Finishing My To-Do List

Camping season is over, so Mark went up to Pentwater, Michigan to prepare our trailer for winter. Whoot! I would be alone for three nights! My mind starts to race with plans. I would be free to choose any TV programs I wanted to watch. I could eat whatever I wanted for dinner (most probably mac ‘n cheese and circus peanuts). My to-do list would include power washing the siding, digitally converting the VHS tapes, remodeling the kitchen and pouring a new driveway. Then, maybe, I would put my summer clothes away. Also, were the Pinterest projects…Needless to say, the list went on and on.

circus peanuts

Night One:
I figured out how to stream the first, full season of “The Good Wife” (Freudian?) from Amazon Prime and proceeded to watch. After the sixth episode, I made the mistake of turning on Dateline…I hear: “The story you’re about to hear is the stuff of nightmares. A cold blooded serial killer lurking in the woods at night, peeping through windows and stalking his next victim.”

eek

I know I present a façade of being brave to my friends and family, but, yikes! It’s bedtime! I quickly secure all the windows and doors and pull curtains and shades as I go. Next, a shoe is placed near my nightstand so I can bludgeon the intruder. (I once woke in the middle of the night holding my alarm clock, so a gun isn’t a choice here). Should I use the sleep sound machine? If I do, I won’t hear the home invasion that most certainly will occur. It’s 2:30 am. I make a decision and turn on the white noise machine with hope for peaceful slumber.

Just as I drift off to La-La Land, a huge crash wakes me. My heart is thudding and I’m too afraid to move. But I realize that I must. So I use the toilet to prevent soiling the carpeting and take the flashlight to investigate. Aha! The shower adapter (glued to the wall with a lame suction cup) fell into the tub. That’s a relief. I crawl back into bed and, well, I pray.

praying

I usually feel guilty about praying for unimportant things, but I prayed that I would sleep. And, I did. It was 4:30 am last I checked. Ugh!

Day One:
On my first morning alone (I use this term lightly, since it’s 10:45 am), I can’t think of a thing to do. So, I begin to pin “cleaning tips” on Pinterest. Huh! Where’d the time go? It’s now cocktail hour! But before I mix my cocktail, I spray everything with Febreeze! Yay! Everything smells better and the cocktail does much to relieve my guilt.

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Next thing I know, it’s too dark to do anything. I settle into the couch and hit the remote. I choose “Hoarders” because I think it will get me in the mood to clean. Nope. I doze on the sofa until bedtime then hit the sack. No worries about home invasions. I’m asleep in minutes.

Day Two:
I can’t remember what needs to get done. Logically, first on the agenda is to find my to-do list. Where can it be? While looking for that elusive list, I come across a couple of magazines from May and October, 2014 and begin to flip through. There’s a recipe that sounds good and I check the internet to see if those advertised shoes are still available.

shoes

Two hours later, I get back on track and look for the list. I give up after twenty minutes, but make myself feel better when I remember that I made my bed this morning. That deserves a reward. I make a cup of coffee, using the indulgent Keurig and have a row of Keebler Deluxe Chocolate Chip and Coconut cookies.

Day Three:
Panic! Mark will be home tonight! I haven’t accomplished anything and need to get to it. Not that I worry about his comments, this is a self-punishing thing. I feel time was wasted. So, I hit the stove.

dirtystove

But before I do, I check my Pinterest pins. Ha! Put the burner grates in a plastic bag with a ½ cup of ammonia and let it sit overnight. I can do that!
Mark arrived after midnight and it’s off to bed. I may not have accomplished everything on my list, but I’m caught up on FaceBook and my email inbox is down to triple digits. And, the best part of it all…I wasn’t murdered.

The New Ways to “I Do”

I’m at the age where friends’ children and children’s friends are getting married and we’ve enjoyed attending some of these lovely weddings. I can’t help but think how different weddings are now, compared to when Mark and I were married in 1982.

pre nuptials

The bachelorette party was in its infancy then. We didn’t fly to Las Vegas, go to a fancy spa or rent a party limo. Friends of the bride gathered together at the hostess’ home and ate wedges of Impossible Cheeseburger Pie and Jello Pistachio Fluff. We drank the “new” wine coolers, shared indelicate or funny gifts and played games (plenty of giggling and blushing here). There was just a hint of debauchery and the bride’s integrity was held intact.

