Happy birthday New england Bloggers

Happy Birthday New England Blogger s! (http://ebogie.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-new-england-bloggers.html) Part of the celebration is for each blogger to write something about their New England experience or State. Like a kid with a looming homework assignment I have been struggling with what to write. I am not computer savvy to download a slide show of my state or upload pics from the internet.So I will do what I do best and thats ramble on and on, and maybe just maybe I will contribute a little something.
I live in Maine where it snows and it snows and its cold in the winter. I hate winter! Every winter I beg my husband to move to warmer climate then he says "if we move then in summer you will hate the heat, or be worried about Tornadoes or hurricanes" (why is it husbands have an excuse for everything?). I am a home care nurse, I drive to some bad rural areas, and you see this is another reason why I hate Winter, driving! I have family in the the South, they like to make fun of us hicks up here, most recently a friend in the south was shocked that I was able to see the movie Avatar in 3D, her reply was "you actually have 3D all the way up there? (its a good thing she is far away to avoid my pummeling her). I digress, anyhow these relatives in the South recently got some snow and ice, and guess what, their world ended. Schools shut down for days, no one went to work, and they dont have people who plow their driveways or snow blowers they HAD TO SHOVEL!! I loved it and it has made me think that winter is not so bad here, because us Mainers have learned to keep going, adapt, survive. Without winter there would be not spring, no contests to see who spy's the first Robin, no apple blossoms, lilacs, No Mud which is a vital rite of passage for every toddler to run throght the mud with his/her goloshes. There would be no need for LL bean or sleigh rides, no appreciation for hot cooco, or wood stoves.....all of these things that in our coldest season bring feelings of warmth and happiness. So I think I will re-evaluate my hating Maine winters they are not so bad in fact "they are 'Wicked' good"

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Love my mailbox. Love to open it everyday excited to see what it holds, usually disappointed to find bills, but occasionally there is a jackpot of fun catalogs to drool over, a letter or card from a friend and sometimes that anticipated book I ordered from amazon. Today however shock of all shocks.... I got something about dealing with "my preteen". Stop the presses, I don't have a preteen do I? Making dinner the brochure had me rattled. A million little things to do, I had to stop all and Google preteen and sure enough the defined ages for preteen is age 9-12. Gulp, that's a hard reality to swallow. Going to stop this post now and go hug my "tween" before you know it he will be a "teen".

Aloha!!

Trying to embrace the snow this weekend, although truth be told I'm dreaming of warmer climates. Went out and built a snowman with my son which was a blast, my son named him "Jake".

So far so good.....

Last night my husband wimped out and decided he was to tired to ring in the new year so off to bed he went. My son and I being the brave, fearless adventurers we are vowed to stay up and help "Ryan Seacrest" ring in the new year. Snacks in hand all cozy we took our places..... Then somewhere around 2am my son wakes me up and says "Mom wake up, we missed it", both of us had fallen asleep before the clock struck midnight... Oh well got to give us credit for trying!
We currently are in the midst of a three day snow storm (the jury is still out on the severity). This morning we surprised our son and took him snowboarding. I was certain before the trip was over we would end up in the emergency room with someone breaking something. I had to close my eyes as my son descended down the hill for his first run, It was only once my husband started jumping up and down cheering that I learned he had amazingly made it to the bottom of the hill without a single fall. Yay!! I started watching, each trip down he got braver taking on the jumps off to the side! He made it look so easy my husband decided to give it a try. Taking his place at the top of the hill snowboard locked on his feet, my husband slowly started down the hill, his knees buckled and his arms began flapping like some crazy bird, then smash... Down he went on his derriere. No harm, no injuries except maybe his pride. He made his way back up the hill then watched as my son "showed him how its done". Poor hubby... thanks for the laugh. 2010, So far so good!