It's not you, it's me.

Change is tough. No shocker there.

But it can be even harder when you're married to a chameleon.

Obviously I don't literally mean a chameleon. I mean someone with chameleon like characteristics, specifically the ability to adapt to new environments quickly. Enter Chris.

For example, I don't know how a man, who practically lived at in and Out, moves half way across the country and within weeks has already found and fallen in love with a new cheeseburger.

I on the other hand, have refused to even try a cheeseburger since I've been here, just dream about them instead. I'm serious, two in and out dreams, two miguels dreams.

Today, I guess you could say I had a mini meltdown, food related of course. I was in serious need of some comfort food and being Nowhere near anything remotley familiar I tried out a little place called taco johns. Fail.

The food was ok, it was supposed to be like a del taco, except it's basically nothing like it. When I asked for a small fry they said we have potatoe oles.... Ummm ooook. Nope. They were good, but nothing like French fries and I was is no need or mood to try ANOTHER new thing.

I realize this sounds pretty ridiculous, but when you're starving for something familiar, something consistent, something the same or that you're used to you just want a little comfort with you're food.

If Life is A Highway

I'm that super annoying car in front of you that isn't quite sure where they are going. No really I am.

I spent the day running errands today...on my own. Yeah, that's huge, seeing as how sometimes I still managed to get lost in Corona.

Between google maps, the around me app, and a compass I managed to have quite the adventure trying to go to lunch, find the bank, make some returns and go to the post office.

First off - Our new bank, Bank Iowa is pretty awesome, but I guess coming from my hate/hate relationship with Wamu/Chase it wouldn't really take much to make me happy, just don't physically abuse my accounts and we'll be just fine. My only complaint- which is not really a complaint- or their fault- its just that the building, colors, location and name is very similar to Bank of the West which is located only a few driveways away. You can imagine every one's confusion as I walked into the wrong bank requesting money from my non existent bank account.... well not really but I did pull into their driveway before realizing I was at the wrong bank.

Next I conquered walmart, actually SUPER Walmart, I am pretty much helpless against it's super power, I haven't even attempted to go to the super TARGET, I know I can't handle that kind of temptation right now.

Once again walmart and all of it's roll back prices got the best of me. The thing about the walmart story is not so much that I somehow manage to buy double of everything I needed when I got there, but more about the fact that I was in tears walking around the store as I was shopping.

Let me back up, I pulled into the parking lot and parked, as I was collecting my purse and gathering the items I needed to return, I listened to a voicemail Gretchen had left me earlier that day. mistake number 1. Of course I start crying because she is saying everything I am feeling, and need to hear. I collect my thoughts and shut the door, yup you guessed it... Mistake number 2...keys are inside. As if Bananas and I don't already have a history-- (the car hates me) I locked the keys inside as.it.starts.raining. I head inside, not that I wouldn't have a shortage of things to take up my time inside while I waited for Chris but I try to call Gretchen back and as I am leaving her the message I start crying again! I'm pretty sure people here think I am crazy, or just refer to me as the "cold girl who cries in all the stores" (ross, dahls, and now walmart) but who's counting Anywhoo as has been the case for the last few months Chris shows up to save the day and we head home to end Dora and Diego's adventure for the day.