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
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Monday, January 5, 2009
Florida Chick Sneaks Out
Yesterday we got a new computer (you can read about it at floridachick 365). It was really exciting, but the truth is, we have no place to put a new computer – or more accurately, we have no place to set a new computer. We finally got rid of our 15-year old college dorm desk (I’m still surprised someone took it from the curb), and all of our extra furniture is…well, still up north – yes, still…even after 2 years. So we decided to stop in at one of those big retail furniture stores that you see on T.V. You know the store, there is one like it in every town in America. They’re the ones that have a new sale every other day: a“New Year’s Sale,” a “Day After New Year’s Sale” or an “It’s Friday – hooray Sale.” So that’s where we stopped.
I know you know what’s coming…the salesman rushed toward us the minute we walked in the door. I’m not positive, but I think he may have tripped the other salesman in an effort to reach us first. He introduced himself as Larry, and, as we were the only ones in the store, he followed us like a ravenous wolf – no joke. Actually, after about 3 minutes of us ignoring him, he reminded us that his name was Larry and sat himself down on one of the plush couches in the middle of the store – an open area with a 360 degree view of the showroom and watched eagle-eyed as we searched for a desk.
It only took another 2 minutes or so for us to figure out that we were not going to be able to find our desk here - apparently the “hooray it’s some famous person’s birthday sale” meant that 50% off only included furniture that was at one time heinously priced at $3500 and was now a less heinous $1750. We decided to check Target instead. Getting out of the store would be the hard part, however. Larry was perched dead center with a roving eye on us no matter where we went. So Chris and I made a plan, I wish I was exaggerating…but I’m not, we hid in the interior design center and mapped an escape. We walked through the dining area – hiding behind high-backed chairs and through the living center by using two or three plastic ficus as camouflage. About five feet from the doorway, there was no hiding – so we dead sprinted to the door, ran through the parking lot, jumped in the car and headed home before Larry could chase after us.
So here we are, one day later with a computer perched precariously on a tiny baker’s rack-turned computer desk moved unglamorously into our family room. It’s pretty unattractive but I suppose it will work until we actually make it to Target, but I do wonder… maybe Larry could’ve gotten us a good deal… I suppose I could call him, I think we have 3 or 4 of his business cards in a pocket somewhere.
Lots of Love from a desperately-in-need-of-a-new-desk Florida Chick
I know you know what’s coming…the salesman rushed toward us the minute we walked in the door. I’m not positive, but I think he may have tripped the other salesman in an effort to reach us first. He introduced himself as Larry, and, as we were the only ones in the store, he followed us like a ravenous wolf – no joke. Actually, after about 3 minutes of us ignoring him, he reminded us that his name was Larry and sat himself down on one of the plush couches in the middle of the store – an open area with a 360 degree view of the showroom and watched eagle-eyed as we searched for a desk.
It only took another 2 minutes or so for us to figure out that we were not going to be able to find our desk here - apparently the “hooray it’s some famous person’s birthday sale” meant that 50% off only included furniture that was at one time heinously priced at $3500 and was now a less heinous $1750. We decided to check Target instead. Getting out of the store would be the hard part, however. Larry was perched dead center with a roving eye on us no matter where we went. So Chris and I made a plan, I wish I was exaggerating…but I’m not, we hid in the interior design center and mapped an escape. We walked through the dining area – hiding behind high-backed chairs and through the living center by using two or three plastic ficus as camouflage. About five feet from the doorway, there was no hiding – so we dead sprinted to the door, ran through the parking lot, jumped in the car and headed home before Larry could chase after us.
So here we are, one day later with a computer perched precariously on a tiny baker’s rack-turned computer desk moved unglamorously into our family room. It’s pretty unattractive but I suppose it will work until we actually make it to Target, but I do wonder… maybe Larry could’ve gotten us a good deal… I suppose I could call him, I think we have 3 or 4 of his business cards in a pocket somewhere.
