Author: Susie (Page 8 of 48)

The first major snow storm of 2025 has hit the Midwest. It is, actually, the first major snow storm since 2022. Last winter, we just didn’t have much – at least around here.
So I’ve celebrated by doing what folks do when they are (a) housebound for a couple of days and (b) old. I injured myself, learned new things on the television, and watched people slip on the ice.
These days – primarily because I am, as previously mentioned, old – I tend to injure myself via extreme sports. This would be things like walking, standing up from a chair, or bending over to retrieve something from the floor. All these activities can be dangerous!
To make my point, I broke my second toe by walking into the kitchen. Some additional senior moments aided in this catastrophe, because I had placed a footstool (a hard, wooden footstool) by the kitchen table and forgot to return it to its’ normal place. So, striding purposefully into the darkened kitchen one night, I rammed my foot, specifically my second toe, into said footstool.
It hurt like crazy! It also immediately swelled up, bruised, and throbbed. Being a holiday, I briefly considered going to urgent care. Seriously, what would they do but give me ibuprofen and buddy tape it? I could do that myself, and did.
I spent the next few days not walking much and babying my foot. Fortunately, this is not my first broken foot bone escapade. I had both a big boot and a driving boot from previous ridiculous moments. These helped when I finally had to leave the relative safety of my house.
Why do I think my house is safer than outside? Of the four breaks in my foot I’ve had, only one has occurred outside, so maybe my house is the problem. The culprits of these toe breaks have been the aforementioned footstool, a table leg, and a book. All resulted in minor injuries that required – you guessed it – ibuprofen and buddy taping. Outside was a real dilly, though. I fell off a bike into a stone step, breaking two toes and a bone on the top of my foot. That required the boots, so I guess I’m glad it happened.
Being housebound meant I spent more time than usual watching television. I actually watched the news – very depressing – to hear about the great snow storm that was heading our way. That’s when I learned new information. The first new thing I learned was from an incredibly savvy reporter who could only find one story to report – how road crews were feeling about the roads.
I learned that road crews expect that snow and ice will make roads slippery, dangerous, and needing a lot of plowing and salting. I learned they expected to work long hours, and then do it all again the next day. I also learned they felt good about clearing the roads when they were all done.
It was a groundbreaking story, for sure.
I watched in fascination at the places that were closed several days. I learned about places that I didn’t know existed, but they must exist because they were closing. For example, did you know there was a Cincinnati Curling Club? I didn’t! Some of the places that were closed for the week just had initials – like GCK and FMOA. No idea what they are or who goes to them, but it was fun to try to figure it out.
It also passed the time while my ibuprofen was losing steam. It just occurred to me that all four of my toe/foot breaks have been in my right foot. Strange. 2025 is starting out strangely.

It’s Christmas Eve eve, and also our 40th anniversary, so I am feeling quite reflective about life, love, and the holidays.
Let me start with the obvious – I’ve been married 40 years. It seems longer when he says it, but for me, they flew by. Seriously flew by. In my head, we’re still newlyweds. And of course, that’s not limited to marriage. In my head, I’m still thirty. I can still squat on the floor and stand up without crawling to a chair and using it as a lever. I can still sit in a recliner for hours without falling asleep, even if the show on television is boring. I can still bend over a jigsaw puzzle all evening and stand up straight without pain in my back.
It seems a natural thing then that I would think I’m still thirty in my marriage, as well. At least mentally and emotionally, I am. Those 40 years filled us with adventures and misadventures, dreams come true and nightmares (especially as regards remodeling), and children. They filled us with joy, happiness, unexpected challenges and growth. We are blessed that we grew together and not apart. I pray we get a few dozen or two more years to grow and love.
Life. Wow, the one thing you can’t prepare for is getting older. Life has so many stages, and some of the best ones come when you least expect it. I knew parenthood would be a new life stage. I assumed retirement would be something new and wonderful. But I didn’t realize that small stages would happen and change us. I never expected to be a college instructor, let alone be able to co-teach with my husband, and it was an amazing stage. I never thought I’d be a literacy coach for 8-year-olds, but that was the most fun I ever had at work!
I never believed I’d ever own a horse, but we did. That’s not true. She owned us. We’ve had so many pets, each a part of our family in different ways, and each left prints on our hearts. Racer, the beautiful and very stubbornly stupid Labrador, was raised with our son. Princess, the afore-mentioned horse, was with us only three years, and touched me in ways I never could imagine. Forest, our beloved black Lab, was truly our best friend. I still miss him. Various cats – Cleo, Katie, Effie, Tom, and Limestone – made their ways into our homes and left a legacy of love and cuddles. Well, not Tom. He didn’t cuddle. In fact, he was major pain in the neck – but I sobbed like a child when he left.
Life gives us family, friends, and fur-babies, each and all of which help us navigate the stages and seasons of life. Now that I’m officially “old” (NEVER!), I can honestly say I love the holiday season even more than ever. That’s saying something, because I start counting down to Christmas around…December 27th.
The holiday season is a time when people are a little friendlier. A little nicer. A little more generous. I hope we can keep those sentiments alive and well throughout the year. We need it now, more than ever.
In my last blog post of 2024, I wish each of you a healthy and happy 2025. Regardless of what life – or love – throws your way, I hope you have family, friends, and pets who will help see you through and/or help you celebrate. Remember to celebrate every small blessing. They are really the big events.

It’s that time of year! Time to get just the slightest bit panicky about those last “difficult” people on your list – and what in the world to get them! Usually, my Christmas shopping is done and ready to go before Halloween. But there are always just those two or three people that I can’t figure out what to give.
As for me, I’m easy. A jigsaw puzzle, a book, or a candle and I’m a happy camper. Throw in a soup mix or some new cookie mix and I’m all sugarplummy. But then there’s my sister-in-law. She has everything. She needs nothing. And worst of all – she wants nothing. By the way, same can be said for my husband, who tops my “what in the world can I get him?” list every year. So, I began to look for the most unique, most useful, most interesting gift ideas. And, saints be praised, I found a few. Just enough to get those folks on my “OH NO” list moved to the “it’s all good” list.
During my search, I found some gift ideas that were beyond unique. They were so unusual (and often so NOT useful), that they bordered on ludicrous. Some of them crossed that border and moved into “what in the world are they thinking” land.
In case you have a person or two for whom gift ideas are really stumping you, I will share a few of my more bizarre finds. Perhaps one might appeal to you! I have thoughtfully only included items that are less than ten dollars.
For stockings that are hard to fill, I found possum flavored candy canes. A 3.8 ounce box is only $6.99. Now, as for me, I don’t eat roadkill and have never tasted possum, so I can’t vouch for the authenticity of the flavoring. But if nothing else, it would be something of which the recipient is unlikely to get a duplicate. You have to go to a special website for this, but I doubt shipping is much.
At Target, you can purchase a screaming goat. The advertisement says “it’s back” (you mean they’ve sold this before??!!). It’s a 3-inch goat figurine, decked out in an ugly holiday sweater, Santa hat, and jingle bell collar. When you press the mound base, it’s “signature” goat scream plays. All this joy for only $6.48.
For the young ones in your life who seemingly have everything, stay at Target and get them a 12-inch peanut butter and jelly stuffed “animal.” Why, you ask? No idea. It looks as awful as it sounds, and it’s $8.99.
For kids of all ages, you can shop at Temu (never heard of this site before and I am not necessarily recommending it) and get something called Mini Screaming Pickles. I tried to look up what they did, as it seemed a bargain for only $4.28, but the site is quite difficult to navigate. Only buy this if you are very brave. And very desperate.
Finally, on Etsy, I discovered the true holiday delight – Capypooper Toothpaste Topper. For the low price of $8.95, you can put a capybara topper on your toothpaste and the toothpaste will be squeezed onto your brush from the capybara’s….poopy place. Yep. It actually looks worse than it sounds, if that’s possible.
If you are desperate enough to try any of these ideas, I’m glad to be of help. And remember, books, puzzles, or candles for me.

There’s a grocery store in our area that has a Starbucks inside it. They used to give us little cup holders to put on the side of our cart, but I guess people left them out, threw them away, or took them home, because they don’t anymore. So if you get a drink while you’re shopping you either have to (a) carry it and try to push the cart with one hand or (b) try to balance the cup of steaming liquid (or icy liquid) in your cart somewhere. I can’t speak for others, but this is an accident waiting to happen for me. Meanwhile, across town is another grocery store that has not one, but TWO, cup holders BUILT IN to their carts – both small and large carts! It would be great, but there’s no coffee shop in the store.

Speaking of large and small carts, I don’t understand why people can’t put carts back in the cart corrals correctly. Even at the store that post huge signs (SMALL CARTS HERE! LARGE CARTS HERE!), there is a mish-mash of carts that some poor schmuck has to pull out, one at a time, to get organized to return to the store. I guess any old way into the corral is better than leaving the cart in the parking lot to roll around, scraping other cars in the wind, or taking up an entire parking spot.

Here’s another thing I don’t get: why do bun-makers package hot dog bun in packages of 8? Every hot dog maker in the world packages the actual dogs in sets of 10 (sometimes in convenient 5-packs tied together, so you could freeze one pack). If I want these things to come out evenly, I have to purchase 80 of each and I rarely have that many people over for franks.

There are, apparently, a few different definitions of the word “Yield” on street signs. In our town, I believe when you see “yield to pedestrians” or “pedestrians have the right of way,” it means when you see a pedestrian in the crosswalk, or approaching the crosswalk, you should slow and stop. Some people seem to think that when you see people in or approaching, it means continue at your current rate of speed until the last minute, and then screech to a halt (thereby inducing heart palpitations on those folks walking). Some think it means speed up and get through the crosswalk before the person gets to the center (sort of like a MarioKart game). A few others seem to think “yield” means “go as fast as you possibly can without looking in either direction because you’re the most important.”

Sports analysts make me crazy, too. These folks are paid a lot of money to explain what a given team must do to win the game: the winning plays, the strategies, the tricks and tips. They spend hours a week doing this! For me, I’ve always thought it was pretty straight-forward. The team that wins is the one who scored the most points. Has it ever happened that the team with the best coach, best strategy, best plays, and best tricks won a game in which they didn’t outscore the opponent? Didn’t think so.

These same experts drive me just a tad nuts when they mix sports’ metaphors and catchphrases. The other day, I heard one proclaim “and it’s in the paint!” He was referring to a touchdown in football, but just listening I would have though he meant a basketball lay-up. Later, his cohort said, “that’s a grand slam,” referring to a pick-six. Again, describing football with a (not appropriate) baseball term.

The older I get, the less I understand, it seems.