E 'cominciando a guardare come una casa invece di una casa!

It's starting to look like a home instead of a house!

Getting our stuff.  HILARIOUS.  Everything here has been HILARIOUS.  I'll do my best to come up with different words to explain things, other than hilarious.  First off, Chris is goofball.  Our amazing sponsor had already had our house full of temporary furniture so first they had to come pick that stuff up before our stuff arrived.  We were like kids on Christmas morning.  We were so excited waiting on our stuff to show up.  OK...setting the scene... Wake up.  Get ready.  We hear a truck pull up.  Chris yells "they're here!"  Great, kids are in the tub.  Just want I want to deal with is my nekked chillren running a muck while all these Italians are moving stuff.  I tell them, DO NOT GET OUT OF THE TUB UNTIL I GET YOU.  DO NOT LEAVE THE BATHROOM UNLESS I SAY YOU CAN.  Yes, I'm terrified people are going to see blonde haired girls and immediately try and steal them.  (Hey, you've always known I'm a little paranoid, I'm worse now.)  So as I'm running around upstairs like crazy trying to find iPads, computers, DVD players, clothes for kids, the whole nine yards, Chris is downstairs talking to the men.  I meet him at the bottom of the steps where he informs me "They brought the wrong truck.  They pulled in and opened it up, AND IT'S EMPTY!!"  He's just cracking up about them not bringing the stuff.  Before I really have to say anything to him, it starts to dawn on him... Hey, genius, they have to get the borrowed stuff first.  (I normally wouldn't blast him like this, but it's extremely rare that Chris has a "blonde" moment.  Me...ehhh not so much... And he likes to entertain people with my moments.  So it's kinda like karma right now for me!)  So after explaining to the guys that HE was wrong and that they most certainly have the correct address, they came in and started moving everything out. 
While they are moving out, the other guys show up with our stuff.  They are at a standstill just hanging out waiting their turn.  These guys are extremely friendly.  They come in, introduce themselves, attempt to communicate.  I run back upstairs to check on the girls and let them know they can come out of the bathroom.  When I walk back down to the kitchen Chris has become the center of attention and about 5 men are gathered around him.  He's pulled out his eCigarette and started smoking it.  They loved it!  So there he is, talking to them like an Vanna White, showing how this thing works and they are all in awe.  Meanwhile, the girls have snuck into the kitchen and climbed into the pantry.  It's big enough that they can both sit in the bottom and hide.  They grabbed a couple mini bags of chips and their iPads.  One of the men notice the cracked door.  I explained about the girls and opened it up.  He thought it was the cutest thing in the world.  They always tell the girls "Ciao Bella!" (hello beautiful).  He starts saying "Ciao Bella! Ciao Bella!  Don't be scared!"  Then he turns to his friends and what my extremely limited Italian has taught me, tells them to come look at these cute American girls hiding in the pantry.  So here they come.. all 15 of them (even the ones from outside) come in to say hello to the girls and tell them to not be scared!  Lots of laughing and them trying to coax the girls out.  Eventually they come out and all is well.
It really didn't take too long to get our stuff unloaded and unpacked.  We started immediately unpacking stuff and had our downstairs put together in about 5 hours.  That seems like a long time, but according to others, we didn't bring a lot of stuff.  Our house seems very empty.  I wish I would have realized this because some of the stuff I stored at home I would have brought here.  Especially the Christmas decorations.  A lot of people have lights on their houses and yard ornaments up.  The driveways serves more like a large covered porch than a garage like we thought.  College/Pro sport team flags are every where.  Tables, chairs, swings, grills are all sitting out front under these car ports.  I really wish I could show them my redneck flair.  I've asked my mom (she'll be here the 18th) to bring us an OU & Thunder flag so we can proudly show our state.  But if anyone would like to send me a Tony Stewart flag, I'd greatly appreciate it.  I'm not sure if I'll get to watch a NASCAR race while I'm here, but I for sure want to sport my redneck lifestyle.  So everyone has their houses set up for Christmas and I have 2 different things and NO Christmas tree.  That is VERY depressing.  Especially since we're like the Griswold's of Forrest Oaks! 

I hope you are all doing well.  My thoughts and prayers are there for those families involved in the CT shooting.  It's amazing how scary it is to watch that on the internet in a foreign country. 

Until next time... Ciao!