tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288167912024-03-07T03:49:06.870-05:00Confessions of a Not So Well Behaved Womanyup...it's all between me and the keyboard now...Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.comBlogger984125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-33273406169403737032016-09-26T14:33:00.000-04:002016-09-26T14:33:33.057-04:00The Basics of the StoryIt's time for me to return to the basics of the story. Storytelling has been a large part of my life - either through scrapbooking or through blogging. Over the past few years though, that's all dropped off and my focus has wandered away to other things - many other things. But it's time now to get back to the basics of the story. And it's time to get back to embarrassing the hell out of my kids, sharing the joy in our daily lives, keeping you up to date on what we are up to, and hopefully bringing a smile to everyone's face (except the kids - they will need a bit of time to get over the stories... and pictures).<br />
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Suzie, Tom, Sam, Max, Ian, and Lucy</div>
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Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-10511446854283028112012-12-25T12:29:00.000-05:002012-12-26T00:29:53.533-05:00Merry Xmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>Merry Xmas from our house to yours! </b></i></span></div>
<br />Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-43818058438594592482012-12-18T07:50:00.002-05:002012-12-18T07:50:38.722-05:00Nerf Gun Wars"Mom - did you get any more double A batteries" (It's 7:45 am on a school day and Ian is supposed to be eating breakfast)<br />
"Not yet. What do you need batteries for anyway?"<br />
"Max's <a href="http://www.hasbro.com/nerf/en_US/shop/details.cfm?R=5598FF2F-5056-900B-10A3-7C917202BF8A:en_US" target="_blank">Barricade</a>. It's the only [Nerf] gun that Lucy (Age 4) can load and shoot."<br />
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Not sure if I should be over the moon because the boys are including their (very independent) four year old sister in their Nerf gun wars, or terrified that my four year old is going around shooting things with a Nerf gun. What a weird place to be.Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-10801710312355246232012-12-16T08:03:00.000-05:002012-12-18T08:07:48.585-05:00Go Cowboys!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Got to sit still for a while today and actually watch a football game, as it was on, commercials and all. Well, about half of it at least. It's so rare these days that we watch football live - and I'm a football junkie so getting the score reports on my phone AS we are watching the game is a treat. Usually I'm out somewhere (soccer), doing something (watching soccer), and I see the game later (after soccer), so live football is a rarity. It was well worth the time to sit and relax and watch the boys beat [scrape by] the Steelers. <div style="text-align: center;">
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Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-55572440221199253312012-12-15T07:55:00.000-05:002012-12-18T07:55:44.174-05:00Coach Tom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-32140242317596081932012-12-14T00:06:00.001-05:002012-12-14T00:06:18.996-05:00Meteor Shower!Saw a <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/12/13/geminid-meteor-shower-2012-shooting-stars_n_2296054.html" target="_blank">meteor shower </a>tonight, and all Tom had to say was "I'm cold." Yeah, cold. Here I was, all excited about seeing the meteors, which I have a TERRIBLE track record of catching, and my stinky husband was complaining that he was cold. I not only saw one, but three separate meteors. It was simply fantastic. Thank you Geminid for flying over my house, but not too close. And yeah, it was kinda cold out - only 32 degrees, but still - METEOR SHOWER.Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-1617863814605555372012-12-13T07:58:00.000-05:002012-12-18T07:59:10.318-05:00MeetingsHad to go to two different meetings tonight - both at the same time. This month and last seem to be filled with overlapping meetings, which cuts down on the number that you need to attend, but also keeps you out of the loop and makes you play catch up. Fortunately I'm in touch with folks who <i>have</i> attended those meetings, but still, it's a lot of meetings. The next few weeks look lighter - much lighter, so that's a nice break from the crazy schedule.Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-32849567146418074822012-12-11T07:52:00.000-05:002012-12-18T07:53:29.071-05:00And now it's time to get back to the music!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Middle School band concert = simply awesome. </div>
