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Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Help me out here.....

Saturday I was at Costco when I saw a version of this....

IN COSTCO!!!

Is it just me or is it wrong for little old ladies to be pushing their little doggies around in little doggie strollers so close to the cheesecake? Also, dog strollers? Really? 

Thursday, April 19, 2012

The Book of Jonas


The Book of Jonas  by Stephen Dau is the story of Younis/Jonas and Christoper. Jonas is given the choice to go live in the United States after his family is killed when their village, in an unnamed Middle Eastern country, is attacked by American forces. Christopher is an American soldier involved in the attack, who helps Jonas in the days immediately following.  

With my current state of mind over the state of the world being what it is, I put off reading it for as long as I possibly could but I had agreed to write a review so I finally jumped in on Sunday. I really liked it. And I didn't even cry, so maybe I'm bouncing back, eh?

War is never a simple one or two sided thing, it's effects far reaching and long lasting. I think the author has done a great job showing that this is true no matter which side you're on. 

The story follows Jonas as he tries to make a life in America as part of a new family and then when he goes to college. There are flashbacks to his life before the attack and to pages from Christopher's diary. Christopher is listed as missing in action by the military, and although Jonas credits him with saving his life, he's hesitant to share his memories of what really happened during the time they spent together. When he meets Christopher's mother, who has been waiting and hoping for news of her son for years, Jonas starts to crack. 

One of the final entries from Christopher's journal reads~
 "I am here by choice. I am ready to accept the consequences of my actions. As I look back, I can plainly see that every choice I have ever made, every action, big or small, was like a single brick in the road leading me here. I will accept responsibility."

I've often thought that about my own life, that one thing done differently could have changed the entire direction of things. 

I feel like I'm babbling on and on. I liked this book. You should read it. There.



~This is a paid review for Blogher Book Club, but the opinions are my own.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

If you think I am above continuing to talk about running shoes and toenails you have sorely misjudged me.

Remember last year when I found the bestest sandals EVER? Of course you do. What else do you have to do besides remember the drama that is "Sue Buys Shoes & TALKS ABOUT IT ENDLESSLY"? 

Well, the other day I was wearing my sandals. (Would someone please let my granny know that I have not worn them since Labor Day and even though I live in the desert and could justify wearing them sooner, I DID NOT, I waited until after Easter? I know she'll be relieved) I was just going along, minding my own business when......
 HALF OF MY TOENAIL BROKE OFF!! 
 The first thing I did was curse Running. I mean, I'm trying to be a good sport and keep at it and not write hate mail to the office of "Running,Eventually You're Gonna Love It", but now, down half a toenail....grrr. Those guys are lucky I'm depressed and unmotivated. (I can't even keep up with the laundry, so you can imagine how my correspondence is suffering.)

Anyway, the bottom line is, after waiting all these months to for sandal season to finally arrive I'm going to have to wait a few more weeks because I'm way too vain to go around with my feet looking like that. It's a sad situation.

However, I did finally get some running shoes that fit and feel good so I'm not giving up on running yet.
~Brooks Ghost, size 9~

(Though I don't think anyone who loves to wear sandals would blame me if I did, so don't get cocky Running. The ice is thin if you know what I'm sayin'.)

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Ok. Enough of the sap

This made me cry (of course!), but in a good way. Check it out.

Via kottke

Tuesday, April 10, 2012


I’m sitting here crying over…..huh, well, nothing.  I just started crying. Nothing happened. I’m at home alone. I didn’t yell at my kids this morning and they didn’t yell at me, which, on a regular day would be a good excuse to celebrate with donuts, but instead I’m crying.  I just can’t seem to stop being sad these days.

Two weeks ago I wrote this~

“I'm not a fan of getting sad over things I can’t change. When given a choice I always vote against it. But every once in a while I hear a sad story and the world gets in my head and I spend a few days crying over milk I didn’t spill.
Once heard about this person who would lie awake at night worrying about the fruit in the forest that wasn’t getting picked and used. She was overcome with the feeling that it was going to waste and it was wrong to waste when so many people in the world were hungry. Finally someone told her that that it was ok. The forest animals eat some of it and what they don’t eat becomes fertilizer, compost, so the forest can continue to grow. 
I woke up last night thinking about people…..children..I’ve never met, and a few that I have, and worried. What will happen if someone doesn’t help these kids? I understand choices and consequences, and I know that bad things happen for no reason. But when adults do things and kids don’t have a choice they grow up to be adults that do things that take away the choices of other people. And on and on and on.
And how long must we suffer because we make bad choices because of the person we turned into while we were children and other people were making our choices for us? How many times should we have to pay for the mistakes of our fathers?
Why would anyone think it’s ok to kill babies?
I’m sorry. I’m so sad today. It’s so common-and normal-to get caught up in the day to day and not have time to dwell on things we can’t change anyway, but unlike the fruit rotting in the forest I can’t think of a tidy answer for any of the things weighing on my heart today.”

That was 2 weeks ago and I’m still sad. I just can't shake it.

I’ve also been extra cranky lately, everything irritates me. When I’m not crying over the slightest thing. (Out of bread? Wah.  The wind is blowing? Sob. Low on shampoo? END. OF. THE. WORLD.) I’m hating everything in sight. I'm like The Incredible Hulk's raging little sister.

Last week it occurred to me that maybe I’m menopausal. And that was a RELIEF. This is what it’s come to. I would rather be going through “the change” than losing my mind.

Which pretty much proves that I’m losing my mind.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Productivity is overrated.

The end of college basketball season has left me with a gaping hole in my life.Gaping, I say. I didn't realize how much time I was spending trash talking and texting my friends and family about scores and coaching techniques and whatnot. Quite a bit apparently. Some people might take this new found chunk of time and do something constructive, like learn a foreign language or organize their sock drawer, however, it pretty much goes without saying that I am not, and never will be "some people". 

