It’s true I’ve lived in the midwest the majority of my life but I spent my first impressionable years in the dry dusty heat of Texas and then a couple years in the tropical temps of Okinawa, Japan (we were an airforce family).
Thus, when the temps start dipping below 50 degrees I start pulling out the wool coats and parkas. I hate being cold, hate it. My husband has lived in the midwest all his life and thinks I’m a wuss.
And guess what? I am. I’m a wuss about the cold. I dislike the cold so much it makes me want to shut myself in all winter with a million cats to keep me warm…and I hate cats.
Any ideas what I should get my college freshmen sister for Christmas?
She’s got more clothes/shoes than my other sister and I combined, she loves scary movies, and she’s kind of a hipster.
She’s the only person on my gift list that I have absolutely no idea what to give her - because of our age difference we’ve never been too close but I’ve been told she’s already found something great to give me.
Any suggestions would be super helpful and appreciated.
Today was unseasonably warm, 70s in November does not happed very often. I recall several years ago in Iowa there was a blizzard that was so bad in late November I had to postpone my daddy date on my birthday. My family had a tradition that on our birthday we went out to a special dinner with our dad. Just me and my dad and there were no rules, I could order whatever I wanted, dessert as a meal and all the virgin strawberry daiquiris I could stomach. I also got to choose the restaurant. It made birthdays extra special.
The tradition started because my father was in the military when I was growing up and unfortunately that meant he missed some things like girl scout camp-outs and daddy/daughter dances so after he retired we began the birthday dinners as a way to make sure we got to spend time with our dad.
The blizzard year is still burned into my memory, I was all dressed up and we were going to go to Red Lobster where I planned on stuffing myself with shrimp scampi until I burst. I was standing outside the car, watching my poor father try to scrape a foot of snow off the car and he looked up at me with a heavy snow still falling and shook his head. I eventually got my dinner a couple days later when the snow stopped but at that moment, it was the end of the world. I wasn’t going to get my dad time, my shrimp scampi, or my virgin strawberry daquiri that night.
Today I’m thankful for my dad and those daddy birthday dates. It was a special thing we got to do with our dad and I’m not sure I told him how grateful I was he took the time to give us a special day of our own. I also appreciate how much we meant to him and how it must have felt to walk me down the aisle and give me away just a few months ago.