This post is just a quick shout out to my bearded Yooper....like the majority of the Yooper men I have met and seen up here, he is a very hard working man. In the summer he works 12-14 hours, wrenching and coming home black from fingertips to biceps, smelling like a can of 90 weight (on a good day). And every time he walks through the door, I kiss him. Filthy or clean, he gets a kiss. Crabby and bitching, he gets a kiss. Every morning, he gets a kiss (ok except those mornings when he flies out the door and forgets, eh hem....by the way honey, you owe me two...I add interest). I have no reason to not kiss him when he is crabby when he comes home. I know he isn't crabby at me. Ok so even when he might be crabby at me, I think I still sneak kisses in. You have to. Why not? Why go to bed angry? Why bring work troubles home and vice versa?
My Yooper introduced me to this beautiful place and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't peek a glimpse of the lake and appreciate it. I went out with my friends in Green Bay the other weekend and one was asking what's been up in my life and I had nothing to report. NOTHING. No drama. No arguments with the old man. No financial troubles. No car troubles (because my old man fixes them right away thanks to his most superior mechanical skills). No kid drama. Nothing. Everything is good. Everything is happy. And I am SO loving it! Who the hell knew that moving to North shore of America where it is cold 9 months out of the year....where Winter comes in abundance and sometimes with a vengeance, where my love lives, where my heart belongs, who the hell knew that this was where I was going to find happiness. It's funny how life works out. One of my biggest fears is losing it all. Almost seams too good to be true.
Funnies - when boyfriend slips and calls himself your husband...funnier - when his mom slips and calls you his wife. <3 Ahhhhh. If only, lmao. :-) Gives this girl a big ego to know that his parents like me enough and believe I am even remotely good enough to be their sons wife. What a compliment from them.
Ok, enough mushy babbling. I guess I just wanted to point out that there is love in the U.P. - love love love - maybe Valentine's Day is getting to me this year - I am a Valentine's Day girl, I do love the hearts and flowers and mushies that go along with it. It is not required by any means, but what girl does not love to be romanced. We are going out to eat this weekend, no clue where. We have done the Vierling a few times lately so we won't go there (don't get me wrong, I love them, just time to change a bit). We will see. Maybe we will just get in the car and go. See where we end up. Maybe dinner at the lake. LOL. :-)
Find your Valentine this weekend. If you really don't have one, I will be your Valentine. Just remember, I love those little conversation sweetheart candies, my favorite, and Donkers chocolates. You can drop em off at the HBA office on Front street. LOL!! Just kidding. Love yourself!
Happy Valentine's Day - Happy Winter - Happy falling in love. Shout out to my bearded Yooper - I love you more than you will ever know. I don't give at damn about the garage full of tools and car parts and small machines, I don't care about the vehicles in the driveway (as long as they are not Chevy's), I don't care that you grow your beard 70% of the year. I think your beard is hot and I think your dimples underneath are hot. I am still excited every time you come home from work. I still get butterflies when you grab me and kiss me. I still love your smile. I still love dancing with you. I still love looking at the lake with you. Woogeyman.
To the ends of the earth..and then to Ish. xoxoxoxox
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