I've been contemplating a post about Susi for a while. But there is such a range of things to write about that I would get hung up in one area. I could write an entire novel on all the funny things she's done, but that doesn't quite tell the tale. So I guess I'll just try to make a bit of a cross section of her through the years.
I still remember like yesterday dancing with her for the first time 15 years ago. Then after I danced with her twice in a row (both slow songs baby... oh yeah), I spent the rest of the night trying to chase her down in vain. I was quite convinced that she was trying to run away from me.
I had only known this girl for about a week when she started trying to win my heart via my stomach. To this day, she doesn't have an equal when it comes to cooking.
I'll never quite forget the time we went to the park in Rexburg to read scriptures. It was supposed to be a transcending moment where we bonded spiritually. Not quite wanting to cooperate, Susi uncerimoniously (accidentally of course) blew a monster booger right onto 2 Nephi. She was mortified, but I just flicked it off and laughed for a bit.
She proved very adept at holding up gumballs with her nose, very cool.
There are more funny stories about Susi than I could shake stick at, but they'll have to wait till later.
If there were no Susi:
Who would pack my bags for me when I traveled? (I know, I'm pathetic huh)
Who would put their icy cold feet on me before we go to sleep?
Who would shake there head at every one of my attempts at humor?
Who would constantly complain that I drive like a maniac? (Early years)
Who would constantly complain that I drive like an old man? (More recentl) Funny how time changes things.
Who would be the cleaning Nazi who hunts down every speck of dust with vim and vigor?
Susi get's into what I like to call "the zone" when she'd cleanging. The zone is a very unhappy place. The zone is a place that we like to help Susi get out of as soon a possible. The zone can cause serious emotional and physical damage if overexposure has occured. Just look at me, I'm a prime example. But seriously, I LOVE how wonderful of a housekeeper she is.
Who would be so worried about how they looked for me that they made sure to put on make up every day before I got home?
She has an uncanny sense of smell. Last night, we stayed at a hotel in Bellevue. It was supposed to be a non-smoking room and it smelled like an ash tray. I was able to block it out for the most part, but she was up most the night gagging because of the nasty smell.
All my friends in college loved her. We had a whole list of rules to live by. One of the rules was that Susi had to bring goodies if she wanted to come over. The other was that they all had to get permission from me if they wanted to squish her. She was called the Woogie in college, thanks Mark. So the rule was that you couldn't squish the woogie. The all loved her.
Heck, who doesn't? I am seriously the weak link in this partnership.
I'll add pictures later.
