Yesterday Chris's Blackberry was stolen. He stopped at the gas station at the corner near his work and left it on the counter. By the time he pulled out of the gas station, realized he had left it, turned around and came back, someone had already taken it. My first thought, infinitely optimistic as I am, was whether he might have actually left it somewhere else, or could it have been accidentally pushed behind a roll of Lotto tickets on the counter - unfortunately not, the gas station clerk checked the video camera, and sure enough the guy in line behind Chris was caught on tape picking it up, looking at it for a minute and then slipping it into his pocket...seriously? Who does this?
It's somewhat violating to know that something of yours has been taken, and it was interesting to note how differently our family took the news. Kaitlyn's first reaction was to note that this would never have happened in Michigan. I had to agree, but admitted that it's possible that in Michigan her dad might not be heading to work in the morning either. I suppose it's a little give and take, get things stolen but have a job, worth it? Still not sure.
Carson, only the other hand was wondering if we would be able to see the store video on the news. Down here in SoFla, gas station and convenience store videos are on the news almost nightly due to the high number of shootings and robberies. He was convinced that the black and white video of the convenience store shooting on channel 10 news this morning was the same one that would show his dad's phone being stolen...fortunately not.
My biggest issue was just the inconvenience of Chris not having a phone...until I realized exactly what was on there. Not only were there names and phone numbers, but it occured to me that there are some very distinct photos from the Victoria's Secret dressing room that I sent to Chris when I was in Chicago...hmmm, it seemed like a good idea at the time, now, not so much - suddenly, it's not just the phone that I hope doesn't end up on Craig's List...
Anyway, it would be nice to think that maybe the person who took it was someone who was really down on their luck and really needed a phone, someone who needed to urgently call a family member to pay their last respects, or call in a pledge to a local phone-a-thon benefitting a really good cause. Of course, it's kind of hard to assume the best in people when they take your stuff without even a second thought, and also because the video tape happened to catch the theif as he drove off without a care in the world...in his Mercedes-Benz.
Lots of love from the Florida Chick
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
All the Single Ladies...(All the Single Ladies)
As much as a fan as I am of Beyonce, I'm not sure that she thought through the whole 'Single Ladies' song all that well. Ok, maybe I'm a bit jaded after almost 13 years of marriage...but after watching The Bachelor last night, I'm thinking "no wonder he didn't put a ring on it."
I haven't really watched the Bachelor since Trista chose Ryan over Charlie and instead have slummed it slightly with The Bachelor's less classy cousin "Rock of Love." The thing about Rock of Love is that from the beginning you know what to expect...lots of fake blonde hair (and other...stuff), lots of trash talk, lots of booze, and some tattoos and pole dances thrown in for fun. So you can imagine my surprise when within the first 5 minutes of meeting this season's "good guy" bachelor, one of the contestants says, "you can land your plane on my landing strip anytime." Ummm...anyone else a little uncomfortable?
Even better than that was the woman who brought the bachelor a sweet little airplane...that was a treasured toy of her son's...who just happens to want to be a pilot...and who apparently can't wait for him to come home with his mom to be his new daddy...yes, she said that...I think she's also the same girl that dressed up as a flight attendant...but it could have been someone else.
But really, the highlight of the night for me was when the girl told the Bachelor to lay on the floor (which he did) and put his legs up (which he did) and then proceeded to put her belly on his feet and play airplane...yes, the game you play with your toddler. I'm not sure what was more disturbing, the fact that she suggested airplane or the fact that the bachelor went along with it. Food for thought...if you have to play airplane with your potential boyfriend in order to attract him, you're possibly not ready for a serious relationship...but that's just me and my jaded point of view.
The good news is, if for some reason The Bachelor doesn't work out for these girls, I'm sure Rock of Love will eventually have another season in which they can land their airplane wherever they would like on Brett Michaels...and if that doesn't pan out, there's another new option...Conveyor Belt of Love...because every woman wants their future husband to slide past them like this week's groceries. In the end, I must say that the one thing reality dating T.V. has done for me is made me grateful for my marriage...the one place where I don't have to try to win my husband's love by playing airplane...or dressing up like a flight attendant...unless I want to...hmmm...
