it compliments the ship's wheel so nicely.

We had a really nice little Monday evening.

We met up with Chuck's BFF/soul mate, Paul, and his wife Shiann for a very normal couple double date dinner. Paul and Shiann were in town from LA, we don't see them a ton (I mean, I don't see them a ton. Paul and Chuck see each other tons in their dreams.), and it was really nice to just get to be with them.

Like I'm sure other couples do. You go out to dinner. You have a nice time. Maybe afterward you decide to go back home and have some dessert and coffee, and call it a night.

I'm sure that's how this works elsewhere. Sure. Sure.

We got home a scoche before them and we had zero idea about what they were going to walk in with.

Paul and Shi waltzed into our house with....a giant helium filled shark. Totally normal. At first I thought it was just a funny balloon because, I mean, shark balloon, ship's wheel, I think it goes together. Ha ha. Super funny.

Isn't Shiann a delicate beauty?

Nope. The giant shark balloon was just one layer to this onion of an evening.


Said balloon is motorized. Uh huh.
See the box?
It clearly shows that this is a remote control shark that "swims" around your house. Paul calls are living room The Aquarium so this purchase made complete sense.

It was not the easiest thing, however, to assemble.
Well, it would've been easy, if Shiann (who watched the video tutorial multiple times AND read the directions AND had seen this assembled before) had been the only one putting the shark together. Add in Bango and Bongo, who appeared to be purposefully not listening to her and - well, I was loving shark assembly as a spectator sport.




Despite Chuck and Paul's best efforts, and their degrees in Flight Technology (which, though not directly related to shark assembly, feels like it should give them a leg up on everything), the shark was ready.


Step two was weighting it perfectly by stuffing puddy into a little hole near the motor. The shark needed to just "be" - to exist without moving up or down. It's kind of how I feel in my marriage. Stuck. Without movement. Trapped.

And then, it was ready.
It "flies" by the tail moving back and forth via a remote control giving it the illusion of swimming. Chuck would like to add an addendum here that it doesn't look like it's swimming, it IS swimming. Ok. Well, now that that's over, back to Susie only narrative.

Some flying pics:



Happier than our wedding day.
 A flying video for full effect. Yes, that's my nasal voice yelling telling the other three to not talk lest they say something inappropriate and render my video unblogable.



video


It was 'round this time, that we realized two things:
1. The motor that made the shark's move up and down (separate from the tail), didn't work. 2. The shark was counterfeit and can't be returned or fixed because it was illegally made. Whoops.

Whatevs. It still swims and I love that Shiann bought an after market fake one on accident. Makes it such a better gift.


The boys did their best to fix the motor.


I did my best to cheer them on. But really I was disgusted at the level of dissecting that was happening and how tiny the screw drivers they were using were. Seemed super unnatural. Their efforts were for naught - after they hooked up a tiny volt meter to the iddy bitty circuit board they realized the circuit board was getting power, thus proving it was the motor that was bad and beyond repair. Ripley's believe it or not - everything in that last sentence is completely, swear on a Bible on the second floor of Nordstroms true.

So, that's the flying/swimming/shark. It's pretty rad. I highly recommend buying one. And yeah. I would say a very successful Monday double date.


this was a simpler time when the snow was "cute" and "fun"

If my last post wasn't clear enough, it's been a week.

BUT, let's not complain. I have power. I'm not cold. And I have a beautiful cat baby to lay on the couch with. Win. Except that he is going to be suuuuper devastated when I go back to work on Monday. And by he, I mean Me. What? Some of us have grown accustomed to no alarm wake ups, warm non-sandwich lunches, going to the bathroom at times other than recess, and also Law and Order marathons. Stay at home Susie is fabulous.

Anyways, last weekend seems like a lifetime ago.
That was a point in time when snow was fun and exciting and welcomed.
Now. Well, it's the guest at the party that won't leave even as you start the dishwasher, pull out the vacuum, and put on your pajamas. Yikes. No one likes that person and no one likes the snow anymore.

Back to my point.
Back when the snow was fun, we had Lucy that day. She had a sleepover, woke up, saw the snow and we were dressed in under five minutes. We only got a dusting that morning, and looking back I think that's all I needed, and we had a great morning.

Two reasons to post these pics five days later: 1. A little try to get rid of my Bitter Snow Betsy. It was fun, it was beautiful, and hey - there won't be a drought this summer. Of course, I'll never see the summer because I'll be in school the whole time, but oh well, who's counting. And 2. Shelley has been trapped in Seattle the whole week sans Lucy (not because she can't drive in the snow, but because she's had business meetings). Anyways, I figured she could use a Lu pick-me-up and this is my blog, my platform, my agenda. Also she's my sister. Own it.

