SHE'LL BE COMIN ROUND THE MOUNTAIN WHEN SHE COMES.....

Zachary and I did go skiing. We went to Winding Trails in Farmington. Had a great time. I told him we needed to start off on the easy trail because it was his first time but really it was for my own benefit. Its been almost a year since Ive had any kind of exercise at all. He is so athletic anyway, he could have done the most difficult trail and been fine. For those of you who have never cross country skied before, its not all straight and flat as many people think. Sure there are places like that, but thats too boring for me. I need scenery, hills and woods, bends and curves. And believe me, there are some pretty good size hills even on the easy trail. So we get to the first hill and Zachary falls ( for the 1st time) as he starts to approach it. Its no easy task getting up once you have fallen. Cross country ski's are longer than downhill ski's. So I go to try and help him and by the time I get there, Im traveling at a good pace and am unable to stop. Keep in mind poor Zachary is still lying on the ground ass backwards with his skis up around his neck. Im now screaming things like " Get out the way!" Watch out! Whoaaaaaaa! Move your poles! Zacharrrrryyyy!" I felt like I was going down that hill at 90-mph. And literally at the last millisecond, he manages to roll to the side and missed my path of destruction. Now this hill is shaped like and L, it goes down and then curves around. If you miss the curve than your in the trees. So I did good, I didnt fall all the way down and around the curve. Unfortunately Zachary had to fend for himself getting up and then coming down the hill himself. "Thanks a lot mom, you just left me there and almost ran me over!" he says with a smile on his face. " Well kid, the way I see it, your pretty lucky you don't have ski treads across your forehead!" We had so much fun . We really needed that time by ourselves. He really enjoyed it and cant wait to go back, next time on a harder trail. He was very patient with me taking it slow. I told him he could go up ahead of me a little bit but he didn't. Stayed right with me. Occasionally he would say "C'mon Mama Pajama!" (that's what he calls me sometimes). He did so good. No one would be able to tell it was his first time. I'm so glad he liked it. Now we have that to do together. I used to ski with my mom. And sometimes its hard finding things I have in common with an 11 yr old boy. I do my best, but theres only so many nascar laps I can watch on tv, or listen to endless sports conversations in this house. I'm not into quads and or BB guns. I really do try. And he isn't into soap operas and laundry or grocery shopping. But now we have skiing! Theres a lot of testosterone at 147 Mountain Road. But still, I wouldn't trade my boys for the world. The other night at dinner, the entire meal was spent talking sports. And I finally said to Steve, you know what? I'm going to have an invisible friend from now on. And were going to braid hair and talk about pony's. He just looked at me like I was nuts. But he got my point. I feel left out, include me. So then he says "Whats going on with Zarf?" - ( that would be the transgender lesbian on All My Children who's going to have his winkie cut off so he can be a girl.). "Well he is a she and she goes by Zoey now" I say sarcastically. Score one for Steve. Point taken. Sometimes we have different interests but we all try.