Hey everybody! It’s another Use Me and Abuse Me Day.
Is this your first UMAMD? You are welcome to leave ONE LINK or URL from one of your blog posts, photos, video, anything really, in my comment section. (Paste two and you’ll end up in my spam filter. It’s always so embarrassing for me and my guest.)
That’s when the party starts. Say hello to others who stop by. Check out the new faces in my comment section. Click on a few links and tell them, “Susie sent me!” They should click back to your place. Now you know the drill! These parties always last for days and easily a full week, so you can keep stopping back.
DJ KSmash is in the house and spinning. Help yourself to the bar. If you prefer, the barista will make any coffee drink you can imagine. I’ve flown in delicacies from the finest restaurants in New York City.
I hope you have fun meeting my friends!
Now click on the video and dance with me!
It’s 2014! We all want to start the year on the right foot. Yes? Well, let’s do it. Are you ready to dance? I am!
DJ K-Smash is spinning and the crowd is ready to rage.
Yep. Another Use Me and Abuse Me Day starts tomorrow, Jan. 2nd, at 6:30 in the morning and will roll through the weekend! Bring ONE link to your favorite blog post from 2013. Leave your url in my comment section and then click on a couple. They will click back to your place! Tell them Susie sent you. This is all about YOU making a connection.
Maybe you’ll hit it off and they’ll subscribe to your blog!
2013 taught me that community is everything. Bloggers are real people who care. I have made some of the most wonderful friends through this blogging thing. My wish for 2014 is you meet some of my friends too!
Happy New Year! See you tomorrow. Bring your dancing shoes…
One year ago, I tried to shake off a strange trepidation, an ominous foreboding that unlucky number 2013 would be trouble. It appeared with many personalities just like any other year. On most days, it wore taupey beige, occasionally donning colorful ups and dappled gray downs. These clever disguises fooled me, but every so often it revealed a glint, a glimmer of brass knuckles clenched in its fists under the hem of its cloak. It lurked in shadows. I shuddered.
After flaunting a kaleidoscope of prismatic luminosity on my birthday in April, the bully bared its metal mitts. It punched my gut and flattened me. I never saw it coming. I caught my breath then stood. Nostrils flared, I stared hard into its cold dead eyes, (there were three of them). It laughed and receded into the shadows. Continue reading
A virginal experience can be frightening and take you out of your comfort zone, but it can also help you in ways you could never have imagined. This is exactly why I attended my first writer’s conference. I compiled a list of tips just for you!
Be on time.
The morning of the conference started with master’s classes and critiques which writers had signed up for weeks and months in advance. I registered the week before, but decided to sit in on a critique session. No biggie right?
When I finally made it through traffic, I was 30 minutes late. Volunteers chatted at a table set up in the entry of the hotel. I was told, “You’re late.”
“Yep. I know, but can I still audit a critique class?”
“I guess that’s alright.”
“Where do I go?” I looked around the vast atrium.
She pointed behind her. “Up the stairs.”
Think before you speak.
“Is there a particular critique group I should look for? I write paranormal thriller and wouldn’t want to end up in a non-fiction group.”
“Ma’am, we are the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers. There are NO non-fiction critique groups.
My cheeks scorched while I continued to show my vast intellect. “Oh yeah. Duh.” Continue reading
It’s time once again to Use Me and Abuse Me, so lets get this party started. Yeah baby! The idea is to introduce yourself, chat up the guests, and pick up some new followers.
Be a star and rock out in the comment section. Meet up and mingle! Continue reading
The ultimate in crowd surfing
Last week, I attended a book signing, a mind-blowing rock concert, checked in with my radiologist, and then went to a writer’s conference where I learned a ton and pitched my book. And those are just a few of my wild highlights. I have so much to tell you and quite a few blog posts to write, but enough about me. This is all about you.
Another Use Me and Abuse Me Day is coming up this Thursday, September 26th. This is your chance to come and mingle with my followers. Who knows? You may pick up a few subscribers. It’s a virtual party where the buffet is always fresh, the barista is ready to create any kind of coffee drink and the bar is open. Continue reading
Photo by Jessica Farris
Drenched by torrential rain over a period of four days, creeks swelled into forceful rivers, dams burst and walls of water cascaded from the foothills all along the Front Range in Colorado. 18.44 inches of rain fell in South Boulder alone, but surrounding areas recorded 14 to 16 inches. Thousands have been evacuated to shelters. 3 died in Boulder County. Nearly 200 are unaccounted for, but many are still being rescued and don’t have access to phones. Yesterday, National Guard helicopters rescued over 550 people and the thwapping of blades could be heard overhead early this morning. Many towns are still completely cut off. Our average rainfall for the month of September is 1.63 inches. This is insane!
