So there is something to be said about living somewhere where nobody knows your name. No, I'm not in that bar in Boston. I'm still in Ishpeming. And I kind of love it.
I stopped at Phil for the first time today. Or Thils. :-) got some fresh fish for dinner. Went to the gas station and the grocery store. And no one knew who I was anywhere. How awesome is that. Not a care in the world because I am one of those people anyhow who doesn't give a damn what others think. I was getting stared at today by the senior generation of the opposite sex. Watch out honey. Hahaha
Off to make baked fish, steamed garlic red taters, salad, fresh steamed green beans, and I am sure I'll find something else to make.
Loving da Yoop. Xoxox
This is my life. My perspective on all things yooper. My opinions. My experiences. Because this, this beautiful, cold, snowy, mosquito infested little piece of heaven up here is where I will be the rest of my life, Lord help me. I will never BE a Yooper. I will leave that to the professionals. But I am madly in love with one, so I have to learn to live in their territory. Some days are breathtaking and some days those breaths are full of swear words...if you get offended, go back South.
Hey newbie:
If you are new to my blog, please scroll down and start from the bottom, at The Backstory. Enjoy!
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