In 1982 the bride and her mother or her Maid of Honor completed the bridal registry. The future hubby was left at home. The registry allowed you to pick your china, crystal and silverware patterns as well as items needed to start a basic household. Generally, requests included bedding, cookware (everyone needs a turkey baster, right?), a vacuum and small appliances—those kinds of things.

Maid of Honor

Today, couples register together. Without a registry, many of us would be stumped as to what to purchase for the happy couple. After all, many modern couples live independently and expect to combine two households into one that’s shared. Then, there are those marrying a second time (only 56.2 percent of all marriages are firsts). Nearly 70% of couples (including same sex couples) are living together before they tie the knot. Basic household needs may have already been met in these cases, so couples sometimes register for unexpected things like electronics, art, and honeymoon items, such as luggage, scuba equipment and airline tickets.

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Gone are the formal invitations where the bride’s parents “Request the Honour of Your Presence” in calligraphy and black ink with a piece of tissue inside. Recently we have received very colorful invites using two or more fonts (shameful at one time) embellished with bows, lace and even burlap. Sometimes a photo of the happy couple adorns the invitation. The RSVP states: “Will Celebrate in Person ___  Will Celebrate in Spirit ___” or “Yep ___  Nope ___”. We’ve even received a card requesting a favorite song to be played at the reception as part of the invitation.

RSVP

Along with invitations, couples also use “Save the Dates” for a fun way to announce their upcoming nuptials, so you can start to think about what you’re going to wear.

“Here comes the Bride” means here comes the debt. According to The Knot , the average spent on a wedding in 2014 was $31,213! To me, this indicates that many couples and their families are willing to spend a small fortune for this (hopefully) “once-in-a-lifetime” event.

Category 1982 2014
Venue (Food & Liquor) $3,000 $14,006
Photographer $225 $2,440
Wedding/Event Planner $0 $1,973
Band $800 $2,085
Florist/Décor $125 $1,500
Videographer $0 $1,700
Wedding Dress $425 $1,357
Groom's Attire $38 $254
Wedding Cake $80 $451
Ceremony Site $0 (church) $1,901
Ceremony Musicians $100 $637
Invitations $75 $439
Transportation $72 (Volvo Rental) $767
Favors $20 (engraved matches) $275
Rehearsal Dinner $160 $1,206
Engagement Ring $2,500 $5,855
Officiate $50 $266
Total (excluding honeymoon) $7,670 $37,112

The good news for parents our age is, couples today are older and generally both are working and can share the cost or entirely pay for the wedding of their dreams. What hasn’t changed since the 1980’s, is the willingness to spend to make sure that special day is indeed, a memorable one.

We had a very formal wedding. It was, after all, the decade of Princess Diana’s wedding. I will say that I’m pleased brides still opt for a formal wedding dress no matter her choice of venue. Cathedral trains, (mine was not 25 feet long!) were a popular choice versus the jeweled hair combs, flowered hairbands or vintage-inspired birdcage fascinators of today.

Brides wore white or ecru dress shoes. Bridesmaids wore satin heels that were dyed to match their (very) pastel dresses. Brides today can wear anything from bejeweled flip-flops to cowboy boots. Grooms and groomsmen wore black (usually rented) shoes with their tuxes. I attended a wedding in which the groom wore grey Converse sneakers with his tuxedo and the groomsmen wore the same Converse, only in yellow.

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1980’s weddings had more of a perfect, fairytale feel than the celebratory feel of today’s weddings. Ceremonies were almost always held in church. The groom’s family would sit on the right, while the bride’s family would sit on the left. At a recent wedding ceremony a blackboard sign guided us to seating:

“Today, two families become one so pick a seat not a side”.

Ceremonies were followed by formal receptions with traditional dinners of beef, chicken or salmon. I’ve noticed recent weddings have a much more relaxed feel to menus. Along with the more traditional food fare, hot dogs and Goetta balls were also included, (those of you in Kentucky know what these are).

Cakes in the 80’s were towers covered in white royal icing and not the pretty, pimped-up cupcakes or tasty pink macaroons we’ve recently shared with a bride and groom. We certainly would not have used a Star Wars Saber to cut the cake either!

