tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92871992024-03-14T12:32:04.369-05:00Violet MadnessFar too intense for casual conversation.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.comBlogger757125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-60936421707045699252011-12-31T19:10:00.000-06:002011-12-31T19:10:25.887-06:00Nom!I don't generally post when I'm feeling happy, so...it's been awhile.<br />
<br />
Moving on. I'm putting my celebrity sex list on the permanent internet. Maybe one of them will see it and call me.<br />
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In no particular order:<br />
<br />
Robert Downey Jr,<br />
Anderson Cooper<br />
Johnny Depp<br />
Alan Alda<br />
Jude Law<br />
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Who's on your list?Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-32542559671003070842011-09-27T13:30:00.001-05:002011-09-27T13:30:01.745-05:0030 Can Bite Me.Today, while coloring my hair to get ready for my big Canada trip, I discovered that my roots are almost entirely gray. Seriously? I'm not a baby boomer! I'm the last of the Gen-X'ers! A few gray hairs would be fine, but y'all, I'm Betty Freakin' White. Emphasis on the white. The root touch up stuff might not cut it anymore. There are so many roots now that an entire bottle of color is going to be required. Am I too old now for pink streaks? For multiple ear piercings? OH MY GODS, am I going to have to give up flip-flops? Crap.<br />
<br />
Other symptoms of old age:<br />
<br />
The arthritis (YES, arthritis!!) in my wrists has gotten so bad that if I paint for a couple of hours, or write with a pen, the pain is so extreme that I have to wear non-flexible wrist braces and take heavy(ish) drugs to keep from weeping.<br />
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I think teenage boys have stupid hair.<br />
<br />
The music of my adolescence is on the oldies station.<br />
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My favorite TV shows from high school and college are on Nick-at-Nite.<br />
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I like hanging out with my parents.<br />
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I take a multi-vitamin that doesn't look like a cartoon character.<br />
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I use anti-aging moisturizer. <br />
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Damn.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-47206983883533326702011-09-26T11:18:00.000-05:002011-09-26T11:18:22.161-05:00Meet Nancy UptonShe's the size 12 model who won American Apparel's "plus size" (XL) modeling contest. But they didn't like her, and so chose a non-winner instead. 'Cause they're jerkfaces. She also has a<a href="http://extrawiggleroom.tumblr.com/"> blog</a>. Which is awesome.<br />
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Here, read this excerpt, and then go<a href="http://extrawiggleroom.tumblr.com/"> read the rest.</a><br />
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<i>In case you don’t know her,<br />
let me introduce you to the modern lady liberty:<br />
<br />
The average American woman<br />
makes less than 30 grand a year,<br />
masturbates at least twice a week - at least! -<br />
has a crush on George Cloony, Johnny Depp, or that guy from Mad Men,<br />
believes in gay marriage and the right to choose what happens in their nuclear reactors,<br />
and doesn’t believe in prayer to save us now.<br />
And while we can say<br />
that we love the size of our breasts<br />
and that we are comfortable naked,<br />
even with the lights on-<br />
on any given day in the United States,<br />
approximately half of the women are on a diet.</i>Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-11838917003452886072011-09-19T06:47:00.002-05:002011-09-19T06:47:00.615-05:00Letters That Should Have Been Written, Episode 1November 23, 1963<br />
<br />
Dear Texas,<br />
<br />
So, the President of the United States was assassinated on your watch yesterday. Not just any president either, a pretty good one! And while, we'd really like to just kick you out of the Union and be done with it, you have most of the oil, cattle and cotton. We like those things, so you get to stay.<br />
<br />