Lots of Love from a desperately-in-need-of-a-new-desk Florida Chick
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Florida Chick Makes a Non-Resolution
So, I've finally learned my lesson, after 30-some years I've given up making New Year's resolutions. The problem with resolutions for me is that usually by January 3rd I've lost the paper on which I've written my list, and by the 8th I've lost all desire to actually follow through with whatever was on the paper. I've realized that it's easier for me to not make resolutions so that I'm never disappointed when I don't reach the goal. For example, I know I have those 5 nagging lbs. that have parked themselves on my rear, but if I don't resolve to lose them, I won't feel guilty about not putting down the bag of lime-flavored tostitoes that are sitting on my lap, it's a win-win situation.
The other problem with resolutions is that all of the experts agree that it will take 14 days for any activity in my life to become a habit. If I resolve to work-out daily, and keep the commitment for two weeks, by day 14 I'll have created a new habit for myself that will just naturally be hard to break - a sure fire New Year's success. My problem, however, is that I have a much shorter attention span than 14 days. My limit for new activities is generally about 3 days, and after that I've moved on to the next big thing...which, I can guarantee never involves anything having to do with running, eating lettuce, or reading Russian classics (a one-time resolution) and more likely involves indulging in Dove dark chocolate, watching Lifetime movies, and reading any series of chick-lit novels (think Sophie Kinsella) - now those are things I could commit to for 14-days straight!
So I've figured out that the only possible solution is to make a non-resolution for 2009. Instead of setting 1 goal to reach by Dec. 31, 2009, I'm going to set 1 goal to reach every single day of 2009. That's 1 new thing every day for the next 365 days with no commitment, no 14-day habits, and no guilt for not running a marathon before next Christmas or not learning a new language, because let's face it, no-carb for a year - not gonna happen, no-carb for a day - very much a possibility. My non-resolution is just 1 new thing every day for the next 365 days. 365 new activities, foods, events, recipes, thoughts, or ideas - and even better, you get to join me on this journey. I'm going to see how far I can get and document it for as long as I can at floridachick365.blogspot.com. It's ambitious I know, and in actuality I do realize that it is entirely possible that I might only try 3 new things before giving up and grabbing the latest mindless fluff novel and reading it for 14 days straight - then again, 14 days isn't that long - maybe it'll just become a habit after all...
Hope you'll check it out and follow along...with lots of love and best wishes for 2009 from an overly ambitious Florida Chick
The other problem with resolutions is that all of the experts agree that it will take 14 days for any activity in my life to become a habit. If I resolve to work-out daily, and keep the commitment for two weeks, by day 14 I'll have created a new habit for myself that will just naturally be hard to break - a sure fire New Year's success. My problem, however, is that I have a much shorter attention span than 14 days. My limit for new activities is generally about 3 days, and after that I've moved on to the next big thing...which, I can guarantee never involves anything having to do with running, eating lettuce, or reading Russian classics (a one-time resolution) and more likely involves indulging in Dove dark chocolate, watching Lifetime movies, and reading any series of chick-lit novels (think Sophie Kinsella) - now those are things I could commit to for 14-days straight!
So I've figured out that the only possible solution is to make a non-resolution for 2009. Instead of setting 1 goal to reach by Dec. 31, 2009, I'm going to set 1 goal to reach every single day of 2009. That's 1 new thing every day for the next 365 days with no commitment, no 14-day habits, and no guilt for not running a marathon before next Christmas or not learning a new language, because let's face it, no-carb for a year - not gonna happen, no-carb for a day - very much a possibility. My non-resolution is just 1 new thing every day for the next 365 days. 365 new activities, foods, events, recipes, thoughts, or ideas - and even better, you get to join me on this journey. I'm going to see how far I can get and document it for as long as I can at floridachick365.blogspot.com. It's ambitious I know, and in actuality I do realize that it is entirely possible that I might only try 3 new things before giving up and grabbing the latest mindless fluff novel and reading it for 14 days straight - then again, 14 days isn't that long - maybe it'll just become a habit after all...
Hope you'll check it out and follow along...with lots of love and best wishes for 2009 from an overly ambitious Florida Chick
Monday, December 29, 2008
Florida Chick Looks Back
2008 has definitely been a year filled with ups and downs. As it comes to a close, I thought I'd take a minute to share a couple of my favorite moments:
1. The Hannah Montana concert. I have to admit, it was incredibly fun to sing "GNO" at the top of my lungs, even if I was the only person over the age of 30 who knew all of the words.
