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5,479 Days, But Who’s Counting?

February 23rd, 2010 by Suzanne | 6 Comments | Filed in random

>A little over 15 years ago, I rang Husband at his dorm room. I told him that I had something that I wanted to ask him. Before I got to my question, we spoke for two hours.* Then I said that I hoped to see a film over the weekend, and was wondering if he would like to join me. He said yes.

So, on Feb. 23, 1995, I met Husband in the lobby of his dorm and we walked to the East Village Cinemas to see “Pulp Fiction.” I wore a pair of rainbow striped stockings, a turquoise skirt, and a black tunic-y thing with orange embroidery at the neck and sleeves. And blue Doc Martens. I was nervous that Husband didn’t know that I meant to ask him out on a date, but when he paid for the tickets, I thought he knew.

After the movie, we went to a cafe and drank the worst hot chocolate I’ve ever had foisted upon me. It was like the staff dropped a Hals into it and let it dissolve. We laughed about how nasty it was. When we left, I forgot my ear muffs. Husband asked if I wanted to go back and look for them, but I said, “No, they are diarrhea brown. I’ll just get a new pair.” He thought this was hilarious.

He walked me back to my dorm, and we stood in a light drizzle for another two hours, talking. When we finally parted around 4 am, he hugged me good night. I’ve been on cloud nine ever since.

*And how my roommates, who were trying to sleep in our one room dorm cell, did not punch me in the face (as I deserved) is beyond me. I sat right next to one of my roommate’s beds as I obliviously chatted away.

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What’s the Frequency Kenneth?

February 22nd, 2010 by Suzanne | 8 Comments | Filed in random

Last Wednesday, I took a closer look at the nail on my big left toe. It had been a bit yellowed for a few weeks, but I thought nothing of it. I hate feet. They are gross even under the best of circumstances, so my toes aren’t exactly shining pedicured beauties and the slight discoloration didn’t really register.

It turned out that my nail was sort of in the process of falling off. “Hmmm,” I though. “I should probably do something about this.” I considered ripping it off myself, but wasn’t sure how much blood that would entail and how I might, without a toe nail, eventually stop it. So I put a bandage over it and called a podiatrist the next day. They gave me a Friday morning appointment.

The doctor looked at my toe and asked me when I traumatized it. “Huh?” I said. He said that I must have stubbed it at some point, causing the break, which was then allowed a fungus to get in. I wracked my brain. Maurice, the hamster who runs on the wheel that powers my brain, amped up. We came up blank. I’d think that something that would cause my toe nail to crack open would be something I might remember, but I guess not. The story of my life these days…

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On a side note, changes are coming to CUSS! I have an awesome person helping me deal with the technical issues that Blogger threw at me a few weeks ago (I can’t use their publishing service after March 26 for a variety of reasons), and she’s going to be moving CUSS to a WordPress format. CUSS readers (all two or so of you, who I love dearly) will still find the blog at the same URL, cussandotherrants.com, and I think the feeds won’t be affected. It’ll just be a shiny new look (eventually) and a different way to leave comments.

Anyway, given all the blogs out there and the limited amount of time people have in which to read them, I just want to thank you for reading CUSS. It means a lot to me.

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If You Want to Look Good, Check This Out

January 28th, 2010 by Suzanne | 6 Comments | Filed in hilarity, random

>Although I cannot be bothered to wash my face on a daily basis,* I am excited to link to my friend’s blog, Ask An Esthetician. She is a licensed esthetician who is giving out excellent (free!) advice on beauty, particularly skin care. I know that most women are not slovenly shlubs like me who wander around with uncombed (albeit usually clean) hair, un-moisturized skin, and legs and armpits that make them look like Chewbacca’s midget sister, so I thought I’d do a public service promote her blog.

*Despite this gross habit, my skin is pretty clear. I am not sure why this is since in my pre-teens I was a horrid pizza face on the way to scars that would make Norriega look like a beauty queen. My mom insisted that I go to a dermatologist even though I protested, and the antibiotics he prescribed made a huge difference. (Thanks, Mom!)

After years of happy skin, I was covered with cyst-like zits in my early 20s. Another dermatologist gave me drugs, which did not work well, and he said I should consider Acutane as an option. No fucking way was I going on Acutane. In addition to requiring me to take birth control pills (which I was on anyway) and submit to regular pregnancy testing because it is so dangerous to fetal development, and cause hair and skin to fall out in chunks, it could cause people with depressive tendencies to commit suicide. I told him I’d rather be zitty than dead and fleshless.

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30 Rock

January 4th, 2010 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in I love New York

>Tomorrow I will be interviewed about my book by AnneLise Sorensen for her weekly travel segment on NBC. I owe this exciting opportunity to Julie Ross Godar, who is friends with AnneLise and suggested that she contact me.

Barring any last minutes changes in studio availability, I’m meeting AnneLise during my lunch hour at – drum roll, trumpet blast, gong bang, whatever other large noise – 30 Rockefeller Center! Yes, 30 Rock! Man, oh man, I am so excited.

