February 17, 2020

Dodging a big bug bullet

This happened two weeks ago before the flu found me and before the water leak in the guest room.*sigh*

We've been slowly converting the kid's old playroom to Coach's home office. (he could have shared my huge office with me, but nevermind, we need our space)
This led me to start out on a decluttering tare; you know how the age-old fable of "If you give a mouse a cookie"....
I started cleaning out the playroom closet, which led to moving things from the big linen closet to the smaller linen closet and to items being donated. (wait, is it tare or tear?)
Which led me to move some items from the under-counter cabinets in the kitchen to the big linen closet.
And that's when I found them.
I picked up my two nesting collectible Longaberger baskets that were handed down to me from my MIL when she downsized her home about 5 years ago.
Pic of the larger basket, now living outside while being monitored
I haven't used the baskets in about 2 years, but they were special to me as I'd longed to be able to purchase them myself back in 2003 when my friend had a Longaberger home party. (we were poor, but we were proud )
My heart sunk when I saw the dust in the bottom of the big bowl that was coming from the bottom of the smaller bowl.
My heart sunk further when I saw the two little white bugs eating away.
My brain saw $$.
My brain remembered the new roof we put on last year
And the new a/c unit.
And the new hot water heater.
And all the new landscaping and trees.

I remembered all the work we had to do to empty our rental condo last year before it was treated for termites.
I texted my exterminator with a video of the bugs and he confirmed that they were termites.
I shuddered. My skin crawled.
He gave my number to a specialist and they called me within a few hours that night and scheduled an investigation for the next day.
My young and sweet termite specialist did a thorough look all through the house, attic and the property then deemed us to be very lucky. He said: When I saw the video of the termites, I was afraid for you because I thought your home would be infested. 
Turns out the termites were ONLY in that one basket.
Did you know that termite eggs can stay dormant for many, many years? 
You'll never sleep again, will you?
I asked my MIL  (Hi Sue!) if they ever had termites in the old house, and the answer was no.
But, I can only assume that they had possibly the start of termites and didn't know they were there, then the house was sold.
I'm still freaked out a bit by it all. Mostly because if I hadn't been on a cleaning tear/tare, I might not have picked up/looked at the baskets for another few years. By then, they might have eaten the entire wood cabinet.
I loved that beautiful bug basket.

February 14, 2020

When it came to awkwardness, I was the perfect role model.

I'm still a sick puppy, but I'm almost seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. The fever is gone but I feel like the cough will be with me until 2021. 
This is an old post that really sums up Suz from the age of 6 to 17; nothing went as planned and I couldn't ever just be the cool chick. 

It was going to be a big day for me; my graduation from 7th grade. 
Next year, I would be in high school with the big fish.
I was done with my awkwardness, I was going to emerge a beautiful butterfly.
I decided to take my time and beautify myself before the graduation ceremony. I ran the bath and I even added some of the Jean Nate’ bath oil that my Grandma loved so much.
I soaked. I soaked. And then I soaked some more.
Finally, it was time to dress and dry my hair. No time to lose now Suz.
I dressed in my new terry cloth striped dress; it was so pretty AND fashionable. 
A few spritzes of my Loves Baby Soft around my neck and wrist; I am really something. 
I got out the blow dryer and my round brush; watch out Farah Fawcett. 
I dried.
I dried.
I dried.
I dried some more. 
My hair was not really drying.
So then I got out my fancy-dancy curling iron.
My hair still seemed kind of wet; oily. 
What the heck kind of negative hair magic was happening?
It was go-time now; greased lightning we've got to head out the door.  

suz 7th grade

Apparently you should not soak your hair in Jean Nate’ bath oil. 
Something I wish my Mom had told me. 
Greasy gross mess.
And for me, this really was just the beginning of my awkward years…things would get much worse before they got better.

You know how on Facebook you can leave a comment with a picture? I wish Blogger would let ya'll do that here so we can compare awkward teenage pictures. 
Happy Valentine's day. XO

February 12, 2020

Flu, I've got you Flu.