<br />Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-56355141682086884942012-12-10T13:55:00.000-05:002012-12-12T01:56:10.638-05:00Outside Trees? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Saw an article about decorating your front porch for the holidays a few weeks ago and felt a little inadequate, and also felt very under-inspired to do anything out there. The porches in the article were GORGEOUS and well manicured, and it all seemed so overwhelming. Then I wandered into Target, and saw an artificial tree for $20. My brain went to town with that one (Who knew they had $20 trees?) and we are now the proud owners of said $20 tree, a slew of tiny ornaments, some twist tie hanger things that keep the ornaments attached to the branches and some fake snow. The yellow cord, albeit visible all the time from every angle, is essential so I'm not going to complain. The lights are cool, the fake snow is cool, the ornaments are cool, and the $20 tree was a total score. </div>
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Max at the Dulles Sportsplex (in white)</div>
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Sam in goal at the Fairfax Sportsplex</div>
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Ian (#10) at striker at the Fairfax Sportsplex</div>
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Lucy's first pick-up soccer game (she's in the pink coat and blue pinnie)</div>
Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-17880659553063380412012-12-08T23:29:00.000-05:002012-12-09T23:30:45.344-05:00Happy Hanukkah!<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EeC8nTYEwQQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-44851552091837842522012-12-07T22:53:00.000-05:002012-12-07T22:53:32.486-05:006am Lice? No. Not really. Ugh. At 6am this morning, about 50 minutes before my alarm went off, I woke up. And it wasn't a wake up then fall back asleep wake up, it was a wake up, have that startling thought that you might have this terrible thing called lice, then sit there and wait for the next 50 minutes until your alarm goes off wake up. It was one of those times that you curse your brain for running amok. Normally I'm a HUGE proponent of my brain running amok, but when it messes with my sleep, well, it is not a good thing. And the lice? Well, we've had lice before in this house - <a href="http://wellbehavedwoman.blogspot.com/2011/03/tumultuous-two-weeks.html" target="_blank">early last year they made a stop here</a>. But this isn't me with lice, this is me with an itchy scalp likely due to low iron and some minor hair loss (I have loads of hair so no worries there), a friend with a kid that has nits (no live lice that she can see but the kiddo does have nits) and this brain crazy of mine running amok. So there I sat at 6:03am, then 6:32am, then 6:45am, cursing my brain. Ugh. But at least I don't have lice. Hopefully tonight will be better, and I'll sleep a little longer tomorrow morning.Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-66283182752342628842012-12-06T14:22:00.000-05:002012-12-06T14:22:00.158-05:00Nasty Crabs<br />
Lucy: Mom - Can we go to the beach to see some nasty crabs?<br />
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Me: What do you mean nasty crabs?<br />
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Having a four year old with significantly older brothers immediately raises my suspicions in conversations like this. What <i>exactly</i> did they tell her - that's always the question. And you should hear some of the other things that they tell her, and of course, that she repeats. It's usually at the top of her lungs in the school office, the grocery store, or another public place where I can't run and hide.Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-75131090548273798352012-12-05T07:56:00.000-05:002012-12-05T07:56:40.261-05:00Middle of the night mouse hunt? Really?<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I have a vague recollection from last night of my husband telling me not to get out of bed - "He has a mouse." Really? Huh? My half asleep brain said "O.K., back to sleep." and that was it. Apparently our cat found the one random mouse that wanders into our house twice a year. He finds them all, so not sure why they bother coming in. Fortunately it's only once or twice a year in this house, and it generally doesn't end well for the mice. But the middle of the night mice hunts are always a big deal - running around, meowing, huffs and puffs - all from the cat. He really stirs it up when he hunts his middle of the night mice. Then come the words of consolation from Tom when he takes the mostly dead mouse from Bunsen. He generally plays with them to death and wants them to keep playing with him, so he's sad when Tom takes them. It's mouse control at it's finest, and for whatever reason it's always in the middle of the night. Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-67241774449540724612012-12-04T08:33:00.000-05:002012-12-04T08:33:00.340-05:00So what do YOU want for Christmas?