Who am I?

Well, it seems like everyone and their brother has a blog of some sort.....I suppose it's time that I gave in to peer pressure and got one too. Bear with me as I learn the do's and don'ts of blogging.

So, you might ask, who am I? Let me throw out a few adjectives and phrases.

female
smart
quirky
caring
creative
bad typist
lover of inane trivia
tv addict
newbie blogger
NewYorker living in New England



Ah...New England....the birthplace of democracy to some. What a quirky and fun place to live. So full of character. Don't get me wrong, I like it here. It's just that as a relatively recent transplant I often find myself in a state of near-perpetual bemusment. For example, let us meditate on the practice of soup in the summer. Summer=hot. Soup=hot. I am not sure who got the idea that eating hot soup in hot weather was a good idea, but neverless, it has stuck. My idea of good food in the hot humid frizzball that is August is cold food (ice cream, ice pops, ice). Maybe one day they will let me in on that secret...once I've lived here long enough.
See, that's another thing about New England- they judge you by the amount of time that you live here. As someone who has moved to the southern part of this great region and is making her home here I, sadly, will never be considered a 'native'.....Vermonter...Rhode Islander....Masshole (I swear that I have friends how refer to themsleves with this term, I am not just trying to insult the state of MA). When someone asks me where i am from I still instinctivly say "NY". I may live here, but I do not feel worthy of saying that I am from here. Puzzling.