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One Classy Holiday Letter 2019

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Happy Holidays!!! We hope you had a terrific 2019! We certainly did.

Determined to start the year off right, we vowed not to repeat last January’s theme of “Gluttony”. And by we, I mean me. I woke up the morning of January 2nd 2019, put down the garlic knots still clutched in my chubby little hands, and headed to the natural food market to pick up riced cauliflower & 99% fat-free turkey

While I was debating over which zucchini noodle might taste less like zucchini, Brian and the kids were hitting up every Acme within a 5-mile radius, in search of the elusive Most Stuf Oreo Cookies rumored to be making a debut. They found them. But in a lame show of dieting solidarity, Brian pledged to twist the top wafer off of every cookie and feed it to the dog instead of himself. I lost 4 pounds that month, Allie Oop gained 3, Brian lost 10.

In February, we bid adieu to all of our snow-loving neighbors and settled in to our yearly “tell me why we live here again” winter hibernation. With high speed internet and a full cord of 4-hr Duraflame Logs to keep us lukewarm, we had little reason to leave the house – except once, when the numbers fell off our mailbox and threatened the promptness of our pizza delivery. Not owning snow gear (completely on principle), I dressed in 10 layers of my heaviest lightweight clothing and went out and fixed it. Upon returning, the family seemed genuinely surprised that I had survived the deadly 30 degree temps, as was I.

My fingers froze and I was forced to abandon the tools. But I retrieved them in the spring.

My fingers froze and I was forced to abandon the tools. But I retrieved them in the spring.

We reemerged in March. Ana started spring soccer, and Collin made the high school tennis team despite having never played before. Naturally, we assumed the team had fairly low standards, but it turns out he’s a pretty good player. Who knew. Brian was awarded a work incentive trip for two to the super fancy island resort of Kiawah Island, SC. And FYI, it’s pronounced key-a-wah, not kie-a-wah like I called it throughout the entire trip. Not one southerner corrected me. They were probably too perplexed over who let the classless Delaware Valley girl on the island. Ordering all those glasses of “wooder” couldn’t have helped my social standing.

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Before flying back to Philadelphia, we spent a night in Charleston. We absolutely loved the town, but the hotel…oh my. Judging by the artwork and décor, I’d say the designer of the Grand Bohemian Hotel in Charleston was on an extended acid bender. When we got to our room, located at the end of a disorienting hallway, I threw open the curtains and gasped. Our window was literally part of an indoor art gallery. Literally. There was no mention of this at check-in. The free continental breakfast, yes, but not this. I just sat on the bed stunned as hotel guests gathered around to watch Brian respond to work emails, no doubt wondering when “living art” became so mundane.

I know you think I’m exaggerating.

I. AM. NOT.

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And can we just zoom into the room and acknowledge the evil painting overlooking our bed…

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home

For Spring break, we packed up the car and headed south to catch a Disney Cruise out of Port Canaveral, FL. Between the stops along our route and the cruise ports, it was an eventful trip. We ate in Savannah, shopped in Hilton Head, visited Ron Jon in Cocoa Beach, trampolined in Cozumel, swam with stingrays in the Caymans, zip lined in Jamaica, went to the Disney water park in Orlando, walked the boardwalk in Jacksonville, and had Easter dinner in a Lumberton, North Carolina hotel room, because nothing says “Christ is Risen!” like a McDonalds Happy Meal and gas station wine.  Ana turned 10 during that awesome trip, yet somehow felt cheated out of a birthday party.

On Easter, they should call it a Hoppy Meal

On Easter, they should call it a Hoppy Meal

When May arrived, we could almost taste the summer. I began working on my 2019 margarita recipe, Brian bought a new copper mug for his Moscow Mules, Collin returned to work at Candy Kitchen, and Ana finally got us to throw her a birthday party at the Delaware Humane Association. I’m proud to say we returned home without adopting an animal. When your dog destroys your lawn and your cat considers her litter box to be more of a suggestion than a requirement, your heart tends to harden.

In June, Collin and I took an 8-hour water safety course at the local Fire Hall and walked out with our Boating Certificate. During those 8 hours, we received exactly zero instruction on how to actually drive a boat, but thanks to a slide show on life preserver buoyancy, we can now walk confidently into any boat rental place and high-speed a 25 footer out of there within minutes. You know what that course really taught me? The ocean is vast, and brimming with clueless boaters like us.

