Friday, July 11, 2014

SUMMER RAIN ...

"Anyone who thinks sunshine is pure happiness, has never danced in the rain."   unknown


It rained all night ... Mother Nature at her best!


"Be still sad heart and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall..."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wednesday, July 9, 2014


I LOVE THE WATER ... 

Yesterday was near 100 degrees and my granddaughter, who was spending the day with me, wanted to go swimming. Although I loved to swim when I was young finding a flattering suit at this point is difficult and the "after swim repair" is exhausting. Still I'm a pretty "soft touch" and off we went to the local outdoor pool with masks, snorkels, snacks and a friend in tow. 


My intention was to sit on the side and watch the girls play.

art of Annabelle B Roger available for purchase at ...
                                                                                                                         
The water temperature was perfect and before I realized it I was standing in the pool. Then, without thinking, I bent my knees and let the water envelop me to my neck. The buoyancy and coolness of the water was euphoric.

I grew up with a swimming pool in my back yard and although I was pretty much a "fish" its been years since I've immersed myself in that much water. Gleefully, I transcended my age and weight and body mass and glided through the water.

After two hours of this I was a little light headed and completely exhausted. The good kind, when you know that sleep won't be a problem tonight. 



I had forgotten how much I love the water!
I LOVE LEOPARD!



Somewhere in the second half of my life I fell in love with leopard. Inside this 65 year old body beats the heart of a 20 year old that would wear everything pictured below (even those leather pants :) 

images from Pinterest


The sensible part of me knows better and at this point "less is more"  I'm content with a few well chosen pieces. I am on the hunt for the perfect handbag and a perfect jacket.  I can't wait for the fall previews to arrive. Talbots has a leopard jacket coming out. I'm anxious to see how it fits :)





I had this HOBO in my hand and I walked away from it arguing with the voice in my head that said... "You just bought a HOBO and you don't need it"  

Leopard is NOT about "need"  



I would love to find this handbag. Wow!




Love these ladies leopard Wellies available from ...


and the booties on "sale" at Nordstrom 






Tuesday, July 8, 2014

HISTORY OF THE HOT DOG! 
Nathan's Famous



With summer upon us and picnics and backyard grills in full bloom I thought it would be fun to tell the history of the hot dog.

Most historians agree that it dates back to the Roman Empire.  Nero's cook, Gaius, may have linked the first sausages. In those days it was customary to starve pigs for a week before they were slaughtered.  

On one occasion a pig had been fully roasted when it was discovered that it had not been cleaned. Gaius stuck his knife into the belly to see if it was edible and the intestines popped out.  They were empty because of the "starvation" and puffed from the heat.  Legend has it that he stuffed the intestines with ground meats mixed with spices... the sausage was created.

The Germans picked up on the idea, creating endless varieties. In Vienna sausages became popular and both the Germans and the Austrians claim to be the originators of the modern hot dog...  Frankfurt (the frankfurter) and Vienna (the wienerwurst)

Either way, it is agreed that German immigrants  were the first to capitalize on this commodity. Using pushcarts, they sold hot dogs on the streets of New York in the early 1900s.


Nathan and his wife
Interestingly enough, it was not a German or an Austrian that popularized the hot dog in America... it was a Jewish immigrant from Poland. 

Nathan Handwerker worked at a hot dog stand on Coney Island. He slept on the kitchen floor and lived on hot dogs for a year saving his $11.00 a week salary. 

When he had $300.00 he opened his own stand and changed the price from 10 cents a hot dog to 5 cents.  Customers flocked to him and he put his competitor out of business. "Nathan's Famous" was born.

The term "hot dog" was coined in 1902 when on a cold April day at a Giants baseball game in New York, the son of concessionaire Harry Mozley Stevens convinced his father to buy up all the dachshund sausages and rolls they could find. They were sold from portable hot water tanks while the vendors yelled... 

"They're red hot! Get your dachshund sausages while their hot"  


Up in the press box "Tad" Dorgan, a newspaper cartoonist heard the vendors and drew a cartoon of a frankfurter with a tail, legs and head.  It looked like a dachshund. He wasn't sure how to spell the word so he simply called it a "hot dog" The cartoon was a sensation and the name "hot dog" stuck!

(While most concede that this story is true, no one has been able to locate his sketch.)






Hot dogs became synonymous with Chicago during the Columbian Exposition of 1893.  Today ... we consume roughly 9 billion hot dogs a year.  That's a lot of BUNS!

The Original Nathan's Famous, still open at the same location on Coney Island, has held a hot dog eating contest every year since 1916.


Joey Chestnut, winner of this years contest, inhaled 61 hot dogs!

Monday, July 7, 2014

"SWEET SUZANNE" 


art of Beth Carver

Last week I read a post from a fellow blogger. She talked about how much she hates being referred to as "sweet"  A friend had offered her a compliment saying "Oh that was sweet of you" and another friend had said she was forgiving. This woman was not flattered. 


All of this made me wince. As a child I remember being called "Sweet Suzanne" I hated that title. When I left for college I was determined to be bold, to be seen as intelligent, to be a little sassy. 

I set out to change my image and  I succeeded. Now, on the other side of mid-life, having raised a family with two sons and three daughters, I have a very different perspective.



I truly value the peacemaker, the person who never speaks thoughtlessly, one who is full of kindness.

I don't think sweet means boring, or a loss of identity. It means we come at people, circumstances and problems in a gentle way... the calming force in a sea of drama. All these years later I approach each day with three goals... to be kind, to be patient and above all to censor what comes out of my mouth. 

It is a journey I continue to travel. It feels so good to leave work at the end of the day without regret. Life's a circle... I would love to be called "Sweet Suzanne" again.

I love this quote by T.S. Elliot... 

"... and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."

Saturday, July 5, 2014

"IN FLANDERS FIELDS"
by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae MD 1872 - 1918

One last post to commemorate our freedom!
Have a blessed Sunday


In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high. 
If ye break faith with us who dies
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.




To this day, McCrae's "In Flanders Fields" remains one of the most memorable war poems ever written, a tribute to all the soldiers, before and since, who gave their lives for freedom. Thousands are buried in American cemeteries around the world. 




HYMN TO THE FALLEN 
by John Williams








I'M IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN...

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(online, type in code GETREADY and save $10.00)

It's not like I need another pair of Toms but still... I was smitten. Perfect for this summer and an easy transition into fall! Plaid gets me every time!  


When I was in the sixth grade there was a girl in my class that had a pair of KEDS in every imaginable color. It seemed like everyday she wore a different pair. I never said anything to anyone about it but you can be sure I watched. With so many children in my family I knew it would remain a "wish"  

I hadn't thought about that for years and years until the 5th and 6th grade girls at school starting commenting about my TOMS. "How many pair do you own?" they asked.  I would never tell them. If I showed up wearing a new pair I was the topic of discussion in the East wing. 

I was honestly surprised and a little embarrassed.  Then one day it dawned on me what I was doing.  I had fulfilled a "childhood dream" I own a LOT of Toms in an array of colors and prints. It started because they are so comfortable and my bunions don't hurt and of course there's the philanthropy thing, but then... it just took off.  

Dreams do come true... sometimes it just takes a little while!

TOMS... what's not to LOVE!