It’s Magic and Amazing . . . and My New Best Friend

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I don’t like hot weather. At all. The older I get, the less I can tolerate the heat. Living in Texas, summers are hot. I’m always hoping one of those lottery tickets my husband buys will be a winner so that we can relocate to somewhere wonderful every summer and allow me to escape all those 100+ days.

But I don’t enjoy cold weather either. I’m cold-natured and from about October 1 on, my hands and feet feel like a block of ice. I pretty much live in layers. Pullover sweaters are my go-to necessities, and wear socks 24/7 (okay—maybe not when I’m in the shower—but it’s close).

If I could live somewhere that averaged 65-70 during the day, those temperatures would be ideal. Even if the nights dropped to 50-60, I wouldn’t mind that a bit. When I sleep (which seems to be less and less these days), I do better when it’s colder temps and I can bury myself under flannel sheets, a blanket, and a comforter.

Yet cold weather may just be manageable for me in the future. Why?

I discovered foot warmers.

I’d vaguely heard of them before. And I needed them desperately as I went to a football game this weekend. Not just any game. A game for the Big 12 Conference Championship (which my school had never won). A game that would be the last held in a stadium that had seen over 60 years of games played. I have lots of terrific memories of games in that stadium, and I really wanted to cheer my team on as they won a conference championship.

That meant sitting out in some pretty darn cold weather. Texas in December might find you in a short-sleeve T-shirt running your A/C (as I did last Wednesday)—or it could mean turtlenecks and boots and wool sweaters (as when Thursday’s temps dropped about 60 degrees and a wintry mix of sleet and ice barreled through the area). I escaped the ice and got out of town just ahead of the storm, heading south to where the game would be played.

At game time it was 24 with a wind chill of 11. The good news was that my friends I traveled with had brought hand and foot warmers. I’m not a hunter and I’m not married to one, so these little packets holding a small miracle simply weren’t on my radar. Let me tell you—now that I know about them—my life may never be the same again!

We tore those babies open. Shook them around to activate them. Then stuck them all kinds of places. Inside our boots. In the back pockets of our jeans. Inside our gloves – snap! It was all about being creative and finding interesting places to slip them.

You know what? I wasn’t cold! Of course, I had on Cuddl Duds, a turtleneck, a sweater, a sweatshirt, AND my coat, hat, hood pulled up, scarf, and gloves. But still . . . until the last quarter when my toes got a little bit cold . . . I was fine. Comfortable. Every time my team scored and I jumped around and clapped, those warmers got downright toasty. The shaking and moving keeps them heating like the Energizer Bunny. I could enjoy the game and not worry about the cold.

My Baylor Bears won their championship and are now BCS-bowl bound, headed to the Tostitos Fiesta Bowl just outside of Phoenix. It’s an indoor game, so I won’t need my trusty little foot warmers.

But you never know. Phoenix in January? Could be a little cool outside. I think I’ll pack some warmers.

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Just in case.

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One Response to It’s Magic and Amazing . . . and My New Best Friend

  1. Cookie McCall says:

    And our friend is headed to the Rose Bowl to cheer her team on! You both will be having much fun!

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