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 19px;"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 19px;">Up until now they haven't asked for much, and we were able to supplement their wants with things that we thought were cool. We avoided the whole "We want a puppy!" thing this go round - they went through that phase a few months ago (we're cat people) and thankfully it passed quickly. But this whole Nintendo DS thing has been in the works for a several months now. "But J has a DS and he has all the cool games" and "But all my friends have DS's and I don't." and "But this one game only runs on the DS and <em>I really want it</em>." Yeah, but you guys have three Game Boys, a Game Cube and a computer, and that's plenty. I'm sure I did the same thing when I was a kid, and I'm sure this is my payback. So, I told him very clearly, "I'm not getting you a DS." Crickets. You could hear them all the way from Richmond. And the look on his face when he finally realized (after me telling him this exact thing five other times prior to this particular conversation) that he wasn't getting a DS was decidedly...normal. Huh. He's seven so I was expecting more complaining. But then again he's seven, so it may be just the beginning of a huge campaign to get himself a DS.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 19px;">And to make it worse, my hubby questioned the fact that we weren't getting them any electronics for Christmas - not even a single game for their current systems. I'm sure that these three kids have plenty of games and plenty of electronic things to keep them occupied well into their 80's. (For the record they are getting some cool presents, just no electronics.) And I'm sure that he'll have his Nintendo DS on or before his next birthday - after all, we're suckers for the well planned kiddo campaign. Sigh...</span></div>
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Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-414057925974873452012-12-03T00:28:00.000-05:002012-12-04T00:28:57.626-05:00Didgeridoo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The end result of showing a kid a video of a a guy playing a Didgeridoo is that he grabs the nearest roll of wrapping paper, and starts playing. Seriously, sounds more like farts, which made him REALLY happy. He is nine after all.<br />Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-71721116522678889032012-12-02T12:03:00.000-05:002012-12-04T00:06:04.826-05:00BIRDS!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On the way to soccer we saw a HUGE flock of birds that were hanging out on the corner. They'd start up as if they were going to fly away, then come back down and settle. They did this several times. almost as if they were at a college football game doing the wave. But suddenly, they all took off - clearly afraid of the crazy jogger approaching. And when I say crazy, it wasn't clinical diagnosis crazy. No, it was the crazy that overcomes you and turns you into a three year old when you run up on a flock of birds. And this was one BIG flock of birds, so he was doing the crazy jogger dance all the way around the corner, happy as a clam. </div>
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<br />Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-89099624677331770332012-12-01T22:08:00.000-05:002012-12-12T02:08:55.961-05:00Total band uniform fail, fabulous concert, enjoyable evening. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Procrastination does not pay off when you can't find your tuxedo shirt, your mom hasn't hemmed your new tux pants, and you take tap shoes instead of dress shoes to your band concert. It makes for a very hectic afternoon. But somehow, in spite of our lazy start to the band season and multiple hiccups, Max's Fall band concert was fantastic.Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-15396839805587922402012-12-01T10:46:00.002-05:002012-12-01T10:46:48.496-05:00My Coleman'sLost in the shuffle for a bit, it's time to get back and settle down here. For December, I'll be doing dailies. One little post or snapshop of what going on in our lives. Some days will be more exciting, and some days you'll get pictures of my toes/shoes/socks/whatever.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQRl_e2WG938vODMtLPDTyzmuR7-IgD_KN53uGmjwoYIdAPUN7nid5cAcMQbdyA36LKY3xfjjS7sS2LvDvOxjiOXW1_pbVnDFlcpyhPUACKZON66_wiAmIS4eDblLvssXrfGwMA/s1600/Hiking+Boots_Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQRl_e2WG938vODMtLPDTyzmuR7-IgD_KN53uGmjwoYIdAPUN7nid5cAcMQbdyA36LKY3xfjjS7sS2LvDvOxjiOXW1_pbVnDFlcpyhPUACKZON66_wiAmIS4eDblLvssXrfGwMA/s320/Hiking+Boots_Edit.jpg" width="320" /></a>Today is one of those days when I show you my shoes. It's cold outside now, but not really cold. My summer toes have disappeared and it's all about the fuzzy slippers and heavy hiking boots. I've had these boots for several years now and have found myself wearing them almost every day since I gave up my flip flops. I used to own a pair of Timberlands, and loved them to death, but they never saw truly cold weather. Back in Texas I didn't know what cold was. Here in Virginia, it's been hovering around freezing in the mornings and late evenings, and when you breathe in, the cold catches your breath. It's not terribly cold yet - that will come later in the season - but it's not flip-flop weather. And these Coleman boots (yes, the camping stove folks make boots and I'm sure a bunch of other things too) have not only kept me in comfort, but they've kept me warm. I'm hoping they will last forever, but I know they won't - they are already starting to show signs of their age. But for now they will keep me in good stead - toes warm and comfy, even when it gets really cold out.Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-14813017898871104912012-09-05T01:23:00.000-04:002012-09-05T01:23:00.161-04:00Jammies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Why are there more pajamas than any other type of clothing in my daughter's dirty laundry? Is she trying them on before she decides what to wear to bed then deeming them dirty? How on earth is this happening? This one doesn't make any sense to me. Then again, I'm not four, and Lucy is.Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-33874401700754224152012-09-02T00:40:00.000-04:002012-09-04T00:46:05.373-04:00Footloose Fail<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087277/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggSCel-j5DA5xBNlOKh8bhaUwK7JLoPQefH7UkwkB758mB34HuFUYi6u4Py9GMXkdRMaYC6SXUCBjviAsjIJ-ACH9THPOWLXsaCGeCFL1q5yXgBYyRddnB1iF9dj7xSkEzayqx5A/s320/footloose1984.jpg" width="206" /></a>For the first time I dared to watch the newest version of <a href="http://www.footloosemovie.com/en_us/" target="_blank">Footloose</a>, and man, was I disappointed. I don't know if it was my age, my adult view of the world, my cynicism, or the terrible script/acting/whatever, but I was really disappointed with the 2011 remake. Did this remake really do the first movie justice? If they trying to introduce this to a new generation, well, they didn't do a good job of it.<br />
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<a href="http://www.london2012.com/" target="_blank">Olympics</a> - I still have about 6 days worth of the 2012 Olympics recorded. Unlike others that don't want to watch the events after they are over, I LOVE the sports - all of them - and don't mind one bit watching <a href="http://usainbolt.com/" target="_blank">Usain Bolt</a> make his run, or watching <a href="http://www.usaswimming.org/DesktopDefault.aspx?TabId=2216&Alias=Rainbow&Lang=en" target="_blank">the swimmers</a> break records, or the<a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/wrc/news-blogs/blog=olympic-talk/post/yordan-yovchev-still-going-strong-mens-gymnastics-london-olympics-2012.html?chrcontext=matchup-spotlight" target="_blank"> oldest gymnast on the planet</a> compete (and compete well) on rings. I am all about sports, so this is the perfect thing for me.<br />
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<a href="http://www.sho.com/sho/episodes/home" target="_blank">Episodes</a> - <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001455/" target="_blank">Matt Leblanc</a> is eh, but the show has a great set of characters and is well written. Both Tom and I have enjoyed watching it and it's quirky enough that you don't take it seriously. Turns out that stalkers, producers, real conversations, and slightly crazy folks are very entertaining.<br />
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<a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/politicalanimals/" target="_blank">Political Animals</a> - I dig the premise, but the show kind of wanders. It's a limited run series so I'm not sure if they are testing it out or what, but it's entertaining enough to keep it on the list for a bit. And I really like <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2312345/" target="_blank">James Wolk</a>. He was in <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1591490/" target="_blank">Lone Star</a> and I liked that one too but it was cancelled almost as soon as it began. Silly show and silly premise, but nice looking guy.<br />
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<a href="http://www.ultimatedallas.com/" target="_blank">Dallas</a> - I'm really up in the air on this one. They haven't quite captured the essence of the original, and that disappoints me. I was really hoping that they'd hit it out of the ballpark right out of the gate. The last episode that I saw was closer to the tension of the old series, but the rest of it is sub-par. Some of the leads aren't southern-looking enough. Some of the characters are too obvious and shallow. And some of the characters are from the original series and are 800 thousand years old and look like they've been dragged in from the retirement home. That's a bit disconcerting and distracts from the show itself. I spend a good deal of time wondering if JR is going to have a heart attack, or wondering why Cliff Barnes is never shown walking. Or wondering where on earth Charlene Tilton has been hiding for the past 20 years.<br />