We had a very busy and awesome weekend. I hugged, loved and was dazzled by around 185 guests at the Night To Shine event on Friday night. (this was my 3rd year volunteering) I, along with some good friends greeted each guest and got them into Limo's for a ride around the church parking lot, then to the event center where they were greeted like royalty on the red carpet.
I ended the night with what I would call a stress headache; maybe I was a bit overwhelmed with all the excitement, the hoopla, the cheerleaders bouncing around, the noise from the happy guests....or maybe I'm just getting old?
When I woke up on Saturday the headache was still there and I was exhausted. I made a comment to the coach that maybe I'm on the spectrum because it just seemed to be too much for me this year. (There are a LOT of guests on the spectrum, and I do believe they were in better shape than me. And no, I'm not poking fun at people with disabilities, you know better.)

Sunday night I started coughing and whipped up some hot tea.
Monday morning I awoke feeling like the dead.
Achy body. Chills. coughing. my joints were on fire.
I knew it was the flu because I have that fake doctor's degree.
I spent the day in bed.
Finally, at around 4:00 on Monday afternoon, I remembered that there was an antiviral that you could take to ward off the effects.
I call our Doctor's office and left a voicemail. (they haven't answered the phone in 5 years-very annoying)
On Tuesday morning I was anxiously awaiting their call as the Coach was leaving for Miami for the day; I'd been hoping he could just pick up the RX for me.
They didn't call back until noon and told me that they no longer take our insurance anymore and I'd have to come in and be seen in person and pay. ;(
Eff it.
My window was closing in because you're supposed to take the antiviral 48 hours or sooner once you know it's the flu.
"I'll just suffer through, I'm a big girl"
Well, Tuesday night the 'razor blades' in my throat coughing was endless all night. If only I could get the cough to settle down, then I won't feel like throwing myself off a bridge.
Heck, I don't even know where a bridge is in my town.
Wednesday I crawled into the walk-in clinic and waiting over an hour to be seen.
They did the Flu test and guess what? I got 100%!

The kind Doctor told me that I was too late for the antiviral and to take Mucinex DM and Tylenol.
I really should have been a Doctor.

I asked him if I had got the flu vaccine if I could have avoided this and he shrugged his shoulders and said: maybe, maybe not. You never know. 
The one time I had the vaccine, I was extremely sick with the flu and I vowed to never do it again.

I still feel like hell, but I know I'm gonna live.

In the middle of all this, Callie has been having issues and I had to take her to the Vet (with the flu, but I wasn't officially diagnosed. The coach was out of town and it was up to me)
She's back at the vet again today for testing and I could not be a veterinarian, because I have no idea what is going on with her.
The Vet did ask the Coach when he dropped her off this time if she had got into any 'edibles' in our house. (we don't, but that doesn't stop her from looking like she's had some edibles)
Good lord, if I had those, I probably wouldn't care about having the flu.
Say a good word for our Cow dog if you can.

Also, an unseen (until the day I had the flu) water leak into one of the bedrooms.....I found wet carpet and a moldy (behind the dresser) wall. That's probably good for the ole' respiratory system.
Waiting on the plumber now. I'll keep my distance from him, but I need that fixed asap.

If Suz, her Callie, and her house could just calm the eff down, that would be great.


February 07, 2020

TGIF; skinny arms and big lips.

I came across this old photo the other day; we were probably 18 and 20. I recall it was an outdoor concert in Miami. I wish I could remember what show it was, but we went to a lot of concerts; hence our weak hearing today. *Heh?*

My first thoughts were:
Wow, we were such babies. 
and then
Suz, how in the world did you even pick up a toothbrush with those skinny arms? 


I saw this meme the other day and almost wet my britches. I sent it to the girls and they also found it hilarious.

Every time I read it, I bite my upper lip and realize how hilarious it is.

Speaking of biting lips, I started doing Invisalign treatment about 3 weeks ago on my lower teeth. I'd noticed I was getting food stuck in between two particular teeth in the back of my mouth and it was driving me mad every time I ate. It's tasteless to constantly whip out dental floss in a restaurant.
I suppose if I stopped eating, I could eliminate a few issues, but no.
Turns out another gift of aging is that our teeth continue to move. The Invisalign should straighten out my lower (now crowded front area) and help close the gap at the back.
I thought I would have major mouth pain as I did with braces, but I've had no pain like that at all.
The only issue I've had aside from not being able to chew gum (I'm addicted!) is that when I take out the tray to eat, the little tiny buttons they glue to your teeth to keep the tray in place, well I keep getting my lip caught on those. It's kinda funny really. I just can't imagine how Angelina Jolie would be able to handle it with her lips....but then again, maybe she could just pay someone to wear it for her.
It's not cheap a cheap treatment but think of all the money I'll save on dental floss.