By July, with the kids out of school for the summer, we were living full time at our beach house, The Ship Show. The weather was always warm, the sun was always high, Ana was always bored, Collin was earning coin at Candy Kitchen, and Brian, myself, & the dog enjoyed cocktails every evening on the deck.

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Seriously, come 5 o’clock, Allie will spit out any ice cube that wasn’t soaked in premium Grey Goose. It’s the damnest thing.

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It was more of the same in August, until the last week when it was time to return up north. Booo. We packed up our summer clothes, cleaned out the refrigerator, and put the kayaks away. Collin said goodbye to his Candy Kitchen manager, who then gifted him with the traditional and always appropriate “Thank You for Your Service” 6-inch switchblade. Watching him use the lawnmower makes me nervous, but thanks for the spring-loaded knife, Susan.

In September, Ana entered 5th grade and Collin became a sophomore. Ana started with a new soccer team, where she’s absolutely thriving! Collin joined Varsity Football where he, unfortunately, faced many physical setbacks throughout the season. He sprained his ankle, dislocated his finger, bruised his kidney, and somewhere in one of those waiting rooms, contracted pink eye. But he never gave up. He showed up to practice every day, even the weeks he couldn’t play, doing whatever he could to help his team. As Brian always says, “There’s no ‘I’ in TEAM.”  But there is an M & E, so that’s a dumb saying.

Just one of the many medical establishments we frequented this fall.

Just one of the many medical establishments we frequented this fall.

In October, Collin turned 16 and got his learner’s permit. I was a nervous wreck, still am, but the breakneck speed at which he takes dangerous turns suggests he’s a very confident driver. And when he asks, “Which one is the brake again?” and revs the accelerator to narrow down the choices, I remind myself that our medical deductible has been met, so out-of-pocket expenses won’t be a concern again until January 2020. Also, I started drinking more.

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November was a very exciting month for both Ana and Collin’s teams. Ana’s soccer team finished first place in their division, and Collin’s football team made school history! Prior to this season, his football team was one of the lowest ranking schools in the state, but under the leadership of a new and inspirational coach, they ended the season 10-2 and made it all the way to the semi-finals of the state playoffs! *I had to ask Collin these details because I’m not very sportsy, hence the ME in TEAM.

We’ve been very busy this December. Not so much with Christmas (thank you, Amazon Prime), but with squirreling away non-perishables & DVRing episodes of HGTV’s Caribbean Life, preparing for the long winter ahead. If you happen to see us out and about between January and March, odds are we’re either foraging for food or seeking medical treatment. Come say hello, we’d welcome the human interaction.

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As this year is coming to a close, we want to say thank you for being a part of our lives. Whether near or far, yesterday or yesteryear, you are always in our hearts. May your 2020 be filled with an abundance of love, laughter, health, and happiness.

Love,

Brian, Kim, Collin, and Ana

A Classy Family Cruises to Bermuda! Part 2

 

If you read my last post, you know that we recently embarked on our first cruise, 7 days from NYC to Bermuda on the Norwegian Breakaway. And you also know that we’ll never ever venture beyond the suburbs again. 

Here we are boarding/embarking/loading/whatever cruise people call it:

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As soon as we unpacked, the children did what they do best:

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they watched TV.

Determined to get this party started, we shut the TV off and forced the kids up to the top deck for a little miniature golf action.

First up was Ana. As she swung the putter back like she was teeing off at the Augusta Nationals, Collin decided that this was theeee perfect moment to bend down and survey the slope and grain of the course.

First injury of the trip. Frankly, I was surprised it took that long.

After the crying died down, we were shocked at how quiet it was on deck 15. In fact, other than an elderly couple, we were the only people up there.

“See” I said, “There might be 4,000 people on this boat but it doesn’t feel crowded.” to which Brian replied, “Yeah, and it’s surprisingly quiet. Almost like we’re the only ones outside.”

Turns out we were.

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So the next day, while everyone else was playing Bingo and shuffleboard, we got our fake story straight (we voted on ‘group nausea’, 3:1) then headed to the restaurant for a quaint safety drill.

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He was so annoyed, he refused to make direct eye contact with us.

After experiencing nautical humiliation, we went to the pool and relaxed…until Ana slipped and hit her head.  Luckily, it wasn’t serious. But unfortunately, like a form of bad onboard entertainment, she went on to repeat this performance at various pool locations throughout the trip. “I’m here all week, folks!”

