Thoughts on my mind this morning....

I was laying in bed this morning, wide awake. Thinking. Thinking that it will be one year next week that Tony added me on Facebook. A YEAR. And now look. I am living in Ishpeming, Michigan among the Yoopers. Would I change anything? God no. We are not like an old married couple, not yet. Lol. But we are very comfortable with each other, we are very happy, very in love, and doing great. We kiss every morning and every night and lots in between. I don't tell him I love him enough. I don't think it can ever be enough. One day that special person will be gone. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like him. I don't know what I did to deserve to live in a beautiful place like this. Whatever it was, I am glad someone took notice. So I wanted to share that it has been a year that he came back into my life. A whole year. Since then I have quit my job, lived in two houses in Green Bay and now live up in the U.P. Who ever would have thought? It is times like these I am grateful for everything I have, even if it isn't much in material things, I am one of the richest people I know. I have him in my life, I have my kids, and his, who I treat like my own. I have a heart full of love. I have awesome people in my life and I live by one of the most beautiful lakes in the world. SO ya, my thoughts were of us, a year ago. My first contact with him after 24 years. My first drive up here. Our first hug. Our first kiss (that is another whole blog all together wow), my first weekend up here. And the progression and growth of our relationship. We have respect, we have trust, we give each other our own space, we act like kids, we dance, we goof around, we still go out on 'dates' out to eat or something, we have movie nights, we sit and just talk, we cry together. We live. See, it is possible for a Cheesehead and a Yooper to live together happily. He is my happily ever after. Ok, enough being sappy. I just had to share my thoughts. Not necessarily a Yooper post, but they were my thoughts and this is MY blog, lol. So I can share what I like. If you have someone close to you - your significant other, your spouse......that you haven't said I love you to lately....catch up on that. (Only if it's true please, lol. Don't ever say it if you don't mean it). Someday you will wish you had. Even a parent or child. :-) OK OK OK ENOUGH being sappy today!!! Time to get motivated today. Maybe. Until next time - S

A Yooper Prayer.....and stuff

I FOUND THIS IN A FRAME AT A YARD SALE FOR A QUARTER. HAD TO BUY IT. IT NOW SITS ON A SHELF IN OUR KITCHEN. A YOOPER PRAYER Lord, thank you for this beautiful peninsula, and the deserving people you have chosen to live here. Thank you for pasties, 4x4's, cable TV, snow blowers, and The Porkies. Lord, help me to accept your grace in January when my pipes are frozen, the car battery is dead, it snowed 20 inches last night, and the plow just went by. And please, help me to understand your love of Yoopers this July when everyone smells like bug dope, the sun hasn't been seen in weeks, and the furnace has kicked on every night. Lord, because we are your chosen people, you give us all that we deserve. Amen...Eh? Now this does not pertain to me, as I am NOT a Yooper, but it is great, isn't it? I thought so, and for 25 cents, you can't go wrong. Speaking of 25 cents - going to rummage sales I think is a thing up here. If you advertise and post it, people will flock. If you build it, they will come. So apparently I moved to the perfect place because I LOVE going to rummage sales and auctions. One person's junk is another mans treasure is such a cliché but it is so true. And I have a boyfriend who likes going to them as well! I have found some very good deals at yard sales. A few weeks ago, I found an $60 Cardhardt sweatshirt for a buck. Now brown clothes are like THE thing to wear up here. Don't worry about American Eagle or Ambercrombie, Hollister or Nike, Rock Star or anything else. If you have Cardhardt on, your brown clothes, you will fit in just about anywhere. When the Yoopers up here go out to eat, they wear their CLEAN brown clothes, the ones with no holes, no stains. Those are the Sunday best. It's true. I live with one. A new experience yesterday - I got to try a real Cudighi. Go back to the Food blog or Yooperisms if you don't remember what that is. So We went down Hwy 41 to Lawry's. A little tiny place that has pasties, cudighi and pizza. And a side counter/shelf with all things Yooper. I ordered a pizza Cudighi. We took them home, as we had rented some movies. They are HUGE sandwiches from this place. It was like a giant sub filled with meat and sauce and cheese. It was yummy. Not OMG I will eat one of these every day, because it is kind of spicy, and I don't care for spicy, but it was yummy. I could only eat half though. Tony's son graciously ate the rest. The sun is shining this morning up here in Ishpeming, not much of a breeze, it is actually a beautiful day out. A good day to be outside doing something or down by the lake enjoying it while we can. But I am guessing I will be inside most of the day, doing dishes or laundry or something I think just has to get gone. Enjoy your Sunday. If you are working hard today - like Spring cleaning or chores - take an hour or two out of your day to spend with your family or loved ones. Kids, significant others, spouses. Days together don't come very often. And you don't know when that someone or those someone's will be taken away from you. Enjoy it while you can. The laundry, the dishes, they can wait another day. No one will notice. Until something else pops in my head that I think I need to share...take it easy. If it's easy, take two but don't get greedy. Loving the sunshine - ~Sarah

Food!