I'm volunteering at Tim Tebow's Night to Shine Prom tonight; it's one of my most favorite nights of the year.
The husband left at 4am this morning along with a gaggle of friends and drove north pulling his big ole smoker; they'll be smoking meat all day long for another one of our favorite charities. 
I believe tomorrow will be a day of recovery and cleanup.

That's all I've got today.
Have a great weekend whether you're biting your lips, cooking for love or dancing your heart out.
Bee sweet!

February 04, 2020

Flowers, obsessions and where in the world is my family?

I'm still being spoiled by flowers being delivered every two weeks from The Bougs; my birthday gift continues to give. (seriously, one of the best gifts ever given by my thoughtful husband, and there has been plenty)
These arrived two weeks ago today. They made me think of cotton candy, which made me think of going to the fair, which made me want a corn dog and a dental cleaning.

This is what is left today and I have another batch of goodness coming via fed ex today. Not bad for two weeks, huh? 

Speaking of flowery stuff. For Christmas, my sweet MIL and I put this together. It was her idea and creativity, she just let me get my fingers in the dirt as well. We were going to hang it in a tree but decided to let it rest on an old plant stand and we set it in my butterfly garden.  The plants are not just potted in/on the top of the basket, they're packed all around the sides. Like my waistline, It will fill in more and more as time goes on.

C'mon in, the doors open. 

It started as one of these coco coir lined baskets.  I love it so much that it's a borderline obsession; I tend to it daily, pulling off dead flowers, making sure it's getting watered evenly and that it pretty much feels good about itself. 

You know how it's nice to have the whole-fam-damily together in one place? Or at least in one county? The Busy Bee family is all sorts of spread out and it feels weird to me. 
Lolo is at school in VA,  (which I'm getting used to now) 
Linds is in New Zealand, (2 more weeks left of her four-week trip) and the 
Coach has fled to the Abaco's Islands in the Bahamas for a quick trip. 
I'm feeling a bit of wanderlust in me too....think I'll head to Target today. Damnit, I'll not be left out. 


January 30, 2020

To quote the poet Notorious B.I.G: "Mo money, mo problems"

The Lunatic started clearing the property next to us a few weeks ago. *sigh*
Luckily, they didn't clear it 100%; hoping to have a buffer aside from the eleventythousand dollars we spent on planting trees to avoid Luna.

The Coach did some research and found the owners and their building plan; we've been praying they build a nice house and kept the yard clean; you know, to keep up the property values and to not make my eyeballs bleed. (it's hit or miss in our non-HOA area)
Well, I thought WE had a HOUSE on sirree bobcat tail, Lunatic has grand plans for her lair.
5600 square feet of anger peace and resentment joy.
You'll never catch me criticizing someone for the size of their home, where they take vacations or what they spend money on, as long as they don't owe me any money, but does that mean they have 37 children who will reside under their roof?
Wait, I love children (of the corn)
The home has four or five bedrooms, a study, a workout room (located in the master bedroom-ehhh), a game room and a detached music room.
Suz to the Coach: 'What? They don't have a pool? Loooossssers!"
*devilish laugh*
Everyone knows that if you live in Florida and have children, it's child abuse to not have a pool.

As I was typing this, Callie the sweetest dog on the planet was whining in my general direction and I said SHUT IT!
She looked hurt and then I apologized.

I don't know why I was irritated at her whining. Sometimes a mom just needs some peace and quiet.
*looks around at empty house except for two sweet dogs*
I'd better go get her some cookies, she's one of my only two friends here most of the time.

God bless her. The Coach and I talk about how 'beat up' Callie appears after working most of her life but is still so darn content. Dogs really are the best.
Sometimes they're better than neighbors.

Anyhoo, it's been a busy week and I don't have anything really special to blog about.
*remembers that this blog is not made for special*

Also, I have no idea what the title has to do with anything other than I was listening to Notorious B.I.G yesterday. Today, it's back to The Carpenters.