However, you have to be punished for what really amounts to negligent homicide. Really, you didn't think to check for snipers in tall buildings?? Anyway, we've decided that an appropriate action is to pass a law saying that nobody born in, or claiming Texas as his/her home state can run for president. We wanted to make it FOREVER, but have decided to say 100 years. Surely you guys will have straightened up by then.<br />
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And yeah, we realize that Lyndon Johnson is from Texas, but he slipped in before we thought to write the law. Too late now...what's the worst that could happen? <br />
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Yours Sincerely,<br />
<br />
The Members of Congress, The Supreme Court and the Pope, for good measure.<br />
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{{Appx. 18 months later, the office of the letter writer...<br />
<br />
Aw crap, he did what? Vietnam? Who joins a land war in Asia? Crazy Texans. Thank goodness -that- won't happen again!}}Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-54292496453474244622011-09-18T06:41:00.002-05:002011-09-18T06:41:46.801-05:00So, This Happened Yesterday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKytyO6KDuo6zptiGeG2rLEUY6IGT6ydZp7CdxG4MI6p5bfLfP1G-4b-GE_XPIeB4yM6_z0nToLmEiUqSyaqGc3Elqr0a9iEkXDNQKCwHAipxbHhcju21xU03dRN6e6x9-A9K_Q/s1600/TWEET.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKytyO6KDuo6zptiGeG2rLEUY6IGT6ydZp7CdxG4MI6p5bfLfP1G-4b-GE_XPIeB4yM6_z0nToLmEiUqSyaqGc3Elqr0a9iEkXDNQKCwHAipxbHhcju21xU03dRN6e6x9-A9K_Q/s1600/TWEET.png" /></a></div>Squeee!Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-18408127059678378602011-09-17T06:04:00.004-05:002011-09-17T06:07:39.101-05:00FreakyA neighbor around the corner from us has this in her (his? I don't know) window. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"><b>Apologies for the picture quality, it was taken sneakily, with my phone</b>.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>You're looking at a baby doll-- dressed as a patriotic teddy bear, a gigantic "support our troops" sticker, a four of clubs with a picture of Elvis Presley on it, a parade flag and a greeting card with (I think) some sort of prayer or Bible verse on it.<br />
<br />
Every few weeks the collection grows. It started out as just the creepy baby. Since I took the picture, it's expanded to include her front door as well, with a peeling flag sticker, and a badly tied, yellow-mylar ribbon that looks like it might have been rescued after a baby shower. Or from the dumpster.<br />
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Initially we assumed that she had a husband/son/brother/sister/daughter/lover/whatever in Iraq or somewhere, but that doesn't explain the Elvis card or the prayer thing. And why are these things in the window? Creeps me out. Especially the baby. I might have to put a call into Hoarders about this.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-91857461871046196582011-09-16T06:46:00.000-05:002011-09-16T06:46:22.410-05:00Up too Early for Anything Useful<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWID5RDcYqH3J8Ir8GcWRdKA7um8u8h0PT706XUxtp5dxh95DxwPJZxlGNzQdmlwZF-CMZcMdeZd4iipr_dMOu4uOdK4rJ-1abkpBmeGqrnibYJW1FwfN3bN7LTQyACDH3xgGpGg/s1600/colors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWID5RDcYqH3J8Ir8GcWRdKA7um8u8h0PT706XUxtp5dxh95DxwPJZxlGNzQdmlwZF-CMZcMdeZd4iipr_dMOu4uOdK4rJ-1abkpBmeGqrnibYJW1FwfN3bN7LTQyACDH3xgGpGg/s1600/colors.jpg" /></a><b>A. Age:</b> 30 (eeeek!) <br />
<b>B. Bed size:</b> Queen. I'd like a king, so that I can sleep diagonally without crowding Marlowe.<br />
<b>C. Chore that you hate: </b>Laundry. I wouldn't hate it if we had a washer/dryer in the house though.<br />
<b>D. Dogs: </b>Marlowe and Maybe.<br />
<b>E. Essential start to your day: </b>Diet Coke<br />
<b>F. Favorite color:</b> It changes pretty regularly. Right now I like gray and magenta.<br />
<b>G. Gold or Silver:</b> Silver. Gold makes me look jaundiced. <br />
<b>H. Height:</b> 5’6" <br />
<b>I. Instruments you play: </b>Currently, I don't play anything, but I've dabbled in piano, harp and clarinet.<br />
<b>J. Job title: </b>None. I'm free as a bird right now.<br />
<b>K. Kids: </b>Not for me, but I like them, on an individual basis. <br />
<b>L. Live: </b>Lubbock, Texas.<br />
<b>M. Mother’s name:</b> I have two moms. (Not in the fun, lesbian way. Unfortunately.) They are Sharon and Sussan. In order of appearance in my life.<br />
<b>N. Nicknames: </b>Bee, Susy, Susalou.<br />