2. The anniversary weekend spent in a Villa in Fort Lauderdale, which Chris won at the annual school auction by blocking the bidding sheet from view both by holding mindless conversations with other parents who might possibly outbid us, and by loudly declaring, "this looks like a crappy hotel, who would actually want to stay here for a weekend!" A technique that we will be employing once again this year.
3. Snorkling with my Michigan girlfriends in Key Largo. A trip that was supposed to take us 30 minutes, but which in actuality took us 3 hours and 30 minutes including an unplanned tour of Miami International Airport's arrival and departure gates. Seriously, someone needs to put better signs on the Turnpike.
4. Taking 2nd place at our very first cheerleading competition. This was another trip that took 3 hours longer than planned, and which included a viewing of the space shuttle launch, a dark and dusty road straight out of a horror movie, and a free breakfast - really, what more can you ask for.
5. Having "the talk" with Kaitlyn. It included an enormous amount of giggling (on her part), and groaning (on my part), as well as some well thought out answers to questions that might scar her forever. Nevertheless, a favorite moment for sure.
6. Michael Phelps.
In the end, amidst economics, and politics, spiraling home values, and unforseen losses, it's been a wonderful year just because I've been able to share it with my friends and family...because I've been able to spend it with you.
Blessings on a great 2009, and lots of love from the Florida Chick
1. The Hannah Montana concert. I have to admit, it was incredibly fun to sing "GNO" at the top of my lungs, even if I was the only person over the age of 30 who knew all of the words.
2. The anniversary weekend spent in a Villa in Fort Lauderdale, which Chris won at the annual school auction by blocking the bidding sheet from view both by holding mindless conversations with other parents who might possibly outbid us, and by loudly declaring, "this looks like a crappy hotel, who would actually want to stay here for a weekend!" A technique that we will be employing once again this year.
3. Snorkling with my Michigan girlfriends in Key Largo. A trip that was supposed to take us 30 minutes, but which in actuality took us 3 hours and 30 minutes including an unplanned tour of Miami International Airport's arrival and departure gates. Seriously, someone needs to put better signs on the Turnpike.
4. Taking 2nd place at our very first cheerleading competition. This was another trip that took 3 hours longer than planned, and which included a viewing of the space shuttle launch, a dark and dusty road straight out of a horror movie, and a free breakfast - really, what more can you ask for.
5. Having "the talk" with Kaitlyn. It included an enormous amount of giggling (on her part), and groaning (on my part), as well as some well thought out answers to questions that might scar her forever. Nevertheless, a favorite moment for sure.
6. Michael Phelps.
In the end, amidst economics, and politics, spiraling home values, and unforseen losses, it's been a wonderful year just because I've been able to share it with my friends and family...because I've been able to spend it with you.
Blessings on a great 2009, and lots of love from the Florida Chick
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Florida Chick Wears a Polo
Last week I wore a polo shirt to school. Well, not actually a Polo shirt …but, you know, a polo shirt – with short sleeves and a collar. The kind that Ralph Lauren made famous with a little stitched horse. Mine didn’t have a stitched horse but it did have a school logo – it was nice… the kind of shirt you wear to work on casual day with khakis and loafers, the problem is – I don’t wear khakis…or loafers. So today, on a day that I thought I’d bring school spirit to my students by wearing this polo…with khakis (c’mon, of course I didn’t wear loafers – I wore heels) instead, I brought laughter.
Apparently there is protocol for teachers that wear polos. It’s like the holiday sweater or the jean jumper, certain teachers wear them, but none under the age of 52 and only a few over. It’s an outfit that screams…”hi, I’m a teacher, now go write an essay.” To date, I’ve never been this teacher. I wear heels with everything including jeans (they make me taller than all of my students…and they make me look thin), I wear faux fur vests, and every once in a while a Hannah Montana puff-sleeved shirt. So, needless to say, on the day of the school-spirit polo, I was greeted with several once- overs, quite a few “did the school actually make you wear thats?” various raised eyebrows, and one lunch detention (seriously, you cannot say to a teacher “you look weird” without getting a lunch detention…you just can’t.) It was a banner day in my classroom in which I realized that regardless of how old I get or how much authority I have, it is still awkward to be the “uncool” person in Middle School.
