Is 2013 opposite year for March? More like "in like a lamb, out like a lion" Jesus March, get it together! I've been saying this for the past five years, but I swear the months have shifted. September is the new August, January is the new December (hello, will we ever get a white Christmas again?) and March is the new...February? Well maybe that's a bit of a stretch, I guess March has always been a bitch. But seriously, this is getting a little out of hand. I think last week, especially Sunday, really screwed us Clevelanders up...over 70 degrees and sunny, then the following week in the 20's and 30's with snow? Well, that and last year's unseasonably warm March. Were we really that naive to think spring had actually sprung? I mean, we should all be used to it, right? Well, used to it or not, it doesn't even matter. This is the time, end of March with January weather, when people in the midwest actually start to lose their shit. I was lucky enough to escape for a week to be in 70 and 80 degrees (which I think should be mandatory for everyone during this time of trouble) Everyday I would wake up barefoot to the sun shining through my window and birds singing. I would check the blustery, freezing, snowy weather in Cleveland while I sipped my morning cappuccino outside on the patio with an overwhelming sense of happiness and contentment. But as they say, all good things must come to an end and now I'm sitting on the plane to come back, looking at the forecast, and in a total state of dread and panic. So as I'm sitting here, I'm thinking, "what can I do to shake this awful feeling when I touchdown to the homeland?" I'm so over fires and comfort foods and socks and boots. I want flowers and cold crisp salads and bare feet and flip flops! I remember when I was younger my parents would always take us to the Embassy Suites in the winter (probably around this time) for the weekend. With all the indoor plants and flowers and little ponds and waterfalls with the turtles and ducks walking around, we really did feel whisked away. We would swim in the indoor pool and play games and run around barefoot. Looking back I now know my parents must have done this just as much for them as for us. But, since I already had my little break while laughing in the face of the March Cleveland cold, I guess I'm not allowed to complain and my only option at this point is to think spring. Positive spring thoughts. I will go out and get fresh flowers, dust off my "sun and sand" Yankee candle from last year (the best), put on my beach boys pandora station, and make some ridiculously fruity pineapple-y drinks...maybe I'll even drink out of a damn coconut depending on my stress level. Hopefully I'll be able to keep the buzz going till spring is actually here. Cheers! Oh, and March, please surprise us and hold true to your saying and turn into what you're supposed to be on your way out.