With lots of love from a bachelor-scarred Florida Chick.
I haven't really watched the Bachelor since Trista chose Ryan over Charlie and instead have slummed it slightly with The Bachelor's less classy cousin "Rock of Love." The thing about Rock of Love is that from the beginning you know what to expect...lots of fake blonde hair (and other...stuff), lots of trash talk, lots of booze, and some tattoos and pole dances thrown in for fun. So you can imagine my surprise when within the first 5 minutes of meeting this season's "good guy" bachelor, one of the contestants says, "you can land your plane on my landing strip anytime." Ummm...anyone else a little uncomfortable?
Even better than that was the woman who brought the bachelor a sweet little airplane...that was a treasured toy of her son's...who just happens to want to be a pilot...and who apparently can't wait for him to come home with his mom to be his new daddy...yes, she said that...I think she's also the same girl that dressed up as a flight attendant...but it could have been someone else.
But really, the highlight of the night for me was when the girl told the Bachelor to lay on the floor (which he did) and put his legs up (which he did) and then proceeded to put her belly on his feet and play airplane...yes, the game you play with your toddler. I'm not sure what was more disturbing, the fact that she suggested airplane or the fact that the bachelor went along with it. Food for thought...if you have to play airplane with your potential boyfriend in order to attract him, you're possibly not ready for a serious relationship...but that's just me and my jaded point of view.
The good news is, if for some reason The Bachelor doesn't work out for these girls, I'm sure Rock of Love will eventually have another season in which they can land their airplane wherever they would like on Brett Michaels...and if that doesn't pan out, there's another new option...Conveyor Belt of Love...because every woman wants their future husband to slide past them like this week's groceries. In the end, I must say that the one thing reality dating T.V. has done for me is made me grateful for my marriage...the one place where I don't have to try to win my husband's love by playing airplane...or dressing up like a flight attendant...unless I want to...hmmm...
With lots of love from a bachelor-scarred Florida Chick.
Monday, January 4, 2010
You Have Now Reached Customer Service Hell. Welcome.
I'm completely convinced that somewhere just south of the Palm Beach/Broward County line there is a sign that reads "You have now reached customer service hell. Welcome." Seriously, aside from the beaches and the crime, it's the one thing that South Florida is best known for. It's fairly common to have a fast food worker that won't make eye contact with you, and forget telling anyone that they made a mistake on the order. I have been glared at multiple times like it was my fault there were only four nuggets in the six piece meal.
Unfortunately, it's not just fast food chains that suffer from bad surface, after this weekend at Aventura Mall, I wanted to call the store manager and go ballistic about the completely rude salesperson at Express...and then I realized, she was the manager. Of course. You have to realize that Aventura is not just a mall. It's like the gourmet restaurant of malls. You won't find a Claires or a Charlotte Russe, but you will find a Betsey Johnson that sells one-of-a-kind $700 sundresses, a Michael Kors, a Bloomingdales, and a Macy's. There is a Gamestop now that I think about it, but it's at the same end as JC Penney and PacSun...the cheap end of the mall.
So this weekend I went shopping at Express with my mom. To me express is like Starbucks, a little pricey but totally worth it, and I could spend hours just basking in its aroma. And since it was after Christmas, I had lots of giftcards to use (thank you friends and family) which is annoying since apparently no one wanted to sell me anything. Seriously, the girl manning the dressing room was completely annoyed when I asked her if I could try some clothes on. She barely looked at me before unlocking the door and walking away...she didn't even tell me her name! And then when I needed a new size (smaller - yay!) and hung my jeans over the door in the universal sign of 'hi I need a new size,' I ended up waiting so long that I had to send Kaitlyn around the store searching for what I needed.
