The Cool Kids on the Block

Our stuff got here yesterday. If you were a fan of the first season of Survivor- imagine Sue Hawk but manlier and you will have a pretty good picture of the truck driver who brought our stuff. She brought with her a couple of recently graduated high school kids who she picked up in Salt Lake City. I just have imagine of a bunch of teenagers standing on a street corner waiting to be picked up by burly truck drivers. I felt kind of bad for them all when her giant truck wouldn't turn onto our street so they had to park at the end and walk all our junk up to the house.

Anyway, the kids did a fantastic job of loading and setting up everything. They were infinitely better than the guys on the other end. They apologized profusely for nicks and dings that weren't even there fault. They were also pretty funny. I walked into this conversation:

Dude 1: Do you drink?
Dude 2: No
1: Are you Mormon?
2: No
1: Then why don't you drink?
2: I don't know...
(I walk in)
2: Your husband is so cool.
Me: Why is that?
1: He drinks beer.
Me: LOL, yeah sometimes.
2: You don't see alot of that around here especially on the front porch.
Me: Yeah, I tell him all the time we are going to get kicked out of Utah.
1: No you won't but you don't see that alot.
2: By the way, you aren't like most of the women we move. You aren't a bitch...I mean, sorry....
Me: LOL...thanks?!

So I guess we are the cool kids now since we drink. Basically, Kevin had walked over to talk to the neighbors- we have already talked to our neighbors more in the last two days than we did in over a year in Florida- and the guy handed him a beer so he drank it. Apparently, that makes him cool. He laughed and was happy that that is all it takes to make him cool in Utah.

Stay tuned for stories on fancy equipment, gas, and purple mountains majesty!!!