January 24, 2020

Things I don't want to see or hear or have people do.

Much like the sun damage from my youth, I need to get some things off my chest.

Prepare yourself for ComplainaPalooza 2020

Airport or restaurant check-ins on Facebook. 
Some peeps JUST post the check-in as their status. 
No one cares. Literally, NO ONE CARES.

I understand posting a pic of yourself with your people at a restaurant, or the airport because you're excited about a trip, that is acceptable. (to me, but this is my blog, so my rules). 

DO not check-in. Not one person cares.

Honestly, I could go on all day about my FB complaints, but it's futile. I just avoid FB when peeps annoy me.  For example, when someone shares 147 pictures from their afternoon at Chic Fil A having lunch with a friend. 

Has anyone heard of sharing just the highlights? 

Phrases that have run their course: 
*Current situation
*The struggle is real
*Said no one ever

One that has bothered me since the day I was born; I think I came out of my Mother's lady 
kitchen being bothered about this one.
When you're on the phone and you are giving someone your phone number or 
credit card number and as you are verbalizing said numbers (if you even pause for a 
second) they say OK, but they say OK WHILE YOU'RE TRYING TO MOVE 
ONTO THE REST OF THE DIGITS and then they don't get the correct digits 
because they are saying OK while you're trying to give them the digits. 

And exclamation points.
I mean, exclamation points!!! 
On texts, emails or notes written on homemade vellum paper delivered via 
messenger pigeons. 
We're swimming in the sea of exclamation points. Are we really that excited? Are we angry? 
Are we cheerleaders? 
And it's not just Millenials; I've corresponded with people in their 70's. 
Why is everyone so darn excited when I thought most of the country was depressed.
Wait, maybe that's just all the RX commercials I see. 

Ads on blogs. 
They slow the page load to the speed of smell. 
I understand you're trying to make a few bucks; generally, a blog with ads is not one that
I'm going to enjoy so as soon as I see ads, I'm out. 

*Drops mic and heads to the laundry pile*

I'm sure you're thinking now, wow, that Suz seems so nice and pleasant, and today she's full 
of crap complaints.
Well, you're right. 
But, once I purge my complaints, it's all good in the hood. 

I'm Susie Sunshine once again, at your service. 

C'mon. YOU know you've got something to get off your chest; purging is good for the soul. 

January 22, 2020

If Florida could stop freaking out, that would be great.

The Coach and I enjoyed the boat this past weekend; we were thrilled that the weather had finally cooled down a bit and it wasn't too horribly hot to be outside for any time. We caught two sunsets; one fabulous and the other kinda covered by clouds, but still, never a waste of time.
It takes us 7 long minutes to travel from our boat dock at the condo till we're in the Gulf of Mexico.
The good sunset.
 The cloudy sunset with some photobombing pelicans.

We took Max and Callie with us once during a day outing; Callie's second time and Max's 1st. He was kinda freaking out and I thought he might jump in; thank goodness he didn't because that would have made for an interesting outing of me screaming for Coach to save him and also captain the boat.
Today we're back at the big house and Florida has been hit with winter. I'm sure it will only last one day though.
My FB feed this morning was of every person posting their car temp numbers; ok, we get it, it's cold and you have a car, calm down.
It was 38*.

We made sure to turn off our irrigation for the morning and I ran (exaggeration-I don't run, I'm more of a saunterer) all around the yard last night collecting my hanging orchids and putting them on the lanai (out of the wind) or in the garage.

It's now only 50* and it looks like I'm gonna have to wear pants today.


January 20, 2020

Using the blog to archive my life~ Our condo

Am I the only one who goes back through their blog, trying to remember something? I used to be very good at recording bigger and important stuff and I'm so happy that I do because the memory is-a-going. A few weeks ago I was trying to find some information about the time we went to Cabo San Lucas a few years ago and I realized, I didn't blog anything about that trip. *insert sad face*

I remembered that I started to share a bit about our little condo back in 2018 just after we'd finished the renovation, but then I never posted about it again. I'm easily distracted. We purchased it to use as a rental, but also utilize it for ourselves when we have time.
I want to document a bit because we're enjoying a long weekend here with our boat and it's going to be rented for two full months in a hot minute. I know I'll miss it so much!

