leg, Ed and I decided that I'd stay home to hand out treats while he took Harry Potter and Jango Fett around. Thanks to daylight savings time being pushed back a week, the clock approached, then passed 6 pm without dimming the sky. That just feels weird. It is supposed to be dark when you trick or treat, don't you think? This was especially ingrained thanks to our established trick or treat times back in Maryland (6:30 to 8:30pm). Once it felt suitably dusk like, I grabbed a camp chair and table and set up outside. The boombox was playing the Halloween play list that I...

Today is the first day of NaBloPoMo, in which I promised to blog once a day for a month. I've got about five different things I can write about this very day, but I'm going to save the non time sensitive items for the days where the muse escapes me. In a first for me, I'm blogging out of order. Can you feel the rebellion? Saturday, we took a trip over to Orlando and enjoyed Sea World's Halloween Spooktacular. In a first for the blog, you get a photo review of the day along with my stunning prose. Aren't you all so very excited? I'll start the out of sequence of events entry with an out of sequence picture, but it serves as a reminder of where we were: Isn't that pretty? We are fairly frequent patrons of this Orlando park for a couple of reasons. The kids love it (they ask to go there before anywhere else they know we'll go) and hey, Anheuser Busch understands people have budgets. We've got Gold Passes for Sea World and Busch for less than $40 ...

Okay, so I've never seen that movie (or any Brad Pitt movie, for that matter), but it seemed fitting. My personal rule of blogging about events is that I don't blog about things out of order. Like day three of the California trip ? It got screwed in a Blogger fiasco and I never reposted it because then the trip report would be OUT of order. (in reviewing to find that link, it looks like day four disappeared, too) That can't happen, right? Tonight, I'm getting over that. I've got blog fodder here, several days worth. I still need to blog about Sea World, because hey, you need to know about it. We've got some wineandfoodies stuff to do, too, but I'm going to blog about Monday before Saturday. I know, I live such a dangerous life. I have to say, it was Monday here, but still Sunday in California, but I'll count it in the Monday stuff. I got a call from Bawb at 2:10am. His lovely wife, Maria, gave birth to their son, Caleb, a mere 20 minutes pr...

Our new phones arrived a little while ago. You know I have no life when this is the highlight of my day. That said, now begins the fun of porting over my contact list. This is not easy when my old phone's display does not light up! Make life easier for me and call me, please?! There's about 8 numbers in there now, and I think those of you know who you are. Suffice to say, half of the contact list in the old phone probably won't make it to the new one. Oh and if you wanted to buy popcorn, but didn't get around to it-nows a good time to call me. We have to turn the second sheet in tonight.