<b>O. Overnight hospital stays:</b> One for pneumonia when I was 5 or 6. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCetAx8M96fnUp9cE24glGFzyN7VLdK1WGRpNOMu8bw6VYUGofsRc3w8rXVmTS9kTDImzxEt4se4ETXRbT9Ey2ZxxrRF_Bkxh1VjRUqI9JNNtm9I5ACmRhCIPIMZ4ZosO_L86XQA/s1600/end+of+affair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCetAx8M96fnUp9cE24glGFzyN7VLdK1WGRpNOMu8bw6VYUGofsRc3w8rXVmTS9kTDImzxEt4se4ETXRbT9Ey2ZxxrRF_Bkxh1VjRUqI9JNNtm9I5ACmRhCIPIMZ4ZosO_L86XQA/s200/end+of+affair.jpg" width="134" /></a><b>P. Pet peeves: </b>When people ask me for advice and then don't do what I tell them to. Actually, people not doing what I tell them to, in general. I'm bossy.<br />
<b>Q. Quote from a movie:</b> <b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000194/"></a></b>" I had tempted fate, and fate had accepted." (Sarah, The End of the Affair.) Also: "I hate you, God. I hate you as though you existed!" (Maurice, also from The End of the Affair).<br />
<b>R. Right or left handed: </b>A little of both, but I usually write with my right.<br />
<b>S. Siblings: </b>4 younger siblings. 2 brothers, two sisters.<br />
<b>T. Time you wake up:</b> Eh, whenever. I seem to be on some sort of cycle. Trying to switch to a day schedule for my trip to Cape Breton.<br />
<b>U. Underwear: </b>Typically, black "hipster" panties.<br />
<b>V. Vegetable you hate:</b> All those weird textured legumes. Lima, wax, butter beans, etc. Blech.<br />
<b>W. What makes you run late: </b>Bad hair days.<br />
<b>X. X-Rays you’ve had:</b> Both arms, full back, both legs, ankles...pretty much everything. Someday I'll start glowing.<br />
<b>Y. Yummy food that you make: </b>Chicken tacos, great spaghetti, chicken enchiladas, Poppyseed chicken. Twice baked potatoes.Those are all the things I can make.<br />
<b>Z. Zoo animal:</b> Giraffes are my favorite. I also love llamas, alpacas and okapis. All the things with long necks.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOueI1tCDGOklBaZFbaOYEwjxfLUor2RVu4NKh7NdBwhrRZl9n9ktTJFEl0-E02WMNWuMGC-AYOolhnyarxex2p6ASt52E63duGhR0HWYtFe01zV5oEiS6ilCGptDXP62Z0qn0qg/s1600/buffy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOueI1tCDGOklBaZFbaOYEwjxfLUor2RVu4NKh7NdBwhrRZl9n9ktTJFEl0-E02WMNWuMGC-AYOolhnyarxex2p6ASt52E63duGhR0HWYtFe01zV5oEiS6ilCGptDXP62Z0qn0qg/s200/buffy.jpg" width="200" /></a>1. So, if the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grey_goo">gray goo</a> thing really happened (You know, where nanobots recreate themselves uncontrollably, and consume the whole world), couldn't we just use a giant, powerful magnet to stop it? It would erase their hard drives, and they'd forget what they were doing! Did I just save the world? You're welcome. <br />
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2. Continuing with the save-the-world theme, Buffy saved the world like, 7 times. Shouldn't she have been given a Nobel Prize...or a Starbucks gift card? SOMETHING? We are a nation of ingrates.<br />
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3. I'm going to Nova Scotia in 26 days. I managed to pack 10 days worth of stuff in a 24" suitcase. This is unprecedented, people. Someday, I'll be able to pack a month's worth of stuff in a carry on. I aspire to be <a href="http://mightygirl.com/">Maggie Mason</a>. We all should.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-44998589652029142172011-08-16T08:03:00.001-05:002011-08-16T08:14:25.468-05:00Breakouts are a Good Thing. Apparently.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnY6XtbjISbQBiIJ9WBsWNPiCnYOfggFJYpqBvIdGgO-VHHOnunrWXC52QV9rCargci-EfP33h3bk7RFP0jou8LdKtcMLYNAYqj-jpbyY63EodEUINW_BB_e0Z1NIe9oDZw6CfQ/s1600/fat-chubby-women-girl-cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnY6XtbjISbQBiIJ9WBsWNPiCnYOfggFJYpqBvIdGgO-VHHOnunrWXC52QV9rCargci-EfP33h3bk7RFP0jou8LdKtcMLYNAYqj-jpbyY63EodEUINW_BB_e0Z1NIe9oDZw6CfQ/s200/fat-chubby-women-girl-cartoon.jpg" width="200" /></a>I started "jogging," if you can call my short spurts and relatively slow speed trundling jogging, last week. It seems to have boosted my weight loss somewhat, or at least broken my plateau. The thing is, I<i> hate</i> it. I hate it the entire time I'm out there (or in here, if the weather is bad and I'm running in place). I hate sweating. I hate workout clothes. And I hate the ache in my knees while I do it. BUT I love how I feel afterwards. I like the pleasant ache in my muscles. And, after the sweat has been washed off, I like the endorphin rush. I do not, however, like what my weight loss and exercise has done to my skin.<br />
