Green blog, green me!

We've gone green here. Our blog is green, our shopping bags- although not the color green- are green, and we're newbies...again. Green to the whole central Washington scene, if you will.

I've counted... 7 moves in my less than 7 years of marriage. I'm use to being the 'new kid on the block'. I'm use to going to church and introducing myself over and over and OVER again. And at the onset of a move, I usually get mad, then I get resigned, and then, by the time the boxes are filling, I'm excited. And this move was certainly no different. But now I'm stuck. In a smallish town. In 100 degree weather. With nowhere to go.

Wishing for some people to call to hang out with me.


Wondering why I was so excited about the prospect of living here.


Thinking that a week and a half really isn't enough time to find a new bff, so what am I complaining about?


Yes, I know. Give it time, Carrie. And I will. I always do. I'm the queen of 'giving it time'. The thing is, to know us is to love us. The hard part about that is that you have to KNOW us, which, upon first examination, may not seem that appealing. We have some adorable, albeit loud, children who usually behave like angels but mostly behave like the animals they occasionally pretend to be. And they've both been in therapy at the tender ages of 4 and 2. Granted, that therapy was speech and physical, but it certainly lends itself to conjure up unfavorable stereotypes. We (and by we, I mean me) also tend to share too much too often too soon. But I promise in a few weeks we would've been close enough to divulge such personal information to one another anyway. And we have a slight tendency to be a bit clingy. But see, I move, on average, once a year, so we gotta get the friendship train rolling if it's gonna last. And then there's our (and by our, I mean Tyler's) witty humor... you might call it sarcasm. Its thick around here. Thicker than molasses. Some might say its hard to tell when we're serious and when we're sarcastic. We say, just shrug and laugh. Or do what I do and ignore him until he's too mad to attempt any of his dry humor.

But this doesn't mean we're completely unlovable, does it?

We've got some great qualities, too. We'd do just about anything for a friend. Loyal to a fault. And we have moments of true wit that isn't laced with sarcasm. I promise. And we love food and will share our lunch, or dinner, or dessert with anyone. Sometimes we score great tickets to stuff and share with our friends. And we're *usually* really fun to play games with, as long as you let us win. And if you don't mind an occasional tantrum, my kids are totally fun to hang with, too.

I dunno. Sounds to me like we could use some help...

So dish, people. What's your 'go to' method of friend making? How do you trick people into thinking you're the most awesome thing since the Rodeo hit town?