Sunday, September 23, 2012


Today, I ran 6.2 miles to help FEED those less fortunate than I.  Every step I took ended up providing 10 local meals to people here in Chicago.

Currently, 49 million Americans are without food and working hard to make ends meet.  

Hard times; hard statistics. 

Thank you for all of those who supported me on my run!  Ashley and I had a lot of FUN!

Women's Health and FEED Project

We started and finished the race under Abraham Lincoln's statue.

Stretching it out...pre-race.

My niece Ashley and I pre-race.

Ashley around mile 2.5.

One foot in front of the other...

The course was along Lake Shore Drive...what a killer view!

A couple of tomato faces!  

Post race...gifted FEED 10 bags and current Women's Health magazine.

Post race Bloody Mary's.  

We can all make a difference in this world.  

Today, I helped feed 10 people...and that feels pretty goddam good.  

Sunday, September 16, 2012

a bunch of small moments creating a weekend

Wilco show - Hideout Block Party with friends

 Coming between the rays of light and this beachy surface...creating my shadow

Where is the water's edge...

A man...his loyal dog...and a cup of joe...

Lake Michigan

 A rocky beach

Simply drifting...from one spot to another...

Je t'aime

Thursday, September 13, 2012

No TV yields a classic.

About two weeks ago my goddam TV just went black.  There was no sound without a view...nada...just went black.  Lame.  Lousy piece of crap.  So, I did some sluething around and found out it was probably the t-board and I could replace it at Radio Shack and take the back off of the goddam television and fix it and bam, that goddam TV would probably work again. I didn't do that.  And, I haven't bought another one...yet.

 Needless to say, I've got an abundance of 'free time'. I was thinking about my bucket list and remembered I had put read/reread the classics.  While we were in Europe, Vee and I had discussed this and we each bought one and decided we would trade when we finished it.  

Five months later and no TV, I pick up Catcher in the Rye.  

Did you read this?  Do you remember Holden talks just like that?  Every other word is lousy or goddam.  At first, I really thought the book was lousy.  I was asking people in casual conversations, what was so goddam great about Catcher in the Rye?  Why is this book deemed, a classic?  

I really was. 

 I really thought the goddam book was lousy.  

But, I kept reading it and I grew to like how J.D. Salinger wrote.  It was just like how he talked. He didn't shape the book after journalistic rules.  He seemed to just write and I liked that.

 After reading awhile, I started to feel a little sorry for Holden. He was a regular teenager.  Growing up and dealing and just making his way...discovering what it must be like trying to come into being a man. 

 My favorite part, is his affection for his sister, Phoebe.  He sneaks home one night (he got kicked out of Prep school) and wakes her up to talk.   Without going into all the detail, she asks him what he wants to be?  What do you want to do Holden? 

 I love that he sat there and had to think about it...and he finally said he didn't know. She was like - you don't know?  Who doesn't know what they want to be?  Then he explained he'd like to be in the rye fields when the children play.  When they are all high on life, floating around and getting too close to the edge. He would catch know, be a catcher in the rye and all.  

Seems like a simple dream...or heroic in a way.  I don't know, I just liked it.  I liked that he didn't know what he wanted to least not right away.  Because, sometimes I don't even know...and here I am...41.

  I will tell you something...I don't think I've ever been in a rye field and I decided I don't remember ever reading this book! 

 I came to this conclusion because, I didn't remember that is why the book is named, Catcher in the Rye.  Hence, on my bucket list, read the classics and reread the ones you think you've read...because I probably didn't or I didn't retain anything important about the book.  Reminds me of, St. Elmo's Fire - remember?  I didn't recall why or what St. Elmo's Fire meant...where was I?  

Regardless, I have changed my stance on it...I no longer think the book is lousy.  I think it's a goddam great book. I like the honesty and the emotions. I love his adventurous spirit and quest for love, albeit odd.  He seems so innocent, almost silly but courageous...and in the end...I liked all the language.  I found it entertaining...thankfully, right...cause, I still got no goddam TV. 

I wondered about the book.  I wondered WHY it had such acclaim because although, I like it...I don't love it. So, I read that most think, because of the time it was written, in the 1950's, it was deemed of such radical social opinion and written at a time of conservatism that if published today, it most likely would go under the radar and not have reached such stature. There is a lot of criticism and praise for the's interesting to read.  What I found most interesting however, was to read about J.D. Salinger himself. He became uninterested in fame after seeking it and turned recluse.  Dying what most would consider a lonley life at 91.   