Who doesn't love food right? Well, here are a few of my favorite places since I have been here. In no order. 1. The Vierling in Marquette on Front Street. I LOVE French Onion Soup. This is by FAR - THE BEST French Onion soup I have ever had. You get a ton of cheese and bread and omg just yum. A must try. They have a drink there as well that is hot apple cider and Captain Morgan's. YUM. Not sure what it was called but it was delish. 2. LSP - Lake Superior Pizza. Read about it in previous post. Enough said. The rolls - ooey, gooey,yummyness.... the subs - the bread is super soft and amazing but a large is like a whole damn loaf of bread I swear. I can only eat half and I always forget that. So Tony always gets the other half. My large turkey sub is only $6.25.... it is all amazing and cheap. Love this place. 12" pizza rolls for the boys. yep. 3. Jean Kay's Deli. A local deli that apparently has some of the best pasties around. I get either a turkey breast sub or a gyro. Their Gyros are to die for. I am a fan of this place for good. One day I will try their pasties just to say I did. I will have to bring one of the boys along just in case I am not a fan of the lovable pasty, I have someone to pass it off to. 4. Aubree's Pizzaria and Grill - we stopped here by accident. I ended up ordering Fish tacos and they were AMAZING. Heatherlee and Tony had some bacon macaroni and cheese and they liked it. Not OMG amazing but they liked it. For desert we had some cookie dough inside a tortilla shell fried thing with ice cream and OMG, explosion in your mouth. Sorry I say OMG a lot. I feel like a teenager. In good old Yooper terms: Holy Wah. It was that yummy. The three of us shared it. 5. Our home. Because with fresh veggies, a little of this, a little of that, a good recipe, good company, good conversation - everything made with love - it is always a favorite place to be. Stop in sometime....maybe there will be something in the oven.... I have a plan to try a bunch of new and different places. There have been other places we have tried and the food was ok or good but not something we are dying to go back to. The Port Side Inn had good food. I ordered the wrong kind of fish so I did not care for mine but that was my fault in my ordering, not theirs. The atmosphere was good, a nice place, service was great. The Supper Club on 41 in between Ish and M95, why can't I remember the name, lol. We went there for a buffet on a Friday night. Not too bad but there was not a lot of stuff on the buffet and the batter on the fish was chewy and hard - had been sitting for a while. It was not busy at all. Customer service was very good. Drinks went down good. The little 95 tavern and grill - they no longer have a grill but they have pizzas and they were good. Thin crust and the crust was done a little crunchy, I am more of a deep dish or hand tossed kinda gal but the pizza was great. Bartender was great, service was awesome. They have a nice back patio with a nice view for us smokers. A nice little bar to swing into if you are thirsty. They have little shot glasses that look like baby Mason jars. I must have some one day. :-) That's all for now, end of my writing today. It is Friday, enjoy your weekend, it is June in a few days. Summer if officially here for most of us. And it will go by faster than you know it. If you have heard of a great place to eat up here, send me a message. I will drag Tony along and we can go check it out and I will report back. Have a great weekend! S