So here we go. Lucy seeing it snow and making a snow man. For me, this was our first snow date. It was everything I hoped it could be and more, except she didn't bring me flowers. I forgive her.





Getting Bubba with a snow ball. He never saw it coming.








The snow should be gone tomorrow.
The snow should be gone tomorrow.
The snow should be gone tomorrow.

I'm trying the Dorothy approach and saying it three times to make it come true.

all work and no play makes susie a dull girl.

All work and no play makes Susie a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Susie a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Susie a dull girl.
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All work and no play makes Susie a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Susie a dull girl.












the chunky cheese birthday.

So, Lucy turned three yesterday.
More importantly, she now shares her birthday with Beyonce's baby, so she has that going in her life. Maybe Lucy will change her name to Yellow as a tribute to Blue (if you don't understand that sentence then you are obviously behind in your Perez Hilton-ing. No hard feelings if you want to leave my blog for his. Important things are going on in the world.)

AnyHOO.
Lucy decided to do her birthday dinner at Chuck E Cheese. She alternates in her mispronunciation of that saint of a mouse between Chunky Cheese and Sucky Cheese, both of which I wholly support.

And obviously, by Lucy decided, I mean she won a $75 gift card to Chuck E Cheese for winning that costume contest at Shelley's work (for being a bomb.com Hulk Hogan) back in October so yeah. She had two options for her birthday dinner: Chunky Cheese or Sucky Cheese.

Free dinners are the best dinners. She will learn this.

Things with the birthday, however, were a little touch and go the past few months. Lucy had learned the amazing childhood strategy of showing your feelings for a person by offering or reneging on an invitation to a birthday party. I, for example, had been invited and de-invited to her party about 20 times before the big day.

"Lu, you need to eat your dinner."
"Sister, you can't come to my birthday party."

She was pretty ruthless. For quite a while, Chuck wasn't invited until he "grew up and became a big girl". I think her ultimatum made an impression on him (see the photos in prior posts of Chuck in women's clothing for evidence).

Lucky for us, by the day of her party, she was throwing around invitations like a college freshman spends with a credit card. Shelley and I would've come IRregardless of a formal invitation because we were not about to lose out on Chunky Cheese time.

Shelley and I were big Chuck E Cheesers when we were little, and then even bigger fans when they opened one about 5 miles from Fe's house when we were in high school and I could drive a car. Those were some good weekends. Even just a few years ago, we met at Chuck E Cheese for a good ol' fashion "ticket off" (obviously that's where you have a set number of tokens and whoever comes back with the most tickets wins, duh).

What was great about Lucy's birthday was how instantly Shelley and I reverted back to 10 year olds, and Fe, well, she stayed in the Mom at Chuck E Cheese role that she had always done beautifully: sitting and waiting for us and arbitrating arguments over tickets, tokens, and whose soda is whose.

"Mom, where's Shelley?"
"She took some tokens and went that way."

"Susan, give me a token, I'm out."

"Move. It's my turn to play that game."

"Let's go back to Mom and get more tokens."

"I'm not sharing my tickets with her. I did all the work."

Lu had a great time but mostly she wanted to play in the play-area which is free and actually doesn't cost any tokens. Fine fine. More for Shelley and Me. Chuck E Cheese is the place where a Susie and Shelley can be a kid and a Lucy can play for free.

So that was it. Birthday dinner at Sucky Cheese with the family. Shelley and I are planning a real party for Lucy (it's so weird how she has real friends and actual little people she wants to invite), but not until February because that kid has a terrible birthday date: in order to have a party on her birthday we need to send out invites like on Christmas day. Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Lucy's birthday in pictures.
Fe would like to take a quick poll: Based on size, which one is the Pinata?


We (I) got Lu a camera for her birthday. Seeing life from her point of view is going to be amazing.


First sighting of Chuck (not the Bubba kind, the other mouse kind). She talked such a big game about how they are BFFs until he walked in the room.  Then, she had a heart attack and not the good Susie seeing Rob Pattinson kind.


PK was practically holding a clinic for Pop-a-Shot.

Chuck compared holding the Guitar Hero guitar to licking a subway seat.

Second sighting of Chuck. At least she was able to keep her food down.



The ride is supposed to involve sitting in the car and then a picture of you and your passenger is taken. Lucy decided to take a more Whitesnake approach to this game and sat on the hood.


At home opening gifts: this face says it all - she is officially too old to get underpants for her birthday AND be excited about it. End of an era.


Everyone is now super excited that they have both of us taking pictures of them.



Posing with her "kill". Note the weapon.

she's a three year old.






 Happy Birthday, Lucy!
Three in the blink of an eye.
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