Countdown to kindergarten registration

Ten days. . . ten more days before I have to go register my sweet baby for KINDERGARTEN here. Can't believe she is going to be in kindergarten, can't believe it is here. We thought we would have moved on to a different state by now, but alas, here we are. However, that is not a complaint. It is a fact. We have a very happy family - everyone is healthy, happy, and sound (most days). There are some definite benefits to being here. People seem to be nice (I have kept myself very sheltered here) and life definitely moves slower. I do worry about the "cliques" here. When I think of cliques, I automatically think of very wealthy, plastic surgery enhances mommies with their perfectly dressed children (with their own myriad of problems). In this city, cliques consist of the people who have been here the longest. I have heard tales from my friend's here. No one talking to them because they aren't from here, the coach not calling them to tell them when their kiddo's practices are, no one telling them that the book fair that they signed up to volunteer for was cancelled, etc. Egads. The key to surviving here is to have amazing friends/soul mates who GET it and somehow I have managed to meet some of the most amazing people here. So to all of my Arkansas pals, to quote the Golden Girls theme song, thank you for being my friend. . . traveled down that road and back again . . . your heart is true, your a pal and a confidant. Yes, I watch way too much TV. And to all my MN/OH friends, I/we miss you all dearly!!