Lunch at the Lake

I got to Marquette early today, not really planned, went and saw Tony for lunch. I like to do that sometimes. Go say hi. Give him smooches at lunch. Went to 2 job interviews, they went well. Grabbed lunch at LSP - Lake Superior Pizza. It is this little tiny building on Lincoln Ave - you walk in and there is a very small counter. No place to sit, you just order. They have AMAZING pizza rolls. Think of Tostinos Pizza Rolls, life size, like hot pocket/sandwich sized, and tasting much better. They are full of ooey gooey cheesy deliciousness. I stopped there for lunch, grabbed a turkey breast sub instead - trying to consciously watch what I eat and also since I drop everything when I eat, did not want to get pizza sauce on my blouse before heading to the second interview. I went to the Lake to eat, out by Rip Tide Rock. There were the usual people there sitting in the parking lot. I wonder what they do in their cars. Some read. Some may write, like I do. Some - a lot - are on their phones. Some just sit and think. I do that out there a lot. The lake was still today, yet the waterbed like smoothness made her very alive, just rippling. The current was strong. The flags were up, warning the public that the waters were closed for their access. The buoys were bobbing around crazy, like someone doing the Yooper Mosquito Dance - this way and that way...up and down, side to side...They reminded me of life-sized bobbers floating on a giant pond.... It's a good thing the waters were closed because I am pretty sure the lake was probably 30 degrees. I could be off but it sounds good. Lake Superior is very, very cold. The garbage geese were plentiful - swooping and diving - nosing around the parking lot, hoping for some poor sucker to toss out a morsel or scrap - DO NOT do that. Just FYI. My son and I learned at the beach in Two Rivers what feeding seagulls does. If you don't know, try it once. Guard yourselves. People get out of their cars to take pictures of the lake, daring to walk down on the rocks just a little bit. The birds squawk at them. One bird swoops down lower towards my car. Then lower. Then he lands. On my hood. -_- Really? you are going to try to stare me down as I eat my sandwich? His eye had a bright red ring around it. Very colorful. Windows closed. Before him and his laser beam eye decided to fly in my window and take a bite. I stared back. I took another bite while holding his gaze. I win. You are not getting my LSP sub. I feel like I am in a Stephen King version of The Birds. My lunch companion flew away before I could snap his picture and Facebook his ass. That's right. Go find your own sammich. Or a pasty or something. Can you imagine if you had wings and you could fly over Lake Superior? How amazing that would be. I noticed there was a ship in at the Ore Dock so I turned on the car and headed that way. There is another parking lot right by the Ore Dock so I pulled in. The Kaye E. Barker was docked there. I wish I had a telescope so I could see everything up close and personal. There is where I would love to work. With the ships. I got to see the full production today. The giant arms coming down from the Ore Dock to the ship. They creaked and groaned - like a Transformer waking up. The giant shaft that looked like an elevator or something? Moving back and forth. And the iron ore, sliding, shooting down the arms into the ship. It was quite a site. Very neat how they do it. I noticed I was not the only interested person watching this. I looked at the clock, back out at the lake - time to go. As I turned the car around to shoot back up Lakeshore Drive - I saw the sky - a big dark raincloud coming in. A typical day up here. Rain over here, nothing over there..... Til next time... Keep your toes in the water and your ass in the sand. ~Sarah

