Archive for February 11th, 2006

SPF, a day late!

I haven’t played SPF in a while, and I really wanted to this week, but realworld life was quite demanding. Among other things, the Junior Girl Scouts spent the night here last night, earning their “Looking Your Best” badge — you’ll hear more about this on the next Biscuit Friday. Anyhow, I wanted to play, but I couldn’t yesterday, so I am today. Thanks Kami and Princess Kristine, for keeping SPF alive and fun.

What I love most about my house:


No contest, it’s the fireplace. We always wanted a stone fireplace, and when we walked into this house and saw the huge one, it was all over. It is raised hearth, floor to cathedral ceiling, and we use it quite a lot. It is good for all the things fireplaces are good for — warmth, romance, even extra seating (see the pillows on the hearth?) when we have lots of company like last night. Oh, and see the striped bucket of flowers in the lower left corner? THAT is what Gumby is standing in front of in my profile pic. People have asked about that, believe it or not.

OK, you gotta give me props for the photograph, too. I wanted to try to show perspective, to show how large it is. So I lay down on the floor, flat on my back, to shoot up. That should work, right? But I took two pix and something was terribly wrong.

“Jif, something is wrong with my camera. There’s these weird lumps in the foreground of the picture.”


“Yea, I was lying down like this, with the camera right here, shooting there, and there’s these two blurry lumps. Two times. It’s gotta be the camera.”

He looks at how I’m showing him I took the pic. And he grins. “The lumps, are they gray?”

“Yea! Do you know what’s wrong?”

“Are they gray like your T-shirt?”

I look down. “Well, yea!” pause “Oooooh.” (If you’re slow like I am, just read it again, you’ll get it.) Then I was, literally, ROFL. Then I shifted to my side and took another pic 🙂

kitchen corner

Before I show the thing I hate most about my house, I wanted to show you another thing I love. Above is my kitchen. I love the wallpaper. It makes me feel good. Jif and I did it ourselves. As you can see, it’s RED. When we moved into this house, everything in it was either lavender, pink or baby blue. We are slowly changing these things. SLOWLY. So, I love the kitchen, now, except that also in the kitchen is

the thing I love least about my house:


I mean, the thing I hate most. The freakin’ pink countertops. Uglier than homemade sin. It actually looks better in this pic than it does in real life. Because I blove you all, and didn’t want to frighten you, I just put a small pic of it here. Brrrrr. We do have the ability to replace the countertops, now; it’s just a matter of going out and finding what we want. I’ll show you an “after,” soon, I hope.

Next, what I love most about myself


I am bottom-heavy, have multiple personalities, and look really good in red. No, that’s not true. Well, actually, it IS mostly true, but that’s not what this is about. I have some of these nesting dolls at home and at work, because I love them. Because they are how I see myself, and how I see all of you, too. Inside 40something Susie is also 35-year-old Susie, and 27-year-old Susie, 19, 14, 9, baby Susie. We don’t leave our earlier selves behind. They’re still inside. And they still come out, from time to time, depending upon our situation, depending upon with whom we’re interacting. At work, I am almost always 40something. My age on this blog fluctuates considerably, sometimes even within a post — like this one. I may comment on one of your blogs as a 40something, and on the next one as 22. You with me? What I love about myself, where this is concerned, is that I have made sense of myself very thoroughly by seeing myself this way. It works for me.

Now, because one of my ages is apparently quite egotistical, I also picked something else I love most about myself. This is what I REALLY love most.

My sense of humor. My favorite thing (person) to laugh at is myself. If I’m laughing at myself, I never have to worry that I’ll take it wrong and leave me, or talk behind my back, or any of that mess. I always take it well. For a photo of my sense of humor, I’m showing you a page from a calendar I got for Christmas. When I looked through it on Christmas morning, this page made me literally LOL. When I flipped the page the other day, for February, I L’edOL again:


It says,

“If I did not wear torn pants, orthopedic shoes, frantic, disheveled hair, that is to say, if I did not tone down my beauty, people would go mad. Married men would run amuck.”

I really cannot be responsible for wreaking such havoc, so . . . I tone it down. 🙂


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