Our cabin was quite lovely. Small, but lovely. It helped that we had a huge balcony:

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Not having a balcony would’ve been like driving cross-country while sitting in the backseat between my kids while they wrestled. Yes, without the balcony, someone would have been “accidentally” left behind in Bermuda.

 

Ana loved the bunk bed which lowered from the ceiling. Collin, who slept underneath, grew to hate it.

Fourteen. It seems that 14 is the number of times a 10 year will stand up, hitting their head on the underside of a bunk bed, before the thought “hey, I better not stand up because there’s something above me” becomes second nature.

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Each night, our cabin steward, Cornelious, would leave us an adorable, yet slightly ambiguous, towel animal on our bed. And every night the children would scream and argue over what kind of animal Cornelious had intended to make. One night, on our way back to the room, they started on the towel animals again,

Me: LISTEN TO ME! WHEN WE GET INTO THAT ROOM, I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ONE SINGLE WORD ABOUT TONIGHT’S TOWEL ANIMAL! 

Them: —–

And there it was…

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 the literal and figurative ‘elephant in the room’.

 

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to be continued…

Last cruise post. Spoiler: we eventually make it to Bermuda and back.

One Classy Family Cruises to Bermuda! Part 1- NYC

Prior to sailing off to Bermuda on a 7 day cruise, we spent a day in NYC. Let me just say this…we don’t own chickens, or wear overalls, or even drive a pickup truck, but I’ve never felt more rural in my whole entire life. In fact, I would have been more comfortable riding a pissed-off horse than the NYC subway. CHEESE AND RICE.

After bumbling around underground and getting stuck in turnstile after turnstile while muttering, “Golly, this here place is crazier than a mama goat on her period.” we finally reached our first stop, Times Square. We were on a mission to visit the largest Toys R Us ever!

I call this next part, Times Square: Where my NYC anger was born and nurtured.

Picture it….we arrive in Times Square and find ourselves surrounded by a bazillion people going in different directions, enormous billboards with models whose boobs are bigger than my garage doors, and neon signs flashing to the tune of “migraine, migraine, migraine…”. *It’s probably not the best place for an epileptic to do his or her shopping.

Amidst the chaos, I saw something exciting, something fun, something uplifting: Minnie Mouse! But not just Minnie Mouse, there were other characters walking around as well, Elmo, Hello Kitty, Buzz Lightyear, Woody, Spiderman, and tons more!

“Aww” I said, “New York City isn’t so bad. The NYC Tourism Department must do this as a way to greet visitors!” And Ana rushed right into Minnie’s mustard stained arms while I snapped a picture.

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And then Minnie continued to hold tightly onto Ana, refusing to let her go until I put a dollar into her matching tip bag, leaving me to wonder if I had just paid my first ransom.

Here she is fleeing her captor:

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And so it went on like that for two blocks. Only it got worse.

At one point, Ana posed with Hello Kitty when an uninvited Spiderman jumped into the picture.

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Umm…, no one asked your scrawny spidey ass to crawl over here. But that didn’t stop him from throwing his mask off and chasing us down the street until we gave up a buck.

After about $20, my suburban politeness died and an angry city girl was born. Well, as angry as a suburban girl raised to be nice to others can be, which meant a lot of eye glaring, head shaking and NO THANK YOU’s. But in my mind, I was fighting off Elmo with a roundhouse kick and punching Woody in his woody.

After an hour of figuring out if we were on the right train headed in the right direction, we wobbled onto 5th Avenue to take Ana to the American Girl store. Did I mention I had to walk around the city with her doll’s head sticking out of my bag the entire time, like some kind of jackass?

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Holy shit that American Girl Store is nuts! Can you believe they have a fashion studio, hair salon, earring piecing station, photo shoot studio, and organic spa treatments for those damn dolls?! When asked where the line was to have my Bitty Baby circumcised, the sales lady shot me a look of disgust. Probably because I failed to make the appointment months in advance.

Looking around the place and its three stories of ridiculousness, I was never more embarrassed to be a gluttonous American citizen. Who would even consider spending mucho bucks on a doll’s needs while real children are starving all around the world? After buying a $40 outfit, hair extensions, and a hula hoop for Mitzy, I had my answer.

Sadly, the hair stylist was booked until next Tuesday:(

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Next post: Holy shit, we board a boat!

 

 

 

 

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