Yooperisms

So, the people up here, Yoopers, have a language all of their own. If you find someone who has been here a while or an actual native Yooper, they actually DO end most of their sentences with Eh. It's true. When people mock and say Ya der eh....yes, some of them do talk like that. There are words and slang up here like any other place, that have special meanings up here...so let me fill ya in on a few things Yooper.... YOOPER - a native to the Upper Peninsula. They say if you move up here, you are not a Yooper until you have survived 7 winters. It seems I have a long way to go. Yooper is in the dictionary and on Wikipedia, look it up if you are so inclined. If you live under the bridge - they are called Trolls. Self explanatory. YOOPER CHOOK/CHUKE - a hat. See http://www.yooperchook.com/. I must own one. Just because I am not a Yooper. They have a webpage which means I can buy it online. I am sure if I looked close to home, there is a shop somewhere here that sells them. Probably at The Trap. See next. Pronounced CHOOK like BOOK or CHUKE like PUKE. DA YOOPER TOURIST TRAP - This is a large gift store. It is home to the world's largest operating chainsaw, BIG GUS, a giant larger than life rifle, some other neat things. The gift shop itself has every single touristy gift and souvenir you can think of. And they have webpage, you can shop online. Not all of it is Yooper stuff or U.P. stuff, just the majority. And a lot of fun. Even though I live here, I still stop there when the need arises. They really have some neat things in there. And they have the rock shop next door, with all of your native minerals and rocks, pretty cool to see. To read a little more about it, visit http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/10890 - you can even see a short video of Big Gus running. To shop - and it's worth taking a peek - http://dayoopers.com/catalog.html. Oh, and by the way, those songs you hear by 'Da Yoopers' - The Second Week of Deer Camp, Rusty Chevrolet - The leader of that band owns the Tourist Trap. Yes, there are Yooper celebrities even in Ishpeming. Pasty - Looks like a giant hot pocket. It is a native thing up here, Finnish, a crust filled with meat and potato or rutabaga....I am not really sure what all is in them. I had one a year or so ago, not from up here, from a place down in Green Bay claiming to make real U.P. pasties. It was bland and eh. Then I was told to cover it in ketchup. Eh it was still just ok. So I still want to try one up here to see if they are any different. It will be on my plate someday at Jean Kays, I hear theirs are the talk of the town. Anyhow, It is pronounced PASTEE - NOT Paste-eee. Short A. The long A pasty are the little things with tassels that go on your boobs. I have yet to see them up here but I am sure I will stumble upon them somewhere. CANUCKS - Canadians CHEESEHEADS - native of Wisconsin - that would be me and proud of it! CUDIGHI - (Pronounced KOOD-IG-HEE) A spicy meat/hamburger mixture up here that is famous in Yooperland. Everyone has their own recipe apparently. I have tried it once and it was too spicy for me. I will try it again someday I am sure. In fact, I have some thawing in the fridge right now from about 2013, lol. Maybe I will fix it up nice and feed it to the boys... TROLL - persons living under the big bridge ISH - short for Ishpeming DA SOO - short for sault St. Marie MITTEN - not something you wear on your hands. It is lower Michigan. You have the U.P. and you have the Mitten. Two very different places. DREADED DASH OF DEATH - I just found this one online - it was described as trying to cross US41 and not get killed by a Boss beer truck. I know the feeling, as I live on the opposite side of the highway from the Trap and to get into Ish or to Marquette, we have to cross highway 41, turn left. It is quite a mad suicide ride. You have to find the right moment to go and if you don't, you can be sitting there for sometime. Or you can pull out into the suicide lane and sit there, hoping none of the big Van Damme trains whizzing by are being driven by an all night sleepy driver. HOLY WAH - A Yooper term, meaning Holy Shit. I thought only Tony said it. Nope. It's listed online as a Yooperism. OMG. LOL. I can't say I have never said it. That would be a lie. But it is only called for on special occasions. KROMER - The Yooper hat with ears. I call them Elmer Fudd hats. They are made in Milwaukee, WI. 906 - This is something sacrilegious to Yoopers. If you are a Yooper and proud of it, you have to have a 906 area code. It's just a thing. Don't ask. THE SENEY STRETCH - 18 mile stretch of M-28 from Seney to Shingleton. Lots of trees, not much else. SNOW COW - Moose SWAMPERS - rubber boots worn in mud season (Spring). Not winter boots. TRENARY TOAST - A very popular hard cinnamon toast, dunked in coffee or tea. I did try it once, did not care for it, as I tried it plain, no coffee, no tea, I don't drink either, so my loss I guess. Not only a native thing but a touristy thing as well. FUDGIE - A tourist that goes to Mackinaw just for fudge A MICHIGAN LEFT - So, up here there is a lack of traffic lights. Instead, you turn right onto a street and then take an immediate left (U Turn) at the next crossover. It drives me nuts sometimes and I always forget about them. ELMER AHO - Elmer is a legend of his own kind. He is the host of American Country Gold on 103.3 every Saturday night and he plays every request he gets when he can fit them in. That's all of my Yooperisms for now. I am sure I will be able to add more as time goes on. I have decided I will never get an accent and never talk "Yooper" but Tony disagrees with me. I still think he should put a friendly wager on this.... :-) Until next time - A Cheesehead living in a Yooperland.... ~S

A little housekeeping

Just a quick note, while you are on my page reading about my life up here in the great white north.....check out the little things on the sides and bottom of the page. I will be trying to add stuff and keep up daily. Maybe not daily, but for sure more than once or twice a week. My lists of things I love and don't love may continue to grow and change. If there are lists or things you want to see....let me know and I will try to get them on there! Thanks for reading!! FEEL FREE to share on Facebook or any of your social media pages! Tell your friends, tell your mom, tell your pets! The more followers and readers the better! Got a question about the U.P.? Ask, I will post your question and give you what I can think of for an answer! Or I will find a professional Yooper and see what they say....

Up here, the weatherman is always wrong....

