so I was like…you know

I am having a difficult time at work. Every inch of my body wants to quit, but I’m too scared. I don’t know what to do.
Sue

It has been a while since my last AND VERY obscure post. Not much has happened I suppose, except that the kids are growing every second of every day. Last week we went to Stinson Beach and stayed in an amazing house up the hill a ways. We had originally wanted a house on the […]

Our cat, Queen Amadala, (affectionately known to us as Padme) died last night in my arms. I held her tight and put my head next to her’s while I whispered in her ear, “We love you, Padme. We love you, my sweet,” as she passed in the night. I held her lifeless body for a […]

Here are a few pictures of the summer so far. (No, I haven’t gotten around to formatting my video from Vox Sacramento. I’ll work on it this weekend! Promise!)
This is a picture Summer made for the school art show. We like to call it “Summer Picaso”. If you look closely, you can see more than […]

I’m sure those of you who read my previous post instantly thought, “Sue, home is where the heart is!” If you had told me this, however, I would have poo pooed you, but after unpacking mom and dad Dalrymple and arranging their new home, I realize that this is true. Yes, I will miss […]

I was born in a commune out ot the “Jesus Movement” in D.C.. From there I moved from houses, to apartments, to “brothers’ houses”, to cars, to campgrounds, etc.. I made my last city move after flunking out of my freshman year at the University of Colorado. It was the summer of ‘92. I hung […]

Graeme was a Tiger Cub and just advanced to Wolf Cub. You go Graeme!!
Graeme’s the second from the left. He has hat pulled down low. So cute!!

These pictures are blurry, I know, but think of them as artsy!
Playing Guitar!

ROCK ON!

LA LA LA LA LA

you’re the one who has to clean up the maget infested, dead rat! Come home Heath, PLEASE!

The Mice Will Play!
Heath is at the conference. He left three days ago, and the house has quickly turned from somewhat orderly and organized to complete chaos. I asked my incredibly intelligent daughter, “What would dad think if he saw the house like this?” While resting a bottle of Calistoga on her little tummy she […]