I’ve tried to make up for it for it since then. The next day my heels were extra high and my jewelry was extra trendy. I said things in class like “whatev” and I talked about Twilight as if it weren’t the tackiest trend in literature since Sweet Valley High (oh, c’mon…you know it’s true). I belted out Christmas carols in class and traded in a grammar worksheet for a fun partner activity…all in an effort to regain my status as a non-polo wearing, semi-cool faculty member…and I thought I had done a good job, I thought the whole error in fashion judgment had been erased from the list of transgressions…until one of my co-workers (yes co-workers, not students) said to me with a smirk, “so Mrs. V., nice shirt yesterday.” You’ve got to be kidding me - it was a polo! It’s not like I showed up to school in a robe and fuzzy slippers! But that was it, my status as trend-setting teacher is officially gone, and apparently it’s been replaced with the title of “teacher who is only slightly cooler than one who shows up in a denim jumper” …and with my status officially gone, I’ve realized that there is just one thing left to do…I mean honestly, I might as well at least enjoy myself this holiday season – so Christmas sweater, here I come!
Apparently there is protocol for teachers that wear polos. It’s like the holiday sweater or the jean jumper, certain teachers wear them, but none under the age of 52 and only a few over. It’s an outfit that screams…”hi, I’m a teacher, now go write an essay.” To date, I’ve never been this teacher. I wear heels with everything including jeans (they make me taller than all of my students…and they make me look thin), I wear faux fur vests, and every once in a while a Hannah Montana puff-sleeved shirt. So, needless to say, on the day of the school-spirit polo, I was greeted with several once- overs, quite a few “did the school actually make you wear thats?” various raised eyebrows, and one lunch detention (seriously, you cannot say to a teacher “you look weird” without getting a lunch detention…you just can’t.) It was a banner day in my classroom in which I realized that regardless of how old I get or how much authority I have, it is still awkward to be the “uncool” person in Middle School.
I’ve tried to make up for it for it since then. The next day my heels were extra high and my jewelry was extra trendy. I said things in class like “whatev” and I talked about Twilight as if it weren’t the tackiest trend in literature since Sweet Valley High (oh, c’mon…you know it’s true). I belted out Christmas carols in class and traded in a grammar worksheet for a fun partner activity…all in an effort to regain my status as a non-polo wearing, semi-cool faculty member…and I thought I had done a good job, I thought the whole error in fashion judgment had been erased from the list of transgressions…until one of my co-workers (yes co-workers, not students) said to me with a smirk, “so Mrs. V., nice shirt yesterday.” You’ve got to be kidding me - it was a polo! It’s not like I showed up to school in a robe and fuzzy slippers! But that was it, my status as trend-setting teacher is officially gone, and apparently it’s been replaced with the title of “teacher who is only slightly cooler than one who shows up in a denim jumper” …and with my status officially gone, I’ve realized that there is just one thing left to do…I mean honestly, I might as well at least enjoy myself this holiday season – so Christmas sweater, here I come!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Florida Chick Makes a Threat
In general, I have to say that I have pretty good kids - I know that I'm biased...you don't have to email me and press the issue - but, that being said, aside from the whole "voting-for-the-opposite-candidate" debaucle, I have to say that my kids are pretty well-adjusted, polite, funny, and low ratio of mistake-to-success kind of kids... except for this past week.
Now, I blame this on their father and the fact that he's traipsing around London and calling us "chaps" on the phone - it's ridiculous, I think he even said "cheerio" today before hanging up - mind you, he's only been gone four days, but apparantly it only takes that long for one to become a true Londoner...as long as he doesn't expect fish and chips when he gets back...
