I’m a Boomer

Posted on April 4, 2026 by suziecreamcheese

I should be grading but I’m really good at procrasting that particular task. I’ve been reading Threads and X and “news” articles and seeing a lot of stuff about GenX and how feral they were and how they grew up and how terrible Boomers are.

Dear GenX,Y, Z, Millenial, whatever. I’m sick of your bullshit. Here’s a news flash. You might have been the last to do some things, but you weren’t the first.

Also, we invented the internet and all this electronic shit that you assume we can’t manage to figure out. We can, we just enjoy watchig you act all superior while you tell us how to do it. Kinda like when your kid explains something that you’ve known for a long time, but they just discovered.

Nope, not gonna sell my house because you think I don’t need all this space. Bear and I have worked hard for this place, go pee up a rope if you think we owe it to you. Inheritance? Don’t count on it.

Oh and we had it so much easier? We lived through the assassination of a president, his brother, and a leader of the black community. (John and Bobby Kennedy, and Martin Luther King, in case you have no grasp of history at all) I was in 6th grade when John Kennedy was killed. My memories of Lyndon Johnson smiling on that plane and of little JohnJohn saluting the casket of his dad will never fade.

We lived through Viet Nam. How many of you have had to pray your number didn’t come in the draft lottery, that you wouldn’t be sent to a country you’d never heard of before to fight a war that made no sense? We protested, and yes, we burned shit down. But we called it what it was, none of this “mostly peaceful” shit. And when we hated the President, we voted – at the polls, none of this mail in shite – and got somebody elected. We didn’t wear pussy hats and dye our hair blue. And that reminds me, abortion was never meant to be birth control and if you give it up to a guy for nothing, that’s how he’s gonna think of you -as nothing.

We fought our asses off to keep people from being labeled. We wanted to be equal, as in “everyone gets the same opportunity to fuck up,” not, “you get a greater opportunity to fuck up because you’re ……………… pick a label.”

We were held accountable for bad behavior, “anxiety” as the cause of something would have gotten you a smack upside the head and a “now you have a reason to worry.” Act out in public? You’ll get your ass hauled out of public and dealt with in private – if you’re lucky.

Did we fuck up? Sure, just like every generation before and after. News flash, the year you’re born doesn’t make you special. (Unless you’re Jesus) (And also news flash, you’re not)

The cause of my annoyance this morning was reading someone’s post bemoaning that her dad was in the ER getting stitches for a cut he’d somehow managed to get and no one told her. Why, why, why are Boomers like that? she bemoaned. Well, maybe because we were brought up by parents like my mom, who said, and I quote “Do you want sympathy? Look it up in the dictionary, it’s between shit and syphillis” I had no idea what syphillis was but I knew it was after sympathy in the dictionary, and also, that I wasn’t gonna get a whole lot of “poor babies” when I had a minor injury. (Or a major one, I lasted three days with abdominal pain before suggesting we go to the doctor, who recommended the ER, where the next day I was diagnosed with a ruptured appendix) (Momma didn’t raise weak women)

Also, about the third time we tell you that we’re having any kind of health issues, you start looking at assisted living because you don’t want to have to deal with us, and you’re eyeballing that big house you think you deserve to inherit. News flash 3, that big house will have to be sold for us to afford any decent assisted living and you can’t afford it, and newsflash 4, you aren’t going to inherit it no matter what. We also just plain don’t want you all up in our business.

And also? Get off my lawn.

and use the damned template I created for you to do your homework instead of some raggedy ass thing that makes no sense to anyone but you and your anxieties.

*damn I’m cranky today!

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Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

Posted on March 18, 2026 by suziecreamcheese

On Monday we had all four seasons in one day. It was pretty nuts, actually. We had rain, sunshine, a temperature of 65 degrees that then went to 31, and to top it off, we had snow. (Not much, just a coating, but seriously?)

It’s still nuts here. My nephew has been staying with us because his wife (hopefully soon to be ex) is seriously batshit crazy. I love a good soap opera. I do not, however, wish to star in one. I’m about to Reva Shayne myself right off the bridge, as my niece said. (We’re going together, she doesn’t want to be in the soap opera anymore either.) I can’t say more about this because it’s still ongoing, but trust me, it’s absurd and juicy. (Soon, Grasshoppers!)

Also, the Bear is still dealing with health issues. More on that later as well. I don’t feel comfortable discussing details yet, but prayers are appreciated. And the amazing thing is this – prayers are being answered on a daily basis here. Seriously, it’s like we ask, and two days later, our prayers are answered. And not just for us, but for friends who are undergoing some things as well.