In the meantime, I've read Gone Girl (total page turner), The Perks of Being a Wallflower (cute - a movie is coming out soon) and Wife 22 (loved it).

How have I plowed through all of these goddam books?  Oh, my lousy TV broke.  Perhaps, not such a bad thing after all.   

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

The Find.

I'm a thrifter...bin digger...whatever you want to call it.  I think there is beauty in the search.  I personally love the quest for high priced labels and paying next to nothing.  I have found some great places in my neighborhood that I like to dig through. 

I usually take pictures of my new stuff and send them to Vee with 'the deal' revealed. 
Today, I decided to let you in on it.

Dress - Vince - $35
Cardigan - Juicy Couture - $15
Flats - Juicy Couture - $8
Total outfit - $58


It becomes a contagious passion to find cool stuff on the cheap.  No one has to tell them.

**Not so kewl...cheesy bathroom shot**

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

United We stand.

I came across this image and felt it seemed like War & Peace all  wrapped up in one symbol. 

Peace is defined as freedom from disturbance; quiet and tranquility.  Barbed wire defined as wire with clusters of short, sharp spikes set at intervals along it, used to make fences or in warfare as an obstruction.

Eleven years ago today marks the dreadful anniversay of the terrorists attack on US soil.

I recall the President quoting the 23rd Psalms, "yea, though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we will fear no evil, for Thou art with us."

I don't know about you, but I feared evil that day.  There was no mercy.  I did not feel safe. 

I watched in disbelief as The World Trade Center Towers vanished from site.  It reminded me of the demolition of a Vegas hotel as I stood with Amy and Kirk and witnessed its fall.  It happened within expolision...dust...and then nothing.  But no lives perished.  It wasn't fearful.  It wasn't scary.  It seemed like seemed like possibilites.

We are all reflecting's hard not to.  Remembering where you were...who you were with...and what you did.

I sometimes feel like this couldn't have happened.  I saw it...but do I believe it? 

How many ways can we ask WHY and still not understand it? 

Even though I heard the news...I internalized their interpretations...I will never be able to understand that kind of hate.  A need for that kind of destruction.  And do I dare say, I almost...I almost stopped believing in THOU...all because it happened.

I wrap my memories around my beautiful friends Amy and Kirk Hendrix who took me in that day...provided comfort, love and peace...and in so many other days since then.   

We all search for and love...while we look behind but continue to move forward.

Visit this link for a view from space on September 11, 2001. WOW.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

this is the ideal life...


What a great show on Thursday evening at the famous and historic Aragon.  Designed to replicate a Spanish palace courtyard, it had beautiful arched doorways, crystal chandeliers, mosaic tile and as we grooved to the band, I got lost in the architectural design and amazing details, which created a great ambiance to the theater.

One thing I really love about hearing live music is when the artist talks about his passions and why he wrote certain songs.


Anna-Maria flew in from California on Friday; late afternoon.  We had dinner at a quaint Italian restaurant in my neighborhood and cozied up on the couch with a glass of wine to continue to catch was so much fun!

On Saturday, we made our way to the historic Knollwood Golf Course in Lake Forest, IL.
Anna-Maria's husband, Eric, qualified for the 2012 US Mid-Amateur Championship Golf Tournament!  

The course is beautiful and surrounded by amazing homes.

Here is a photo of one of the homes along the first hole.  

Eric in action.

Some of the gorgeous flowers along the course.

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead.  Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.  Just walk beside me and be my friend.
-Albert Camus

More flowers I loved.

Good music, good friends, good conversations...great time!

Monday, September 3, 2012

If it could only be like this always...always summertime...

Do you find that you cry at sad endings...a light trickle or a down right sob? 

Why?  Why do you have to leave us summer...especially, when it really doesn't feel over.

The temperatures are still in the 80's and the weekends will still include friends, cookouts, concerts and the like...but, there is no such thing as an endless least not when you live in Chicago.

Kids are back to school and the lazy dawg-dayz of summer are did you spend your last weekend?  

I found my way to one of my favorite places on earth...with some of my favorite people...

Peace from Corey Lake!

This is one of my favorite picture from the whole weekend!  I wish I could show you how many shots this actually took to get it right!  
L to R - Josie, Katie, Evie :)

One bottle of Fish Eye emptied!
Cheers to you Vee!
It didn't go down as smoothly as you insisted it would...but it went party followed!

Forget all rules!  

Josie girl...easing into Sunday morning...

A Michigan farmhouse.

The road less traveled.



Until next summer Corey Lake...

*I sob*