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<a href="http://www.tntdrama.com/series/leverage/" target="_blank">Leverage</a> - I have a crush on <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0437283/" target="_blank">Christian Kane</a> back from his <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0162065/" target="_blank">Angel</a> days. He is tough and manly and is certainly on my "list." The show itself is clever and decently written, so a mindless distraction with some eye candy.<br />
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<a href="http://www.syfy.com/warehouse13/" target="_blank">Warehouse 13</a> - Sci fi fun that's light enough to watch while doing other things. A good match in my book. Miss an episode and you are good (except the one last season where the Warehouse was blown up - that was an episode that you needed to watch to understand pretty much all the rest of it).<br />
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<a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/burnnotice/" target="_blank">Burn Notice</a> - LOVE <a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/burnnotice/theshow/characterprofiles/michael/index.html" target="_blank">Michael Westen</a>!<br />
<a href="http://www.syfy.com/alphas/" target="_blank">Alphas</a> - Good little Sci-Fi show<br />
<a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/royalpains/" target="_blank">Royals Pains</a> - Silly show, fluffy enough to have on as I'm doing other things<br />
<a href="http://www.fox.com/dance/" target="_blank">STHYCD</a> - Great season of DANCE!!!<br />
<a href="http://www.hbo.com/the-newsroom/index.html" target="_blank">The Newsroom</a> - Good show worth a look<br />
<a href="http://www.nbc.com/grimm/" target="_blank">Grimm</a> - I'm digging the whole living amongst monsters and creatures and we have no idea<br />
<a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/whitecollar/" target="_blank">White Collar</a> - I totally have a crush on <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0093589/" target="_blank">Matt Bomer</a> (even liked him in <a href="http://magicmikemovie.warnerbros.com/" target="_blank">Magic Mike</a>!)<br />
<a href="http://www.hbo.com/true-blood/index.html" target="_blank">True Blood</a> - It's True Blood. Enough said.<br />
<a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/suits/" target="_blank">Suits </a>- Good legal show - fill the gap left by the Law and Orders but it WAY more snarky.<br />
<a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/necessaryroughness/" target="_blank">Necessary Roughness</a> - I dig sports, and have a total girl crush on<a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/necessaryroughness/theshow/characterprofiles/dani/bio.html" target="_blank"> Callie Thorne</a>. She's also been in White Collar, Royal Pains, Prison Break, Burn Notice, and was on several Law & Orders, so what's not to like!<br />
<a href="http://www.aetv.com/longmire/" target="_blank">Longmire</a> - Still watching this one - I love <a href="http://www.kateesackhoff.com/" target="_blank">Katee Sackoff</a> but the show is kind of a one trick pony.<br />
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What's on your TiVo?Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-12430031595523274682012-08-26T22:59:00.000-04:002012-08-26T22:59:00.065-04:00Color<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I LOVE my hair color. I love it when it's pink. I love it when it's blue. And I love it when it's my regular hair color too. But pink it my true love. I wear it well, and it seems to like me too. I'm still hunting for a decent blue, and right now I have one nice looking blue in, but pink is always my fall back. it's like my security blanket - it's a safe color that I can always come home to.<br />
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And this lovely picture was taken by Miss Lucy, photographer extrordiannaire. She generally takes pics of the ground, her shoes, people's butts, etc. But this one I love.Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-36010739115882447922012-08-23T13:49:00.000-04:002012-08-23T13:49:00.636-04:00Grocery Shopping<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is what a typical grocery cart looks like for us. And this is also the reason that I use <a href="http://wellbehavedwoman.blogspot.com/2006/08/peapod-to-rescue.html" target="_blank">Peapod</a> - too many drinks for me to carry home. The only difference here is that I usually buy four gallons of milk, not just the one. But here I didn't have enough room for four, so one gallon it was. And this time I had a second cart being pulled by a kiddo who begrudgingly was loading up his cart with actual food. Because, after all, we can't survive on drinks alone. But we sure did have enough Gatorade for the week! </div>
Suziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03638982467384684711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28816791.post-3280353721963931522012-08-21T09:18:00.000-04:002012-08-21T09:18:00.786-04:00Smurf-mobile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ever wonder how a Smurf gets around? Well, here you go. </div>
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