Living in a semi-arid state, most expect the occasional forest fire and we’ve had our share. Much of Boulder is located in a one hundred-year flood plain. Our one hundred years are up! This tops any rainfall recorded since 1864. We live on a hill.
A friend of my daughter, Jessica Farris, took these photos in her neighborhood.
1st Street and Gower in Longmont – Jessica Farris
A family canoes in a nearby park – Jessica Farris
It has become a waterpark – Jessica Farris
At first, the welcomed rain seemed like fun to many, something that wouldn’t last and should be enjoyed. College kids played in the underground walkway as water rose to their knees. Click here for video. Others went down streets and the Boulder Creek in inner tubes, but the rivers continued to swell and became violent. Boulder Police began arresting anyone in the rushing water.
I had some fun in the beginning too.
I had to retweet this!
Soon roads closed as rivers overflowed their banks. By Wednesday night, Boulder, parts of Longmont, Lyons and Estes Park were cut off along with many other small towns. It took my son Kelly an hour and a half to drive from Longmont to Niwot which is normally a ten minute drive. The Saint Vrain River cut Longmont in half. He drove north and east before heading south to our house. Determined to find a way back to his home in Boulder, he consulted Coloradotrip.org and navigated frontage roads and side streets with higher topography to wind his way back. It took another 90 minutes for a 20 minute drive. Continue reading
When we receive an email alerting us that someone has subscribed to our blog, it’s exciting. Later when publishing a post, we hope to see the see those new friendly little gravatars pop up in “likes” or “comments.” Most are never seen again. They disappear like Oreos at a Bronco training table.
No one wants to feel like the guy with the microphone speaking to an empty room.
“Hello?” *tap*tap*tap* “Hello?”
I’ve discovered a secret.
You need to meet people. REAL people. Introduce yourself and check each other out. Chat a while. Go to each other’s place and chill. Or better yet, DANCE!
“Where can I do that?” you ask, “I live on an island off the coast of Newfoundland. I haven’t seen anyone for days.”
At another Use Me and Abuse Me Day this Thursday, August 22nd! It’s where all my friends come to meet up, hook up and if it works out, subscribe.
Yeah baby. Rest up. It’s going to be another rager!
Are you ready to party?
Photo taken by Susie Lindau in front of the Hotel de Ville in Paris, France with a Sony Nex 3N
When Peg of Peg-O-Leg’s Ramblings asked for a post I thought had the most, but the WordPress editors thought was milk-toast, I was more than honored. Now I have an opportunity to boast!
Sorry. I will blame my poetic rambling on the few cells in my brain still partying down on the general anesthetic and Oxycontin…
Peg has a hilarious blog and earned the well-deserved title of WordPress Recommended Humor Blogger. She started an amazing series called This One Should Have Been Freshly Pressed. I am humbled and thrilled to be added to her Freshly Pegged list!
Yep. It’s been a long dry year since my last Freshly Pressed article. My ego told me I had a lot of posts to choose from, but when I looked back, one really stood out. It was all about you and your personality. Okay. It was about me too.
So hop on over to Peg’s place and if you already read my post, click around! She has lots of funny stuff to check out and you may meet a few new bloggers too! Be sure to introduce yourself! See. I’m back. Do you see how many exclamation points I am using?
It should be a fun day!
Now click on over to Peg’s place -
Where Ramblers and Wild Riders collide…
I wonder how long I can use the general anesthetic and Oxycontin excuse. Ha! It’s gotta be good for at least for another week…
Bosoms. My sister Patty and I broke out in fits of laughter after one of us said that word. We shared a bed when we were little girls and were supposed to go to sleep after the lights went out.
It referred to our private parts; our undeveloped breasts modestly covered up at all times even though we only had flat nipples like little boys. We thought the word was naughty. My mom would hush us and again we would whisper, “Bosoms!” until tears ran down our cheeks and we couldn’t breathe.
There is something very antiquated about the word bosoms these days, but there is nothing antique about the feeling of having close friends or bosom buddies.
A few days before my surgery, a couple of my girlfriends threw a Boob Party Send Off for me. These were uncharted waters, but they responded to my sense of humor.
Karin, the hostess, went all out and bought everything to make cupcakes. She sent the project to another friend of mine whose daughter bakes. Ale said, “I’ve decorated a lot of cupcakes, but these are my first nipples.” Continue reading