Tuesday, May 31, 2016



There was music.
My hubby serenaded me with
his rendition of the birthday song.

We had a celebration 
with lots of confetti
and some out of the ordinary gifts.

An authentic television script 
from a favorite show.
A vintage Russian Sci-Fi Book circa Sputnik.
A Hula Dancer figurine made of Lava.
An antique book of Hawaiian translations.
 a Peruvian Necklace...
a nostalgic STAR book mapping the galaxy
and a special CD from a 
beloved radio broadcast.

Of course there was also 
something scrumptious to eat
with BUTTERCREME frosting.

After the birthday girl had 
a cocktail.
It was GOOD to the last drop.

As you can see in the picture my texting 
and typing finger are having issues 
right now, so bear with me if I'm slower 
than usual posting or commenting.

Saturday, May 28, 2016


 set aside time to pause and remember

"With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green."

"The brave die never,
 though they sleep in dust:

Monday, May 23, 2016

PRETZELS rolling in the DOUGH

First time I ever went to a mall was back in the 60’s. I hitched a ride with two of my friends who were seasoned shopping pros, and their mom. I had never seen such  a thing. I was fascinated by all the stores being under one roof. With limited funds and so much to do, I was a tad bit overwhelmed.  But… I forged ahead making the best of this shopping experience. It was then I discovered Hot Sam Pretzels. They had a concession and my friends stopped there to buy some SOFT pretzels. Being a Synder’s pretzel girl, born and bred… hard pretzels were all I knew. But I was willing to experiment. And the price was right, cheap. This SOFT pretzel was bigger than a hand and smothered in salt. It looked yummy, indeed. But before I could leave the kiosk,  with this... new to me... bread creation, my friends insisted I slather it with mustard. I thought they were crazy as hell. “WHY,” was the question I asked. They said, “BECAUSE.”  “Because why, I wondered?  Turns out a soft pretzel TASTES scrumptious that way.  Really, truly… it does. Technically speaking... the reason was this... according to the internet... "spreading mustard on pretzels is how people from Philly, PA  eat them. This trend began in the 1920's with pretzels that were sold from hotdog stands or carts. The mustard covered up the blisters that salt forms on the surface of the dough from humidity and camouflaged the flaw." WHO KNEW? Who cares? A soft pretzel is the perfect snack food. Soft and chewy. It fills you up. It’s affordable. Can be eaten anytime, night or day. I was hooked.  I became a FAN, like the rest of the world.  They’re DELICIOUS. And I spent a considerable amount of my youth delighting in them. At some point though, I outgrew the snack.  Time marched on and I forgot about this culinary treat. Flash forward to today. It has been years since I’ve been to a mall. Once my kids left the nest, I had no reason to grace it’s door. But that changed…. when my hubby and I…. went in search of a protective cover for his cell phone.  It’s an older model. So after exhausting all other options, we headed to the mall where all the kids hang out. We figured there was bound to be a cellphone cover there.  And we were right, there was. Found a GREAT deal and LAID our money down. (another story for another time) As we were heading towards the mall exit, pleased with our purchase…. I noticed an Auntie Anne’s Pretzel kiosk. A smile spread across my face... from cheek to cheek.  Not a Hot Sam’s... but a PRETZEL joint of these MODERN times. We joined the long line and ordered a couple SOFT pretzels. One for mustard. And one with sweet almonds for dessert. My hubby and I grabbed a table and sat down watching mall traffic. I became awash in memories. A LOT has changed at the mall… but the taste of a SOFT pretzel remains delectable and is MONEY (dough) in the BANK  for those that sell them.

(If only my old teeth could chew like they once did)

PS) Please ignore the discoloration in text and background above. Can not get blogger to cooperate.

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Monday, May 16, 2016


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Our daily routine has become staid and mediocre at best. I had BIG plans for my birthday this year. It’s a MILESTONE one. We were ecstatic. A BUCKET LIST trip to someplace my husband and I have never been before. The intent was to let loose. Be ourselves and have fun. “Before my numbers up, I’m going to fill my cup. I’m going to  live until I  die.” We wanted to capture ocean breezes and breathe fresh air.  Do a little sightseeing. And just rejuvenate. But all of that is now on hold. Sh!t happens. And it did BIG time here on the home front. Someone very dear to us... is now in the throes of getting a divorce. It has been gut wrenching to watch. The meaning of MENTAL CRUELTY does not begin to describe what has happened to her. In good conscience I can not contemplate the notion of a celebration at this time, much less an adventure into the unknown... for any of us.  So for now, my husband and I... STAY PUT. And… we help her deal with the mess this man has made of her life. LOVE comes. Love goes. It endures. After she made a twenty year investment in a future that is no longer on the horizon... I’m hoping time will heal her broken heart and her empty bank account. Please say a prayer that she finds her way… on this new journey she is faced with… to rebuild her life. She has a long row to hoe. But I want her to know she is not alone.

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A few songs on my mind today…

I have always been more touched by lyrics than melodies.

I'm Gonna Live Till I Die

That's Life

WARNING there will be a STUPID commercial 
for some awful movie at the beginning 
of the next two songs. Get past it and 
this song is beautiful.

Like I'm Gonna Lose You 

And this one is just plain FUN.

