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Clean Your Plate. #CFFC

I’m way behind on my blog and wanted to do a quick little blurb so you all know I’m alive and kicking.  Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge (#CFFC) this week is about our Sense of Taste so I figured it was the perfect venue for something short and sweet (see what I did there?  Now that’s talent.)  Grab a quick couple of food photos, pop them in my blog and viola.

Do you have any idea how many food photos I have?  Neither did I.  Holy cheese on a cracker.  Apparently I like to eat.  And before I like to eat, I like to photograph it.  And then eat some.  And then photograph it again.  And then photograph the empty plate.  No starving children in China at my house, that’s for sure.

It took me forever to whittle down my food photo collection to a few that are actually in focus and have some sort of visual aesthetic.  So not only do I take a lot of pictures of my food, I am so excited to eat it I can’t seem to take a decent photo. Even so, I still had over 20 photos to consider.  Man, do I like food or what?

I finally decided to go with tasty regional treats – food items that fairly scream “WISCONSIN!”

First up:  Booyah.  And not the “BOO-YAH!” yelled as an exclamation.  Booyah as in Chicken Soup That We Don’t Call Chicken Soup Because It’s Really Called Booyah.

Most booyah is made with chicken, potatoes, carrots, and cabbage, along with other random vegetables like onions, green beans, celery, etc. and then maybe some beef stock or something – hard to say seeing as most recipes are family secrets handed down from generation to generation.  It all gets chucked in a ginormous iron kettle and cooked outside over an open fire, and served Burn The Top Of Your Mouth Off Lava Hot.

Summer church picnics, local festivals and family gatherings are where you will find booyah, often sold as a fund-raiser so bring your empty plastic ice cream buckets and be sure to buy some to take home.  It’s best eaten with a cold beer in one hand and a handful of saltine crackers in the other and perhaps a piece of homemade bread on the side slathered with real butter.  Follow that with some Belgian pie or raspberry torte and a hot cup of joe.  Or another beer.

Belgian Heritage Center Booyah

Booyah! Served at the Belgian Heritage Center in Namur, WI.

Speaking of beer…..that just happens to be my next photo.

Yeah, yeah – Wisconsin cliché’ but at least I didn’t photograph it with a brat (“brat” – pronounced “braht” -meaning delicious regional sausage that you set on fire with your grill while praying you don’t burn down the neighborhood and then eat it’s charred goodness on a bun with onions, mustard, ketchup and sometimes sauerkraut depending on your ethnicity).  But only because I didn’t have a photo of one.  I must eat all my brats before I think to photograph them.  This also happens a lot with cake.

Wisconsin is the land of sky blue waters and a LOT of beer, but New Glarus Spotted Cow is the best beer in all the land.  IN ALL THE LAND I TELL YOU.  Do not argue with me on this, beer heathen.

It’s also only available in Wisconsin, so if you want it, you gotta come here to get it.  It will be worth the trip.  I promise.

New Glarus Spotted Cow

Ice cold Spotted Cow on a hot sunny beach.

And for my final entry:  Friday Night Perch Fry.  Because A) we are as regionally Catholic as they come and B) the Great Lakes and Green Bay have a strong commercial fishing industry, with much of the catch being yellow perch.  Which are delicious deep-fried in batter and bathed in tubs of tartar sauce so you don’t actually know you are eating fish because fish are gross.  I do like perch except when they get ‘fishy’ and you never know if you are going to get fishy perch so I usually just get fried cod instead or better yet a steak.  In fact I think my photo is actually cod, not perch.  But who cares.  My point is that we eat a lot of fish on Friday’s, and perch is super popular and most people eat it except me because I’m a weirdo.  And fish are gross.

Friday Fish Fry

Friday night fish fry at Gibraltar Grill in Door County, WI

And that’s a wrap, people.  Oh wait – here’s a collage of cake just because you can never have enough cake.  The two people in the one photo are my parents.  You can tell the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.  Nobody in our family will get kidnapped.

Caketastically yours,


The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap! Stay safe! Eat cake!

The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap! Stay safe! Eat cake!