I was given a bunch of fabric printed with all the Marvel cartoon characters. By a bunch, I mean like 10 one yard pieces. What to do, what to do? Welp, my bonus grandson is a huge Spiderman fan, and knows all the other characters, so – a quilt top has been sewn for him. This did not use all the fabric so, a great great nephew, who happens to be the same age as the bonus grandson, and also loves the Marvel characters, is going to be the recipient of a quilt as well. (My mother would slap me, these are not hand quilted and according to her, they are merely blankets. I tend to agree, but I no longer have the desire to do much hand quilting, I’d rather something be done so I can move on to the next project.)

Not much else is going on here. (Thank goodness!) I’m currently watching Season 4 of The Lincoln Lawyer, I love that series. (Netflix) Currently reading The Secret Scripture, which is a beautifully written and incredibly slow novel and I hate to admit that I’m skimming the last 75 pages because i’m just done with it. Next up will be something either really deep or really mindless. I’m never sure which road I’ll take when choosing my next book. 🙂 It will either be Huck Finn, since I’ve been wanting to reread that since I read James, or Witness by Whittaker Chambers. We shall see.

Also reading Numbers mixed with a bit of Proverbs. My niece talked me into a Filament Bible (it didn’t take much convincing) and I’m enjoying the extras that come with the app. Check it out, pretty cool.

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The stomach rebels

Posted on March 15, 2026 by suziecreamcheese

Having slept for 2 hours one night, the body decided to make up for it the next day. The stomach has decided that food is not a necessary part of life. Coffee, however, is. This may be my shortest post ever, but I felt that all should share in my misery.

And with that said, I shall munch on my dry toast and then go back to bed. Yet again.

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I’m not even gonna try

Posted on March 7, 2026 by suziecreamcheese

To catch up

It’s been a roller coaster of crazy since September, most of the drama I can’t yet share, but when I can, trust me, it’s juicy.

I’m praying daily for boredom. About 2 weeks of absolutely no drama would be wonderful

On a lighter note – I have been invited to join a Bible study group. I am a touch nervous, I hope there isn’t a test before they let me in. What, you say? Yes, this crazy lady reads the Bible every day, including Leviticus and Numbers, which totally blew my BFF away because according to her, no one reads Leviticus. Ahem. At any rate, one can have certain God given abilities and still be Christian, just in case you doubted.

Never doubt me, okay? 🙂

And that’s all I’ve really got cuz the rest of the drama is not over yet! Stay tuned!

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The puppy

Posted on February 9, 2026 by suziecreamcheese
The puppy
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Saturday, Sunday, football, cold, blah

Posted on February 9, 2026 by suziecreamcheese

Yesterday was a very strange day. It felt like there was a black cloud over everything, nothing was right, everything was sad, I had a total meltdown because Bear is having some health issues and I just lost my shit – I’m normally the cockeyed optimist but this day was just wrong from start to finish.

I ordered a prayer journal from Amazon. It was meant to be delivered yesterday. I got a message saying it had been delayed, right after I got a notice saying it was 10 stops away. Umm, well? It continued to show that it was delayed and would be delivered today, until it showed up at my back door and suddenly became “delivered.” We were checking every few minutes and laughing – so in spite of it being a cluster, thanks for lightening the mood, Amazon. (I’m not sure why they have that overnight delivery thing, it hardly ever happens)

My nephew, the recipient of my meltdown yesterday, is staying with us for a bit. (He’s an adult, so we actually have conversations and I don’t have to tell him to eat his vegetables) He’s a huge football fan, and his team – the Patriots – is playing in the Super Bowl. Consequently there are Super Bowl snacks in my kitchen, something that has never happened before. Okay, it’s only chips and dip, and cheese and crackers, and deviled eggs, but still. He’s really funny to watch during a football game, he is so into it, we just laugh. Bear is a football fan, I am not but this is just silly. Also, we will not be watching the Half Time show, I’m not into people who hate America. We’ll be watching the Turning Point show on YouTube.

So I have to have a meeting with the ass dean next week because apparently a student complained about something (Ass = assistant, by the way, but “ass” is more apt) I got an email on Tuesday evening telling me to meet with him on Wednesday morning. Umm, I don’t think so. One of the wonderful things about colleges is that they will demand you attend a meeting because of student complaints but refuse to tell you what those complaints actually are. I refused to attend, stating that I needed to know what this was about. After my third request for information was denied, I contacted my union rep. I was then told by the ass dean that “you don’t need a union rep.” Sweetheart, I’ve been around a long time, if you say I don’t need a union rep, I need a union rep So it’s been fun trying to co-ordinate schedules but it appears it may happen this week. Good, I might get a chance to vent my frustration with the way the curriculum has been gutted. Or, I might not have a job. Either way, I’m fine with it.

JoAnn fabrics used to sell a brand of yarn called Juicy Couture. I bought some once when it was on sale and made a crocheted puppy. It was stupid expensive, I got it on sale. Well, JoAnn is no longer with us, but Ollie’s apparently bought up their inventory. (If you don’t have an Ollie’s, I’m sorry. Their tag line is “good stuff cheap” and they live up to it!) Well. The nephew wanted to go look for some stuff, and you can always find stuff at Ollie’s, so I went along. And lo and behold! They have that yarn!!!!!!!1111 Well. I had no choice. (Okay I did but whatever) I got some to make another puppy And I’ve spent today talking myself out of going back for more. Nope, not doing it. But tomorrow is another day.

We’re in the midst of a deep freeze. Anyone who likes this weather needs their meds adjusted. This is nuts.

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Here we go again

Posted on January 21, 2026 by suziecreamcheese

Did you ever feel like you’re shouting into the abyss?

(All the time is the correct answer, by the way)

If you’ve known me for more than an minute, you know that I hate snow. Part of the reason I hate it so much is that I have a very crazy driveway and it’s left a few scars on my psyche over the past 20 years. I have no idea why Bear thought it would be a good idea to make it an S curve with a hill going down and then back up. *You hit the curve at the bottom of the first hill and have to slow down, then you can’t get up enough speed to get up the second hill, and into the garage at the top of the curve.

Most normal cars can’t make it. Bear has slid off while trying to plow the driveway. I’ve slid off just coming home from teaching. The Mercedes, known as the “fuck you, snow” car, is normally the only car that will beat that driveway, but it’s had a few moments too.

So when there’s a forecast of inches, I start to feel anxious. We’ve been stranded here a few times. People have a Hallmark movie picture of being snowed in and let me tell you, it’s not reality. That roaring fire? You better have enough wood cut and hauled in to keep it going. That cozy scene of watching the snow drift down? That’s all great till the dog wants to go out and you need to shovel a path for him to poop. Those snow covered sidewalks are just deciding which ankle to break.

And if something should happen? A medical emergency? Good luck getting emergency vehicles up here.

95% of the time, or so it seems, the forecasts are entirely wrong. A week or more out, they’re talking about the storm of the century. I’m not sure how many of those we’ve had but it feels like every one is going to be that. The Facebook weenies go nuts, and the amateur pages start with huge totals in red, bold lettering, screaming that we all need to be prepared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And then, in small print, they say, “well this might not actually happen.” And “we don’t want to panic anyone.” Really? Cuz you just did!

And all that shit I could deal with if it weren’t for the people who need to comment about how we “”need a good snowstorm!” Sorry, no we don’t. Or, my favorite, “BRING IT!” and if you dare say, “well, I actually don’t like snow,” you get, “THEN MOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Trust me, I would love to winter in Florida.

Today I got yelled at on Threads because I said that people need to calm down. We’re meant to get a storm on Sunday. Today is Wednesday. I went for gas last night because the tank was down to 1/4 full. There were lines at every pump. When I got out of the car, I commented to the next person over that I wasn’t expecting it to be so busy. I was rather rudely informed that snow was coming! I said, “It’s Tuesday. The snow is Sunday. That’s 5 days from now.” THe guy looked at me and after a moment said, “Oh, yes it is”

So – it appears that no one actually thinks, they just react to what they’re told. When did we get so sheeplike? I guess I should remember the early days of Covid, and then I wouldn’t be surprised.

Anyway. I really wish we could go back to the days of 5 minutes of weather, of being told the day before a storm when they actually had a clue how much snow we’d get, and when people didn’t panic about a single snowflake.

Meanwhile, I’m ignoring all the media hype and doing my “go out to sea” chant.

*and if you happen to be a snow lover, the amount that I care is not measurable. Peddle your “bring it” somewhere else.

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Five

Posted on January 3, 2026 by suziecreamcheese

You know that pain chart that hangs in the doctor’s office?

I think most people live between 0 and 1.

