A. Because there’s nothing worth watching on TV (even with cable!) B. I’m too tired from a very long week to focus my eyeballs on a book C. A three-hour click fest on a particular blogroll turned up 1 – just 1 – decent new blog to frequent D. Did I mention I’m tired? Which, of course, precludes going out, even if I had $ or a date. So I...

I’d have blown the left side of my head off around 3am this morning, if I owned one. Yes, I realize firearms are not typically the preferred tools for dentistry, but you couldn’t have convinced me of that this morning. This morning, a 9mm would have been perfect. You see, I have 4 broken teeth riding around in my head right now – all molars, 3 of...

What’s the “okie-doke”, you ask? That disease we sometimes contract that tells us that what others require trumps what we require in any given situation. It’s that drive to keep your end of a bargain, no matter what, even in the face of the other party not keeping theirs, even when it starts costing you and yours dearly. It’s turning a...

Temp of 103. Ha! And you thought I was being conceited. Shame on you. You know I’m not like that. I’m taking my hot self to bed early. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves…

It doesn’t take long for me these days to get a belly full of being taken advantage of, manipulated or used. I spent so many years offering my dignity up on a silver platter in exchange for the unattainable (the love and respect of someone who couldn’t love or respect himself) that if the situation even starts to look lopsided, I call,...

Ok, first let me warn you – this is not going to be a warm, fuzzy post. Any of you who have young children, and by young I mean kids who still openly love you and have yet to realize how uncool you really are, may want to skip this post altogether. I don’t want to scare you with what lies ahead, as I’m told we all go through this in some form or...

Ok, so it finally happened: I missed a day. Damn. However, since this year is Leap Year, and Blog365 should really have been named Blog366 – I’m still going to make it! Woo-hoo! (Love my logic, don’cha?!) It does mean that I can’t miss any more days, though, and that might be a bit of a trick, especially since what happened yesterday to...

This week I can sum up all that I am fed up with in one word: settling. I’m fed up with playing small, even though I didn’t think I was. I’m fed up with stinkin’ thinking that is so pervasive and sneaky and tricks me into thinking that I can’t when I damn well can, that I shouldn’t when there’s no reason not to, and what if...

Look out world – Suzanne’s shit-bucket is full and it’s time to dump it out and start over. I now declare Fridays on SuzanneSays… to be “Fed Up Friday” wherein I shall vent, whinge, bitch, moan and otherwise talk shit until I relieve enough mental constipation (a.k.a. pressure, self-induced or otherwise) that I give up the notion...

Ok, maybe I won’t ever “get it”. I just don’t get how a certain someone could consider it any kind of evil-doing on my part to send his daughter to stay the weekend with him. I just don’t get how I end up in the bitch category for that. Particularly when we have no power and he does. Yes, I have been known to whine and moan about what a...