To top it all off, as we were checking out the girl in charge of directing people to the right cashier (seriously, wouldn't it be more helpful to get behind a register yourself?) yelled at my mom. Here's a transcript:
Girl: This is the line for purchases, you have a return
Mom: Ok?
Girl: (shouting) Esta es la linea para...
Mom: I speak English, you don't need to yell at me in Spanish
Girl: Well, I told you three times where to go
Mom: I'm sorry, I didn't hear you correctly
Girl: I'm sorry you didn't hear me...but I told you THREE times. (Seriously...who's this rude??)
Ok, so there's a little bit of bitterness in me because on top of all this, I am embarrassed to admit that at the beginning of December I applied at Express as holiday help. I had to apply online - apparently that's how they do it these days, and I had to take this online personality test and answer questions like "with 5 being strongly agree and 1 being strongly disagree answer the following question: I am a much harder worker than anyone else that I know." Seriously, how do I know? But apparently if you answer 3 for every single question, you don't get the job - which is embarrassing because now that I've seen who works there, I'm wondering how badly I had to fail the personality test in order to not get the job...seriously...I have a college degree...what's wrong with these people!! I suppose it's all for the best, I didn't really want to work over the holiday anyway...but the discount would've been nice...
Lots of love (with very little to no bitterness) from the Florida Chick
Unfortunately, it's not just fast food chains that suffer from bad surface, after this weekend at Aventura Mall, I wanted to call the store manager and go ballistic about the completely rude salesperson at Express...and then I realized, she was the manager. Of course. You have to realize that Aventura is not just a mall. It's like the gourmet restaurant of malls. You won't find a Claires or a Charlotte Russe, but you will find a Betsey Johnson that sells one-of-a-kind $700 sundresses, a Michael Kors, a Bloomingdales, and a Macy's. There is a Gamestop now that I think about it, but it's at the same end as JC Penney and PacSun...the cheap end of the mall.
So this weekend I went shopping at Express with my mom. To me express is like Starbucks, a little pricey but totally worth it, and I could spend hours just basking in its aroma. And since it was after Christmas, I had lots of giftcards to use (thank you friends and family) which is annoying since apparently no one wanted to sell me anything. Seriously, the girl manning the dressing room was completely annoyed when I asked her if I could try some clothes on. She barely looked at me before unlocking the door and walking away...she didn't even tell me her name! And then when I needed a new size (smaller - yay!) and hung my jeans over the door in the universal sign of 'hi I need a new size,' I ended up waiting so long that I had to send Kaitlyn around the store searching for what I needed.
To top it all off, as we were checking out the girl in charge of directing people to the right cashier (seriously, wouldn't it be more helpful to get behind a register yourself?) yelled at my mom. Here's a transcript:
Girl: This is the line for purchases, you have a return
Mom: Ok?
Girl: (shouting) Esta es la linea para...
Mom: I speak English, you don't need to yell at me in Spanish
Girl: Well, I told you three times where to go
Mom: I'm sorry, I didn't hear you correctly
Girl: I'm sorry you didn't hear me...but I told you THREE times. (Seriously...who's this rude??)
Ok, so there's a little bit of bitterness in me because on top of all this, I am embarrassed to admit that at the beginning of December I applied at Express as holiday help. I had to apply online - apparently that's how they do it these days, and I had to take this online personality test and answer questions like "with 5 being strongly agree and 1 being strongly disagree answer the following question: I am a much harder worker than anyone else that I know." Seriously, how do I know? But apparently if you answer 3 for every single question, you don't get the job - which is embarrassing because now that I've seen who works there, I'm wondering how badly I had to fail the personality test in order to not get the job...seriously...I have a college degree...what's wrong with these people!! I suppose it's all for the best, I didn't really want to work over the holiday anyway...but the discount would've been nice...