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Estrogen is stored in fat. When fat is burned, the estrogen gets released into your (my) body. Which wreaks havoc on my skin. (And my period, which was all but non-existent after I got <a href="http://aflawedbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/02/about-that-huge-needle.html">Implanon</a>, but is now back in full force. For weeks at a time.) Even when I was a teenager, I had good skin. Clear and pale, with just a sprinkle of freckles, it was peaches and cream all the way. Even when other things about me have been considered "unattractive" (my weight, my attitude, my teeth) my skin has always been a good feature. Now, I'm a girl with bad skin. It sucks. But I'm down (almost) 20 pounds, 3.5 inches on my waist and 4 inches on my hips. Which is awesome.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-58819829577810295382011-08-15T03:25:00.001-05:002011-08-15T03:26:47.979-05:00Review: Crazy, Stupid, LoveIt's been a few weeks since I saw Crazy, Stupid, Love, but I'm still thinking about it, which never happens, so I thought a review might be in order.<br />
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I didn't think I was particularly interested in this movie. There was something else out that I wanted to see, but my friend, who was going with me, doesn't see anything that's rated higher than PG-13, and this was the compromise.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSygSIJY0jpug6-DbdjLufvwHlKg2ITLYwD-iTZtquzXgaffQNI1dyTHEeFPVIBh1OF5DWAWSAgOGvYxJP-sz1UfPhlIFWtBHJcu7JPaZeuxeBRZRZ-KzXprvpot7WRsHkgdmxg/s1600/csl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSygSIJY0jpug6-DbdjLufvwHlKg2ITLYwD-iTZtquzXgaffQNI1dyTHEeFPVIBh1OF5DWAWSAgOGvYxJP-sz1UfPhlIFWtBHJcu7JPaZeuxeBRZRZ-KzXprvpot7WRsHkgdmxg/s1600/csl.jpg" /></a>Steve Carell was, as I've come to expect, funny and endearing. He continued the streak that began with The 40 Year Old Virgin, making his character likable, and more than just funny, a skill which so many comedians seem to be lacking. The real stand out in this film, however, was Ryan Gosling. He brought a depth to his performance that was completely refreshing. It would have been easy for him to play the character as just a playboy; An ass with no real motivation. But he didn't. Long before the end of the movie, the viewer really starts to like the guy, and root for him. It was startling.<br />
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I'll also say again, that I fully believe that the new crop of "starlets" (although, I think they'll amount to much more than that) including Emma Stone, Amanda Seyfried, and Mila Kunis are here to save the romantic comedy from empty headed performances by the likes of Katherine Heigl.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-89247245836635345502011-08-08T02:05:00.001-05:002011-08-08T02:07:46.727-05:00So Much Cooler than Creationism I read this today on<a href="http://www.augusten.com/blog.html"> Augusten Burroughs</a>' home page. I love, love it. So much better than believing we were created by a nameless, faceless god or gods. Beautiful.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpuMc3JMXOtejXU5K1IDXG-xxi2_rev8cfCdV7hQkIB5kBEWh0jxBqBu1MpGC_QmyeO5mWuFiN_hjc8LNucQ3BfEvkrqSHPihZJLYS1pyEFVsemEtsjn7z0QYIux4NYmvRSVBoZg/s1600/universe-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpuMc3JMXOtejXU5K1IDXG-xxi2_rev8cfCdV7hQkIB5kBEWh0jxBqBu1MpGC_QmyeO5mWuFiN_hjc8LNucQ3BfEvkrqSHPihZJLYS1pyEFVsemEtsjn7z0QYIux4NYmvRSVBoZg/s320/universe-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> "The calcium in your bones came from a star. We are all made from recycled bits and pieces of the universe. This matters because origins matter.<br />
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For example, if you were born to a reigning monarch but kidnapped by the black market baby underground shortly after birth and sent to America where you were raised by common, unremarkable people from Ohio, and when you were in your thirties working as a humble UPS driver, dignitaries landed their helicopter on the roof of your crummy apartment building and informed you of their thirty-plus year search for you, His Royal Highness, the course of your life might change.<br />
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You know?<br />
