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thoughts on snow

I realize yesterday's post title included "snow" and I neglected to get around to those thoughts!  So for what its worth, here's my thoughts.  Realize this is meant to be humorous, but also very true...

Snow is an important word here.  Its basically a way of life November-April.  Fort Drum was in the top of my list of places I never wanted to go in the Army (#1 on that list is Alaska) for one main reason - SNOW and COLD. I hate being cold.  I really do.  I also hate snow.  I am also sick of people tell me how much I should love it.  Just because you like snow, does not mean I have to like it.  Being hot is so much easier and CHEAPER than being cold.  I have had so many people tell me how much I am going to love the snow here, especially with my girls.   I lived in Ohio for four years, and while we didn't get 13 feet a year, we got enough for me to deal with.  I've had my car plowed in, I've driven in the snow where I couldn't tell where the road ended and the ditch began, I've skied, had snowball fights, shoveled snow, walked to class in the snow around a frozen lake, etc...  I experienced and I didn't like.  I have never missed the snow.
I do not look forward to:
 - getting my girls in and out of the car in sub-zero temperatures,
 - trying to keep a 2 year old bundled up
 - constantly bundling my kids up, only for them to work as hard as they can to unbundle,
 - ruining every pair of jeans I have dragging them through the snow and ice,
 - shoveling
 - driving in the snow and ice
 - worrying about my car rusting from all the salt
  - cleaning up the mess of tracking snow in and out
  - having no clue what kind of shoes to wear to stay warm, not fall and still look somewhat fashionable
 - constantly being cold

  For the little bit of enjoyment snow brings, there is so much more hassle and discomfort.  I'm not a huge fan of extreme heat either, but at least in the south, we don't have to shovel heat and humidity doesn't make a mess in my house!  The only thing I am excited about is that people here know how to deal with snow.  Last winter I was snowed in my parents house for a week because in the south the only form of snow removal is waiting for it to melt.

I know that the sledding hill will bring fun memories for us, especially Addison.  I know that is is pretty - when it FIRST falls.  I know there will be snow tunnels, snow ball fights and snow men.  I know that we will survive...not too many people have died from hatred of snow.  We'll figure it out.

I know many of you love the snow and all that comes with it and to you I say that is awesome...But...for the love of all that is good in the world...stop telling me that I should love the snow!

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