Lots of love (with very little to no bitterness) from the Florida Chick
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Freezing my arse off
I'm convinced that 50 degrees in South Florida is worse than 50 degrees anywhere else in the world (ok, it's probably worse in a few places) but seriously 50 in Michigan is almost balmy, it's possibly sweater weather, but you can actually get away with wearing shorts if it's sunny. Down here in SoFla, 50 degrees is the temperature in which people pull out their parkas and down comforters, you will see scarves, mittens, and in a few cases a ski mask (but that could also be someone just holding up the corner liquor store.)
I suppose the difference has something do with preparation. See down here in the south, we are prepared year round for 80 and 90 degree weather. We have stockpiles of tank tops, flip flops and Corona. When the weather dips, we panic. We pull out anything remotely close to warm weather clothing including boots and hats and tend to wear them all at the same time. Unfortunately for me, when I moved from Michigan I assumed that all of my cold weather experiences were behind me, the best I can do is a hoodie...a thin one.
South Florida houses are also unprepared for these dips in temperature. We have no heat in our house, which generally seems economical, but right now just seems really annoying. We also have no carpet, and due to the flood two weeks ago, we no longer have any rugs either, meaning that our entire house is laid with 50 degree terrazzo floors - think walking on cold cement. I did have a pair of slippers, but they too went the way of the dumpster after the flood, so I have resorted to wearing a pair of borrowed boots around the house in order to keep my feet from getting frostbite.
Ok, so I know you northerners are rolling your eyes and will probably write to tell me about your 7 degree weather, but really, let's face it, you knew it was coming, it always does. On the bright side, for all of you who get completely irritated when I boast about the wonderful weather is down here while you are suffering your first snow storm, feel free to laugh, knowing that since our bed only has a duvet cover (no comforter inside of it - why? it just makes us sweat) tonight Chris and I will be fighting over the Chicago Bears throw blanket and might just possibly resort to stealing Kaitlyn's snuggie in order to stay warm.
With warmth and love from the Florida Chick
I suppose the difference has something do with preparation. See down here in the south, we are prepared year round for 80 and 90 degree weather. We have stockpiles of tank tops, flip flops and Corona. When the weather dips, we panic. We pull out anything remotely close to warm weather clothing including boots and hats and tend to wear them all at the same time. Unfortunately for me, when I moved from Michigan I assumed that all of my cold weather experiences were behind me, the best I can do is a hoodie...a thin one.
South Florida houses are also unprepared for these dips in temperature. We have no heat in our house, which generally seems economical, but right now just seems really annoying. We also have no carpet, and due to the flood two weeks ago, we no longer have any rugs either, meaning that our entire house is laid with 50 degree terrazzo floors - think walking on cold cement. I did have a pair of slippers, but they too went the way of the dumpster after the flood, so I have resorted to wearing a pair of borrowed boots around the house in order to keep my feet from getting frostbite.
Ok, so I know you northerners are rolling your eyes and will probably write to tell me about your 7 degree weather, but really, let's face it, you knew it was coming, it always does. On the bright side, for all of you who get completely irritated when I boast about the wonderful weather is down here while you are suffering your first snow storm, feel free to laugh, knowing that since our bed only has a duvet cover (no comforter inside of it - why? it just makes us sweat) tonight Chris and I will be fighting over the Chicago Bears throw blanket and might just possibly resort to stealing Kaitlyn's snuggie in order to stay warm.
With warmth and love from the Florida Chick
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Lessons Learned in 2009
So, I haven't learned a ton over the last 365 days, but I have learned a few things, and I thought I would share them with you...
Lesson #1 - Doing something for 14 days does not make it a habit.
If doing something for 14 days turned that thing into a habit, I would currently be a very thin, caffeine-free author. Instead, I am a somewhat thin, coffee-drinking, sometimes-writer with a guilt complex. Seriously. I really did try to stick to Jillian's 30-day shred, but once I hit 14 days, I was completely exhausted from doing mountain climbers and jump-twists and remembered that those last 5 lbs. really aren't that important to me...I also remembered how much I like a cup of coffee with thick, sugary cream and decided that 14 days was enough to go without. I suppose it's the writing that has me feeling a little guilty, but that's the nice thing about writing...you can always pick up where you left off...today for example.
