I feel I should do a little catching up since it has been awhile. Things in life are pretty good. It's gotten warmer so the kids and I have been spending most days at the pool. I'm going to the singles ward and I've met some very nice people there. My sister has been extremely generous and I don't really have anything to complain about.
Funny story...I've talked to this one guyat church a few times and on Sunday, as he was passing me he calls me by name, asks how I'm doing and then gives me a hug. The problem...I can't remember his name. EEK! I feel horrible because this is someone who is taking the time to get to know me and be really friendly at a time when I need to make more friends and I am a total dweeb and can't remember his name. I hate when I do this. It's been hard because I meet new people every week. Really, it's confusing who is actually in the ward, who is visiting from out of town, who is new to the ward or who is just stopping in from the LaJolla ward. I'm going to have to figure out some way to learn his name...preferably before I see him again.
Another funny story, a week ago I met some girls in the singles ward and we decided to all go salsa dancing. I was so excited because I haven't gone since I left Provo and it was a chance to make some friends. So we are getting all of our plans together, we finalize everything and then my sister, Brenda turns to me and asks, "Where are you going? Do you need to be 21?" I didn't even think about that because I'm so used to Provo. Sure enough, we were going to Cafe Sevilla, a bar in the gaslamp district. I called Mary (the girl I was planning this with) and she felt really bad for forgetting that I'm only 20. To be honest, most of the time I forget that I'm 20. Majority of my friends are older and I hang out with my sisters and their friends so I figure the average age of my friends is somewhere around 25.
Instead of botching the whole idea, Brenda helped me out and let me use her old passport to get in. Her driver's license didn't look enough like me and had a lot more info on it, but her passport was taken when she was about my age and has her birthdate. So last Thursday night, I was 32. Yes, I know I was breaking the law, but it's not like I even got close to the bar. It was really funny because I was so nervous about lying, but I used my past drama experience and played it cool. It was funny because the bouncer took a long time staring at my friend's license when she really is old enough, but mine, he didn't even look twice. Should I be concerned that I so easily passed as someone 12 years older than me?
It turned out to be a fun night of dancing. I still miss dancing in Provo with all of my Latins, but it was fun to get out and make some new friends.
When I'm not lying about my age, I am enjoying day-to-day life. Here are some things that are making me happy.
1. I'm TAN! I know, I hardly believe it myself.
2. My nephew takes the broom from the closet and picks up a tennis ball and plays quidditch in the family room.
3. I am still going to yoga.
4. My sister texts me in German for me to practice.
5. I AM GOING TO VIENNA!
6. Shopping spree at Gap outlet.
7. I actually made friends.
8. My Bishop, his wife and a few other random people from my ward remember me, where I'm from, and what I'm doing here. They're all so friendly.
9. *Perfect Weather*
10. My sister bought season passes for San Diego Zoo and Wild Animal Park.
11. I've found the music stylings of She & Him. I love Zooey Deschanel's voice.
12. My niece thinks she's a princess.
13. I'm going to be helping my mom with family history work.
Okay, that was a lot, but I have a lot to be happy about.