{"id":747,"date":"2005-07-14T10:04:00","date_gmt":"2005-07-14T17:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/2005\/07\/14\/the-florida-life\/"},"modified":"2005-07-14T10:04:00","modified_gmt":"2005-07-14T17:04:00","slug":"the-florida-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/2005\/07\/14\/the-florida-life\/","title":{"rendered":"The Florida Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We had a great weekend in Jacksonville.  The beach was fun (we returned with the family later and had a wonderful sunny morning with great shell hunting, castle building, and burying Will in the sand), the pool was great, and the company fantastic. <\/p>\n<p>Indeed, I was having so much fun that I momentarily contemplated my life as a Florida housewife.  It would be like moving on to Wisteria Lane.  Modest house in gated golf community, complete with perfectly poured streets and manicured lawns with the &#8220;pesticide application &#8211; don&#8217;t walk&#8221; signs still fresh on the curbside.  Spending mornings at &#8220;the club&#8221;: me in the gym, Will in the center daycare.  Meeting &#8220;the ladies&#8221; for lunch and cards, where we dish about our husbands&#8217; lives and housekeepers.  Afternoons in the pool while Will naps.  Making dinner in the evenings.  Taking an occassional pottery class to &#8220;have a hobby&#8221;.  All I would have to do is look pretty for the rest of my life, and no one would ever think the less of me; indeed, some members of my extended family network may even think better of me.  Maybe this is crass and jaded account of the life of a Florida Housewife, but it certainly seems like the life expected of me.<\/p>\n<p>Reality check: The only thing I understand about expectations is how to challenge and surpass them. <\/p>\n<p>Now that I&#8217;m home in my tiny, 100+ year old shotgun, walking down ancient streets full of bumps and cracks, with the pressures of work and the looming dates of comprehensive exams breathing down my neck, I&#8217;m so happy to have my life.  I may have the appearance of the typical brainwashed American mom\/woman\/girl, but the reality is that I seek more than white bread for my diet. <\/p>\n<p>Take home message: Ladies, expect more of yourselves than others do of you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We had a great weekend in Jacksonville. The beach was fun (we returned with the family later and had a wonderful sunny morning with great shell hunting, castle building, and burying Will in the sand), the pool was great, and the company fantastic. Indeed, I was having so much fun that I momentarily contemplated my [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/747"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=747"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/747\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=747"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=747"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=747"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}