Author Archives: Susan Rushing

I’m in that place again. I am fully revelling in and completely overtaken again. It’s my drag queen addiction. I have it bad. It started when I was just a baby, really. A small town girl of 19, in my first year of college. I was a music major. I loved theater. My high schoolContinue reading “Tucked Penis Envy and Canned Ego”

Ok…My fabulous, Joan of Arc baby has turned 23. ( Please math genius, just be kind to me) One year older than I was when I married her father, and one year younger than I was when I made her.  Well, God made the fabulous creature, but I did a lot of the work, letContinue reading “Happy Birthday Megan Elizabeth Rushing! You can’t be 23! I’m barely 30!”

So, this morning I was having a cup of coffee….a really good cup of coffee in my favorite “life is good” mug. I was also eating a bagel and thinking about my upcoming Zentangle class. I was thinking about what I needed to get done to be ready for the class and chewing, chewing, chewingContinue reading “Oh…I think I get it.”

Just say no to the trash! So, it has taken me a few days to write this blog. Mostly because I was angry, and by angry I mean hurt, rejected and swindled by a company that I trusted with a very sensitive part of my psyche. Last week, Sondra and I finally took a deepContinue reading “Refuse the Refuse!”

I turned 47 this year.  Yes, I know; a lady never tells her age. Well, I am not always a lady so I suppose I can let it slip this one little time.  I fight the aging thing. Well, not with a whip and a chair or anything drastic like that. I mostly do itContinue reading “It’s the little things….”

I am a self loather. Yes, I am. I was raised to be. It’s really generational. It has been going on far to long to place blame…so we just have to recognize it and try our best to shake off the syndrome.  I am always looking for little ways to help me end the cycle.Continue reading “Ok…Here’s my idea.”

Why do I do it? Really. Why? There has been a offer on the table of my life for about a month now. Every day of that month I thought about it. I asked my friends about it. I cried and said I needed help understanding it. The lingo, the jargon….it all had to beContinue reading “Beating yourself up for fun and profit.”

It’s Not What You’re Eating, It’s What’s Eating You….

My Brush with an unlikely Guru.

I wish I could give you all some great inspiration today. Hell, I wish I could give myself some.  The sad, sad truth of the matter is: I am tired of being on a damned diet. I am tired of reading labels. I am tired of trying to figure out points on every damned thingContinue reading ““Plateau”, You Sound so French, and yet You are From Hell.”