Officially Kentucky
Well, it became official today, ladies and gentlemen. I became an official resident of Kentucky. The last remanent of my Michigan life is currently hanging in a rusty mess in my living room closet because I was too lazy earlier to go to my outdoor shed and toss it in there.
What am I talking about?
I got my Kentucky license plate today ... and, as an added bonus, I also signed up for my voter registration card. Unless someone inserts some Kentucky DNA in these Michigan genes (please don't ... I think my genes would explode at this point of shear change-is-in-the-air overload), I'm as Kentucky as I'm ever going to be. Not to worry, the Michigan girl is still here ... she won't every go away. Those Great Lakes have too strong a pull not to get me every once in a while.
In order to get my fancy dancy $35 plate, I had to take a jaunt to the Franklin County Sheriff's Department and pay $5 to have a deputy take a look at my truck and make sure it hasn't been stolen. Okay, whatever!
The idea of meeting a cutie in a uniform (I'm a sucker for a uniform) made paying $5 to be allowed to pay $35 more palatable. Too bad when I walked into the room, all the uniforms were around my parents' age (no offense), gray, and a bit paunchy in their uniforms. Bummer! This made going in there and paying $5 just so I could pay $35 a bit less exciting.
However, my deputy was a real sweet man. As he escorted me down the elevator, he asked me why I decided to move to Frankfort. I told him that I received a teaching job (and secretly hoped he wouldn't ask me why I was just now getting my license plate ... 2 months after the fact).
"Well, that's just great! You're going to LOVE the winters here." This is a qualifier at the end of every statement once someone from Kentucky finds out I'm from Michigan originally. I can pretty much lay money down on that one these days! Apparently, the rest of the world is under the impression that Michiganders live in a frozen tundra 11 months out of the year.
At any rate, we made small talk while we walked to my truck. Once there, he had to practically pull me out of the street at least three different times ... apparently, in Kentucky, folks don't stand in the middle of traffic. What can I say, I was a little thrown off center by the fact that a deputy was checking my truck to make sure I hadn't stolen it!
When he was done taking down the VIN and mileage, he turned to me and said, "Welcome to Kentucky! We're glad to have you!"
I get that a lot. People, for the most part, are just thrilled to have me in their fair state. Note to self, remember to email Governor Fletcher and thank him for rolling out the red carpet!
What am I talking about?
I got my Kentucky license plate today ... and, as an added bonus, I also signed up for my voter registration card. Unless someone inserts some Kentucky DNA in these Michigan genes (please don't ... I think my genes would explode at this point of shear change-is-in-the-air overload), I'm as Kentucky as I'm ever going to be. Not to worry, the Michigan girl is still here ... she won't every go away. Those Great Lakes have too strong a pull not to get me every once in a while.
In order to get my fancy dancy $35 plate, I had to take a jaunt to the Franklin County Sheriff's Department and pay $5 to have a deputy take a look at my truck and make sure it hasn't been stolen. Okay, whatever!
The idea of meeting a cutie in a uniform (I'm a sucker for a uniform) made paying $5 to be allowed to pay $35 more palatable. Too bad when I walked into the room, all the uniforms were around my parents' age (no offense), gray, and a bit paunchy in their uniforms. Bummer! This made going in there and paying $5 just so I could pay $35 a bit less exciting.
However, my deputy was a real sweet man. As he escorted me down the elevator, he asked me why I decided to move to Frankfort. I told him that I received a teaching job (and secretly hoped he wouldn't ask me why I was just now getting my license plate ... 2 months after the fact).
"Well, that's just great! You're going to LOVE the winters here." This is a qualifier at the end of every statement once someone from Kentucky finds out I'm from Michigan originally. I can pretty much lay money down on that one these days! Apparently, the rest of the world is under the impression that Michiganders live in a frozen tundra 11 months out of the year.
At any rate, we made small talk while we walked to my truck. Once there, he had to practically pull me out of the street at least three different times ... apparently, in Kentucky, folks don't stand in the middle of traffic. What can I say, I was a little thrown off center by the fact that a deputy was checking my truck to make sure I hadn't stolen it!
When he was done taking down the VIN and mileage, he turned to me and said, "Welcome to Kentucky! We're glad to have you!"
I get that a lot. People, for the most part, are just thrilled to have me in their fair state. Note to self, remember to email Governor Fletcher and thank him for rolling out the red carpet!
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