Goodbye Chapstick…

It’s been in the 80’s for the past 3 days, and the weatherman says, “no more winter”! My lips are plumping up as I type! (Note to self, need facial moisturizer with SPF 30)


Frosted flakes


Just before sunrise on a chilly, February morning…

Me: I think I’ll turn on the heat to take the chill off the house

Husband: It’s not that cold. Why don’t you put on more clothes?

Me: I’m already wearing 3 layers! Including my Uggs!


Husband: [sigh]


Me: You know I hate winter! Floridians shouldn’t have to live like this!

What’s next…?

San Diego Zoo hatches near-extinct ‘tree lobster’ insects

Tell me they eat roaches and feast on mosquitoes for dessert!

Surely they were almost extinct for a reason?!

Near extinct Tree Lobster, Oh Boy!

This guy can’t see his belly-button, much less his shadow!

Marmot de Jour, leader of a cult of weather predictors
Marmot de Jour, leader of a cult of weather predictors

The weather in PUNXSUTAWNEY, PA

February 2, 2015

The best of times, the worst of times…

It was Sunday, and I was bored, so I ventured over to the Fitness blogs. I’ve pretty much avoided them, because they have become boring too. Same old resolutions, probably by the same old(er) people. I hit on one, because there was a picture of a dog. The post was about the difficulties of performing yoga moves with a 10 month old puppy in the house. The young lady writing the post described how the dog is chewing everything…she now has chewed shoes, bras, articles of clothing…etc. The first thing that came to my mind was that this woman is a slob very much like my husband. Our dog has trained (something that I couldn’t do) my husband to put his clothing in the laundry hamper and his shoes in the closet . Currently, the dog is training him to hang up his bath towel; I wish the dog luck. Once I tired of perusing the pictures, mostly selfies, I decided maybe I would watch some TV.

I don’t really like watching TV, but it was frigid and windy outside (again), so I settled in the recliner on the dog patio. The dog and I share this enclosed area, because we can escape from the BIG SCREEN TV in the family room. We have a normal size TV out there, and the dog and I are the only ones who routinely use the room. The only thing on TV that I really like to watch is HGTV, but the commercials tend to make me brain dead. I have to close my eyes when the Wayfair commercial comes on, because I can’t stand watching people who appear to be having epileptic seizures over the perfect throw pillow.

I settled on watching an episode of Love it or List It. I really got into watching this family (of 4) that lives in a 1000 sq. ft. row house. The husband was determined that it could be remodeled to become more functional, and the wife wanted a 2000 sq. ft. house that she could turn around in. After listening to the couple argue for 30 minutes, interrupted by 4 Wayfair commercials, I wanted to tell the wife that it would be easier to get a divorce. I had to get up and go outside to check the weather. The TV just wasn’t doing it for me.

Being the sucker for punishment that I am, I figured I would try and episode of Caribbean Life. This couple from North Carolina sold everything and were shopping for houses in Roatan, Honduras. They wanted a house they could turn into a bed and breakfast, on the beach. Now this husband and wife duo aren’t spring chickens, and they might want to check out some of the fitness blogs…just sayin’. Anyway, the realtor showed them 3 houses, and just as they were getting ready to decide on which house they were going to buy (I’m hanging on the edge of the recliner) the channel changed to a Food Network show…my husband had set the DVR to record Guy Fieri eating his way across America. So I gave up on the TV.

Having a curious nature, I diverted back to the internet and Googled Roatan, Honduras, and I thought I would share a few facts (as factual as the internet is) with you.

What you see on TV & the Internet
What you see on TV & the Internet


Lovely home in the rain forrest with a view of the ocean
Lovely, affordable home in the rain forest with a view of the ocean


The only hospital on the island, ill equipped to handle emergencies
The only hospital on the island, ill equipped to handle emergencies, so they advertise


They do have an Aeromedical Service that operates on a membership basis, with a Sikosrky 62A helicopter that can transport up to three stretchers and is fully equipped for emergencies. It will take you to the big hospital in San Pedro Sula. Although Roatan has a hyperbaric chamber for diving emergencies, the website states that it’s currently out of commission…so sad.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…”

I hope spring gets here soon…


I forgot about ears…

Two days ago, I was in shorts, and the temperature was in the 80 degree range. Last night, a cold front moved in and this morning it was cold. That’s the way it is in central Florida, we get cold air blown in from the frozen north, and the temperature dips for several days until warm, Florida weather reappears. It was 39F (4C), but the wind was blowing 18-24mph, and the windchill was 25F (-4C), so I was in a quandary as to what to wear when I walked the dog this morning.

While I was drinking my coffee on the front porch, protected from the wind, I noticed it was a bit nippy. I was only wearing a cotton hoodie. Well, that sounds funny doesn’t it? I actually had on jeans, a T-shirt, my tennis shoes, AND the cotton hoodie. Far be it for me to throw on a hoodie to cover my nakedness and give my neighbors eye strain! Anyway, I stepped off the porch to gauge how cold it felt in the wind, and for a minute I contemplated putting on my old ski bibs and down jacket. People in Florida just don’t have much cold weather attire, and I thought the snow bunny suit might be a bit extreme. The sun was just peeping over the trees, so I thought if I waited 30 more minutes, it might make a difference.

Finally, after two cups of coffee, and the dog staring me down, I put on a quilted vest under my hoodie, and grabbed my gloves. As soon as the dog and I set off, I was spitting my hair out of my mouth. The wind was at our backs, and we had about two blocks to go before we got to the poop tree. My giant white dog has a favorite tree. I actually felt comfortably warm, but the hair blowing in my face was driving me crazy.

Finally, after the daily dump, (yes, I pick up) we started back towards home, with the wind in our faces now. We were walking at a brisk pace, as I didn’t want to dilly dally in the cold wind. That’s when I noticed my ears; I swear they were turning into ice. The dog stopped to sniff a calling card (grass with dog scent), and I told him, “no time for that, my ears are gonna fall off”. I can’t believe I forgot my ears, and the hood(ie) was blowing in the wind.

I know the folks up north and out west, probably think Floridians are cold weather wusses, but we just don’t have to deal with cold temps and wind chills very often…AND we never have to deal with snow in my neck of the woods, thank goodness!

If you want to read about an awesome blogger, that commutes daily in frigid temperatures and snow, check out:


I have a new respect for those willing to face cold and snow, with such a positive attitude!