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Our familial genetic origins -medical histories- inform us of medical conditions which exist in our families and when we know about these specific conditions, we can sometimes take certain actions to prevent them.<br />
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Which is why I think it's important to consider that billions of years before we were students and mothers and dog trainers and priests, we were particles that would form into star after star after star until forever passed, and instead of a star what formed was life; simplistic, crude, miraculous.<br />
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And after another infinity, there we were.<br />
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And this is why for you, anything is possible.<br />
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Because you are made out of everything."Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-22509258387600175662011-08-05T02:28:00.001-05:002011-08-05T02:28:32.723-05:0090s Movie or Prophecy?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kSKNglJEirZm0AAVeWwgekubUNgpGczsn5_bM2IKO8CXm_PfYAWCqDIGXHZfMcO6B252dVK_aGBkF5IErt8wKt3m1Mgn8819YW-lmAWwdlKBirzL32oP7yxTpc0DsIq0g_xEjA/s1600/bites.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kSKNglJEirZm0AAVeWwgekubUNgpGczsn5_bM2IKO8CXm_PfYAWCqDIGXHZfMcO6B252dVK_aGBkF5IErt8wKt3m1Mgn8819YW-lmAWwdlKBirzL32oP7yxTpc0DsIq0g_xEjA/s1600/bites.jpg" /></a></div>Lately, I feel very much like I'm playing in scenes from <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110950/">Reality Bites</a>. Except nobody smokes anymore.<br />
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Somehow, I always knew it would end up this way.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-2927653678306928312011-07-10T19:37:00.000-05:002011-07-10T19:37:55.607-05:00Unrelated?<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7pOLwXON16wEeQbmWRnqm4ez-4MdqmgCQ9RGQNFJ7L4dWKpXUfF1mGpA9Szlrb2AHCK1_HgKPjOWgjaRzp8-KzqpyPl-LTmow7ADeVrLyk5ZMe9yuzk-BW-6fooD8QsrIsLGQ1w/s1600/shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7pOLwXON16wEeQbmWRnqm4ez-4MdqmgCQ9RGQNFJ7L4dWKpXUfF1mGpA9Szlrb2AHCK1_HgKPjOWgjaRzp8-KzqpyPl-LTmow7ADeVrLyk5ZMe9yuzk-BW-6fooD8QsrIsLGQ1w/s1600/shoes.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">For once, actually my feet.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I haven't lost any weight this week. I haven't gained either, but I'm still not happy. However, that's not what this post is about, so moving on.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've dropped half a shoe size. How does that happen? Were my feet fat on the heels and the ends of my toes? Have my arches suddenly reappeared? (Nope, still flat footed.) Did I just suddenly start buying the wrong size shoes several years ago and not notice? (This, unfortunately is the most likely explanation.) Anyway, now I'm in an 8.5...which is good, because, you know, small feet, but bad because it's the most common shoe size in America, which makes it super hard to find shoes that fit. Which is probably why I started buying 9s to begin with...hmm. Anyway, the 9s aren't working any more, and I'm a little baffled. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Justin's pretty certain it's just an excuse to shoe shop. It's not, but had I thought of it, that would have been brilliant.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-4439282943409894742011-07-05T10:54:00.003-05:002011-07-05T10:54:00.372-05:00A Prickly Issue<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0zMR7o_qq7EwGJ1xOiiS5dwE4nvv9TVnEWhCMhxKea-Es6DUFg0bN7fPZBGZedfftIqcROPq0czEveQTrVExTI1_HYNRJKP84B-PX9VcYIV2YNzrWm5DZTfbTlhMR0cW1YQNYA/s1600/waxing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0zMR7o_qq7EwGJ1xOiiS5dwE4nvv9TVnEWhCMhxKea-Es6DUFg0bN7fPZBGZedfftIqcROPq0czEveQTrVExTI1_HYNRJKP84B-PX9VcYIV2YNzrWm5DZTfbTlhMR0cW1YQNYA/s200/waxing.jpg" width="133px" /></a>I do not believe in body hair on women. It is a evolutionary throwback that we simply don't need anymore. Potential mates no longer smell each other to determine how fertile they might be. (Note: if your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/significant other starts sniffing you, you have a problem.) Most of us don't romp naked through the fields, so we no longer need hair to protect our delicate areas. Razors are cheap. There are coupons for waxing all over the internet. (Don't try to do it yourself. Learn from my mistake.) Nair is like $4. Get rid of the hair ladies. (Obviously eyebrows, and a reasonable amount of arm hair are fine. ARM not UNDER ARM, note the difference!)