Friday, September 28, 2012

Snack Time.

Fig. A: Happy Susan Happy Snack


I was masterfully hand carving the peel off an apple with my fruit knife over the trashcan in the office break room and feeling quite proud of my single stand of apple peel and quite happy about this snack that would soon be sitting in my belleh when suddenly 

A WILD FREAK ACCIDENT APPEARS!!!


Apple goes AWOL and plunges straight into the deep dark bowels of the office trash can in heart-stopping slow-mo never to return again.

Fig. D: First reaction

T-10 seconds to second reaction:

ARRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Bridesmaid.

Fig. A: The wonders of professional hair and makeup

A couple weeks ago I was a bridesmaid for the first time in my life in a good friend's wedding. 

With much gusto the weeks preceding, and with exponentially escalating vengeance thereafter, every single person (friend, foe, or stranger) that even barely happened upon the fact of my bridesmaid-hood would NOT stop heckling me to “DON’T BEND YOUR KNEES!” during the ceremony.

Fig. B: Default standing position, knees locked

According to their hearsay, apparently a lot of bridesmaids faint during the ceremony and if they have their knees locked, they end up falling over on their face like a chopped log and creating an unseemly domino effect of falling bridesmaids

Fig. C: How not to faint during a wedding

instead of crumpling “gracefully” onto the ground like a fainted maiden should. These admonitions were then inevitably followed by harrowing horror stories of "a friend of a friend" or "cousin of my sister's coworker" who actually had a bridesmaid faint in their wedding, underwear peepshow and all. 

Stirred deeply by these true stories of fallen bridesmaids of yore, I vowed in my heart that I would not be the next one to make it into their “friend of a friend” story compilation… But could not for the life of me figure out how to stand with knees bent without looking...


like I had just peed myself.

Fig. E: The face of awkward penguin

Even now I’m not exactly sure I had it quite figured out -- Hopefully nobody was paying attention to that awkward bridesmaid on the far left -- But I’m happy to report that not a one in our bridal party fainted and we all made it out of the chapel on our own two feet instead of being unceremoniously dragged out by the arms. 

Fig. F: Probably without a doubt my worst nightmare

CRISIS AVERTED!

Monday, September 24, 2012

Charlie Popo.


Meet my new kitty Charlie Popo. She is three months old and a mutt rescue of unidentified breed with black spots that make her look not unlike she is wearing a little black hat. 

Charlie is a very touchy kitty and will shamelessly spare no cute tactic to get herself some pets. Every time I open the front door she immediately plops her floppy self at my feet squirming belly up like a fish out of water 

OPERATION PET-ME-NAU: COMMENCE

MOVE 1: left flippy flop

MOVE 2: right flippy flop

FINISH HIM: left flippy flop and initiate purr sequence

until my brain all but implodes from sheer fuzzy wuzzy adowable cuteness and I pet her to her teeny heart's content. 

Friday, September 21, 2012

Life Changes.

This summer has been a very hectic summer filled with important life changes.

On the last day of summer my true love gave to me:

Three Blushing Brides

Three of my friends got married within a month apart from each other and crossed over from girlfriend-hood into married-hood.


Two Baby Boys

Two of my married friends had babies, going from married-hood into mother-hood.

One sexy man 

In the meantime,  I also went through a big transition from single-hood...






Psych!!! Heeheehohohaha

straight into cat-lady-hood with the adoption of an adorable three-month old kitten, much to the chagrin of all my friends and family, and turning myself into more of a recluse than I had been before. 

Friday, August 24, 2012

Beach Day.

 
Fig A: Happy Susan frolics

Last weekend for the first time this entire summer I finally had the time and opportunity to spend a day at le beach.

 
Fig B: Observe as this wild Susan prances and splashes about in what looks to be some type of savage ritual dance. Extraordinary!

It was only after the entire day of gaiety and merriment had come to a close that I found that I had gotten completely sunburned on just one single patch of skin… my upper back.


Scumbag Sun: Makes you happy to gain your trust, 
burns you in the back when you least expect it.

Unfortunately for me, J would not be home for a week and thus the one patch of skin I burned expressly because I couldn’t reach to apply sunscreen on... I now couldn’t reach to put lotion on.


Fig D: Oh how it itches how it burns.

I did the best I could short of dislocating both shoulders and went to bed feeling sad and lonely that not a single helpful hand could be found to lotion my well-done upper back. Never have I ever missed J so very much as then. 

Monday, July 23, 2012

The Adventures of Susan and J: Suitcase


Once upon a time (read: two weeks ago) Susan and J were in Wilmore, Kentucky outside their hotel waiting for cars to arrive so they could load up their bags and head off on the eight hour drive to Chicago.

While Susan was just standing there zoned out and sapped of energy from lack of sleep and good ol' midwestern heat, J’s eyes were a-roamin around looking for some fun to be had, and lit up when theys chanced upon susan’s hapless little carry-on-sized swiss military brand suitcase.


She immediately hopped on

What would possess a perfectly sane 27 year old adult to do this the world will never know.

..and ordered our friend K to cart her around.


Susan begged and pleaded for her suitcase’s life (“dude, ride on someone else’s, not mine”) but the evil queen J would have none of it. A suitcase would die today and that suitcase was Susan’s, and no power of Swiss Military (brand) construction could assuage her thirst for suitcase blood or deter her from the path of imminent destruction.

And sure enough:

“Off with his head!”

The End.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Watermelon Juice.

Fig A. Watermelon juice

Offer me a sip and in return I will look upon you with this exact expression of UTTER DISDAIN AT YOU AND ALL YOUR WATERMELON-JUICE-SUCKING KIND.


Why anyone would choose to horribly and violently pulverize perfectly good morsels of watermelon in a blender instead of just eating it in its purest form and letting the sweet sweet juices glide down your throat as you masticate upon this heavenly gift bestowed upon humans from God Himself just CONFOUNDS me!!!!!!!!!!!

One does not DRINK watermelon through a STRAW in a CUP, one EATS watermelon!!!!!! *shakes fist*