And I made it through the labor and delivery without being a big baby.
I had to work out a few lumps in my throat when I saw my couches, but mostly I was strictly business. And strictly ballroom. (If there is one thing I know, it's how to dance around my emotions.)
Until I saw my car.
Oh bee-U-tiful, for spacious skies!
Lookie, peeps! That's my old car sitting in my new driveway.
Oh, Martha and Swirl, does it tug at your heart strings to see my old car in my new driveway?
When I took my car for a ride I had to do the heimlich on my eyeballs because they were all choked up. I couldn't even see where I was going. Alls I could see was the leftover sand everywhere.
And the clock. The clock said 9:00. But it wasn't 9:00 in Utah, it was 1:00!
As Gad as my witness, I will NEVER change that clock. So help me Gad, I will drive in Hawaiian time for the rest of my live long dayz.
But the thing that really gave me whiplash was my son's trombone mouthpiece sitting in the cup holder.
Do you know how long that mouthpiece has been sitting in that cup holder reminding me that my son will never be a trombone player?
And then I pushed play on the CD player and guess who was there?
That darn John Mayer is always there when I need him.
Hugs, John Mayer!
So after I got through getting reacquainted with my car, I started unpacking my boxes. It was like Christmas morning, (if you opened all your old beat-to-helk junk on Christmas morning).
When you move every single thing you own is wrapped and wrapped and wrapped in packing paper and each little bundle sends a surge of adrenalin through your veins as you unwrap it.
The suspense practically kills you.
You're like "OMGosh . . . here's my . . . soft scrub. YAY! And here's my . . . vanilla. Woohoo!"
My red spatula is in heaven.
Friends are so important!
The Relief Society lesson on Sunday was all about friends.
After it was over, I lingered . . . but to no avail, cuz I don't have any friends in Relief Society . . .
I used to have friends in Relief Society . . .
I was just about to start pouting over it when some sweet lady named Carol Bell came up to me and said, "ALOHA! Welcome to our ward."
Hugs, Carol Bell! And kisses too. (((Air kisses, of course (don't know you that well) (ftr, I don't know John Mayer that well either, but I would have kissed him))).
Here's a cute story. There's a girl from my high school in my ward. I was kinda excited about it so I went and sat behind her in Relief Society and I was like, "hey, girlfriend, remember me?" She looked at me with a blank face so we exchanged deets. Then I was like, "so do you remember me now? Huh? Huh? Huh?" She was like, "Ummm, I'm gonna say yes, cuz you kinda look familiar . . . "
Then there was this kinda awkward pause before she got up (politely) and moved to the other side of the room.
She probably just isn't used to me as a Hawaiian tropic model. Luckily, I was in a really good mood on Sunday because Sunday's are so spiritual. Anyway, I know I'll win her over eventually. That's what dummies do.
Not whining, just sayin'.
I did meet someone at church who is related to someone who knows someone who married someone who I almost went with to a bath house in Korea. Come to think of it, I actually did go with her to a bath house in Korea, but then we decided students and teachers probably shouldn't see each other nekked so we chickened out.
It's a small world afterall, ain't it?
My neighbors are really nice too. My next door neighbor's name is Kimbree, which means cute cheese. I know we'll hit it off because I LUB cute cheese. She brought me a pear pudding pie on Saturday. Then yesterday she brought me some pear butter. And today she called and invited me to do my canning with her. I LOL'd and said, "Girlfriend, are you serious???? Do people really can?" Then I told her, "If I canned with you, when would I watch America's Next Top Model?"
Poor, poor Kimbree. She has no idea that she now lives next door to the dummy!