number four on my aforementioned list— check.
One of the things I love about our city is tourist season. Duluth’s Canal Park is buzzing with out of towners from about May thru October each year. The other day I somehow talked freckle faced husband into antiquing in Canal Park with me but alas! the antique store I wanted to go to closed at 5! in the midst of tourist season! and it was 5:10!
So instead of antiquing, Mike and I grabbed a smoked salmon sandwich and a coke (doesn’t coke taste better in a glass bottle?), sat outside, and people watched. And then we decided to pretend we were said tourists and wandered from shop to shop. And that husband of mine was this close to buying a Rick Allen print, but I talked some sense into him just in the nick of time.
I have so much love for this small city on a big lake.
there is a curl clump that refuses to live anywhere but in the middle of my forehead. and you know what H. W. Longfellow had to say about girls like us:
I’m not very serious on my blog. Maybe it’s because my life is all rainbows and marshmallow fluff and embarrassing moments so I don’t have anything serious to talk about.
Nope, that’s not it.
Maybe it’s because life is hard. Life is hard and complicated and because it is, I want a safe place I can go to where things aren’t hard. But the truth is, you guys don’t know me. Not the real me. You know that I love my husband and that I have a knack of getting myself into scrapes and that I hate my hands, but that doesn’t mean you know the real me. You don’t know that I have been on anxiety medication since I was 14. Or that I grew up with an alcoholic father (who is, to this day, the strongest man I know). You don’t know the some of the amazing people in my life who I’ve lost. You don’t know how fiercely loyal I am to the people that matter most to me. And while I’m not ready to share all the deepest things in my heart (some of those things are just between me and God), I am ready to share a little. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but bits and pieces when I’m ready. Not because I want pity, not because I want attention (which must be SHOCKING to you, I’m sure), but because if some one can relate to me, if I can let another person know that they’re not alone, then it will have been worth it. We were never promised an easy life. But we were promised that we’d never have to do it alone. And for that, I sure am thankful.
Remember that time I walked into the ladies room and tripped over my own fat foot and almost cracked my skull on the toilet bowl?
IS THIS REAL LIFE?
I know I’ve been unforgivably M.I.A. There’s been a lot going on. And frankly, you guys aren’t interested in hearing about how all I’ve been doing is working and complaining about the heat, are you? I didn’t think so.
I don’t even have an actual post for you today, because remember this? Yeah, we’re totally doing that again this weekend. So you’ll just have to wait to hear about tonight’s date with Blake Shelton until next week. Smell ya later!