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Count me a “people of Walmart”

When I woke with an entire Saturday free of major plans or commitments, with a fiancé out of town, I wanted to run some errands, pick up my CSA at the farmer’s market, chill at the pool with a friend and end the day doing a bit of baking. Delightful, no?

All went well until I returned home from the pool. Still damp and already showing lobster red on my shoulders, I started to unload the day’s pickups when I heard a loud sustained HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

Cue pit in the stomach. 

Hearing the air draining out of my tire, I took another load of empty moving boxes into the house while I resigned myself to changing a flat and canceling my plans for tomorrow. It is my Mom’s birthday and I was planning to meet my parents at a halfway point between our homes – a two hour drive. 

Quickly thinking to call Dad, he instructed me to “get thee to the nearest tire store before it goes flat! It will be easier all around.” Dad to the rescue, even when four hours away.

Off I raced, er, drove like a grandma, to my trusty mechanic’s. Confident I made it in under the wire for their daily close time of 7pm, I pulled in the drive at 6:01pm. A solid minute AFTER they closed. 

Now near tears, it seems the Walmart several miles away was the only option on a Saturday evening for tire places open.  

 So here I am, world, in all my glory. Unbathed and smelling of chlorine and BO, hair a frizzy mess, still in a damp swimsuit, I have to say I’m looking worthy of a spot on one of the People of Walmart sites. Here’s hoping someone got my best side for my debut. Make sure you capture the leg that’s half white and half sunburnt in the photo. 




Engagement Sesh

If you want a bit more detail on our engagement story you can find it in my last post.  In this one you’ll simply find the loveliest of photos from our sweet photographer and friend Corynne Hogan at She’s young and creative and talented and we had so much fun exploring the nooks and crannies of the library, the Golden Lamb restaurant, and an old shoe factory in downtown Lebanon, Ohio. Enjoy!





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My most memorable run {our engagement story}

Remember how my last post (which was WAY too long ago) was about being led by my left hand? Well, the gentleman doing the leading is now my fiancé! I know, spoiler alert. Up to this point we’ve been intentional that I don’t mention Philip by name or post about him here, but now I can. So wonderful readers, meet my beloved, Philip, by way of my most memorable run.

A few days before we left to spend Thanksgiving with my parents in my hometown, Syracuse, Indiana and Philip asked if we could go for a run along the lake. I grew up in an area with many lakes and we often run when we have time to, so it was a seemly normal request.  So, on Black Friday, we planned to go for a run after he logged a few hours for work.  My parents don’t have internet at the house so Philip spent the morning working from my Mom’s office in town while I relaxed with my sister’s family and her rolly polly baby.


my niece

Around lunch the pit in my stomach grew. I felt bad enough that Philip had to work the morning, but the project was going long and he wasn’t going to get off for another few hours. I fully expected by the time he returned to the house that he would NOT want to go for a run by the lake and we’d do it another time. So, it was a surprise to me when he said he still wanted to go out after a quick lunch.

Bundled and ready, I suggested we simply run from the house, but he insisted we should park at Oakwood Resort, a waterfront hotel on Lake Wawasee, and run from there.  Philip had been to hotel once for a wedding, so I assumed it was for lack of knowledge of the surrounding area that he suggested that particular location.  Naturally, I suggested we start at a different waterfront park because it made more practical sense.

Having none of it, Philip once again insisted we park at Oakwood and run from there. He’d had a long frustrating morning so I didn’t push it any further. Off to Oakwood we went.

I had a lovely run! It was slick with days old snow and brisk the first mile, but once I warmed up I was jabbering away as Philip grumbled about the cold and how miserable it was to run in winter. Making our way back to where we parked the car, Philip convinced me to walk towards the small lawn and gazebo right on the lakefront. There was a helium balloon tied out front and he wanted to investigate.

Still in my own world, I bumbled on about how funny it was that there was a half deflated balloon tied up at the gazebo – naturally, I thought it was left over from a kid’s birthday party. In a gazebo. In Indiana. In November. Riiiggghhht.

aerial view

Seeing my parents come out of hiding

A sweet couple happened by right as Philip proposed and snapped this picture at the exact moment my family came out of hiding. Little sneaks. They’d helped pull off Philip’s grand heist.


It was not until the moment we arrived at the balloon and I saw it was tied to a tiny covered basket that I knew the reason for our run. The run was never really about the run. It was about the finish line. And at the finish line of that run, I received the best prize I could hope for.


Now, we’ll run the marathon of our lives together and uphold each other as we reach for the eternal finish line in heaven. I am so happy to be yours Philip Frederick.