i up and moved to california about a week ago to escape the horrid utah winter and seek my fortune. (when i say horrid utah winter, i am speaking of other things besides just the weather. i love utah.) but yes, i packed up the majority of my things into my car "miles," a blessed honda accord with over 320,000 miles on it, and sang myself hoarse driving across the deserts.
i moved in with my brother, his wife, and his four kids. we'll call my brother gonzo (although i seriously considered using "sarcasmo"). more will be explained about these kids later. right now, we are remodling the house, and certain things are necessarily out of order for the time being. i have made a nice little bed for myself on the couch as my bedroom is one of the places being torn apart.
one of the things i have begun to notice is my lack of privacy. it is difficult to access my things or even know where to change when i need to. this is made even more awkward by the fact that there are workers everywhere, one especially who has a mohawk and a bumper sticker on his truck that says, "vaginas are way cool." while i have nothing against this assessment, i find it a little uncomfortable everytime i sneak through my bedroom in a bathrobe to hide in my closet and change while he puts in the drywall a few feet away.
all in all though it is a happy existence. the weather is beautiful, the selection of consumer goods MUCH more abundant than in utah, and the children are rampant. they say the best things. just yesterday my nephew (fabuloso), who is 4, had this interchange with his mom (soccerstar):
fabuloso: i don't want to go in with you.
soccerstar: you have to, you can't stay in the car by yourself.
fabuloso: but i won't get in trouble, i'll just stay right here.
soccerstar: no, you have to come in with me.
fabuloso: but who will watch the car?
soccerstar: (uhhhh.)
fabuloso: mommy, if no one is here to watch it, bad guys and MONKEYS will steal the car.
we still don't know where he came up with that one. but we love it.