I have only one month. Thirty days. Departure from ORD to who knows where. I wish I could report that I have more details, have shaken down a bit of information of the destination from our vacation planner extraordinaire – but alas I have not. I still have no idea where I am going for nine nights and ten days.Read more
I still can’t believe I agreed to this. In three short months, I will be dropped off at O’Hare International Airport, Terminal 5. International Terminal. I will be gone for ten days, nine sleeps. I will have no frickin’ clue to where my destination is until I get to the ticket counter.Read more
Forget about a day off school. Forget about Columbus Day sales. When October rolls around in Chicagoland it means that the Chicago Marathon is near. Don’t be fooled – I don’t even like driving 26.2 miles so you won’t find me running the streets of Chicago racking up those miles. What you will find me doing, when family and friends make the marathon a personal goal to check off their bucket list, is turning into a professional spectator. My goal: to cheer my runners on at the 2-mile, 8-mile, 13.5-mile, 17-mile, 22-mile, and 26-mile marks. This is how you do it.Read more
Sometimes an adventure can take you far beyond your wildest imagination. In 2017 we took a driving adventure around Ireland with hopes to visit the area that my great-great-grandparents raised their family before their children started to travel to America. We planned to drive to County Mayo, explore a cemetery or two, and drive through the town our ancestors called home. Our giddy excitement on our plans sent our current Ireland family on a search on other possible places to visit – and found the diamond in the rough.Read more
Exploring an unknown country by car for 12 days can be an adventure, especially when you’re 40-ish years old driving your 60-ish-year-old mother and 16-year-old niece around. We made a great trio and did we had goals. Some were to explore Ireland and learn more about there area where my great-grandparents lived before immigrating to Chicago. Since my mom & her sister have spent many years researching our ancestry so we knew quite a bit. They lived in County Mayo, from a small town called Crossmolina. We even had a cemetery name of their final resting place – Addergoole Cemetery. Mom was determined to visit but after a Google Earth search and satellite view, I was a little leary on our adventure. To put it simply – it looked spooky.
My husband recently has set a goal of running a marathon. I’m a self-proclaimed professional marathon spectator, therefore will not be joining him on this 26.2 mile quest. My preference is 5k runs. Three miles seems easy. Twenty-six miles sounds like there should be a car involved. Read more