I live at 5. There are days when 3 stops by, and then there are days when 8 decides it would be fun to spend the day on the sofa. I’ve had a lot of those 8’s lately, hence the lack of blog posts. I try to make the most of the days when it’s a 4 or 5 so that doesn’t leave much time for being on the computer.

I had an MRI a few weeks ago that showed :


1. Chronic complex tears of the bilateral acetabular labra and suboptimally evaluated bilateral femoroacetabular joint osteoarthrosis as described. 2. High-grade partial-thickness tear of the left gluteus minimus insertion, as well as low-grade partial-thickness tearing of the bilateral conjoined hamstring tendon origins.

And that’s just the left side. (It’s actually the worst, but the right side is a mess too)

What the hell? It appears I ripped a butt muscle. Leave it to moi. I have an appointment with orthopedics in a couple of weeks to discuss what we can do about this situation. I have a TENS machine that I use religiously, and i’m just doing what I can, with a great deal of help from the Bear. Between us, we are almost a healthy person!

There is also some major drama going on with my family. Bear and Maverick and I are fine, this is another family member. Someone is finding out what happens when you poke this dragon. When I can, I will tell the story.

Meanwhile, being on the disabled list has allowed me to catch up on some knitting. I’m making a red, white and blue Wallaby – fun with counting stripes when the pattern suddenly decides that the middle of a row is the beginning. *There’s a valid reason for that. I’m counting rows in one place and decreases in another! It’s only a child’s size 4, so it’s not a major amount of stitches, but it’s enough to make my brain work a tad.

I’m about to finish Charlie Kirk’s first book, and then I need something light so I believe it will be How to Read a Book – that was the last book for my book club and we didn’t get to it because of the faculty strike. (And that was almost pointless, sigh)

And……….if I have to have surgery……………I’m going for the most blinged out cane ever created!

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2 inches of snow and we’re all gonna die

Posted on December 1, 2025 by suziecreamcheese

It’s Sunday. We may or may not get a couple of inches of snow on Tuesday. We may or may not get rain instead. It’s a bit too early to tell, honestly.

In recent years, it’s become a sort of game, it seems, on social media, to one up each other with the fearcasters. If one puts out a weather map 4 days before a storm, then the next time around, someone else will put one out 5 days. Each one will announce that “it’s really too early to be certain, but we just want you to BE PREPARED!”

Two inches of snow is barely enough to register under my tires. I hate snow, but when I make myself think about realistically, I know that it’s really not a big deal. If you have bald tires and zero driving skills, then worry. Othewise, slow down and get your foot off the brake and you’ll be fine. Oh, and back off from the car in front of you.

Meanwhile, Bear is debating if he should put the plow on the truck or not. I’m staying away from that decision. This shit is meant to turn to rain so why bother plowing? Actually, what is the point of snow anyway?

Seriously – there’s this lovely Hallmark, romance novel idea out there of a snowy day where everyone wraps in a quilt (hand quilted, of course) in front of a roaring fire (and somehow doesn’t sweat to death) with a cup of hot chocolate (again not sweating to death) and a good book, while the snow falls gently and softly to cover the gound in a pristine white blanket, and everything is clean and wonderful and please excuse me while I vomit. The reality? Deciding if you should put the plow on the truck because 5 years ago, you slid off the driveway and were stuck in your house for 3 days till a neighbor managed to get you plowed out. Deciding if you should go to work and praying your way all the way there, then watching the snow pile up outside while you wonder if the roads will be plowed when you’re ready to go home. Having your kids home – oh, I love this! “My kids want to make a snowman!” Your kids want to play on the computer all afternoon, they do not want to go out in the cold, get wet, get snotty noses and chapped lips, all so you can live out some memory that probably never really happened.

Do I hate snow? Well, yes, as a matter of fact I do. Do I hate the hype surrounding a single flake? Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I do! When did we get to the point where every little snowflake becomes major news that requires hourly updates? Give me strength. Better yet, give me booze

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Politics, election and what I learned, part two

Posted on November 28, 2025 by suziecreamcheese

So, things were quiet over the summer. After the primary debacle, I contacted a friend who is pretty politically savvy and asked for his help. He agreed that the PAC had no clue what they were doing, and agreed to help me out. He shall be known as The Voice. (for reasons)

The Voice knows people. He has been involved with local politics and more for years. He had to swallow hard to help out someone running on the Democrat side (not as hard as I did!) but we managed. He advised me to start a website, a Facebook page, a Twitter account, etc. I did all that. Not sure how much good it did, but it was something more than what was being done previously. I also ordered some adorable business cards from Zazzle, who ended up giving them to me after the first order got messed up. Yay, Zazzle.