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Whenever I see a hair on the seat of the toilet in a women's restroom (which is what started this little rant), all that says to me is that someone wasn't taught proper grooming. And then I throw up a little. Shave your legs. Shave your pits. Get rid of the rest. You can have hair on your arms, if you insist, but onlyif it's blond. (ARM not UNDER ARM, note the difference!)</div><br />
Keep your eyebrows (obviously). And get rid of everything else. Being lovely and smooth is what separates us from icky boys. It's what makes us fragrant and delicate and clean. No more of this natural crap. There's a reason that we don't live in the woods anymore.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-68527401407646964142011-07-04T18:55:00.002-05:002011-07-04T18:59:18.610-05:00Happy 4th<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JTkq1BFQk1OR_qrD4HUh6-z2ArRtgVxd2dCpPU2N_BxqQWSKc745ih9oFuB4ffyBFOpOxbq0_au6OVeV-Apdg-WM93TIB3MTZ6cRM4shi4LdBd4LiYVEfMs7MbxcaE4BNP6B7Q/s1600/statue_of_liberty_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JTkq1BFQk1OR_qrD4HUh6-z2ArRtgVxd2dCpPU2N_BxqQWSKc745ih9oFuB4ffyBFOpOxbq0_au6OVeV-Apdg-WM93TIB3MTZ6cRM4shi4LdBd4LiYVEfMs7MbxcaE4BNP6B7Q/s200/statue_of_liberty_3.jpg" width="200px" /></a></div>And for those of you who seem to have forgotten, here's our motto:<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">"Give me your tired, your poor,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Stop trying to kick and/or keep people out.</span>Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-88547180427776357572011-06-27T22:15:00.001-05:002011-07-04T19:00:23.513-05:00A is only better than D if it's a grade.Since May 25 I've lost 13 pounds. Yay. <br />
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Since May 25 I've gone from a DD bra to a C. Not so yay.<br />
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Since the beginning of time (ok, since the beginning of my adolescence), I've determined whether I look presentable based on whether my boobs were bigger than my belly. <br />
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I've now lost all of my boobs....and like 1.5 inches of belly. <br />
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Unacceptable.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-8028634222856802272011-06-24T23:07:00.001-05:002011-07-04T19:01:06.326-05:00Pet PsychicCats are generally a mystery, they function on their own terms and do their own thing, and occasionally deem you worthy enough to pet them. But today, I'm about 98% sure that this is the conversation that went on between Astrid and George.<br />
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Astrid: Hey! You've got something in your tail! I'm just gonna get that....<br />
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George: Back off bitch!<br />
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Astrid: No really, it's just right there...<br />
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George: I said hands off you crazy cow! (hisses and runs away)<br />
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Astrid: Waaiiit!! (hot on her tail)<br />
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By the by and not for nothin', I'm down 13 pounds. The program stole a hundred of my calories. I'd call it a bitch, but it seems to be working.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-91125993914501213342011-06-19T08:55:00.001-05:002011-06-19T08:57:22.896-05:00Small Changes...<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Rllc4vrpzw-kL-tN-KoIZtCT9iKCU5hNZ8DI2Z2NSQxunf1Z2v_x2Wuw9VwhLOkdJgky-wZF2yxTYFMViI3khkHylhinFASmedyeNKEbXeg5YzOoREuv8OFF6B4WmcaA_to9kA/s1600/after.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>I haven't weighed tonight yet, but based on my progress so far, I'm assuming I'm down about 10 pounds since I started with My Fitness Pal. As far as I can tell, my clothes fit pretty much the same. Except for my bras. Why do boobs always go first? That's the one fat place I'd like to stay fat, but whatever. It also appears that I've lost most, if not all of my double chin. Here are some pics for comparison:<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5d48FG7A5d5nbkhZ-WWKGca-xFpoTvAf25ITsMCnoY-ljN5KRdmRpPTglvgVci_tugP8xpbdxCr0e60swGvC2PhTzKIWe4_nrn4XmsrXFrbhWl4z9M374JGdU0xic6U0Glrej7Q/s1600/before.