At the same time, I am scared shitless. Not to be interviewed – I’m psyched about that – but to appear on HDTV. AnneLise suggested that I will be fine if I wear “just a little more make up than usual.” Ha ha ha ha! Oh, if only she knew. That means I will look like a zombie with a little lip gloss* and mascara. Sigh.

*That, however, is not like dressing up a pig in lipstick.

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There’s Goes That

December 24th, 2009 by Suzanne | 3 Comments | Filed in Asshole idiots, random

>I decided in October to grow my hair a little longer. The guy who cuts my hair said that he’d cut it so it would grow back in stages. I loved it. I actually decided to keep it medium short, and went in for a trim this morning.

“Hey, I just want a little trim,” I told my stylist.

“Sure,” he said. Then he went outside to check out the traffic situation because there was a lot of honking. A few minutes later, he ran out to move his car before it got a ticket.

With all that disruption, he seemed to forget what I wanted because I am sitting here at my keyboard 90 minutes later with really short hair, depressed and wanting a paper bag to put over my head because not only is it shorter than I wanted, but it also is not that great. There are worse things in the world, but it’s really frustrating to think that I’m right back to where I was two months ago, except worse because he didn’t even cut it in a way that will grow back nicely.

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Swish

December 21st, 2009 by Suzanne | 2 Comments | Filed in Damn, random

>If I were a cat wearing corduroy pants, no one would need to tie a bell around my neck to warn the little animals that I was coming. The swishing sound that my pants make when my thighs rub together as I walk would alert them to my presence. Meow.

No matter what I weighed or looked like, “chub rub” (a term I learned from my friend Alex Elliot) has always bothered me. I can’t wear skirts without putting something (tights, shorts, whatever) between my bare flesh, otherwise my legs are red and burning within a few hours. Warm up pants are even noisier than corduroys. SWISH!

Now that I’ve got that out in the open, I’m off to pluck out my chin hairs. Such is life.

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On the First Night of Hanukkah Someone Threw Up on My Face

December 12th, 2009 by Suzanne | 3 Comments | Filed in Damn, hilarity, Jewishness


Actually, it only looks like a cat threw up a yarn hairball on my face. In reality, Husband found this crochet sleeping mask on etsy. He said it made him laugh so hard that it was worth the few bucks.

He also gave me an awesome Snoopy watch that was advertised on eBay as “for girls.” What it meant was “for giants.” It was even too big on him. I love it, though. I’ll just buy a new band. Fortunately, he assured me that it was very cheap.

The sweater I am wearing in the picture was a Hanukkah gift from him many years ago. When he first gave it to me I hated wearing turtle necks. However, it soon became my favorite sweater. It’s shrunk a bit, and I am fearful that it may not make it through this season.

Incidentally, I gave Husband a Kindle last night. At least I didn’t sell my hair to buy him a watch fob only to discover that he sold his watch to buy me fancy combs. Love is all you need.

Happy Hanukkah!

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>Survey on Grooming Habits

September 11th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in hilarity

>I found the following message in my in-box:

Schlesinger Associates is currently looking for females to participate in a paid online discussion on the topic of Razors from September 23-27. For this study we’ll ship you a Creative Vado Pocket Video Camera (yours to keep upon completion) to record and post your responses to a secure website. It’ll only take you 20-30 minutes each day for a total of about 90 minutes of your time, all from the comfort of your home! At the completion of the study, you’ll receive $65 in compensation, in addition to the video camera.

Normally, I wouldn’t bother responding to a focus group that pays less than $100, but the free video camera made up for the low pay. OK, that’s a lie. I really, really, really, really wanted to talk about shaving. Honestly, I couldn’t wait to fill the market researchers’ ears with my insane rants about the tyranny of the blade. Plus the opportunity to film myself shaving struck me as hilarious. I might have done a focus group like this for free.

I took the qualification online survey. The last question was, “How often do you shave your legs?” Options were (I’m paraphrasing here, except for options a, d, and e):

a) six or more times per week
b) something less than six but more than once
c) once a week
d) once a month
e) less than once a month
f) I never shave my legs

I debated how to answer. If I average my shaving over the course of a year, it probably comes to about once a month, so that’s what I chose. I sort of wanted to pick a, though. The next screen said sorry, but I did not qualify. What a lost opportunity!

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>When Then is Better Than Now

September 1st, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in mortification

>When I first posted the link to the WSJ article, the photos had yet to be posted. I may have been an enormous nerd in 4th grade, but now I am a woman who needs a better hairstyle and more sleep. Damn. And my friend Sara checked my make-up and everything before I met the photog. (“You look sort of like Rachel Maddow,” my other Sara friend said, trying to be positive. Dude, Rachel Maddow may be awesome, but I do not want to look like her.)

The good news is that the new story links to the 1986 original. Yep, those were the days.

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>Helmet Head

August 30th, 2009 by Suzanne | No Comments | Filed in Uncategorized

>During the monsoon that drenched the east coast on Saturday, Husband and I joined Alex Elliot and her family at the Higgins Armory Museum in Worcester. My expectations were low, but it turned out to be pretty awesome. Husband photographed me in this stylish helmet:

If only I could wear it when the Wall Street Journal photographer comes to take my picture tomorrow. Better that type of helmet head than the kind that my hair is likely to whip itself into tomorrow.

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