This place was built in 1971 and was in dire need of updating. We gutted it completely, took down walls and only saved the toilets and the wood shutters in the bedrooms. We were attracted to this place because we can keep our boat on the bay, (just steps away from our door), it's across the street from the Gulf of Mexico and you're allowed to have two dogs (no size limit-which in unheard of in Naples) and it's a small non-high rise complex. It's a 2/2 at 1400 square feet; so it's substantially smaller than our home and that might be one of the reasons we love spending time here; less work.

We were going for a beach cottage feel; very simple with light colors. We did shiplap from top to bottom; there is only a bit of drywall in the laundry room. All flat white paint. I did white slipcovers on the furniture and I love them; they clean well when needed. (dogs-red wine!)
The Coach designed the kitchen and bar area; white cabinets, user-friendly marble countertops throughout and he put in a bleached walnut island. *swoon* The bar/wine area is sweet; two of those big drawers are refrigerators; for beer, soda, water, and wine.

The flooring throughout is tile planks. It's not the actual tiles that we'd picked out. The ones we chose were similar but much lighter in distress/color. We didn't realize the wrong tiles were ordered until the install was complete. I lost some sleep over it for a few nights, then I got over it because there's no way in hell we were ripping them out and starting over.

The master bedroom is very serene.

The Guest room; we removed both bedroom closets and used cabinets as wardrobes; major storage.

The bathrooms are simple and bright.

We're so thrilled with the outcome. We've had lots of family and friends use it for getaways and it's nice to share. It's been rented to one couple a few times, but now it's going to officially be rented for two months.
The only downside about condos is the HOA. But on the upside, they're the reason our complex is pristine and in high demand.
Just don't let your dog pee in the wrong area.

January 15, 2020

You can ring my bell anytime.

On our last night in Mexico, they held a beautiful dinner and awards presentation in the Zen area of the resort; jungle-ish as opposed to beach-ish. The Coach and I were so impressed by the event planners' set-up. Yesterday, this had been an open grassy area where we took a picture of the entire group of attendees via drone.
Then on this night, it was a gorgeous setting with a huge tent, lights, fabulously decorated tables; we were both thinking "wedding for Lolo". 

Although, it's more 'over the top' than she wants; we loved the ethereal feel with all the greenery, white stemmed flowers and floating lights and candles everywhere.

Shadow much? 

They had these 'ring bell for champagne' signs in the cocktail area before you entered the dining area. I was all 'ring for what? I don't even like champagne, but I do enjoy an activity'!

HOW flipping clever is that? There were champagne angels behind the wall that handed out glasses after you rang the bell.
I need this, but for wine
and in my family room.
Of course, I'd have to replace the bell too often because of wear and tear.

It was a great end of our long weekend. Until next time Mexico!

January 13, 2020

Casa again, Casa again, Jiggity Jig.

We not only survived our convention/getaway to Riviera Maya, Mexico, but we had a fantastic time. 
Our business was invited to this event which was hosted by Cosentino (Quartz stone tops) for the top 100 dealers in the USA.  It was held at a five-star all-inclusive resort. We've never been to an 'all-inclusive' anything before, aside from a cruise we took as a family about 14 years ago (never again) so we didn't know what to expect. 

Our room was quite awesome, as was the entire resort. There's a little splash pool on the patio next to the perfect chaise lounge-for-a-nap-spot. 

Each night they hosted a dinner/event for the whole group. We ran into these guys; not sure what they really were. Mythical Aztec dragons? 
It was really windy for most of our stay, and Suz's thin, fine hair doesn't do wind well. That was my only complaint really and I had to whip out a clip or bobby pins quite often.
You could pop into any of the wonderful restaurants whenever you felt hungry. (most had dress codes for dinner though; no beachwear, shorts or flip flops at night)

When I think of Mexico, I think of chips & salsa, tacos, and margaritas. While you could find some of those things, the restaurants were quite gourmet; somewhat fancy.
Also, you could ask for room service 24 hours a day.
Want a glass of wine and some snacks at 1:32 am? Just give them a ring and it'll be there within 10 minutes. Ya know, that could be dangerous for me. Well, I was most likely asleep dreaming about mythical dragons at that time, but you know what I mean.

I opted to have breakfast in the room each day because, mornings.

