The Invasion Begins!

I am no longer a Californian...how does that make me feel? It's bittersweet, really. Our little family moved to Colorado 13 days ago, and I still have to stop and look around and remind myself that this is not California. The significantly less traffic and constant tornado warnings are kind of a giveaway, but it's hard to believe that we have a new place to call home. If things go the way we hope we will be here a long, long time. Maybe by then I'll start to feel like this is really home. Right now I am having a little bit of culture shock. I can count the number of people I have heard speaking Espanol on ONE hand--una mano! We have moved into an area that is rather nice--Highlands Ranch, and I seem to be the most ghetto one here. I constantly feel like people are looking at me funny and that little, old ladies grab hold of their expensive handbags just a little tighter when they see me approaching. It could all just be in my head, but something tells me it's not--and that something is my husband. I voiced my concerns to Curran a few days ago and he said: "No, it's not just you. I noticed it too." So, alls I gotta say to all these Coloradonites or Coloradians is--watch out! The Mexicans are coming!!