Fruit Inspection

Hands down. This is her. Her name is Courtney. She’s been my stylist so long that I can’t even remember how long it’s been! We met in Sunday School class. She was opening a new shop and offered to do my hair. I tried not to be offended that someone would walk up to me at church and suggest I do something different with my hair, but…. that’s Courtney. She knows exactly what I need.

When we moved to Florida I tried to time my visits back to Georgia to correlate with when I would need my color touched up. It was working until recently. My scalp looked very similar to the trending Pinterest page “Dark Roots”, only a lot less glamorous!!!

I was stressing out about my options: 1. Find a salon in Florida and hope for the best. 2. Wait it out and be grateful I don’t know a single person in a 500 mile radius. 3. Buy a box of color and darken my whole head until I could get to her.

I texted her one day and asked for her advice. Her first question was: “Where do you live again???” Turns out Courtney was in the mood to escape the wet, cold winter and we agreed to meet in Orlando for the weekend, where she would fix my hair.

See? I told you she was the BEST!

Unfortunately, Orlando was rainy and cool Friday and Saturday, so we hopped in the car and drove towards Tampa on Sunday. We found the sun shining at Medeira Beach on the Gulf of Mexico. Our boys played on their boogie boards as we sat in the sand all day. It was a perfect ending to a great weekend.

(And this time… my roots are dark on purpose! LOL…)

My parents came in last week after spending a few days with my aunt and uncle on the gulf side. Then, on Saturday, after many, many, TOO MANY hours at the airport, my sister made it to Ft Lauderdale. We did some tourist type things while they were here, but mostly we hung out at home cooking, playing games/Legos, getting Nanny hooked on The Blacklist, and basically enjoying being around one another.

One particular thing I had planned for my sister was to go horse back riding. I know she enjoys that and my kids have always wanted to try it, so when I found a local park had trails, I made us an appointment for Tuesday morning.

It was fun to ride again. The last time I’ve ridden was around 2007, I think. After the trail ride, I thought we’d meet Nanny and Grampa at Butterfly World, but Nanny hurt her neck and wasn’t feeling well. So we headed back to the house where we decided a trip to the beach was in order before Jessica left the next day.

Most times when I’ve been to Deerfield Beach, it’s practically empty. Not so today! The beach was packed! The weather was perfect and the kids were able to get in the water and play, besides making an entire “sand castle town”. I think I could easily get used to living in Florida!