Have You Found Your Springtime?

I need a vacation from the vacation. Going away isn't what it used to be . Some good old fashion family bonding turns into a "trip" rather than a vacation, especially when there are days on end of swim diaper changes.  Florida is a funny place.  It's a strange mix of the sexy and the super old.  Yes, its a quick flight from NYC, and yes there are beautiful beaches and pools and some over the top nightlife destinations but I could never live there. The old people smell is just too prevalent to set up shop there 365 days a year.  Aside from a pleather of mosquito bites up and down my legs, there were a few other disturbing moments I encountered in the "Sunshine state"...

• The bejewled flip flop kitten heels- Why must the ladies parade around in these. They give me the hee bee gee bees. Go flip flip or go heel, but together they are a big old mess. Don't cross me with a pair of those...
• The fluorescent coral lipstick half smeared on teeth and displaced on the lips. Its hard to look at, really...

• I always forget how bad the humidity can be down there. Unless you want your hair to look like a rat's nest over an hours time, hair must be pulled back at all times.
• High levels of cheesiness, the cheese factor is poignant.  Too many crop tops and dark roots. It's a hard pill to swallow for me!

Rifle car decals all over the interstate. Red necks were upon us...

But with all that offensiveness,  a beautiful thing happened this weekend : My little brother and his girlfriend of 10 years finally got hitched. I can't believe she stuck around that long waiting for the ring. I told her any other Jewish girl would have jumped ship along time ago!

When my brother told his bride that he had found "his spring time " being with her, ( something that had all the single girls wallowing in self pity, sobbing), it made all the cheesiness and the overwhelming presence of depends in the tent melt away.  It was so truly endearing and genuine and made me realize how special this beautiful April spring night was.

Soooooo, have you found your "springtime?".  Where does it stem from and what does it mean to you?  Sometimes we don't take a moment to stop and smell the roses and determine what makes us  happy and what fulfills us. So your homework assignment tonight is to identify your springtime.  What does it feel like for you? Think about it over a mint julip or a beer will do, too ( go light , though).  If you can't determine your sunshine, your sunset or your rainbow, isn't it about time that you find it?  It's bloom time, baby, springtime is upon us...