Flooding Susie’s Inbox

October 23, 2010

Live in Augusta? Want some stuff?

Filed under: Augusta — sashyjane @ 9:06 pm

In an effort to get organized (and find my fall and winter clothes) I cleaned up my storage unit this afternoon. In doing so, I found some things that I’m willing to part with and instead of hauling them all to Goodwill, I thought I’d offer them up to those of you in the Augusta area.

If you’d like to own any of these items, leave me a comment and we’ll meet up to make it happen. (I’ll remove the item once it’s been spoken for.)

Bowl ThingCompote/Bowl Thing – I got this at Home Goods I believe. It’s the size of a large serving bowl and I’ve used it just for decorative purposes.

LampModern Black Lamp – I got this at Target (noticing a trend?) and I used it in my bedroom for the last few years. It works great and I still think it’s cute but it doesn’t really go with anything else I have.

French Memory BoardYellow Gingham French Memory Board – I can’t remember where I got this but I’ve had it since college. It’s still in good shape but does have a small pen mark on the lower left side.

Empty FrameWooden Frame – Another hand-me-down. It’s just been an empty frame and I’ve never done anything with it. A little bit beat up but that could work with some decor styles. One corner is detached but a little wood glue could have that taken care of in no time.

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If you like any of what you see, leave me a comment and I’ll connect my old things with their new home. Better hurry! There’s one sneaky shopper who just might take it all!

Satisfied Shopper


October 21, 2010

For Mr. Cunningham

Filed under: Writing — sashyjane @ 12:24 pm

I wrote this for my Tumblr but it isn’t terribly funny so I’m posting it here for those of you who enjoy Happy Days and/or endearing stories.


I can't be the only one who thinks Richie Cunningham is a total fox.

 Photo from here.

Tom began moving towards the bright light he saw in front of him. He’d always heard it would be white but instead, it shone a rich, beautiful gold. At first he was afraid, “Am I dying now? Am I already dead? Who will take care of my wife Patricia? Will my kids and grandkids be alright without me? What will God be like?”

But then he realized he no longer felt pain. He felt relieved, comfortable, even happy. The pain in his chest was no longer there. That bum knee wasn’t aching and he felt lighter, younger, more fit, as if the heaviness of living was no longer weighing on his body. The light grew brighter and more intense, soon he was no longer able to look directly at it.

“TOM BOSLEY,” someone proclaimed loudly. Tom tried to shield his eyes but was strangely drawn by this powerful yet kind voice.



“Are you St. Peter? Isn’t he like the welcoming committee or something?” Tom chuckled to himself.


“God?! Wow!! I can’t believe it! Ain’t this a kick in the head? So, this is heaven, huh? Just a bright, comforting golden light? What about the streets of gold, the crystal sea? You know, I’ve got a lot of questions for you. For starters, what ever happened to Chuck on Happy Da-“


“Oh, okay, I guess we’ll chew the fat later. You probably need to write my name in the Book of Life or get me registered or whatever anyway. We’ve got all of eternity for me to ask questions, am I right?!” Tom laughed nervously as he followed the warm, inviting light.

He didn’t notice anything but the golden aura so he was surprised when he heard other voices. They entered a beautiful banquet hall with marble floors the likes of which Tom had never seen. The alabaster ceiling was so delicate, the stars shone straight through. There in front of him was a carved, mahogany table set with gold plates, silver chargers, platinum silverware and crystal glasses, he’d never seen anything on earth that could compare. The table stretched farther than Tom could see, as if it never ended.

Tom looked down the table, scanning for a familiar face. Somehow he knew he was among friends but he didn’t recognize anyone in particular. The light gently led him along again. As they passed the diners, each one smiled at Tom as if to welcome him into their party.

Above each plate was a placecard made of the finest linen paper and written on it was a name in calligraphy so beautiful, each card could have been framed and sold at auction. Barbara Billingsley, Art Linkletter, Dixie Carter, Dennis Hopper, Lena Horne, Lynn Redgrave, Peter Graves, Jerry Orbach, Tony Curtis, Rue McClanahan. One by one, he read the names of old friends, acquaintances and colleagues. And then, he saw her, she looked so familiar but he couldn’t quite place her. She was beautiful, even lovelier than the faint memory he was struggling to find. She looked rested, younger, sweeter.

“Jane?” Tom reached out to her, calling the name of his first wife who had been taken from him too soon. He checked her placecard, it read Jane Eliot. “Janie, it IS you!” He wanted to cry when he took his first love in his arms but no tears would come. He held her for what seemed like only a second before the light beckoned for him to continue on.


The light led Tom to an empty place in the center of the table. He read the names of the two men on either side, Walter Matthau and Jack Lemmon.

“TOM BOSLEY,” God boomed, loud and clear, “THIS IS YOUR CHAIR. SO SIT ON IT!


Filed under: Uncategorized — sashyjane @ 12:18 pm

If you tried to check the blog in the last 24 hours, you probably got a message saying it had been shut down due to a violation of the terms of use. I contacted WordPress and they admitted that this was in error. Thankfully,  they acknowledged that I haven’t been using this blog as a front for my Colombian drug cartel (that’s another website entirely) and they restored it to its former *glory.

Rest assured that you are completely safe in reading and commenting here. :)

*compilation of dumb stuff

October 13, 2010

Trying Something New

Filed under: Uncategorized — sashyjane @ 10:44 am

I promise I’m going to post something of worth soon. But until then… I’m trying my hand (forgive the pun) at a trend in nail polish.  I bought some steel gray nail polish this week and I’m semi-self conciously sporting it today.

Sausage Fingers

9 times out of 10, I look like a child when wearing nail polish so I can’t decide if this looks ridiculous or cute. Maybe it would look better on someone with a skin tone slightly darker than Powder’s? Oh well, if  it looks silly, at least I’m only out a few $$ and I think at 26, I’m still young enough to get away with trying trends (but you won’t catch me dead in a pair of Uggs.) The secret to pulling off a trend is probably 90% confidence.

I have a feeling my grandmother is going make a comment about how my nails are already dressed for Halloween when she sees me. What do you think? Hideous? Cute? Just alright? Have you tried any fun or silly trends lately?

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