Eve Speaks

Ok, I'm dropping into grandmother mode again. Just can't help it and there ain't no cure for it either.
The kids took this short video of Eve blathering away while playing with her daddy. Don't know what she's saying but she sure does!

Breaking it down

Sometimes you gotta break it down into terms people can understand.

Pride Week

Well, we're kicking off Pride week here in Essex County. My friend sent us this hilarious link which I thought I would share with you here:

Sunset at the Navy Yard

Reitman's For Real Life

This women's ready-to-wear store was founded in Montreal in 1926. I've never been a label whore so I don't really care or really know anything about designers. I like simple clothes that fit well and don't make my butt look too big. When all else fails I can always find something at Reitman's that fits.

These days I'm especially loving their ad campaign. It is really quite funny. You can see their latest ad by clicking on the link below. (You'll need high-sped internet to enjoy it fully)

Reitman's Fashion Show

Reading the Sign Posts

I think for a gal born in the Bronx projects, I've come a long way. I few years ago my wife and I moved out of the city to a little cottage on the north shore of Lake Erie. There isn't a day that goes by that I'm not astounded at the beauty which surrounds me.

On my daily commute to work I drive past vineyards and fields of corn, soybeans, hay and tomatoes. There's other things that grow out here but being a city gal, I can't always identify the crops as I drive by. These are soy beans and a vineyard behind a barn.

In the last couple of weeks they have been bringing in the hay.

Everywhere I turn is yet another beautiful vista of a panoramic sky over fields stretching out as far as can bee seen. Sometimes, when the light is just right, the views bring tears to my eyes.

I drive the same way to work each day and when I reach the main road that takes me right into the city I pass a series of telephone poles.

Someone has nailed little signs on the first six poles. I read them as I zip by at 80 kilometers an hour. And as I think about the day ahead, this transplanted city gal smiles and whispers her thanks. Here's what they say: