I Will Run For Food
TBT

Today would have been my dad’s 69th birthday. Happy Birthday daddy. I miss you.

TBT

Today would have been my dad’s 69th birthday. Happy Birthday daddy. I miss you.

Little Mister the hubby and I were invited to a wonderful dinner at a fellow tumblrs house this evening.

I didn’t want to go empty handed, so I made cranberry orange bread and apple butter to bring as a gift.

I was pretty pleased with my decision to wrap the bread in a linen kitchen towel. This may be one of the cutest, craftiest things I’ve ever done.

I just realized that I’ve never put this out there, but if you’d like to see more pictures of my kid, my cats and my food you can find me on Instagram at runsforfood. I need to follow more folks so I’ll reciprocate.

I celebrated my 4th wedding anniversary, by getting some new ink on my left foot. 

I found this in a letter that my dad had written to me back in 1996. I was gone all summer touring with a drum corps and this was how he closed the letter. 

The birds have a triple layer of meaning for me. They represent my dad, mom and I and our little family of three. They also represent my current immediate family of Nick, myself and little mister. And lastly they represent my grandma, grandpa and dad who have passed on. 

Not a bad way to spend an anniversary. A little pain, some tears of remembrance, a delicious dinner and some kid-free time with my husband.

I celebrated my 4th wedding anniversary, by getting some new ink on my left foot.

I found this in a letter that my dad had written to me back in 1996. I was gone all summer touring with a drum corps and this was how he closed the letter.

The birds have a triple layer of meaning for me. They represent my dad, mom and I and our little family of three. They also represent my current immediate family of Nick, myself and little mister. And lastly they represent my grandma, grandpa and dad who have passed on.

Not a bad way to spend an anniversary. A little pain, some tears of remembrance, a delicious dinner and some kid-free time with my husband.

This is hands down, the most swag I’ve ever gotten from a race. 

Now to figure out when I’m going to beat the blerch!

This is hands down, the most swag I’ve ever gotten from a race.

Now to figure out when I’m going to beat the blerch!

I think someone is glad we’re home.

I think someone is glad we’re home.

Vacation: 48-72 hrs.

The Worlds best donuts (allegedly)

Grand Marais harbor

Artists Point

Superior Hiking Trail with a 30 lb. (crying) toddler on your back.

All the stairs just to see a waterfall (176 to be exact).

Betty’s Pies. A north shore must do.

Interesting article. We should teach our children that being active is a way of life. Not just a way to look attractive or fit into an item of clothing.

Vacation: 24-48 hrs.

Lake Superior.

Hiking.

Rock beaches.

Toddlers in backpacks.

Sunshine.

Agate hunting.

Vacation: the first 24 hours.

Duluth harbor.

Grand Marais.

Dinner with Susie.

Our rental cabin.

S’mores.

Morning coffee on the porch.

Road trips are hard ya’ll.

Road trips are hard ya’ll.

One of the things I miss the most about being young and unattached, is having those friends that you could call at midnight on a weeknight and they would always answer the phone. When they heard about your shit day, they hopped in the car in their pajamas and said “I’m coming to pick you up right now.” 

And they did. And you drove a little too fast around dark curves with the windows down. You held hands and smoked cigarettes and talked about life and love and fears and the future. The car was like this big speeding cocoon of protection from the rest of the world. 

And you felt connected and loved and understood in those brief moments where life felt so complicated and overwhelming, but really, in the grand scheme of things was so painfully simple.

One of the things I miss the most about being young and unattached, is having those friends that you could call at midnight on a weeknight and they would always answer the phone. When they heard about your shit day, they hopped in the car in their pajamas and said “I’m coming to pick you up right now.”

And they did. And you drove a little too fast around dark curves with the windows down. You held hands and smoked cigarettes and talked about life and love and fears and the future. The car was like this big speeding cocoon of protection from the rest of the world.

And you felt connected and loved and understood in those brief moments where life felt so complicated and overwhelming, but really, in the grand scheme of things was so painfully simple.

This boy has been petty sick all week, but you would never know it. He has such a good attitude about most things.

The hairstyle was courtesy of sticky banana fingers.

It's not my place, but in regards to your trip to Australia, I'd like to provide you with another perspective: The fact that your child is restricting your travel is a bummer, but it is not the end of the world. You will be able to visit another time. The kid will grow up and lead a life of its own. It might be a while, but it'll happen. Enjoy the luxuries you do have - a healthy little boy and a happy marriage.
Anonymous

Just for the record, I am not blaming the cancellation of our trip on my son. If we had had more time to figure things out, it’s likely that we would have tried to bring him along. I am a big advocate for experiencing the world while you are young. It is important to know the world not just the country that you happen to be born in.

I am still dealing with the fall out from the things that my mother said to me that caused us to cancel our trip. She is 100% allowed to feel her feelings, but she said some really damaging things. Things that have caused me to experience some pretty low points in my self worth/self esteem. Her comments have also estranged me from some of my relatives. By their choice, not mine. Add the passing of my dad on top of it, and this has been one of the most painful times in my life.

Maybe I’m jerk for wanting to visit my friends in Australia. Maybe I’m a jerk for being upset that we had to cancel. But this is my life and my blog and I am also entitled to my feelings in this space.

Maybe you were trying to be helpful and put a positive spin on things anon. But you come across a little judgy, and I’ve had enough of that recently.

This calendar tap just makes me so salty. I should be boarding a plane for Australia in about an hour. But no. I’m sitting at work. Today I get to sit at work. Tomorrow I get to sit at home. Then we are going up north for a few days. 

Can you feel my enthusiasm for our new travel plans? Northern MN is not equal to Oz.

This calendar tap just makes me so salty. I should be boarding a plane for Australia in about an hour. But no. I’m sitting at work. Today I get to sit at work. Tomorrow I get to sit at home. Then we are going up north for a few days.

Can you feel my enthusiasm for our new travel plans? Northern MN is not equal to Oz.