I live in Tucson now. The inevitable has happened. I put our stuff in a huge moving truck (correction: I made others put our stuff in a big moving truck) and drove away from my little grey bungalow (leaving 19 mouse carcasses behind which I would now give my right arm for just to be back living next to my mother, anticipating a surprise pop-in from Kacy or Erin or Heidi). Kacy's tribute to my departure, by the way, was refreshingly sentimental in her characteristic unsentimental type of way. Really, MASH says it all. She is the Colonel Potter to my Radar.
But it's not so bad here. My house--excuse me, my HACIENDA--is nice, but it has some ugly wallpaper in the kitchen that I can't live with. (Picture soon to come). It's like the type of wallpaper you'd see on "Too Close for Comfort" Remember that show? Remember Monroe? Remember Mr. Rush? Well, I am living in a house with Mr. Rush's wallpaper. Please look at the website and listen to the theme song in honor of my wallpaper.
But besides the ca 1984 wallpaper, I am pleased. I even have a gate with an intercom and a button that I push to make the gate open, like Jerry Seinfeld. Someone pushes the button and the intercom buzzes, then I say "yes?" and they say "it's George" and then I say "come on in" and buzz the gate open. We also live very close to a Quik Mart which I will be referring to as the Kwik e Mart from now on. It's right off MASSINGALE road (I'll let you ladies figure out the joke in that--another 80's television throwback). I also accidentally bought Diet Coke sweetened with Splenda, which I do not recommend. Unless you are one of those peeps that prefers Coke but buys Diet as a sacrifice, you should stay away from Diet Coke with Splenda. Big mistake.
The most exciting thing that has happened to me, however, was a visit to the local grocery store, Basha's. First of all, I love the name "Basha's." Say it out loud right now. Now say it with a little growl in your voice. Very pleasing, no? Second of all, they make their own kettle style potato chips, which I am currently eating. Third, when you order a pizza from them and they call your name to pick it up, they don't just say "Carly, your pizza is ready." Instead they say "Attention shoppers, a fresh, hot pizza from our brick oven is currently waiting for Carly at the deli." If they had released balloons and streamers from the ceiling, I wouldn't have been surprised. It made me feel really special.
So as long as I have a Kwik e Mart, a blog, and a Basha's, I guess I'll be all right.