Dear Future Husband

Monday, May 9, 2016


Mother’s Day started out with a power outage, and little if any sleep... over night here at our house. My hubby and I had just finished watching the movie The Intern with Robert De Niro and Anne Hathaway. We were going to get online for a little while before heading off to bed, so I could post a Mother’s Day story. BUT apparently... outside in the wilderness that is our backyard... the Powers that Be... had other plans. A line fuse blew open near the transformer creating a bit of a fireworks display and a surge. When this happened... POWER was cut to all the neighbors on our side of the street, and to the street lights across the highway. It was overcast from a week’s worth of rain... and you could not see a star, or even the moon... up in the sky. It was pitch black. So, my husband called in the outage to the power company. Access to our property and the transformer is tricky so my husband had to wait for the power company guy to get here. His job was to assess the situation before calling out a crew.  It was treacherous walking out back in our jungle of trees and bushes, to the pole, with my hubby’s hand held flashlight.  But this fella had a powerful spotlight in hand, to help guide the way.  My husband showed him where the transformer was… while I sat on the front porch enjoying the cool night air. The next thing I know... I hear some LOUD bangs going POP POP POP.  Husband said a mini fireworks display lit up the yard.  Standing on the ground trying to take care of business, the lineman had dropped a metal fuse link and assembly… while attempting to reset the fuse on the transformer. This caused a short circuit making the situation worse.  He had a problem. So he made a call to get some backup. They immediately sent out a crew of guys to work on it. It was now 4 am. Not exactly the Mother’s Day I envisioned. They told us to go try to get some sleep, they’d fix it in the next three or four hours. So... my hubby and I headed inside to do just that. As we settled in... comfy cozy under the covers, suddenly we hear chainsaws buzzing. They needed to chop down foliage that was in their way, blocking access... so they could string a new line to the transformer... to get everybody’s lights and power back on.  Sleep did not come easily from all the ruckus out there... until after 7 am. And then... for just 45 minutes, because we were scheduled to meet the grandchildren, and my daughter... for an early breakfast, out of town.  Life has taught me, things do not always turn out the way you plan. But you have to learn to roll with the punches. I knew sleep would come later. I enjoyed the family meal... delighted by hugs, kisses and conversation from  my grandchildren and daughter. Seeing them is a special treat, for sure. 

(you get to see the food not the grandchildren 
or daughter 
because we are respecting their privacy 
about not  having their pictures online)

The pretty GLASS BALL terrarium with Orchid you see pictured at the opening, set the mood for the rest of the day, bringing a smile to my face. The last orchid I had was in a corsage when I was a teenager. Isn’t this one cool?  I LOVE it. But the sentiment behind the sweet painting of roses pictured below, (so that I’d always have a bouquet to look at), touched my heart too. 

Dinner later sealed the deal, making this a truly wonderful Mother’s Day.

But I must admit…  I was exhausted and felt every year of my age. I hit the bed, the second I walked through the door, when we arrived back home, at 7 pm. "It’s been , been a long day." Hope moms everywhere had a fantastic day however you celebrated.  And thanks to the guys who got me back online with the POWER I needed to post.

Saturday, May 7, 2016


 Dress $2.49 Hat $1.29 Boots $5

OFF to the RACES. 
Will we have another 
Triple Crown 
contender this year? 

for a NEW post and MORE thrifty finds.

Monday, May 2, 2016


I love a nice chapeau, whether on a man or woman. They have character and style provided they aren’t accompanying a team sport like baseball or football. Every year I go in search of the perfect one to wear on Derby Day. I’m a bit of a killjoy though. I do not like the fancy ornate hats that Johnny Weir and Tara Lipinski wear.  Or the ones all those charming Kentucky ladies do. I love looking at the one of a kind creations, it’s true. But on someone else, not me.  Nothing tops this pretty, little old head of mine, unless it’s somewhat sedate and understated. I’m BIG into color, just not crazy about flowers. I had enough of them to last a lifetime in my Easter Bonnets growing up. So every year finding the perfect chapeau becomes a bit of a chore. Like last minute Christmas shoppers, I usually wait until the clock ticks down to score one,  overpriced and relatively mundane. This year I took a step back in time and went looking for something vintage. And I found it right out of the gate. It’s picture perfect.  No fuss and affordable. Who could ask for anything more? Though I settled on this beauty,  I could not resist looking at other options after the purchase. You can tell,  the choices were limited where I live, budgetary concerns aside. Ultimately my favorite head topper was the right decision.  I have the perfect dress to go with the hat. So now all I have to do is gussy up the rest of me. I’ll make some Kentucky Hot Browns, sip an OAKS LILY (instead of a Mint Julip) and head off to the races. CUPID may not be there but you can BET Bob Baffert will.
Basic Black Hat
Yellow Floral Hat
Pink Ribbon Hat
Red Bow Hat
Beige Floral Hat
Animal Print Hat
Do you love it or hate it? 


Kentucky Hot Browns
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Oaks Lily
The Grey Goose Oaks Lily is the official drink of the Kentucky Oaks.
·                                 2 ounces vodka
·                                 2 ounces sweet and sour mix (or lemonade)
·                                 6 ounces cranberry juice
·                                 triple sec
·                                 blackberries
combine all ingredients in a shaker along with ice. Shake, strain and add extra ice, then garnish with the blackberries.