It's time to move again

I can't believe I'm going to tell you guys about this. I start turning red just thinking about it. But before I get to that I'll give you a little background.

For the most part, the move went really well. We had a lot of help, which is what even made it possible (and you all know who you are!) It was exhausting, and emotional, and after a few bumps we were finally here and moved in.

While moving in, it started to rain. Actually, it started to pour. The water was making a pool in the front part of our garage and while I was trying to move to the front to move things out of the way my flip flops started to slide. Slipping, sliding, waving my arms around like a crazy person, I tried to regain my footing. But it just wasn't to be. Down I went, flat on my face, spread eagle style. Oh yeah, it was smooth. I managed to turn my head and take it mostly in the knee and left side of my body. But oh, did I hurt for days afterwards.

So there's the first part of my story. First day we move in, I fall flat. And not very gracefully if I do say so myself. I was essentially swimming in my garage just to get back up. And then I spent the rest of the time in wet clothes because my clothes were packed.

After that things went better. The sun came out, the neighborhood had this adorable Canadian parade that my kids watched and got candy from. (And oh my goodness, there are SO MANY kids in our neighborhood. I love it!) Neighbors came over to help. My cousin that lives in our neighborhood brought yummy pizza and more helping hands. It was good.

In the last week we've met more neighbors and people at the park. We've had people bring us cookies and welcome cards. Everyone has been so nice and I absolutely love our neighborhood.

And then yesterday happened.

It was our first Sunday at church here. One thing I love about being a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is that wherever you move you have "family" in the gospel. That is how I felt there at church. Everyone was so nice. I had just walked down the hallway to the Primary room (where the children are for a while during church). I had said hello to my new friend Heather I met at the park, and was stopped right before the door, when it happened.

Whoooop! My skirt slipped right to the floor. I didn't even have time to grasp for it, it just went down. Faster than I've moved in a long time I had that skirt back up, but not before Heather and the other lady she was talking with saw me. Of course I am laughing and blubbering in complete humiliation. And I'm looking around frantically to see who would have seen. I am so so so thankful they were the only two who saw. It could so easily have been more, since I was in direct view of two different hallways. And there were definitely men around.

So there you go. I'm off to a great start.

As the biggest nerd of all time.

But I'm sure hoping people will like me anyway.

P.S. In an attempt to make me feel better, what is your most embarrassing moment?