PS.  My apologies on my short blurb getting sorta long, so I guess I should have explained that I meant “short” by Sue Standards.  Cuz ya know, I always gotta write a book.

PPSS.  Don’t forget to check out the other entries at Cee’s Photography!cffc


Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: The Number One. Oh Yeah, And I’m BAAAAAACK.

I’m back…sort of. I have a very full agenda yet for the month of June – a mini family reunion, a wedding shower, Father’s Day, a funeral, a wedding, and the MRC Bike Ride. But, I miss my blog family and I miss entertaining my tiny masses with weird and funny stories.

I decided the best way to come back is to participate in Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge, and let my photos do the talking. Because, you know, I never have anything to say.

One picture of me holding One bottle of Sam Adams while on my work trip to Boston.

That's MR. Adams to you!

Sam Adams is a LIE!

My last day I was able to take part of the Freedom Trail tour, and learned from the tour guide that Samuel Adams probably never let anyone call him “Sam” (That’s Mr. Adams to you!), wasn’t likely a big beer drinker, and apparently ran his father’s brewery into the ground. I found that a delightful twist of ironic history.

One patient husband, waiting for his wife to come off the delicious drugs ala colonoscopy. I have no idea why I took his picture.

My wife is wasted.

My wife is wasted.

One Grandma Conard white iris.

Good morning, Grandma!

Good morning, Grandma!

Last year, my Cuz-in-Law kindly sent me a package of day lilly and iris bulbs, some of which were descended from irises originally in my grandparents garden (whites and purples). Last spring I planted them down by the pond because we weren’t ready to put anything by the house yet, so we transplanted them this spring next to the house. I didn’t think any of them would even bloom this year so these were a happy surprise.

When my grandmother was a young woman, she became very ill and lost all the pigment in her skin and color in her hair from the trauma. Her pale skin was soft and delicate, very much like the petal of an iris. Despite her complexion, my grandmother was a big, beautiful, strong woman who loved to travel and swim and garden and taught me how to fish with a bamboo fishing pole and she squashed all the spiders in the cottage. Yeah. She was badass. Ironically, if she read that, she would yell at me for swearing.

One very wet bike after one very wet bike ride called the Birky Challenge 67, a ride honoring a fallen police officer whose badge number was 67.

At least it's clean now.

At least it’s clean now.

We were signed up to do the 67 miles, but it was pouring rain that morning so we wussed out and only did 40. That was the longest, wettest, windiest, hilliest 40 miles ever created in the entire history of mankind. In the entire history of the world. The universe, even. At one point, my riding partner asked me “Why didn’t we just do 20?” and I said, “Apparently because we are stupid.”

One pissed off anti-social turtle who just wants to be left alone so she can lay her eggs and read a trashy novel on the beach. This is in no way a reference to me or my current work load because I have a brilliant sun-shiney attitude and love love love the busy season at work.



One memorial tree planting of one dwarf blue spruce, in honor of my sister in law Jen who passes away in March, 2014 (the weekend we moved).

It's the Jen-Tree

It’s the Jen-Tree

We were unable to plant anything last summer, so this was a bit over due. A tough, hardy tree that should adapt well to wherever it’s planted, with soft, kind needles that will offer sanctuary to birds and critters – very much like our Jen.

For more Fun Fotos, all centered on the theme of “One”, head on over to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge

Freakishly Busy Sue

I Have Mono

Ha!  Ok, not really.  I have “mono-tones” though.  As in Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge Colorful Monotones.

“Sue and the Mono-Tones” would be a good name for a band.

This is what happens when I try to write my blog when I’m overtired.  Oh, who am I kidding.  This is how I always am.

On with the photos!

Camouflaged Cuteness

“Duke and the Mono-Tones” would also be a good name for a band.  Just sayin’.

I was trying to capture the water drops on this leaf when I took the picture, but it didn't turn out the way I wanted.  It serves well for a monotone though!

I was trying to capture the water drops on this leaf when I took the picture, but it didn’t turn out the way I wanted. It serves well for a monotone though!