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5d48FG7A5d5nbkhZ-WWKGca-xFpoTvAf25ITsMCnoY-ljN5KRdmRpPTglvgVci_tugP8xpbdxCr0e60swGvC2PhTzKIWe4_nrn4XmsrXFrbhWl4z9M374JGdU0xic6U0Glrej7Q/s400/before.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: orange;">May 20 </span></b></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: orange;"> June 19</span></b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-47922367465412864582011-06-12T19:50:00.001-05:002011-07-04T19:01:35.355-05:008 PoundsI'm 8 pounds down. That sounds better than 3, certainly, but it gets even better when you realize that 8 pounds is the same amount as this baby:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Please note: Not my baby.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="color: orange;"></span>So far, it's been pretty easy. Almost too easy, and I'm beginning to get a little suspicious. Of what, I'm not sure. Obviously the weight is coming off. Obviously I'm eating better and exercising a few times a week...but it doesn't feel like dieting has in the past. I had a cheat day last week, which seems to have bumped me past a small plateau, and the combination of tacos for lunch and Popeye's for dinner made me super, horribly sick. A few weeks ago, that would have been a pretty normal day, so if nothing else, it appears I've broken the junk food addiction. Occasionally I crave a brownie (who doesn't?), so I let myself have a brownie. I count the calories, and that's that. I no longer feel compelled to eat ALL the brownies. So yeah, it's going. <br />
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Justin starts work on Thursday night (as opposed to all the orientation he's been doing the past week). A week after that, we'll get his first paycheck! Three cheers for disposable income!! Hip, hip, hooray!Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-31718462744963583902011-05-30T21:51:00.002-05:002011-05-30T21:56:01.698-05:00Slow Going <br />
Since being denied for weight loss surgery for 14 more months, I sort of gave up on losing any weight until then. It seemed pointless. And promptly gained 7ish pounds. But then my friend, Juliana, started with a program on her iphone and had really positive results (although, healthy, non-extreme results) in just a week. I decided that, besides the fact that it will make the surgery easier when I do get it, it would be a good idea to go ahead and start eating healthier. Just to get myself into that mode for post surgery. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: orange;">Note: Not my feet. Not my scale. Not my Hello Kitty tattoo.</span></strong></em></td></tr>
</tbody></table>On Wednesday, I signed up for <a href="http://myfitnesspal.com/">My Fitness Pal</a> on my phone. It takes your base metabolic rate, based on your weight, age, and activity level, and it tells you how many calories to eat to lose weight at a rate of around 2 pounds per week. It also lets you enter your food for the day into it, and keeps t</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">rack of the calories for you. Sounds easy. Sounds like something I (and everyone) should have been doing all along, right? Duh. Except that the idea of keeping a food diary always seemed so <em>oppressive</em> before. It's much easier to type the information in, and magically have the calorie count done for you, than to hand write it, and try to figure out your servings and calories etc all by yourself. Especially for something like fruit, which isn't conveniently labled for you. And, there's the added bonus of not having to carry a stupid journal around with you. And losing it. And then throwing the damn thing away after you spill a margarita and queso on it for the 15th time....ahem. I digress.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Moving on. The program seems to have most restaurants' menus, and if it's not in there, you can usually find something pretty close, or just ask the management and enter it yourself. It also lets you enter exercise, and "gives back" the calories you burnt off, if you want to have an extra slice of cake, or whatever. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">All this to say: I've lost 3 pounds in the last 5 days. