zig zigler, here i come

So I'm not very friendly. At least not historically so. I'm just not the one to run out and make friends. I have two. I'm fine with that. Well I was fine with that, until I moved across the country twice. Conor is more friendly than I am. To say the least. Conor goes out to ask some rather large men in the parking lot to turn down their music, because he can't get the baby to sleep. He comes back having made two rather large friends. Whereas I would more likely have to avoid them for the rest of my tenure in the apartment complex. At the end of 4 years, Conor will either 1) become an officer, or 2) leave the military. I don't know that I'm cut out to be an officer's wife. The thought of me at some gala in a ball gown is ludicrous. I'd be more comfortable out back with the kitchen staff feeding stray cats. I've just never been good at playing the game. That's why I was a miserable failure at management. I digress. Now that I'm in a place where I know no one, I have decided to hitch up my britches and make some friends. Not just any friends, mind you. As I mentioned in a previous post, mediocre friends make me weary. So I have set out on an expedition. So far it's been slow going, with a baby on my boob and no car for 12 hours a day. I met a nice lady in a hippie mama forum who has bees. On purpose, not like in her gutters. It's a big move for me, and I'm quite proud of myself. So there.