Cloudy Lake Michigan

Cloudy Lake Michigan

Funny – I didn’t think I would have any good photos for this, but turns out I had a few.

Off to fold clothes and then head to bed.  My pillow is going to feel good tonight!

Slap Happy Sue

Biker Babe – Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge

I love my bike.  And biking.  Participating in Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Bikes and Motorcycles literally has me drooling in anticipation.

I had to go thru all my old photos because my bike is in hibernation – 10 degrees just isn’t going to cut it – and looking at all that sunshine and blue sky has me aching for spring and the satisfying sound of clipping into my pedals before a long summer ride.

Oh to have tan lines and a bottle of gatorade waiting in the fridge!

I guess I will just have to be satisfied with these photos for a few more weeks!

Ponies resting in the sun.  Mackinac Island, Sept. 2014

Ponies resting in the sun. Mackinac Island, Sept. 2014

My baby on a chilly fall day.

My baby on a chilly fall day.

Cruising the countryside with my homies.

Cruising the countryside with my homies.  Somehow I didn’t fall off my bike when I took this…

I see a theme here....

I see a theme here….

Well, I’m off to walk Daisy – it’s too cold for Lucky dog, poor guy.  I guess he’ll just have to sit home and suffer while he lays in his sun spot… 🙂

Bikingly yours,

Go Fly A Kite

Man, I’m beat. I’ve been a big crab ass all week and wanted to tell several people to “go fly a kite”. Well, I really wanted to tell them to do something much ruder and much, MUCH, more acrobatic.  I could really use a beach, a beer, a cigarette and a big ole piece of chocolate cake.   Seeing as I won’t be getting any of those things in the near future, I decided to participate in Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge instead.  A huge “thank you” and blog hug to Cee for sponsoring these challenges each week (you should absolutely go check out her site), and thus likely saving me from a life of lung cancer, alcoholism, and sun burn, although I’m too far gone to be saved from chocolate cake.

Interestingly enough, this weeks photo challenge theme is the song, “Let’s Go Fly A Kite” – (You see what I did there?  How I tied that all in?  BOOM!  That’s how it’s done.  Hell yeah.)

With tuppence for paper and strings, You can have your own set of wings, With your feet on the ground, You’re a bird in a flight, With your fist holding tight, To the string of your kite. Oh, oh, oh! Let’s go fly a kite, Up to the highest height! Let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring, Up through the atmosphere, Up where the air is clear, Oh, let’s go fly a kite!

Here are my entries:

Adorable cow kites at Neshota Park's Flags Over Lake Michigan

Adorable cow kites at Neshota Park’s Flags Over Lake Michigan

Flags Over Lake Michigan, Neshota Park

Flags Over Lake Michigan, Neshota Park

Up through the atmosphere!

Up through the atmosphere!

Until next time-

Crabby Sue

PS:  Found some weirdos on the beach…



You Are My Sunshine…

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine.

You make me happy,

When skies are gray!

You’ll never know dear,

How much I love you,

Please don’t take

my sunshine away.

De Pere, WI

I know I promised you all a story today, but I could not resist Cee’s photo challenge this week, as her theme is the chorus from the song, ‘You Are My Sunshine”.

If our family has a ‘song’, this would surely be it.

It’s not like we were the Von Trapp Family Singers or anything.  My mom is seriously the only one who can carry a tune.  The rest of us attract packs of howling dogs and villagers with torches and pitchforks.

But this song – we all sing.  Loudly with gusto and false vibrato, like drunks in a bar, consequences be damned.

We sang it often when I was growing up, my dad especially. He is tone-deaf, and sings everything in pretty much the same monotone bass – except this one, because he always sings it with love.

He sang it to my mom.  He sang it to us kids.  We sang it back.

My favorite memory is of all of us singing it together in the old blue station wagon on the way to the lake.  This was back when kids didn’t need to be in seat belts, and my older sisters were sitting in the back seat, and my brother and I were in what was known as the “way back”.  We were flying down Pines Road – the last paved road before getting to the cottage – and we were pretty jacked up.


Now, Pines Road had a few small hills in it and was famous for one in particular.  The Belly Catcher.


