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Last night Wade and I decided to be a little social and go to the Institute activity to celebrate the Chinese New Year.  I wanted to see my friends I don't see very often since I live in Fayetteville, Wade wanted to get free dinner.  So, we got there-Wade excited to eat and me excited to see my friends.  Much to our surprise instead of finding YOUNG single adults, we found just plain old[er] single adults.  You know you're in the wrong place when people come up to you to tell you that they are friends with your parents. I should have checked the details on the facebook event.  So, how did we get out of it?  Well, since Wade technically falls in the Single Adult category, he felt that he had every right to eat the food.  So, we did. We mingled a bit, and then we went on with our night.

From Happy Valley to Cape Fear Valley

Good news!  I got a job. I know that's news to most of you, but it's the best way to introduce my topic for this post, which is how I ended up in Cape Fear Valley.

So this new job is actually the perfect first job for me in every way...except for the location.  I feel so blessed to have found a job not long after finishing my internship and it's so nice to be able to be productive. It's just funny how life turns out sometimes. 

When I lived in Provo (aka Happy Valley), I would have never guessed that I would end up here.  I'm sure here has its redeeming qualities, but what I'm most afraid of is ending up at the bottom of the lake somewhere like the guy I heard about on the news the other day.  Scary stuff happens down here. 

At orientation we learned about how not to leave ANYTHING valuable in our cars while we're at work because break-ins are frequent and they are so sneaky about it security doesn't always catch them. 

Also, when I checked the reviews for my apartment complex they said, "DON'T MOVE HERE"  "FREQUENT BREAK-INS"  "HEARD GUNSHOTS."  Oddly enough I live on Elm Street.  I think there was a movie about a nightmare on Elm Street????

Fortunately in the week I have been here, I haven't had any problems.  I diligently keep my car empty of anything, except a little trash to make it less appealing.  I walk with purpose. I pray morning and night for safety.  I try not to make people mad on the roads.  I only go outside in the daylight.  I still need to get some pepper spray (or wasp spray as a woman in my ward suggested, since it shoots further).  Maybe I'm a little paranoid.

Krissy's New Year's Resolutions circa 1992

All I can say for myself is that at least I was goal oriented.  :) 

Pictures of the Week

It's fall here and it's so pretty.

 Homemade ravioli-takes FOREVER.  I now know why people buy it instead.  It tasted really good, though.

My cat Littlefoot

He thinks I'm in the bathroom and is waiting for me to come out.  My bathroom has 2 doors so I snuck around and took this picture because I think it's really cute that he does this.  It is not uncommon that I don't realize he's there and whack him with the door on my way out.  Oops.

Awkward Sauce

My sophomore year of college was a particularly rough year for me.  It was like that chubby 13-year-old-brace-face-super-insecure version of me had taken over.   It was even harder because I had really beautiful roommates. I mean, they were my best friends so I never hated them or wished awful things to come upon them, it was just a little hard at that time to be, well, the awkward one.

One of the guys that liked one of my roommates became one of our good friends.  His name was Van and he liked to play music on his guitar.  He wrote a song kind of based off of this one in which each verse was about one of us.  We each had our kind of "sauce".  As you can already guess, I had the awkward sauce.

To give you an example of my awkward sauce that year I will now tell you a story.  It was winter of that year that we (my roommates and I) were invited to Van's cabin for the weekend along with all the coolest and cutest guys in the ward (they all liked my roommates).  You see, it is actually nice to have beautiful roommates because you get to be included in things like this.  So, we were having a nice weekend--we had snowball fights, went sledding and snowmobiling, ate good food,etc.  All was well...at least until I had to use the bathroom.

It was Saturday afternoon and everyone was resting in the cabin after a morning of playing hard.  Like I said, I had to go to the bathroom.  You know how sometimes the water gets low because something is wrong?  Well, that was the state I found the toilet in, but for some I reason determined that going to the bathroom and then flushing it would be a good idea. It wasn't.  Fortunately the water never overflowed, and after some consultation with 2 of my roommates and, due to fear of embarrassment, we decided to just let it be.

A couple of hours went by.  Van's sister had to take a shower to get ready for a date that night.  We were playing cards when all of a sudden we hear water dripping from the ceiling.  My roommates and I look at each other.  Huh, what could that be?  The toilet?  No, it couldn't be.  Well, it was.  I guess there was some serious plumbing issues going on which caused some minor flooding in the cabin.  I wouldn't say I caused the problems, but I may have exacerbated them.  Oops.  We didn't tell Van until a year later.

Fortunately that year ended and I can now laugh at my social awkwardness.  Every once in a while, though, I find myself fighting my awkward sauce. I guess it's somewhat normal to feel awkward sometimes, but I hate it! It's like everything that comes out of my mouth is so unfunny or I just don't know what to do with my body.  And you know how someone makes a joke and then someone else responds with a joke to keep it going?  I can be really good at killing jokes.  So, the moral of this story is that I think no matter how comfortable and confident I become, I will always have times of awkwardness and will just have to accept my awkwardness as part of all the wonderfullness that is me.