I published all those social media sites in September (I’ve since taken them down) and then met with the group. I handed out some business cards to friends and neighbors but most of them are still sitting in the boxes. Maybe they’ll get used in a couple of years, we shall see. At this meeting, yard signs were discussed and lots of bitching about how much money the other guys had because they had gotten backing from some of the higher ups in the Republican party and were going with a PAC that has a lot of money. There were signs all over for the other guys, and I had a feeling it wasn’t gonna go well for us. But we kept hearing that “write ins never win” and “we have this person on our side, or that person.”

Yeah, well, so much for that. Meanwhile, my husband was under intense scrutiny at work. He was suddenly being called into disciplinary meetings, only to be told that “well, it’s okay, you’re doing great.” Really?

And then I spoke up against the facilities manager. This guy, known as Cue Ball, wanted a new truck. He informed the board that it was desperately needed because the weather gods had told him we were going to get 1000 feet of snow. (I made that part up. He did tell them that it was absolutely necessary for plowing) The Farmer suggested that the school outsource plowing, that it wouldn’t cost nearly as much as a brand new Ford 350. (Which, by the way, does not mean 350 dollars)

Cue Ball was quite vociferous in his denial of ever having outsourced plowing. I sent a text to the Farmer, during the meeting, that indeed we had and I had first hand knowledge of it. I sent him details, and he spoke out. It got ugly, fast. Not to the point of blows, but it revealed Cue Ball’s real personality. Remember, this guy was my husband’s boss.

The truck was purchased, and the Bear was suddenly incapable of doing anything right. His work was criticized – he was called into meetings and then told that everything was fine. He was called into a meeting because of something he did, explained why he did it, walked out with no disciplinary action. Things escalated. The day after the primary, he was called into a hearing. I can’t say much about it because we’re still pondering things, but he was given a choice of retiring or fighting and since he had surgery coming up, he decided to retire. But that’s not the end of that story – yet.

So nothing was done. I wanted to talk about finances, why so much money was being spent on new trucks that we don’t need while the roofs are still leaking. I wanted to talk about waste, why so much stuff is thrown out instead of being donated or sold or returned. Nope, I was told to focus on education. Well. That would have been fine but no one was actually talking about anything. Except for the other guys, who were all over the place.

I actually talked to one of them at a board meeting. Seems like a nice guy, we have a good bit in common So there’s hope

On election day I was a poll watcher for a few hours. Now, remember, I was running as a “cough” Democrat. So the opposition, the “real” conservatives, were across from us and I was at a booth with a couple of other people who were handing out information. One was a young girl, probably in her early 30’s, late 20’s. Almost immediately, she announced to me that she used to be a Republican but couldn’t tolerate some of the things “they do.” I laughed, and said, “I used to be a Democrat but I couldn’t handle the intolerance of the party of tolerance.” She was immediately on the defensive, “what did SHE do that was so intolerant?” Annoyed, I said, ‘Y’all celebrated Charlie Kirk’s assassination, we’re not the same.” She threw up her hands and said, “Don’t talk to me about him!” I said, “whoa, did you ever watch anything beyond a clip of him speaking?” I was actually saying the last part while she was shouting at me, hands in the air, “NO NO!” I said “okay.” And went back to talking to other people.

About 10 minutes later, she came back. She wanted to show me where she got her news. At this point, you’ve talked over me, yelled at me, and you think I want to continue to interact with you? I said, ‘I have nothing to say to you. You talked over me and refused to let me finish a sentence.” She insisted, she was just trying to educate me. Wrong thing to say to someone who is twice your age (at least) and has 3 degrees. I said, “i’m not here for this, and I”m not continuing this” and walked away.

And then she informed that the guy across the way who was wearing a t-shirt with a confederate flag on it was causing her extreme anxiety. It made her afraid for her child. (Her child wasn’t there.) She’s lost so many rights! I said, “let me tell you about fighting for rights.” She was not about to hear anything. I turned to my friend and said, “I have to go.”

I’m still shaking my head.

At any rate, that mess is over. I will continue to go to board meetings and speak out, and I actually had a very friendly conversation with the two “real” conservatives at the last meeting. In the meantime, my nephew is staying here with us for as long as he wants and I’m sure there will be more – and more fun – stories to share.

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