We hit the belly-catcher hill at top speed, my sisters’ butts lifting off their seats with the g-force and my brother and I airborne in the back”




We grew up and moved away but the singing didn’t stop.  We sang it in our own families, with our own children.  And now they sing it to theirs.  But no matter which of us is singing, my heart always hears it in my dad’s growly bass.

So here, in honor of my dad, my mom and the rest of my family, is my interpretation of “You are my sunshine”, in photographs:


You are my sunshine…

My only sunshine...

My only sunshine…

You make me happy...

You make me happy…

When skies are gray...

When skies are gray…

You'll never know dear...

You’ll never know dear…

How much I love you...

How much I love you…

Please don't take my sunshine away.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

For more fun entries, visit Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge!

Keep singing!

And The Answer Is…

Just thought I would let you all know what my picture is from Cee’s Fun Foto and Oddball Challenge:

I think it’s an aerator.  But to be honest, I’m really not sure.  I tried to google lake aerators, and nothing like this shows up.  So maybe it’s something else?? Anyone?  Bueller?

Here it is in black and white:

Aerator or convenient place to hide a body?  You decide!

Aerator or convenient place to hide a body? You decide!

Until tomorrow…


Cee’s Fun Oddly Industrial Foto Challenge


This week, I am mixing my challenges together for one supreme entry!

Below is something both oddball and industrial, so this is my single entry for two of Cee’s photo challenges – Fun Foto and Odd Ball.  Maybe I should have made it in black and white and then I could have added it to three of them!  You know, I just tried it in black and white and it looks kind of cool….

Anyway, here is my entry – this was taken a couple of summers ago at one of our small local lakes.

Lily Lake, WI


I think I know what it is, but if anyone wants to take a stab at it’s true identity, let me know in the comments!  Be sure to check out the other entries by clicking here and here.

Meanwhile, I will be snuggled under a few blankets, dreaming about this warm summer day.


Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Cities and City Structures

Here are my entries for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge:  Cities and City Structures

I travel to Boston once in a while for work, and these are shots taken from a couple of those trips.  Lately, I have been trying to only submit one or two photos for these challenges but this time, I am submitting four of them (gasp!).  I couldn’t decide which I liked better, and I had some fun editing them.  I hope you enjoy them!

Street art mural taken in Chinatown, Boston.

Chinatown, Boston

New England Holocaust Memorial.  The numbers you see etched in the glass are serial numbers of those murdered in the death camps.

New England Holocaust Memorial

“At first the bodies weren’t burned; they were buried.
In January, 1944, we were forced to dig up the bodies so they could be burned.
When the last mass grave was opened, I recognized my whole family – my mother, my sisters and their kids. They were all in there.”
– Motke Zaidl – Holocaust Survivor

This is a picture of the financial district.  The jumbled, narrow streets mixed with pre-revolutionary buildings and modern skyscrapers gave me the feeling I was walking in two centuries at the same time.


And finally, a midnight stroll thru Faneuil Hall Square.

Faneuil Hall Square

For more entries, hop on over to Cee’s Photography!

Now I’m off to walk the dogs and get ready to see The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies.  Eeeeeeee!


PS.  All photos edited using iPhoto or Picmonkey.  I really need to get my own photo editing software.  Any ideas for something with a lot of features but an easy learning curve?

PPS.  No cake was harmed in the editing of these photos.



Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Abandoned Buildings Or Barns

Here are my entries this week for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge:  Abandoned Buildings or Barns.

Abandoned settlers buildings along the Roaring Fork Motor Trail in the Smoky Mountains

Abandoned settlers buildings along the Roaring Fork Motor Trail in the Smoky Mountains

Roaring Fork cabin from the inside.  Smoky Mountains, TN

Roaring Fork cabin from the inside. Smoky Mountains, TN

I walked past this old barn all summer.  I especially love how it looks when the late rays of the setting sun hit it.  I tried to capture that in this photo

I walked past this old barn all summer. I especially love how it looks when the late rays of the setting sun hit it. I tried to capture that in this photo