It's my birthday...

So, today is my birthday. 36 to be exact. I'm not really feeling it, if you know what I mean. I don't feel like I should be this much of an adult. I feel overwhelmed with everything going on in my life right now. I'm sitting alone in a house in Utah, UTAH for heavens sake, my boys are on a plane, I have no furniture, no TV, no refrigerator, and I'm kind of wondering how I got here.

The past two weeks have been nothing but a blur. A blur of activity, stress, anxiety, laughter, tears and disbelief.

I think I'm just anxious to get on with our life. We've been in this in between place for a couple months, well, since Easter, trying to get details ironed out. There's been movers to deal with, a house to find, a house to leave, friends to tell good-bye, dogs to situate and an entire life to rethink.

I'm excited about the possibilities ahead of us. I just want to get on with it already. I'm feeling slightly out of place in our new neighborhood. Everything is so perfect. Perfect little houses, perfect little flower beds, perfect little blond children running around in perfect little baby Gap outfits, perfectly coiffed, made up super thin and over-medicated women running around with perfectly lipsticked smiles on their faces. Can three hillbillies from West Virginia fit in here? Should we try? Or should we bring our own brand of redneck to Duloc (ahem, Shrek reference). The Ogres are moving in!

However, I should note that except for these fancy schmancy neighborhoods I really like Utah. People have horses in their backyards. Not like they have an acre of land and a horse. Like they live in a neighborhood but instead of a swing set there is a horse back there, or a goat or chickens. LOVE it. Also, the WalMart has this "bulk" buying section for people who live up in the mountains in the winter or I guess for those cults that live in their compounds or whatever. I'm going to slip a picture of it next time. I've never seen anything like it. Never. Not Sam's Club or anything. You can buy a five gallon bucket of beef buillon powder. I know what everyone is getting for Christmas!!! You can never have enough beef buillon!

I think I'll go see if I can find something decent to wear to pick the boys up from the airport. I'm running out of clothes and hope the movers come tomorrow with my stuff! I do NOT want to go to the laundry mat. YUCK!