Utah Vs. Kansas

Hello everyone! Yes, I will stop playing with the color of the text. It didn't look so good did it? Today is the day of my husband's family reunion. This is the reunion that we are invited to but not really welcome to. Even though we are not welcome, people still think they have to harass us the day before the reunion with phone calls. We were expecting them. You know those messages where they start out with this crap about seeing how you were cause it's "been awhile" and then all of a sudden they say something like "and I wanted to see if your going to the reunion tomorrow and what your feelings are on that." OOOHHH! The REAL reason why you called!!! Don't these people know how obvious they are? Really, we think, they are looking for some sort of info to twist and turn into whatever they want to spread to the vultures. I don't know why people can't just let things be. Why would you try to poke into peoples business like that? I really don't understand. Hmmm.. dysfunction! All right, enough venting about the in-laws.

I moved from Utah in January of 2001. (See the lovely photo of my soon-to-be husband's car with all my stuff in it?) I had lived there my whole life. I liked it. I grew up in a great neighborhood with lots of kids and there was always something to do. In Utah, everyone knows there neighbor. I think mostly because of the Mormon church. In Kansas, no one really pays attention to there neighbors. My husband's grand-father died a few years back. Grandma said that only one neighbor even seemed to notice. Isn't that so sad? I am a waver. Meaning I wave at everyone. I have waved at some of my neighbors for over a year now and they just glare at you like your stupid. C'mon people!! Just smile and wave! I'm not asking you to make me a cup of coffee! I actually have finally started getting waves from one chick. I was so shocked the first time she waved. See? I wore her down. I forced her to acknowledge me with my persistent friendly neighborliness. Yeah! I'm awesome! Of course, climate is definitely different here in Kansas. The humidity, the whole no mountain thing (what the heck is that about anyway?), the insects, the chiggers. If you don't know what chiggers are you are lucky!! They live in the grass and are too little to see them. They love warm places and elastic. They burrow into your skin and it burns and itches like crazy. A walk across the grass and your panty lines are filled with them. It is the most exquisite itchiness you will ever experience. I recommend everyone do this once. Just so you know and remember...Stay Off The Grass!!! In Utah I spent my childhood on the most luscious, greenest, lawns. They were beautiful! How I long to lie on someones lawn and relax! A few years ago on Halloween night, I told my husband to fetch the pumpkins and bring them in before the "kids" steal them and smash them on the road. Now, I thought this a perfectly reasonable request. After all, I spent years watching my parents have the same conversation. However, instead of complying with my request, he acted like he didn't know what I was talking about. (my husband is a native Kansan and has lived here almost his entire life.) Then it dawned on me. "Don't the teenagers steal pumpkins and smash them on the road for fun here?" NO!! They really don't! I still can't believe it! I guess the kids in Utah aren't all drinking and partying like they are here in Kansas. They have to come up with creative ways to have fun. Take for instance the time we toilet papered someones house at 7pm on Sunday night while we watched them watch there TV. Or throwing water balloons at cars passing by and then running like hell. Ah, good times, good times. So there are many differences between these two fabulous places and I love them both. In Utah you say, "Stupid Idaho drivers!" and in Kansas you say "Stupid Missouri drivers!" That's different. People in Utah are beautiful and mostly blond. But in Kansas people seem to have no common sense and they all smoke. And it's not unusual to see people walking around without there teeth. THE END.