A little about the weather up here. Everyone's comments were always 'Do you know how much it snows up here?' Yes. Yes I do. I don't necessarily like it and I have not seen it terribly bad yet but I have no doubt some day, I will be snowed in. And just amazed at how much of a white blanket can bury shit. So the title of this post is that up here, the weather man is always wrong. I say that because the weather changes SO fast, it is really uncanny and weird sometimes. Scary even. We have had sunshine, pouring down rain, snow and hail all in the same day. I am sure other places have too, I am not saying UP HERE the weather can't make up it's mind. I know it is like that a lot in Green Bay too. I am saying UP HERE, it happens a little faster because of the lake front. Storms roll in a little faster, the wind blows a little harder - and if you are unlucky when it starts blowing that hard and you are driving, don't count on ever seeing anything. Slow down, put your hazards on, and stick to the right. I am still learning this part, the whole stay in the right lane thing. Sheesh. So last October or November, it snowed. It snowed for days, just over 3 feet. Tony had cleared a path from his back door to where the cars are parked. When I pulled up, holy Christ. It was like a mini wall of snow. I walked through this path and it was well over my knees. Oh boy. I bought new winter boots after that. Still have not had the chance to actually wear them in the snow up here, but I am sure this winter, I will. There are no sidewalks in the winter up here in Ishpeming. No winter parking, which is normal, but the plows plow right over the sidewalks. The curbs are worn down from the plows. The people up here shovel the best they can so they can park and get the vehicles in and out, so they can get their mail and just get in and out of their house. People walk down the street, not on the sidewalks. Four wheelers run legally down the street, helmets on of course. It's a slower pace up here and it is all normal. In the winter, you do what you have to do in the winter. There are even yooper size shovels. I can't remember exactly what they are called but they are here. And roof rakes so they can pull the snow off the roof because there is so much of it. And I moved up here willingly...... So ya, the lake up here helps the weather change in the blink of an eye. The elevation change from Marquette (15-20 minutes away) to Ishpeming is quite substantial and the weather pattern is very different in those 20 minutes. It can be light fluffy rain (snow) down in Marquette but in Ish, it can be blowing like crazy with no visibility. That's the lake for you. She wastes no time showing her true emotions to people. This is her land, she will act how she pleases. I am trying to figure out how to post pictures on my posts because I have a lot to share! Tune in soon for more U.P. life.....the weather this morning is fine..overcast and a little breezy. I have job interviews today so I am hoping the rain stays away. I may have to actually invest in an umbrella someday....Yooper sized. XOXOXO Until next time - Not a Yooper - Sarah

The Backstory. Why in the HELL did I move to the end of the earth?

I get asked that ALL of the time. Every time I meet someone new. Every job interview. Every time I talk to someone I have not talked to in a long ass time. Why did you move UP THERE? It usually comes with this look of shock or horror on their face, like I just moved into the middle of Sahara, or up to the North Pole (may as well have), or to a far off jungle somewhere. Well, I am going to tell you why. For a boy. Quit my job, lost my marbles and moved everything I owned three hours north of Green Bay, Wisconsin - where I lived - to a little town called Ishpeming...all for a boy.

Ishpe-What?? That is what I said when he told me he lived there and was never leaving. Sigh. This was when the voices in my head, my head and heart pulled out their light sabers and started fighting with each other. But you love him. But you have no job up there and you know no one. But who cares you love him. Guess who won? That girl in pink...in lace...the emotional, romantic one that thinks with her heart? That girl won. It didn't take long.

So, the story goes like this. As a freshman in high school, I met a boy. A boy in my English class who I had a HUGE crush on. I never told him. We became good friends. We would go for walks and talk a lot. We hung out with different crowds. The crowd I hung out with tended to be the smoking, drinking, not going to school type and I got into some trouble here and there. This boy, Anthony, he never judged me. He never looked down on me for the stupid mistakes I made. Ok maybe when I dated a certain loser, he may have a little.....we don't talk about that anymore. I never asked Tony out, I was deathly afraid he would say no. I didn't know he liked me too. He never told me and maybe I was just too dumb to see the signs. I wish I could remember why....why I never asked him. I never would have just randomly chose this loser guy over TOny back then unless there was a reason...but I have no clue, I don't remember. Anyhow, my folks were in the middle of a custody battle and I was sent overseas to live with my father and evil stepmother. My dad was in the military. My brother and I. It was hell. Tony and I wrote to each other here and there. After three years, I came back. Somehow, Tony and I got together and started dating. We had a whirlwind summer romance. We were kind of inseparable, we went everywhere together, we could not keep our hands off each other. We were 16-17 years old and I was in love. He had these eyes that were either bright blue and just WOW or they were a dark stormy blue gray and ...oh my....and he could look right through me. He could read me like a book then and he still can today. Those eyes...no one has ever had those eyes....he had this swagger when he walked, well, he still has it. He was just....oh hell...he was mine. He was my everything as a young girl. I told myself that I was going to be with him for a long long time. Think of 'The Notebook' here...ya, it was like that. Well, as teenage love goes, that did not happen. My dad got stationed down in southern Illinois and Tony stayed up in Wisconsin. We were about 8 hours apart. He came to visit once. We lost touch again. After graduation, I moved back to Berlin, WI. Life moved forward. I went to his house once, but was too afraid to knock on the door. I met someone, had a daughter. Tony came to visit again. Emotions and feelings got all stirred up. And he left.

