Monday, July 14, 2014

"AU NATUREL" ...

I will admit that I am vain. I always have been. I don't leave the house without my hair and make-up done and clothes that match.  Imagine my shock when I arrived on my camping trip and discovered that my make-up bag never made it to my suit case. So much for "glamping" There was... a moment of panic. 

I knew the hair situation was not going to be good but I was counting on a little cream concealer and a touch of mascara.  NOT!



Thank goodness I brought my big hat with an immense orange flower on it. Everywhere I went people commented about the flower and that gave me a sense of anonymity... they were looking at the flower not me. 

Surprisingly after a few days I forgot myself and realized nobody cared what I looked like. What a freeing thought. Not only did I have the time of my life but on future camping trips.... I won't even pack my make-up bag.  I think the phrase is "au naturel"

Watch these brave girls get natural!

Sunday, July 13, 2014

FORGIVENESS... 


"Forgiveness is unlocking the door to set someone free, and realizing you were the prisoner."  Max Lucado


Forgiveness seems to be something that is universally difficult for all of us. Here are two stories where the act of forgiving healed not just the receiver but the giver.

After World War II it was not surprising that there was bitterness between the people of the Netherlands and the people of Germany. It had even effected the close knit Mormon members in both countries.






Then something miraculous happened that touched the hearts and lives of everyone.  Listen to this true account.


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 LOUIS ZAMPERINI
passed away July 2, 2014


The world lost a true hero last week with the passing of Louis Zamperini, Olympic athlete, bomber pilot and survivor. His story is told in the book UNBROKEN and a soon to be released major motion picture. 

Zamperini is remarkable for many reasons, one of the greatest being his ability to forgive those who were so cruel to him. Listen as he tells how  "forgiveness" saved his life.






HAVE A BLESSED SUNDAY!

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."