Anyway, the kids...now, it's nothing major, just your garden variety excessive whining and picking on each other - the kind that seems 582 times exaggerated when you've been home alone with them for almost a week...and tonight I'd had enough. I have to say that I really didn't time it right, I suppose I could have controlled myself for another day or two, but today, I lost it a little, and honestly, I did the worst thing imaginable...I threatened to take away Christmas. I mean really, what parent does this? What parent threatens Christmas? The T.V., the computer, even the cell phone or friends - but Christmas? really? And to top it all off, we were standing in front of Santa's workshop ready to hand him his letters, ready to sit on his lap and pour out our soul. And then it happened - the last straw - and mother of the year that I am...I say, in a very calm and quiet voice, the one that each child knows as the serious mom voice, "if you continue with this behavior, you will not get to celebrate Christmas this year."
Ok, so I blew it. I did what every mother vows never to do...I said the first words that came out of my mouth before thinking them over. Honestly, I would never cancel Christmas...it's just not an option. But instead of being reasonable, rational...I blurt it out, and instead of sounding responsible...I sound ridiculous. The thing is, to my kids, I wasn't ridiculous - they believed me, which might actually be worse. Now, not only am I ridiculous...now I've become the Grinch...ouch.
Oh, the joys of parenting. Of working through issues and teaching values. Of building dreams and building lives. It's the best job in the world...but it's the hardest - and at the end of the day we all know that someday our kids will be in therapy with a psychiatrist who asks them about their childhood...and honestly, no one wants them telling their therapist that mom took Christmas away as a punishment for acting up in the line at Santa's Workshop. Actually, no one wants them telling their therapist anything but how wonderful their mother was and how she shaped them into the wonderful doctor/lawyer/philanthropist that they now are...on the other hand, I did get two giant hugs before bed tonight and I think they may have forgotten about the whole "threat" thing...or maybe not, but in that case, I may have found the best way to guarantee that they are on Santa's "good list" - at least for the next 22 days, and that, really isn't all that bad.
Lots of Love from a completely ridiculous Florida Chick!
Now, I blame this on their father and the fact that he's traipsing around London and calling us "chaps" on the phone - it's ridiculous, I think he even said "cheerio" today before hanging up - mind you, he's only been gone four days, but apparantly it only takes that long for one to become a true Londoner...as long as he doesn't expect fish and chips when he gets back...
Anyway, the kids...now, it's nothing major, just your garden variety excessive whining and picking on each other - the kind that seems 582 times exaggerated when you've been home alone with them for almost a week...and tonight I'd had enough. I have to say that I really didn't time it right, I suppose I could have controlled myself for another day or two, but today, I lost it a little, and honestly, I did the worst thing imaginable...I threatened to take away Christmas. I mean really, what parent does this? What parent threatens Christmas? The T.V., the computer, even the cell phone or friends - but Christmas? really? And to top it all off, we were standing in front of Santa's workshop ready to hand him his letters, ready to sit on his lap and pour out our soul. And then it happened - the last straw - and mother of the year that I am...I say, in a very calm and quiet voice, the one that each child knows as the serious mom voice, "if you continue with this behavior, you will not get to celebrate Christmas this year."
Ok, so I blew it. I did what every mother vows never to do...I said the first words that came out of my mouth before thinking them over. Honestly, I would never cancel Christmas...it's just not an option. But instead of being reasonable, rational...I blurt it out, and instead of sounding responsible...I sound ridiculous. The thing is, to my kids, I wasn't ridiculous - they believed me, which might actually be worse. Now, not only am I ridiculous...now I've become the Grinch...ouch.
Oh, the joys of parenting. Of working through issues and teaching values. Of building dreams and building lives. It's the best job in the world...but it's the hardest - and at the end of the day we all know that someday our kids will be in therapy with a psychiatrist who asks them about their childhood...and honestly, no one wants them telling their therapist that mom took Christmas away as a punishment for acting up in the line at Santa's Workshop. Actually, no one wants them telling their therapist anything but how wonderful their mother was and how she shaped them into the wonderful doctor/lawyer/philanthropist that they now are...on the other hand, I did get two giant hugs before bed tonight and I think they may have forgotten about the whole "threat" thing...or maybe not, but in that case, I may have found the best way to guarantee that they are on Santa's "good list" - at least for the next 22 days, and that, really isn't all that bad.
