I married a Yankee - I know.....what was I thinking? I guess I was thinking...."hey...this guy totally speaks my language (minus the Texan drawl)".
But then the differences became obvious. He like the Cleveland Browns, I was a die-hard Dallas Cowboy fan. He's 6'5" - I'm 5'2". He wore suits to work.....I lived in jeans and flip flops. Rest assured, they were always cute jeans and fancy flips ....you know, the kind with sparkly things and bright colors. But as newlyweds you don't necessarily notice those differences at first....well, I did notice the height difference but the other things we just so cute. **sigh**
I'm here to tell you what true love is all about. Adapting. Not so much compromising because that pretty much means meeting in the middle somewhere - but learning what the other one likes and making some changes. WHAT ( I hear you !) ?? Isn't that just a slap in the face of the 21st century woman? Haven't we worked our tightly toned tushes off to achieve equality? Why would we want to start giving in to what the man likes again?? Well.....maybe because HE LIKES IT!!
But it's a two way street. There were things I liked too. And then one day it happened. My suit wearing, northern boy came struttin' out of our bedroom wearing (oh...I can hardly think about it without my heart racing) blue jeans, a white button down shirt and cowboy boots!! And I was smitten all over again....not just because he looked SO DARN GOOD but because I knew he did it just for me. Now that's what true love is all about.
Have I mentioned I'm from the South or...did I really even need to? :-)
I love the south but I must confess that the heat can be a bit of a challenge at times. Southern Belles don't say we 'sweat'...we say 'we're glistening'. And we like to have a mint julep in our hands if we are.
But I am considering reviving this trend from a by-gone era ~ the Parasol!
Beauty and functionality all in one! Now...where did I put that invitation to the Garden Party?
I believe that life is all about balance and that 'too much of a good thing' is probably a valid statement - although I am not sure it applies to the weather but then again, I live in a state that actually has seasons. So maybe if I did live in a place where it was 78 degrees year round with no humidity to make my hair do the exact opposite of what I want it to do then maybe I would make a seemingly irrational statement like "ya know..you really can get too much of a good thing - I think I'd like to live in place where it's so hot in the summer that your shadow sweats."
So I was listening to a radio program (Ok..it was on NPR - yes, sometimes I listen to NPR and so do you and you know it!) where they were interviewing Paula Deen - I woman I admire because she loves real butter and uses it not sparingly which is why her Pound Cake will be served in heaven. BUT... I heard her describe something that I'm pretty sure even if I did my "Hip Hop Abs Cardio Burn" workout DVD four times a day for an entire month I would still not be able to work off the calorie packed, carb filled, deep-fried damage. It's called "The Lady's Brunch Burger". And here is the recipe just in case you're having the girls over soon:
Directions: Mix the ground beef, chopped parsley and grated onion together in a large mixing bowl. Season liberally, with House Seasoning. Form 3 hamburger patties.
Heat a large cast iron skillet over medium-high heat and spray with non-stick cooking spray.
Add the burgers and cook until desired temperature, 4 to 5 minutes per side for medium-rare.
Fry bacon in a hot pan until crisp. Remove and drain on paper towels. Set aside.
While burgers are cooking, heat a non-stick pan, over medium heat. Add 2 tablespoons butter. Crack 3 eggs into the pan. Cook until the yolks are just set and still slightly runny and remove. Place burger patties on glazed donuts, as the buns. Top each burger with 2 pieces of bacon and a fried egg.
Yes, friends.....that is what TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING looks like!
Seriously...I consider myself a pretty low-maintenance kind of girl. Ironically, I'm writing this from my time share condo in a beautiful Caribbean island but that's just because my hubby insisted on this purchase and because I love and respect him so very much...I didn't argue. :-) But...I'm not into designer labels - if the purse if pretty and functional, I'll buy it. Shoes? I just want them to be cute and comfortable. Actually, truth be known....if I could wear sandals or flip flops all year long, I would. Really?? $800 for a pair of shoes because some group of marketing boys decided to put Mr. Big Deal's name on them and convince the world that THIS leather is worth more than THAT leather?
But I discovered a while back that I'm very particular about my coffee....mug. Not the coffee so much...the mug. I do NOT like a dainty, fancy china cup. I do not like short mugs. I do not like a cup where the lip swoops outward. I don't like a thin rim. I do NOT like styrofoam or a metal travel mug.
I want a BIG ceramic mug, with some fancy art-work that holds at least a pint of coffee!! Is that too much to ask?? WELL?? IS IT??
So as I sit here in my beautiful condo with every amenity a person could ever want, I am inconvenienced by the fact that they stock the cabinets with small coffee cups and now I actually have to get up to get a refill.....myself. Gees.
The point to my rambling today is....be careful who you judge and for what. Or better yet...just don't do it at all. Because that same woman with the designer shoes and 4 carat diamond earrings just might be the very same woman who just donated a pint of blood that saves your life...or that she gives anonymously so children in the inner city can have clothes for school.
While I physically live in a time where women obsess over pound and feature – who take extreme measure to cut, snip, nip, cram, suck & tuck until even breathing is painful and smiling is impossible just to impress Lord knows who, in my heart I live in the day of Sophia Loren, Mae West and Marilyn Monroe….women who embraced their womanliness and zest for the sassy side of life. I’m married to the most awesome man in my universe! Maybe we’re both time travelers but somehow our stars collided and we’ve been living an adventure ever since. And he’s sexy….like me – well…..in our minds we are and that’s pretty much all that matters.
I’ll keep this short and sweet for now. But in the words of the immortal Mae... "I'll try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure."