I have no idea what opening line I should use because I am SO EXCITED TO BE HERE. You may know me as the bride who took the MOB’s sanity, or as “boobie.” For now you can just call me the newest Bella Girl thank you very much. My life feels bella-fied already. I was beginning to feel like the last kid picked in gym class– a feeling that generally comes with being the baby of the bunch. No I don’t want any sorry tears… wipe those off your face please. Point is, being apart of the blog is magnifico. My heart is full and boy is the blood pumping!

        Now that I am in Denver the feeling of being the forgotten sister has been MAGNIFIED to the core. Hard core. I have learned that the only way to cope with being away from my possy is to really grasp onto my new identity as a granola, and some of my recent experiences has made this transition a tid bit…. well, rocky. And I don’t mean the mountains.

Let me share so that you can have a taste at what I mean.

        Experience numero uno: This happened on our first night in D-town. Our wonderful friends invited us (us being Eric and I) over for a welcoming dinner. I was driving. Eric in passenger. One minute passes. Car coming at us. Headlights coming closer. Me screaming. Eric pulling the wheel right. Me slamming brakes. Me realizing it was a ONE WAY STREET. Gosh I hate city streets!!! Darn these one ways!!! I just brushed my shoulders off though, played it cool.

        Experience number two: The second night in the city we had to drop off a Uhaul truck that we used to move here. We made plans for a ride back home but of course those plans somehow fell through. So when it came time to leave, the Uhaul lady–we’ll call her LaTesha because I feel it is very descriptive– gave us these instructions about walking home, “Excuse me sir, yeah I’m talkin to you, you need ta give dis fine young blonde yous jacket and hunny yous need ta hide that purse ya got there. This neighbahood ain’t pleasin’ so watch yo back. Yous should be fine though, it ain’t too dark yet ( Thanks, LaTesha. As if that was reassuring).” Let’s just say we sprinted to the nearest light rail and even forgot to pay because all we could think about was gaining refuge.

        Experience number three (my personal fav): Our first Sunday still makes me laugh when I’m lying in bed at night. While at church, one old grandpa conversed with another old lady and I happened to overhear. This is what my eavesdropping skills picked up:

Lady- “What are you doing in here? This class is ladies only.”

Old man- “Uhhh, errr…”

Lady- “Now unless you have had a sex change you aren’t allowed to be in here.”

Old man- “No thanks. I’d rather not.”

Lady- “Yeah, wise guy. That’s what I thought. It’s too expensive anyway. I’ve looked into it.”

THIS STUFF IS RICH!!!!!!! Wait there’s more. That very same day a different lady wanted some show time so she got up and grabbed the microphone out of the hands of a young girl who was teaching. She warned us that the animals will judge us at the last day, and she accidentally kicked her cat that morning. She began to cry and told everyone that she is doomed. Talk about show stoppin, show show stoppin…

        As you can see my life in the city so far has been exciting/strange, so to speak. Riding an elevator 32 stories up every day to my apartment is an experience in itself. My ears pop, and I usually share an eerie silence while riding it with a stranger. And supposedly I missed Shaquille O’Neil by just a couple of hours in the new gym I work out in (I guess basketball players always hang out in there because a Denver Nuggets trainer owns the gym). Am I bragging yet? haha. I’ve been skiing twice since we got here– a number that beats the total of times I have been in the past decade. Was I any good? Do I need to answer that? Let’s just say that stopping with “pizza slices” doesn’t work as well when you are older and happen to weigh more.

I can’t wait to share all of this crazy life with you Bella readers. Let’s hope I get this granola thing down because 

I think I’m gonna like it here.

Until next time!

xoxo Kiersten

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