Lesson #2 - Winning Isn't Everything...Neccessarily
Last year I lost half of my cheerleading squad to graduation, the half that was really, really talented. When I had try-outs this year I had a slight panic attack, not a big one, just a slight one...but still. And then there was cheerleading camp. If I'm being honest, I will tell you that I cried myself to sleep every night. Now I know that some of you reading this are cheerleading parents and I want you to know that I'm definitely not talking about your daughter...probably. Anyway when the season officially started I was sure that I would have a meltdown, but Chris gently reminded me to get over myself and change my focus - I think he said something like, "this is Middle School, get a grip." But anyway, it worked, and I realized that maybe, somewhere along the way I had lost sight of what was important. That winning and talent weren't everything, but having fun and trying hard were good too...sort of. So anyway, we decided to have fun; to laugh more, to take time out to talk about, well, girl-stuff, and to serve others instead of focusing on ourselves...and then, all of a sudden, the funniest thing happened...my cheerleaders became, well, awesome. The more I let go of my expectations of them, the harder they worked and the stronger they grew. Somehow, this group of girls that had given me panic attacks, worked their rear ends off enough to win a regional championship....now, if I can just remember all of this throughout the second half of the season...
Lesson #3 - No matter how much traveling is involved, it's completely worth it to be with friends.
In early December I headed to Chicago to spend a long weekend with some of my absolute best girlfriends in the whole wide world. This is a trip that involved 5 hours on a plane for me, 5 hours in a car for Krista and Danelle (seriously, 5 hours to Chicago, you know that wasn't planned) 3 hours on a train for Monica, 10 hours of walking through the 15 degree streets of Chi town, an accidental 2 hour train ride into, through, and back through Chicago, 1 hour on the bus, and a 30 minute car ride in the wrong direction to get me to the airport before spending our respective times in planes, trains and automobiles to get home. Regardless, this was without question the best girl weekend of my life. I have never laughed as hard, danced as much (and that is saying a lot), and relaxed as well as I did with my girls. We drooled over Jacob and Caribou Coffee, laughed about almost ending up at a bowling alley with the desk clerk, and chilled out while watching Dan in Real Life from the middle to the end and then from the beginning to the middle. What I realized is that best friends are best friends, no matter the distance. There are no other girls I would have enjoyed that weekend with so much, and despite the traveling, both in the right direction and the wrong, wouldn't change one single thing...except for maybe that last lemon drop.
Lesson #4 - If a 465 lb. man can run a marathon...well, you finish the sentence.
This year I watched Danny on The Biggest Loser run a marathon and lose 1/2 of himself. It was amazing! I cried ridiculously as his partner Liz helped him cross the finish line, and I realized that if he could believe in the need to change his life enough to lose over 200 lbs, the only excuse I had for not doing what I believed in was, well...not wanting to get off of my ass. Seriously. I mean, ok, he had Jillian screaming in his ear and $250,000 on the line, but still, even $250,000 can't motivate some people when the going gets tough, and to tell you the truth I'm probably one of them. Regardless, I'm going to try. I mean, I'm not going to lose any weight, seriously, I'm way too lazy for that. And I probably won't eat well or give up coffee, or take time to relax, or exercise...but maybe I'll finish writing a book, or finally pay off my student loan, or run a 5k...actually, scratch that, I don't really want to run a 5K...In the end, it's all about what you really believe in...that and having people to pull you across the finish line, and I'm just lucky enough to have those people cheering me on.
With lots of love and dreams for a blessed 2010...
Florida Chick
Lesson #1 - Doing something for 14 days does not make it a habit.
