My first

an intro to me and mine

This is hopefully the first of many blog entries that I will be doing. With that being said, I don’t know how I could possibly fit more into my busy schedule. But I will try.

For those of you wondering what a 38 year-old mother of one, stepmother of three, post-mortem examiner, mortuary student, and girlfriend to a true geographer would have to say…the answer is plenty. I experience new things on the daily, it seems, and invite you to experience them with me, if you’d like. If not, move along. We don’t need your kind here.

It is currently about 50 degrees in Florida and my windows are open as are my sliding doors. It’s beautiful. Apparently, it’s even snowed about an inch in Tallahassee and Jacksonville!  Amazing. The horses just outside the neighborhood are frolicking in the chilly wind and I miss the days I used to have my own.

I recently saw snow fall for the first time last month.  My love (of nearly three years) took me to NYC at Christmas time which was one of the top things to do on my bucket list. Then it snowed. Another bucket list item. Having him get down on one knee and propose in the middle of Central Park while it snowed at Christmas time in NYC; now that would have been something. But alas, he did not.  I was ecstatic nonetheless.  I had no idea what cold was until the day after the snow; the wet, messy, cloudy day after the snow. I could live without that.

Tonight B and I are taking the kids to the drive-in theater to see Jumanji.  We are heading out in our pajamas and picking up food to eat there.  Should be fun if they don’t freeze to death.  Floridians.

Cheers.

 

 

 

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