Dentist.

Susan At the Dentist Then:

Susan At the Dentist Now:

When I was young the dentist was my worst enemy. The trip to the dentist every 6 months pretty much defined cruel and unusual punishment at the hands of a sadistic psychopath: a ruthless interrogation under glaring lights, then slow death by torture via loud pointy drills, hooks, and needles. After it was all said and done, the dentist would put down his devices and tell me: “Make sure to FLOSS.” Today, I am a proud flossing adult member of society and due to that my dental visits have become unquestionably more enjoyable. The interrogation has turned into a cheery light chat with the dentist, and my enjoyment of the ultrasonic periodontal scalar between my teeth and gums borders on creepy. Just feels so darn good mwehehehe...

New Neighbors.

A couple months ago our neighboring youngish-Korean-couple-with-two-small-children moved out and was replaced soon after by an old-Korean-couple-with-no-children. As long as the new neighbors were not two-hot-single-Korean-working-professionals, however, we really couldn’t care less.

Then one fateful day J came running up the stairs bearing great and wonderful news: 

Suddenly it was time to get to know the neighbors, STAT.

A few days later yesterday, J and I were coming home from the grocery store when we spotted THE BOY with half of the old Korean couple out on their front yard barbequing dinner.

We put our best faces forward to greet them, natch.

Honestly I don’t even remember what the boy looked like -- he wasn’t as significantly tall or as hot as J had intimated, but it never hurts to be friendly with one’s neighbors :)

Plannerless 2.

My Moleskine Pocket Red Weekly Planner finally finally arrived in the mail!!! I ecstatically ripped the box into shreds and grabbed my prized possession in mine hands but...

It was so… so very… TINY……

Nevertheless I spent $20 (including shipping) and 5 days of waiting in desperation for this thing so decided to make the best of it and attempt to write in my appointments in the tiny little boxes on the tiny little pages hoping that perhaps within this first “get-to-know-you” session with my planner I’d fall in love with it, size aside…

…then almost immediately gave up.

SO FREAKING TINY HOW CAN ANYBODY WRITE ANYTHING IN THUR BOXES YOU STOOPID TINY MOLESKINE PLANNER!!!!

Give me back my $20…

Plannerless.

I happen to be a very compulsive planner – one that cannot survive without a physical personal planner on me at ALL times. Those who know me will testify that it is not uncommon to find me at any random moment of the day just sitting and staring into my planner. It gives me great and untold satisfaction to know at all times what is coming up ahead, and it is most pleasing to mine eye to see that everything is going according to plan. So imagine my utter vexation and haplessness to find myself pushing mid-January of the new year with no planner to look fondly upon, no planner to jot down appointments, no planner to refer to for account numbers, no planner to doodle and take notes upon! Luckily my very belated online planner purchase is presently en route through USPS… God-speed my 2012 Moleskine Pocket Red Weekly Planner!!!

Back.

Back from le Vegas biztrip.. but why is it so horribly COLD here?! Was looking avidly forward to being welcomed back by copious amounts of warm CA sunshine and sky-high "winter" temps but came back to windy rainy cold >_<..

Battle: Start!

Fig.A: Ugly company shirt VS. Susan

I’m off again for my company’s yearly tradeshow in Vegas but this year I refuse to fall prey to the ugly drab grips of the ugly drab company shirt! I am employing the cutest possible skirts with the cutest possible flats for the cutest possible look to override as much of the shirt’s ugly as humanly possible.

New Year.

Happy happy super belated new year everyone!!!

To explain my long long absence from le blog, I spent my last two weeks of 2011 with familia in KAUAI, HAWAII:

Mostly hanging around half nekkid swimming, hiking, nomming nonstop on incredible food, inhaling cocktails, lying on pristine white sandy beaches and getting burned to a crisp, among other things.

Since then, my body has returned back to work and reality but my brain has refused to follow suite, causing some gridlock in processing standard procedural functions such as… actually working at work.