I get to the church and ask where I can plug it in. I walk into the gym, to find about 25 other crockpots all lined up and plugged in to various extension cords and power strips. I realize that I'm not dealing with your usual women here. They all had made a different kind of soup and each crockpot wasn't just the simple plug it in and adjust the temperature. They make them stainless steel now and have retractable cords (like those super cool vacuums). Some have lid stands and ladle holders. I was blown away at the various ones that everyone had. I know I probably shouldn't have been so fascinated with crockpots, but I couldn't help it.
Then as if it wasn't awkward enough helping at a funeral that I knew just a couple of people at, every single person had to come up to me and ask how I knew the family or was related to this bunch. (All in their Wisconsin/Canadian accents sorry folks I still here an accent from each one of you and yet you all seem to get offended when I mention this). I'd say I'm not I'm bla bla bla and I'd start explaining who I was. EACH one said, "Oh you must be Lacy!" They would all hug me and say that they had heard so much about me. Yet I had no idea who any of them were. I also am not much of a hugger. I hate germs and hate touching. Unless it's O kisses or Stephen kisses.
They all suggested we get together and have various play dates with the kids and get together for lunch and so on and so forth. I am actually excited to make a few new friends here. But some of them seemed like they were just doing it out of pure obligation. That bothers me! (Not you Liz, I love you already)
Most of the women here... alright and most of the men kind of have an attitude. They aren't all that high maintenance. Which makes me feel great. That means that I am able to look halfway nice, while not having to remotely try. I can just roll out of bed, brush my teeth and feel comfortable with seeing anyone and everyone at the grocery store or on the street. Back home, EVERYONE always has to get ready before going out to the grocery store or get the mail. It's like who freaking cares what you look like to talk to the mailman? Who are you really trying to impress here?
So as you can see, I am having a few mixed emotions about this dear hand shaped state. I'll continue to analyze and get back to you on that one. On another note, O's halloween costume is almost complete! He is going to be a little GI Joe soldier man, just like Stephen. I thought it would be brilliant and somehwat unique.... seeing as everyone dresses up their babies like a puppy or a peapod. Should be a nice first Halloween for him. Now just to find a costume for the Momma. Hopefully one that doesn't resemble a piece of cloth. That's about how big all of the adult women costumes are now. Geeze.
Oh! Tomorrow we are going to spend the day with my sister Carrie and her little darlings. First time getting to meet my neice and nephews. I am super excited and a tad nervous. But, should be great. Here's to a great weekend for all of you. Be safe! xo
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