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Which is pretty much a snail's pace, but 3 pounds is 3 pounds, and it's certainly better than <em>not </em>losing, or, gods forbid <em>gaining</em> 3 (more) pounds, right?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Right.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-75627177925172563882011-05-21T00:17:00.001-05:002011-07-04T19:02:15.508-05:00The Burning HouseIf your house were burning, what would you take out with you? (Objects only; assume your people and pets have escaped of their own accord.) Similar to Found and PostSecret, <a href="http://the-burning-house.com/">The Burning House</a> allows people to post pictures of what they most need or value. What would you take? It has inspired me to make my list (and take my picture), but it's also reminded me to make sure that these things are reasonably close together. And to purchase a small external hard drive for my computer to keep in my purse, along with my passport, which is currently residing somewhere at the bottom of my closest. Here's my stuff:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipWkDDLtK3qmkfO501Yercukn90Wsa-Ii-EepFt-O7lIKq7RIkmXdg2hhS2vriZKaw8S3NZX4iwieIgwTM_UyJRTe5OUaW6ii_f3HmScftTXkpAT_BB3I3Rzw6UYzHMlDR4FM-pQ/s1600/burning+house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipWkDDLtK3qmkfO501Yercukn90Wsa-Ii-EepFt-O7lIKq7RIkmXdg2hhS2vriZKaw8S3NZX4iwieIgwTM_UyJRTe5OUaW6ii_f3HmScftTXkpAT_BB3I3Rzw6UYzHMlDR4FM-pQ/s320/burning+house.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>Clockwise from top:<br />
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1.Handbag containing wallet, camera, glasses, passport, etc.<br />
2. Photo of me, age 2 with my dad.<br />
3. Favorite outfit: Orange sundress that gives me perfect boobs. White shrug if it's chilly. Comfy Bra: not shown.<br />
4. Crazy Pills <br />
5. Kindle<br />
6. Cell Phone<br />
7. Box of special memories<br />
8. Laptop.<br />
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I made this list under the assumption that I would be wearing something (probably pajamas) and underwear (and wedding ring, duh). Otherwise, those things would obviously be on the list. I'm also assuming that I'd slide on flip flops on my way out the door.<br />
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Make your list, take a pic, and send me the link!Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-63593892606565609762011-05-20T00:15:00.001-05:002011-07-04T19:02:48.297-05:005 YearsI can't believe we made it. It's time for our real lives to begin...shooting for 5 more. The easy ones this time. I love you Beest.<br />
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(PS: I couldn't add music for free,so start the mp3 at the bottom if you want to hear the song that goes with!) <br />
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<embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="150" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/551433995/101803ee" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220"></embed>Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-8420365942720746552011-05-15T19:38:00.000-05:002011-05-15T19:38:10.083-05:00But Where?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqmU5gPtXJ815KK9nMjO-CoMi3ZC9LKVH2o7FITPOj2d6Ag6yO1i-DwOW9uMdTaJMTdoTSdWQN-p0ZOiKAf1lCt6FJQdDNnpT4uP7-_u1ZZfuT40FY7C2VApyo5W5MfOzpqtbhA/s1600/leap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqmU5gPtXJ815KK9nMjO-CoMi3ZC9LKVH2o7FITPOj2d6Ag6yO1i-DwOW9uMdTaJMTdoTSdWQN-p0ZOiKAf1lCt6FJQdDNnpT4uP7-_u1ZZfuT40FY7C2VApyo5W5MfOzpqtbhA/s320/leap.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>I'd really like to have this tattooed somewhere...sans the orange box, of course.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9287199.post-15577230455817640922011-05-13T22:06:00.000-05:002011-05-13T22:06:11.016-05:00Bursting With PrideJustin graduated from Nursing School last night. It marks the end of three super stressful years and the beginning of our super real lives.He also won the award for mental health nursing. (Probably because he's used to living and dealing with The Crazy.) I have never been more proud of anyone in my life!!<br />
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Actually, I'm feeling pretty good. Interesting.Susanleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864319996180586857noreply@blogger.com0