I ordered my regular fare; eggs, a bit of toast, coffee and fresh OJ. It always tastes better while wearing PJ's. 
I was pleasantly surprised to see that they also added some dessert for me. Dessert after breakfast? 

Turns out, that was not the chocolate mousse cup that I suspected it was.
Refried beans in a tortilla.
Well played Mexico, well played. 

*no one got sick; it wasn't even a thought at this resort. (unlike our last trip to Cabo)
* I was not kidnapped; not even an attempt was made.
* I didn't do any shopping because we didn't have an inch to spare in our suitcases. *sigh*

I'll share a bit more from our fantastic trip later.


January 08, 2020

Hasta La Bye Bye

The Coach and I are heading out on a little adventure for the first time this year. I only add the 'adventure' part because you never know what could happen. Life is unpredictable and we're going to a place that we've never been to, but other people have been there, so I'm sure it will be just fine.

It's a challenge for me to actually leave the house for a minute trip because I'm a bit of a slave to this place and its inhabitants. Aside from the dogs, I have many, many cats.

My Monarch cats have just about eaten me out of house milkweed and home milkweed. It's actually a good thing I'm leaving because it'll take some time for my weed to grow back; I said NO to more caterpillars. Sorry, Mother Nature. 

My milkweed production needs to amp it up; my eleventythousand plants are mostly nubs.
Ok, maybe just ONE more little caterpillar?

I took this video a few days ago; I'll never get over how cute these guys are and it takes ALL of my willpower to refrain from hugging them because, well, then they'd be dead.

I become giddy when I see them sharing AND especially when they're being so resourceful by eating the actual stems and not just the leaves.

I gave them each high fives.
Just kidding. They have way too many hands feet for that and I don't have all day; I've got to annoy my husband by overpacking my suitcase because I never know what I might want to wear and because I really loathe all of my clothes.
Ok. I really just loathe the way my clothes are fitting lately....but still, I'd overpack either way.

I can't believe I said Giddy up there. Is it 1952? 

We have a great housesitter {so, don't even think about trying to steal my dogs or Christmas storage!} who not only gets to tend to our sweet pups, but she gets to release butterflies almost daily while we're gone. Plus, I give her actual money too.
I am a giver.
And a complainer.
Shocking information.  

Enjoy the rest of your week; I'm thinking we're going to have a lot of downtime on this trip and I plan on getting in some good reading; books, blogs, minds, as long as we have good wifi.

Will I blog about our trip? Most likely.
That is after we're able to get back into the US of A and crossing my fingers that I've not been kidnapped, held for ransom, then given back again when they realize I have to eat every 2 hours or else I'm hell on wheels.

*Feverishly packing snacks*


January 06, 2020

I can still hear the squeak of the squeegee

It took me over 2 hours to clean the glass in the family room/foyer/sitting area the Saturday after Christmas.
If I cleaned windows for a living, we'd be living in squalor because I didn't even clean the top rectangular ones and I was exhausted AND it felt like it took me forever.
I told you we had 5 dogs here over Christmas, correct? Three of them really don't understand how glass works. Who's wild idea was it to live in a glass house? 

The house was vacuumed Christmas eve morning and exactly 24 hours later, it needed to be vacuumed again. 
And then 24 more hours, vacuumed again. 
Who invented long-haired dogs anyway? Not.this.girl.

I removed Christmas from the front of the living areas and then I started working on the backside with that big ole tree in there.

I've meant to blog a few years ago about my Christmas storage that I'm slightly obsessed with.
I told the girls that when I'm gone, they're to split my jewelry and purses, and when we're both gone, they can split my Christmas storage because it's that valuable. I've been adding pieces each year. {Sounds like wedding china} I think I'm done now as I've added in a tree storage thingy and light storage this year, and I have three ornament boxes and a wrapping container.

Aside from my family, friends, butterflies, bees, and dogs, storage and organization is my favorite thing. Ever.

I hope everyone is off to a good start for 2020. We had a very quiet NYE; the Coach and I had a nice dinner out at our favorite pizza place, then back to the comforts of our home.
Two of my girlfriends from down the street came over to share some wine and conversation with us.
Any night/holiday that is without complicated plans and includes wine is my kind of night.
Nice and easy. Like me. :)

Happy Monday.