If doing something for 14 days turned that thing into a habit, I would currently be a very thin, caffeine-free author. Instead, I am a somewhat thin, coffee-drinking, sometimes-writer with a guilt complex. Seriously. I really did try to stick to Jillian's 30-day shred, but once I hit 14 days, I was completely exhausted from doing mountain climbers and jump-twists and remembered that those last 5 lbs. really aren't that important to me...I also remembered how much I like a cup of coffee with thick, sugary cream and decided that 14 days was enough to go without. I suppose it's the writing that has me feeling a little guilty, but that's the nice thing about writing...you can always pick up where you left off...today for example.
Lesson #2 - Winning Isn't Everything...Neccessarily
Last year I lost half of my cheerleading squad to graduation, the half that was really, really talented. When I had try-outs this year I had a slight panic attack, not a big one, just a slight one...but still. And then there was cheerleading camp. If I'm being honest, I will tell you that I cried myself to sleep every night. Now I know that some of you reading this are cheerleading parents and I want you to know that I'm definitely not talking about your daughter...probably. Anyway when the season officially started I was sure that I would have a meltdown, but Chris gently reminded me to get over myself and change my focus - I think he said something like, "this is Middle School, get a grip." But anyway, it worked, and I realized that maybe, somewhere along the way I had lost sight of what was important. That winning and talent weren't everything, but having fun and trying hard were good too...sort of. So anyway, we decided to have fun; to laugh more, to take time out to talk about, well, girl-stuff, and to serve others instead of focusing on ourselves...and then, all of a sudden, the funniest thing happened...my cheerleaders became, well, awesome. The more I let go of my expectations of them, the harder they worked and the stronger they grew. Somehow, this group of girls that had given me panic attacks, worked their rear ends off enough to win a regional championship....now, if I can just remember all of this throughout the second half of the season...
Lesson #3 - No matter how much traveling is involved, it's completely worth it to be with friends.
In early December I headed to Chicago to spend a long weekend with some of my absolute best girlfriends in the whole wide world. This is a trip that involved 5 hours on a plane for me, 5 hours in a car for Krista and Danelle (seriously, 5 hours to Chicago, you know that wasn't planned) 3 hours on a train for Monica, 10 hours of walking through the 15 degree streets of Chi town, an accidental 2 hour train ride into, through, and back through Chicago, 1 hour on the bus, and a 30 minute car ride in the wrong direction to get me to the airport before spending our respective times in planes, trains and automobiles to get home. Regardless, this was without question the best girl weekend of my life. I have never laughed as hard, danced as much (and that is saying a lot), and relaxed as well as I did with my girls. We drooled over Jacob and Caribou Coffee, laughed about almost ending up at a bowling alley with the desk clerk, and chilled out while watching Dan in Real Life from the middle to the end and then from the beginning to the middle. What I realized is that best friends are best friends, no matter the distance. There are no other girls I would have enjoyed that weekend with so much, and despite the traveling, both in the right direction and the wrong, wouldn't change one single thing...except for maybe that last lemon drop.
Lesson #4 - If a 465 lb. man can run a marathon...well, you finish the sentence.
This year I watched Danny on The Biggest Loser run a marathon and lose 1/2 of himself. It was amazing! I cried ridiculously as his partner Liz helped him cross the finish line, and I realized that if he could believe in the need to change his life enough to lose over 200 lbs, the only excuse I had for not doing what I believed in was, well...not wanting to get off of my ass. Seriously. I mean, ok, he had Jillian screaming in his ear and $250,000 on the line, but still, even $250,000 can't motivate some people when the going gets tough, and to tell you the truth I'm probably one of them. Regardless, I'm going to try. I mean, I'm not going to lose any weight, seriously, I'm way too lazy for that. And I probably won't eat well or give up coffee, or take time to relax, or exercise...but maybe I'll finish writing a book, or finally pay off my student loan, or run a 5k...actually, scratch that, I don't really want to run a 5K...In the end, it's all about what you really believe in...that and having people to pull you across the finish line, and I'm just lucky enough to have those people cheering me on.
With lots of love and dreams for a blessed 2010...
Florida Chick
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