That was 24 years ago. Last June....June 7 to be exact, I received a notification on Facebook saying he had sent me a friend request. My jaw hit the floor. I had searched for him here and there. I had hoped he would resurface, just so I knew he was ok, so I knew he was alive and living and ok. I thought about him. And here he was. I accepted his request. I was like a damn school girl all over again. It was really him. My unicorn. (For those simple minded folks - unicorns are a fantasy creature in a little girls head and do not exist except in their dreams...he was my unicorn...but he was real).I had been married twice and was on my second divorce. He had been married for 17 years and was just getting into his divorce. We had a lot of hurt and pain to share with each other. There were a lot of late night phone calls and texting and Facebook conversations. The emotions were awake. They were loud and screaming. They told me to drive north and go see him. So I did. To this 'Ishpeming' place. I had never heard of it. I did not know a THING about the Upper Peninsula except that is where Yoopers lived, LOL. I didn't know anything about the land, the people, the food, the lake, the goddamn giant bugs, or anything else. I just knew that was where HE lived. And I was bound and determined to go see him, come hell or high water. So I drove. Three hours north. The whole drive I was telling myself ' You are crazy, turn the fuck around, what are you doing' while the girl in pink up in my head was saying 'Oh helllll no don't you dare, you keep on driving'.....so I drove.

I pulled up in front of his house. I think I had smoked half a pack of smokes on the way up at least. I pulled up. I turned the car off. There he was. Sitting on his front porch. Oh hell. No turning back now. He got up off of his chair on his porch and started walking my direction. I had actually made myself get out of the car and cross the street. He still had that swagger. Oh holy hell. Oh good, he had sunglasses on, whew. We met each other on the sidewalk and gave each other a hug. He whispered that I still had my sunglasses on and I whispered back so do you. So we both took them off. And that was that. Those eyes. There he was. It was HIM. The same him. A little older, a little more broken down from a hard life of shit, and I am sure mine were too, but he was there. I gave him a bigger, tighter hug. I didn't want to let go. My unicorn. He was real. My heart was screaming so hard and so loud it hurt.

After that visit, I drove up as much as I could. Every other weekend, when I didn't have my son and on my days off. We got to know each other all over again. It was on his front porch - the front porch where we talked, where we smoked....it was on that porch that I realized I was in love with him again. And it scared the living hell out of me. But it was so exciting at the same time. I don't remember the exact moment I decided it, but I was in Green Bay. I sent him a text. I told him I was moving to Ishpeming. He was scared. He was excited. He had admitted he had fallen in love with me on the back porch. LOL. Damn porches. I miss them.

The next few months were a blur of job hunting, house hunting and A LOT of driving. I had brought my son up to meet him and his son. They got along great, thank God. He met my daughter over Christmas. Everything was going good. So I quit my job. Just like that. I had no where to live up here and no job to go to. I quit my job, moved in with my best friend for a couple of months and I moved to Ishpeming, Michigan. Just past the end of the earth. And life is happy. Coming soon....the Lake, the Yooper bugs...the food, the scenery, the Yooper Trap...I will tell you about it all. For now, you get my WHY. Why a crazy girl gives up her life as she knows it, a good job, friends....to move to a faraway cold land.....lol...for a boy. I tell him all of the time that I love him to the ends of the earth, and then to Ishpeming. And I do. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for that man. Sometimes I realize how much I love him and it makes me emotional. He is my woogy. xoxox

So there you have it. That's why I moved.