And climb the stairs to the beach...

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Morning Folks 06 29 06

Then...


Now!

He hasn't really changed much, has he!

Today is Chuck's Birthday. Why not send him a birthday wish? chuckhall@aol.com.

He is still a year older than me! And for a period of about 45 days, I like to think he is 2 years older than me. So, Happy Birthday, Old MAN!

Love,
Suz

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Morning Folks 06 20 06

The following little essay is something that my sister Becky sent me today. I know I have been less than regular with my postings and now you might think I have stooped to plagarism. But I think if you admit that it isn't your own writing, it isn't technically plagarizing. And I did add the pictures! Anyway, enjoy it. I thought it was sort of funny and I bet you can relate, if you are a woman, that is. This is really just another example of why Ed always tells me "it's a man's world."


Momma said, "Don't sit on the toilet seat!!!"
(Author unknown-but everybody's momma says it!)


My mother was a fanatic about public restrooms. When I was a
little girl, she'd take me into the stall, show me how to wad up
toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then she'd carefully lay strips of toilet
paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, NEVER sit
on a public toilet seat.
Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which
consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without
actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat.
That was a long time ago. Now, in my "mature" years, "The Stance" is
excruciatingly difficult to maintain.
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a
line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's
your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is
occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down
the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door
won't latch. It doesn't matter.





The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by
someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on
the door hook, if there were one, but there isn't - so you carefully but
quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if
you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance."
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake.
You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the
seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance."






To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for
what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your
mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to
clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your
thighs shake more.



You reme mber the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the
one that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in
the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't
work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in
front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the
tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door,
dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor,
lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.
It is wet of course.


You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom
has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the
uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there
was any, even if you had taken time to try.
You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew,
because you're certain, her bare bottom never touched a public toilet
seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases
you could get."

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so
confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a firehose
that somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto
the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At that point, you give up.


You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're
exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket
and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how
to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your
hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women,
still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely them.

A kind soul at the very end of the lin e points out a piece of toilet
paper trailing from your shoe. ( Where was that when you NEEDED it??)You
yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it the woman's hand and tell her
warmly, "Here, you just might need this."
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and
left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and
why is your purse hanging around your neck?"

. . .This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public
restroom (rest??? you've got to be kidding!!). It finally explains to
the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other
commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs.
It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and
hand you Kleenex under the door.



Have a great day. And put some kleenex in your purse.

Love,
Suz

Friday, June 16, 2006

Morning Folks HAPPY FATHER'S DAY




BY EXAMPLE HE TAUGHT US.



AND WITH PATIENCE HE GUIDED US.



TODAY, WITH GRATITUDE,



I CELEBRATE MY DAD.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY! I LOVE YOU DAD!


LOVE,
SUZIE

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Morning Folks June 03 2006


It is no use waiting for your ship to come in unless you have sent one out.
-Unknown-



Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson-


If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.
-Chinese Proverb-


All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
-Buddha-



Once we make our decision, all things will come to us.
Auspicious signs are not a superstition, but a confirmation.
They are a response.
-Deng Ming-Dao-


I hope you enjoyed the pictures and the philosophical inspiration. The rainbow is courtesy of Kathy who took the picture right after the rehearsal dinner before our wedding. We all thought that was a confirmation when we saw it.

And by the way, if anyone sees this man today



wish him a Happy Birthday! He has always been my inspiration and always will be. I love you Dad.

Have a great day,
Love,
Suz

Friday, June 02, 2006

Morning Folks 06 02 06

I hope you don't mind seeing even MORE pictures. But I promised more of the grandchildren. They were so excited about the wedding. And I think they had a really fun time. I miss them already and can't wait to see them again. Arabella is 4 and Zeppelin is 7. Indigo will be 1 in July. Fortunately, when I move to TN they will live nearby. They already started to call me Grandma a couple of months before the wedding, although Arabella sometimes forgets and calls me Suzanne. She can call me whatever she wants because she pretty much has me wrapped around her finger, just like her big brother. And Indigo is working on it!


Proud Grandparents



Arabella and Zeppelin were a big part of the ceremony. They brought the wine and bread down to the priest for communion. Nobody got a picture of them from the front, but Ed and I saw them as they came down the aisle. They were beaming. Ed and I were very proud of them.

Zeppelin helped by taking pictures.

He mingled with the guests while he had his dinner.

He asked Grandma to dance.

Arabella captures the moment on film.

Arabella loved her bouquet and enjoyed being in the pictures, but not as much as she enjoyed taking them.

Arabella took some great pictures. She has a good eye!

Adjusting her equipment.

The photographer takes a break.




A quiet moment for brother and sister.





And then there is little Indigo. She made her presence known from time to time. But she was a little young to take pictures.

She did dance with Grampa, though. Grampa is just enamored with these three. And so am I!

Indigo takes a break with Robin, the mother of these beautiful kids. Can't you see where they get their good looks?

What a beautiful family.

Have a great day.
Love,
Grandma

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Morning Folks Rabbit!!! 06 01 06

Morning Folks! Ed and I were lucky enough to spend some time with Dad and Inez, Uncle Alan and Marianne and Gabe and Madelyn last week when we were in Florida for our honeymoon. We had a wonderful visit which was much too short. Dad and Inez hosted a delicious lunch at a very nice restaurant. It was really special to have a wedding celebration with these Floridians who I just don't get to see nearly enough. It was the next best thing to having them there at the wedding itself.

Gabe has given Uncle Alan the new nickname of Too Tall Hall and Unc gave Gabe the nickname of Last Chance Hall. It might be obvious why Gabe gave Unc that nickname, but you might have to think a bit about the nickname Alan gave Gabe.

During our pre-luncheon conversation, to my surprise, Gabe and Madelyn were somewhat puzzled about the Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit thing that I reference each month.

So, if some of the rest of you are also not too sure about it, I would refer you to the archives on this blog. Go to August 1, 2005 or copy and paste this link:
http://suziesmusings.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_suziesmusings_archive.html


Suffice it to say, however, that the safest thing to do on the first of every month when you wake up before speaking any other words, say Rabbit, Rabbit Rabbit. Just try it and I bet you will see that the month of June will be terrific!


It's hard to believe that pretty soon, June will be bustin' out all over and everything will be coming up roses!

Time sure flies when you're having fun. (If you are under 40, you might not get the Ethel Merman and the Carousel references here. Just ask an old person. They will explain!)

Have a great day!

Love,
Suz

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