Bikes and Hammocks

One of my favorite things this summer has been bike riding.

For Christmas, Rob broke the price cap rule and surprised me with a bike. He snuck it into the house while I was resting from surgery. We had claimed hiding spots with a pledge not to peak. I wasn’t allowed in the closet under the stairs. It’s filled with moving boxes, suitcases, picnic supplies and a box of handbags. So, I didn’t think there was THAT much room in there. But what a surprise when he gave me this!

Check out that wrapping job:













So this summer I’ve been enjoying my sweet ride. Rob also picked up some new wheels on Craig’s List. Now, he doesn’t have to ride his folding commuter bike when we go riding 🙂

In March, we picked up some hammocks at a cool little outdoor store in Asheville. We got two, instead of the one that was made for two people. That was Rob’s idea because, “What if Kate wants to hammock and I want to hammock. If we have two, then we can both have a hammock without it being awkward. And if you and I want to hammock, we can just put them together and it will feel like we’re in the same one.”

How his brain works astounds me.

We’ve brought these hammocks many places, but very rarely found a good place to hammock. Or we forgot about them. And don’t get me started when we actually brought them to Colorado, but forgot to bring them camping.

But finally, on Labor Day, we had the perfect moment.

We threw the bikes on the back of the car and went over to Harms Forest Preserve. There’s a great bike trail that runs near 94. Sometimes it’s very obvious we’re still in the suburbs. But some parts were absolutely lovely. Quiet. Serene. Perfect.

We stopped off at Skokie Lagoons – which I didn’t even know existed- and found the perfect spot. Yep! Two trees close enough together to string up the hammocks. Victory.

Rob’s long arms come in handy getting the hammock straps around the trees.





I am completely in love with my purple bike and pink helmet. All that’s missing is a bell.





Love these kind of days!


Check this out…

Have you been into Bath and Body Works lately?

Me neither.

But thanks to my beautiful and thoughtful co-worker, Sandy Levy, I was blessed with this little treasure.

Look at that new, cutely-named fragrance line. And it smells great too.

Thanks Sandy for thinking of me!

Snowtorious B.I.G.

I’m not new to snow. I was born in February during a particularly bad winter in Iowa. My mom tells a story about Doris the Dispatcher. Doris was the dispatcher for the railroad where my dad worked. The railroad ran behind our house. One time when Mom was teaching Doris’ daughter piano lessons, Doris told mom, “If you go into labor, you just call me. I’ll send a train right over to get you.” Conveniently, the train went right past the hospital. Lester, a neighbor farmer, would plow the driveway and walkway. He just knew Mom was going to go into labor during a storm. Luckily, she did not.

Later, we moved to Colorado. There’s a picture in my baby book of a yardstick barely peeking out of the snow. It was the middle of May.

In the 3rd grade I was visiting my dad over winter break. We trekked to the good ol’ Stapleton Airport during a snowstorm and waited and waited and waited…for my flight to be cancelled.  I waited for days to come home.

Back in 1999, it snowed so much that the snow was as high as the back deck. Kate and I bundled up and jumped into the snow off of the top railing.

See…not new to snow.

But this winter, I’ve seen more snow than ever. As you may recall, I made it into New York on December 26, right before their 20+ snowfall. And now, once again, I have landed myself right in the middle of 20+ inches.

Unfortunately, this time I had a car to unearth.

Can you find Clark?

Clark, are you in there?

Here we go!

We work together! We work together! We do it…with cooperation!

Ever wonder what Miss Goebel does on a Snow Day?

DIY wedding decorations!