Wedding Cake

Our photographer would have us pose, pose, pose again, 6 more poses, just one more pose, and another pose. I wanted to be with family and friends, so I had instructed the photographer to take photos of Mark and me with our guests, because, why not? I’d like to remember who was there, right? He was uncomfortable with candid shots (Boo!).

Today, photography is much more playful. There are photos of the bridesmaids before they’re ready; hands displaying wedding rings with their (wait for it), dog’s paw; photos with the bride and groom leaning on an old pickup truck; groomsmen jumping simultaneously as if they’re levitating in the picture and the bride and groom holding signs that send a message of love. I know, I know. They’re “posed” too, but the beauty of it? They don’t look posed…at all.

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And, we shouldn’t forget about the photo booth and the resurgent use of Polaroids, which are so much fun and such a nice memory for the new Mr. & Mrs.

I love the weddings of today because anything goes! One recent wedding had Facebook posts that described the bride “bouncing” with excitement. There was no way I would “bounce” in 1982…it wasn’t “bride-like” (sigh).

I envy the freedom that today’s couples have. Only one wedding this past year was the epitome of elegant formality and held in church (which also happened to be a Cathedral). The other venues ranged from rustic to vintage to whimsical.

The modern bride can use her imagination for the venue and décor for her big day. She has Pinterest to help, whereas brides in the 80’s had “Bride Magazine”. That’s it. “Bride Magazine”.

We’ve experienced a barn wedding with an old rowboat filled with ice and bottled beverages. We’ve attended a formal wedding on Lake Michigan with wild flowers in Mason jars hanging from shepherd’s hooks and succulents adorning the tables. Then there was the formal venue with a bourbon bar (again a salute to Kentucky).

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I love the seemingly freedom from rules and the surprises you experience with today’s creative and fun weddings. When I was married, I felt there were rules to follow and expectations to be met. (Some day Sandy, the trendsetter, will have to post about her nonconformist wedding. Can you say “My Big Fat Polish Wedding”?). And with expectations comes stress. I think my best photo was walking up the aisle after the ceremony. If I thought I could have, we would have walked up the aisle to “Rocky’s Theme” and I would have lifted my arms in victory. Then Mark and I would have boarded a bus and left! Oh, but, what would the photographer have done?

The Kentucky Bourbon Festival-Bardstown, KY

Right up the road from us, in the heart of Kentucky, is “the Most Beautiful Small Town in America” – Bardstown, Kentucky.  Known worldwide as The Bourbon Capital of the World, Bardstown has been voted the best in Fodor’s, Rand McNally, USA Today, National Geographic Adventure, and many more. If you’ve ever been to Bardstown, you know why. If you haven’t been, you should add it to your bucket list.

Bardstown - the Most Beautiful Small Town in America

Bardstown is home to the Stephen Foster Festival, My Old Kentucky Home, Bernheim Forest, 5 bourbon distilleries on the Kentucky Bourbon Trail and the Kentucky Bourbon Festival.

The annual festival, which is 6 beautiful days in September, has been a favourite of ours for years. With concerts, craft vendors, art, food, hot air balloons, and a barrel relay, of course we spent a day this weekend enjoying the festivities.

Our first stop was Mammy’s Kitchen.

mammys

We never miss an opportunity for the best bourbon burger in the world! The beef, Swiss cheese, and onion straws are smothered in bourbon sauce that is to die for!

burger

I’ve never seen anyone add any condiments. No ketchup, mustard or mayo! It’s perfect exactly as it is. I’ve tried hundreds of bourbon sauces and none compare to Uncle Marty’s. We expected Uncle Marty to be a grizzled old man with a sharp eye and delectable secrets for making the bourbon sauce. We were surprised when a handsome man who appeared to be in his mid-30s came out to accept our compliments.

After lunch, we walked through the quaint streets of Bardstown to the bourbon festival. It was an ironic surprise that the first sign we encountered stated “No Alcohol”. This is the BOURBON festival, right? I guess they figure that you’ll have such a great time, you’ll save the bourbon for later.

no alcohol

(Truth be told, you can get a nip or two at the ball field, but don’t tell anyone!)

The band was tuning up, and vendors had set up white tents between the shade trees to sell their talented crafts, shirts, hats, and all things bourbon.

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Of course, the Bourbon Festival wouldn’t be complete without the distilleries being represented. All of the finest were there!

barrels

There’s nothing like Jim Beam for cooking! Brownies, pies, chicken and pork will all taste better with Jim Beam. For a cocktail, I prefer straight Jim Beam Honey Bourbon or a Tipsy Duck made with Jim Beam, coffee, tea and chocolate.

jimbeam

If you’re drink of choice is the Versailles Cocktail (bourbon, lemon juice, St. Germain and a splash of champagne), Four Roses is the bourbon to use.

4roses

If you’re craving a good Whiskey Sour or Kentucky Buck (ginger beer, bourbon and citrus), go for the Wild Turkey!

wild turkeyride

You can’t make a decent Gold Rush or Mint Julep without Woodford Reserve, my absolute favourite.

woodford reserve

Of course you’ll also see Maker’s Mark, Bulleit and Evan Williams (Heaven Hill), who our friend, Gary, jokes is his distant uncle.

evan williams

As we always do, we wandered into the Oscar Getz Museum of Whiskey History . It’s one of my favourite parts of the day at the festival.

getz museum

There are awesome, inspiring displays.

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We were so inspired, we couldn’t resist buying a decanter or two. Regina was drawn to the colour of two beauties.

bottles for regina

This guy had my name all over him! Not only did he catch my eye, but he said “Poland” on the back and he was giving me the finger! It seemed to be my style!

bottle for sandy

A day at any festival wouldn’t be complete without plenty to eat. The Bourbon Festival is no exception! The difference? Almost everything is flavoured with bourbon (no complaints from this camp!)

First stop, our friends, Tom and Josh, Kentucky Gourmet Nuts, make the best nuts ever.

tom and josh

We opted to get a couple of cones of pecans (a Kentucky favourite).

pecans

For a Kentuckian, Bourbon Balls are a must have. They are a smooth, creamy, chocolate-covered bite that packs a punch of bourbon deliciousness.

bourbon ball

Kentucky Woods offers many delicious bourbon treats. Bourbon Maple frosted cookies, Bourbon Pecan Pie and Bourbon Barrel Cake, a brown sugar cake with chocolate, walnuts, maple, and caramel — oh, and true Kentucky bourbon flavour! They make great gifts and come packaged in wood bourbon barrel boxes. We’ve consumed many over the years!

kentucky woods

We can’t forget the Bourbon Fudge. If you’re a fan of grainier fudge, this is not for you. Creamy, smooth chocolate fudge with walnuts and a fifth of bourbon poured in at the end, you can certainly get tipsy while the chocolate fudge melts on your tongue!

fudge

The day was beautiful and spent with good friends, good food and Kentucky pride. Join us next year. You won’t regret it!

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Do you have a favourite bourbon recipe? Please share it in the comments. We love all things bourbon!

Skin Deep

Over the past three decades, more people have had skin cancer than all other cancers combined. 40-50% of Americans who live to age 65 will have either BCC (Basal Cell Carcinoma) or SCC (Squamous Cell Carcinoma) at least once. This disturbing information, along with the news that two close acquaintances have been diagnosed with skin cancer, motivated me to make an appointment with my dermatologist.

magic

Last week I kept that long-overdue appointment for a full-body exam. Following the exam, I asked if I should make another appointment to have some other “things” checked. As I pointed, the dermatologist sprayed from what looked like the Tin Man’s forearm. “What’s this?” Pssssst… “Does this look strange to you?” Psssst… “Should I worry about this?” Pssssst… “Can this be removed?” Pssssst…“Will this disappear on its own?” Pssssst… Boom! Done! This is sorcery! Where can I get some of this magical stuff?

psssst

As we age, we develop all kinds of weird things, such as age spots, moles, freckles and skin tags on our bodies. My dermatologist opted to use cryotherapy, which is simply the use of low temperatures to treat a variety of tissue damage. As you can see from my description, it is quick and fairly painless. No anesthesia is required and several mysterious lumps and bumps can be treated in one session. The downside is the long healing time of 1 to 6 weeks.

Unfortunately, I also learned that getting rid of wrinkles is not quick, easy or cheap! (I guess I’ll become a student of facial yoga).

face yoga

Your skin is your largest organ. So do it a favor and get a full-body check by a qualified dermatologist once a year. And while you’re there, take care of some those gross, annoying, eye sores.