{"id":11757,"date":"2015-01-11T01:44:25","date_gmt":"2015-01-11T01:44:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=11757"},"modified":"2020-09-08T15:56:49","modified_gmt":"2020-09-08T19:56:49","slug":"polar-vortex-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2015\/01\/11\/polar-vortex-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Polar Vortex #2"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s cold<\/p>\n

There are parts of me that get so excited with anticipation of a big storm. Here it’s snow, in North Carolina it was hurricanes. Of course snow storms are typically more benign. And with a good snow storm comes a snow day. Those are always fun.<\/p>\n

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Living in the south you for sure miss that anticipation- will there be a snow day tomorrow, and then when there is….<\/p>\n

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But I’m not gonna lie, I am a southern girl at heart. I like warm weather and beaches.<\/p>\n

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My Texas born husband keeps begging me to go skiing with him and the kids. I hate the cold. While I love the activity, I just really really hate the cold.<\/p>\n

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So I stay home, and prep a nice dinner for when they get back.<\/p>\n

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I try to enjoy the fun parts of these cold winters- and I do like the snow. But super cold temps….<\/p>\n

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Not for me.<\/p>\n

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Next weekend Andy and I are headed to our fave beach for my birthday<\/p>\n

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Just for the weekend- to the 30A songwriters festival<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Because if I don’t escape the winter I go a little crazy<\/p>\n

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Eventually we will move back south.<\/p>\n

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To where I don’t know- we have a few years to figure it out<\/p>\n

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My list is very short<\/p>\n

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But for now I embrace the northern land that my boys love to call home<\/p>\n

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And all the snowy days that come with it<\/p>\n

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Enjoy your winter, wherever you are<\/p>\n

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It’s cold There are parts of me that get so excited with anticipation of a big storm. Here it’s snow, in North Carolina it was hurricanes. Of course snow storms are typically more benign. And with a good snow storm comes a snow day. Those are always fun. Living in the south you for sure miss that anticipation- will there be a snow day tomorrow, and then when there is…. But I’m not gonna lie, I am a southern girl at heart. I like warm weather and beaches. My Texas born husband keeps begging me to go skiing with him and the kids. I hate the cold. While I love the activity, I just really really hate the cold. So I stay home, and prep a nice dinner for when they get back. I try to enjoy the fun parts of these cold winters- and I do like the snow. But super cold temps…. Not for me. Next weekend Andy and I are headed to our fave beach for my birthday Just for the weekend- to the 30A songwriters festival. Because if I don’t escape the winter I go a little crazy Eventually we will move back south. To where I don’t know- we have a few years to figure it out My list is very short But for now I embrace the northern land that my boys love to call home And all the snowy days that come with it Enjoy your winter, wherever you are<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":11758,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11757","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/Q14A1637copy.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11757","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11757"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11757\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17500,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11757\/revisions\/17500"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/11758"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11757"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11757"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11757"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}