Trying to be "back"

I haven't had much to share in a VERY long time and the more time that passed the harder it was to think of anything to post. I am now going to make a point of posting something weekly, whether it entertains or not. Today I will begin with something that is hard to ignore: Snow. I have close to 3 feet of snow from 2, count them 2, snow storms in one week. Snow is great from afar and on Christmas other than that it is wet, cold, and melts into messiness. As a child, like most children, I loved snow. There were about 5 reasons I loved snow and there are equally as many reasons why I despise it now:

1. My favorite part of snow was being the first "being" to walk through a fresh snow fall. I don't know why, I just got so tickled to be the first to plant my footsteps into the white canvas. I usually would write my name with my path.

2. Sledding. We have great hills in my home town and not a lot of town money to afford snow removal let alone salt. The hills were great!

3. Building snowmen. Mine never got really big because it is a lot of work! The base ball usually turned into the body as a whole because I would be exhausted and only lift a small ball to set atop as the head.

4. Twice growing up the school bus didn't make it to my town because of the weather and because of those times I prayed, and truly believed it would become a regular occurrence, each time it snowed it wouldn't get here and we would have a 'snow day'!!

5. Shoveling the walk. I think this was like number one: being the first to make a mark. I would really shovel to nowhere because my dad would beat me to the actual walkway.


The reasons I despise the snow or the above mentioned activities:

1. Being the first to walk in snow means I will have to bundle up to walk to nowhere and all that will really happen is snow getting up my pant-leg or down my boots--- WHY BOTHER

2. I do have fun sledding once or twice a year but anymore than that would land me in a chiropractor's office for the remaining 8 months. My tailbone just can't take the jumps and my arms can't take the emergency rolls anymore.

3. As I said, I was never really good at snowmen and tried to build one for Dax once (and failed) my ego is better off without the humiliating looks I get from my children

4. I don't ride a bus anymore instead I get to drive in the god-forsaken shit. I am not as scared of doing so as I once was (I would have panic attacks---SERIOUSLY!) I am now more afraid of the idiots who think they know it all and end up wrecking and putting the rest of us in danger.

5. Ok, I still love to shovel the walk and most times I am the first out there. Maybe it goes back to making the first mark with a twist of social acceptance: its normal for an adult to shovel snow but not randomly walk in the yard in a path that spells my name.

I do enjoy a good, heavy, white-out snow storm when I am home, do not have to be anywhere for a couple of days and have a bottomless coffee pot with sugar-free french vanilla creamer....that sounds pretty good right now: COME ON SNOW STORM!!