In fact, now that I don't have to respond to all those texts that say things like~ "I'm gonna be PISSED if UNC loses." or "What the crap? UNC just lost??!!"  I've discovered plenty of new and exciting ways to waste hours of my life. 

Like Lego Photo. It's an app that turns your pictures into Lego designs. Imagine the possibilities.
Then there was this little mystery that took HOURS to resolve. Last week a big bag of extra long fake fingernails was delivered to my door. Which would have been awesome if I had ordered extra long fingernails, but after much soul searching I determined that there must have been a mistake because no matter how hard I tried I could not recall placing an order for any fingernails at all, much less extra long ones. Luckily when Sherlock Holmes my husband got home he was able to get to the bottom of things by reading the shipping label that I had overlooked when I hastily ripped into the package. Turns out our mailman just delivered them to the wrong address. Can't win them all I guess.
Then I had the thought that maybe I would celebrate Kentucky's victory with something more substantial and classy than my usual yearly t-shirt purchase. I decided china might be a good investment. Nothing says "class" quite like dinner plates emblazoned with the UK logo. Yes?
Or maybe a silver chip and dip? What do you think, over the top?
I'm a little embarrassed to tell you how much time I've spent searching for University of Kentucky tableware on the internet, so I won't. Mostly because I didn't keep track. But it was a lot. 

The saddest part of this post is that I really do have TONS of things that I need to do, but yet, here I sit, looking up hairdos I'm too fraidy pants to get and cameras I'm too poor to buy. 

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

That's what I get for trying to be helpful.

Monday was Art Masterpiece.

Art Masterpiece is when a parent volunteer takes a print from a famous artist into their child's classroom, tells the class a little bit about it and, Wah La! Art lovers are born. It's quite magical, as you can imagine.

Usually. But on Monday I wasn't prepared. (which, by the way, is what my tombstone is going to say,
"She would have been ready if you could have just given her 10 more minutes.") Through a series of unfortunate events I ended up having only 15 minutes to prepare my presentation, which as you know is not nearly enough for a woman with such gushy armpits as mine. 

This is my 4th year presenting Art Masterpiece at the elementary school. In years past I've really loved it. The artists facinate me (especially the crazy ones. Who would have ever imagined I would find crazy people interesting?), I've learned a lot about art, and it's fun going into the classrooms and talking to the kids. Even though I'm a nervous wreck every single time it's been a good experience. Until this year. This year there's a boy in my daughter's class who is at best a smarty pants, at worst a pretentious 6th grade art snob. I've never seen anything like it. The first time I went in he told us all about his friend whose grandparents own a Modigliani. He seemed a little smug but I figured I might be smug too if my friend had a Modigliani casually hanging in the den. So I let it go. But it was the same the next time, "Once I stayed at this resort and there was a Dali hanging in our suite." and "You've heard of Dale Chihuli, right? Well the chandelier was one of his sculptures." AND ON AND ON. This kid. I swear. 

So, Monday, I'm standing up there telling them about this painting~

....and I say, "How old do you think this woman is?"  One kid shouts out, "42". Then I tell them I'm 42 (42, 43, what's the difference?), and the boy sitting next to smarty pants says "Well in that case, she's probably about 22." Then smarty pants says "It's a painting, she could be the same age as you, but the artist could have painted her without wrinkles."

That's when I decided exposing children to culture is overrated and as soon as I stopped crying I stuck my tongue out at the boy who ruined culture for the entire 6th grade and ran out of the room. Kids nowadays. Sheesh.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Told ya!


ps~Lori, who allegedly knows nothing about basketball, is the winner of our bracket group. I'm going to go throw some confetti on her head later today.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Finally!

Tonight is the night.  Kentucky will beat play Kansas this evening in the championship game. Are you as excited as I am? The anticipation is killing me, I could hardly sleep last night. I have no idea how I will make it through the day.

Here's where things stand going into tonight's game~

1. loriannehuffaker 1
2. edgertonlunt 1
3. jrt8970 1
4. cody.huffaker 1
5. Wayne.Thomas1164 1
6. sth0mas09 1
7. JessicaLunt
8. SueLunt 1
9. Chocolatey chocolate 1
10. Sylvan 1
11. Carpenter 1
12. Eli 1
13. thenatan
14. toddthomas123 1

Moving on.


Draw Something, are  you playing? We cannot stop around here. The whole family is hooked. My user name is suelunt2 if you want to play and your artistic standards are low.


I've found the podcast section on itunes. It's like all of my wildest dreams are coming true. There are tons, it's overwhelming. It seems that EVERYONE has a podcast about something. I'm thinking of recording a couple of my own. It's no secret that I can talk for hours about nothing. I could be very popular on itunes don't you think? My new favorite, right after This American Life, is Stuff You Missed in History Class. I've already listened to 3 episodes this morning.


Finally, I feel like after all the whining I've done about my running shoe/toe dilemma I owe you an update.  It's actually a longish story but it's not thrilling enough to subject you to the whole thing (because you know, I wouldn't want to give you anything less than the usual thrill. If a story doesn't meet the "Why am I always out of towels?" test I try to spare you). Basically, I went to the running store, they fitted me and made some crazy custom insoles, I used my vacation fund and bought the whole shebang. I wore the shoes last week with and without the insoles and was not comfortable AT ALL. My toes were fine (guess what? I did need a bigger shoe. So much for shoe size vanity. {What's that all about anyway?}) but my feet hurt and one of my legs started to ache so I took them back and now I'm pretty much back where I started except that now I know that the shoes I have are too small. Ugh. It is such hard work being me.

 
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