Our Trip to Galena

Over a month ago, we started this website with the intention of writing blog posts. As the weeks went by I kept putting off writing a post.

When I actually sat down and thought about why I was avoiding it, I realized I was afraid of creating something that was shitty. There are SO many people out there who are “bloggers” and honestly few of them do it REALLY well. Let me tell you….I judge the mediocre ones. I really think that if you’re going to create something, it should be spectacular. And this in no way means, that you need to have a huge following to be good at blogging. I look at blogs like The Leek and the Carrot, and see great content and good writing. That is a nice blog!

As I sit here typing my first blog post, Mike looks over and asks me what I’m doing.

I tell him that I’m working on a blog post about our trip to Galena.

His response is, “Oh cool! Is it going to be called Galloping through Galena?”

And that little nugget reminds me EXACTlY why we do what we do. We’re here to share each and every single  weird detail of our life in the hopes that it brings at least one smile or laugh to someone out there. Plus, let’s be honest…..Mike always reminds me not to take life too seriously.

For the last few weeks, we’ve been planning a weekend trip to Galena, IL to stay at Eagle Ridge Resort. Our morning got off to a rocky start. We basically spent the majority of our morning arguing about lawn work and raking leaves. At this point, I really don’t believe that you’re in a committed relationship until you’ve argued with your partner about lawn work.

So needless to say, I was a little salty when we left to drive to Galena. Fast forward an hour and it’s 1:00pm and we haven’t eaten all day. As I slowly start to get quieter and quieter, Mike looks at me and kindly suggests that we stop for a snack since he says I “look crabby”.

^This was a pretty accurate description.

We stop and grab some Cheddar and Sour Cream Ruffles and juice at a gas station.


Then, since Mike is the best boyfriend ever, offers to drive so I can eat my chips and juice uninterrupted. As I sit in the car, slowly becoming covered in orange chip dust as I inhale the chips as quickly as possible, Mike looks over lovingly and says “You’re so cute.”


He’s not being sarcastic.

He actually thinks it’s cute when I’m crabby then eat a bag of chips in 3.5 seconds.

And that’s why he’s the love of my life.

After the rocky start to the day we quickly rebounded and spent a great day together. One of my favorite things about Mike is that we can quickly turn around any situation and still enjoy our time together. I also have to point out how far I’ve evolved when it comes to arguing. I used to be someone who would literally take notes and write down dates, so that when an argument happened I COULD PROVE that I was pulling me weight more and doing more. I think at one point, I actually wrote down every time my ex-husband took out the trash so that when I asked him to do it and he argued, I would pull out my list to show him how little he was doing.

This clearly points to me being slightly crazy, but it also points to an unhealthy relationship. No one should ever have to keep a list of how little their partner is contributing.

I sometimes wonder if our exes ever read our Instagram account and are genuinely shocked by how great of a couple we are.

Do they read it with shock and disbelief?

Do they think, “This is not the crazy chick I used to date”

And let’s be honest. I have been crazy. If you asked Mike, he would most likely say that I still am crazy.

I’ve been in relationships where I’ve hung on too long.

I’ve been in relationships where I read through their text messages.

I’ve been in relationships where I refuse to read their text messages because I’m too afraid of what I’ll find.

^That’s actually probably the more unhealthy one.

I’ve been in relationships where I’ve allowed others to treat me shitty.

And through all that I’ve learned and grown and when the timing was right I met Mike.

I do credit a lot of our relationship success to timing. I was ready to be a in a relationship where I knew what I wanted and was NOT going to settle for less than that. And Mike recognized, respected and appreciated that.

After a few weeks of dating, Mike told me that he liked me  because he thought I was “scrappy.” And that is not a lie.

And nowwwwww….back to Galena, IL.

We spent most of Saturday walking around Galena trying new restaurants and playing Dominion.

We stopped at:

That night we drove an hour away from Galena, to Mt. Carrol for dinner at Molly’s. Molly’s was recommended to us by the amazing Chef Jonny Hunter from The Underground Food Collective. The hour drive was scenic and by “scenic” I mean it was pitch black and pouring rain. We turned on the This American Life podcast and enjoyed the drive as much as we could. My near constant anxiety that we might hit a deer didn’t help the situation either. Once we arrived we were happy with our choice. The food was excellent and well worth the slightly scary night drive.  

The next day we begin to drive home. The drive home is mostly all back country roads. As we drove down, yet another country road, a boy on a farm waves at us from his tractor.

Mike looks at me and says, “Everyone in Wisconsin is so nice and friendly.”

He pauses for a second…..then says “OR MAYBE that kid recognized us as the Midwest Munchers!”

Then proceeds to laugh at his own joke for at least ten minutes.

And that is the story of our life.

Mike laughing at his own jokes.

Brussels Sprouts Caesar with Shaved Brussels Sprouts, Kale, Parmesan and House Croutons from Molly’s Restaurant.

Brussels Sprouts Caesar with Shaved Brussels Sprouts, Kale, Parmesan and House Croutons from Molly’s Restaurant.

1/2 LB Burger on a homemade Brioche Bun with Lettuce, Tomato, Onion and Cheddar with Twice Cooked Fries with Worcestershire Aioli from Molly’s Restaurant.

1/2 LB Burger on a homemade Brioche Bun with Lettuce, Tomato, Onion and Cheddar with Twice Cooked Fries with Worcestershire Aioli from Molly’s Restaurant.

Walking at Eagle Ridge Resort.

Walking at Eagle Ridge Resort.