Lots of Love from a completely ridiculous Florida Chick!
Monday, December 1, 2008
Florida Chick Celebrates the Season
There is something terribly wrong about celebrating the holidays in 80 degree weather. Don't get me wrong, I love the sunshine...hate the snow - but listening to Josh Groban croon "O Holy Night" while drinking a pina colada on the beach...that's a little much.
Ok, ok, so there's not actually a pina colada - but there is a beach, and flip flops, and tank tops, and air conditioning. I still order a pumpkin spice latte everytime I pass Starbucks...but there is just something not quite right about having to roll down the window while I enjoy it so that I don't break out into a sweat from the heat. This year, instead of driving slowly on the way home from Thanksgiving dinner so as not to go sliding off of the road because of black ice, we were forced to drive home slowly because of traffic on I-95. And even though we decorated the tree this year with carols playing sweetly in the background, I struggled to get a good picture of the kids because of the glare of the sun streaming in through the patio doors.
Now, snow has never been on my list of things that I miss about living in Michigan, but I have to say that every once in a while I'd love to slip on a sweater, heat up a mug of apple cider and watch the snowflakes flutter down while I listen to Christmas carols. I'd like to bundle up under a blanket, build a crackling fire, watch a football game, and enjoy the sparkle of the tree lights as they reflect off of the icicles hanging from the eaves. And then...as I continue daydreaming about all of the amazing Christmas memories that could be, I realize that although I don't have hot cocoa, or cozy blankets, or a fire in the fireplace (actually, I don't have a fireplace at all) I can still curl up with a good book while Josh Groban serenades me in the background, I can hang lights, and light candles, bake cookies (with the A/C on of course, so the kitchen doesn't get too hot), and when all else fails, I can throw on a tank top and flip flops, take a picture in front of the palm tree in the yard strung with Christmas lights, and send it to all my friends who had to shovel out their driveways before leaving for work this morning - because really, if I can't enjoy a little holiday weather, I might as well at least enjoy the fact that while my Northern friends are busy shoveling, scraping and bundling up, I'll be heading to the beach this weekend for the Candy Cane Parade, with a jewel toned pedicure and a new pair of flip flops to show it off...now that's a happy holiday!
With lots of love from a very merry Florida Chick!
Ok, ok, so there's not actually a pina colada - but there is a beach, and flip flops, and tank tops, and air conditioning. I still order a pumpkin spice latte everytime I pass Starbucks...but there is just something not quite right about having to roll down the window while I enjoy it so that I don't break out into a sweat from the heat. This year, instead of driving slowly on the way home from Thanksgiving dinner so as not to go sliding off of the road because of black ice, we were forced to drive home slowly because of traffic on I-95. And even though we decorated the tree this year with carols playing sweetly in the background, I struggled to get a good picture of the kids because of the glare of the sun streaming in through the patio doors.
Now, snow has never been on my list of things that I miss about living in Michigan, but I have to say that every once in a while I'd love to slip on a sweater, heat up a mug of apple cider and watch the snowflakes flutter down while I listen to Christmas carols. I'd like to bundle up under a blanket, build a crackling fire, watch a football game, and enjoy the sparkle of the tree lights as they reflect off of the icicles hanging from the eaves. And then...as I continue daydreaming about all of the amazing Christmas memories that could be, I realize that although I don't have hot cocoa, or cozy blankets, or a fire in the fireplace (actually, I don't have a fireplace at all) I can still curl up with a good book while Josh Groban serenades me in the background, I can hang lights, and light candles, bake cookies (with the A/C on of course, so the kitchen doesn't get too hot), and when all else fails, I can throw on a tank top and flip flops, take a picture in front of the palm tree in the yard strung with Christmas lights, and send it to all my friends who had to shovel out their driveways before leaving for work this morning - because really, if I can't enjoy a little holiday weather, I might as well at least enjoy the fact that while my Northern friends are busy shoveling, scraping and bundling up, I'll be heading to the beach this weekend for the Candy Cane Parade, with a jewel toned pedicure and a new pair of flip flops to show it off...now that's a happy holiday!
With lots of love from a very merry Florida Chick!
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