6/27/2005

Today was my first rain in Omaha. Actually, what happened is that it started pouring, exactly on the day that our side of the complex gets it's parking lot re-paved. So I'm trying to tip toe around the sewer and assorted clumps of dog poo, meanwhile trying not to wetten my new cool sunglasses and that new purse I spoke of earlier. Please also note that the new asphalt smells so bad it burns when I breath. Well, this rain is like pelting my skin, splashing into some of the asphalt that they already laid, thus, getting all over my toes (I was wearing flip flops) and into my sore toenail, which is now black and yummy. FYI, tar doesn't come off right away. So then I go upstairs right as the rain really starts getting going. And I'm sitting up in my home office with a warm cup of my own homemade coffee and my hand is on the mouse, dicking around on the laptop. Right then the hugest most gigantic bolt of lightning hits the ground, all our lights go on and off and on, then the entire apartment shakes and like a shock wave goes right through the mouse and up my arm, into the core of my being. That, was my first rainstorm in Omaha.

This weekend I went back to good 'ol OP. Nothing big happened, I just went to the bank to close my savings account and the Vice President of the bank helping me happened to give me $400 extra dollars in the check that I was driving away with. I didn't even know. Now you don't see that every day.

I petted puppies with Brian, celebrated my birth with Mom, Robair, and Laura. I got a rolling pin for my birthday. I don't know how I feel about that. But I also got the red mug from Starbucks that I have been coveting. Oh, and Mom got me jams from Gap Body. They pretty much made me not want to move out of the bed this morning. Saturday night I went to see Bewitched with Laura and Robby. It was an okay movie and it was really sweet because we got the seat behind the railing, so we could put our feet up.

Thanks Laura, for making me all that puppy chow. I'm gonna go sleepy right now. All this wife stuff is really taking it out on me. I am a laundry machine and I have to think of something to cook for our dinner tomorrow. I'm telling you, slap on an apron and call me Sally. I'm running this house.

6/24/2005

Good Day!

My birthday was not too cool, because my laptop decided to take a dump on my face. I swear that frustrates me to no end. I ended up treating myself to lunch at Panera. I got out my new 1154 Lill purse, loaded her up, actually put on makeup, and grabbed some of my favorite magazines that I had been saving. I had a nice time, even scoring some free chicken on top of my ceaser side salad.

When Brian got home and I vented, we went to our favorite place, Charlstons! It rocked, as usual, and I probably had the best fillet ever to go down my tube. And our waiter looked like the Smashing Pumpkins singer. I also got a lot of cards and calls and it felt really good you guys, so thanks a million.

Oh, Brian also purchased a DQ ice cream cake. I basically did a face plant into it.
And I've face-planted every day since. I got the DVDs Garden State and The Life Aquatic.

Yesterday I was determined to have the best day of my life. I did. Work went well, I finally freaking settled down and I started building a nice shelf deal that I purchased at Eddie Bauer Home. After work, I had my first Omaha plans. Call me gay, but I was excited. Brian's work friends have happy hour at Kona Grill every Thursday. I met some new girls (also new to omaha) and saw some old dudes I know. I basically baked myself because we sat outside and it was 300 degrees. But the pizza and bevies were excellent. Happy Hour at Kona basically turned into a Britney Spears marathon at home after that. Brian and I watched half of the smash-hit "Crossroads" and followed it up with "Chaotic: Britney and Kevin's Wedding Special".
She's trash to the 10th power, but it does make good TV.
Are you also aware that the new Real World has begun?! I'm officially hooked.

Today I'm golden because I get off work at 1:00pm. Summer hours. I was going to get my name changed, but apparently that means you need to have your buns together. Which, I don't, because we lost the envelope with all important documents involved. So, today I will fill picture books, make a Grilled Cheese, listen to Counting Crows, assemble furniture, put away boxes, and go through wedding cards.

Tonight me and the husband are going back to KC. I'm excited. It's birthday weekend and I just want to see my family. And if someone can get sound to work on my laptop and get G-Mail to work on the screen, I will celebrate you.

6/21/2005

Blog--meet Jenn.
Jenn--meet Blog.

Hey there, world.

How do I even begin. I'm married now. Living in the Omaha area. June 4th and the next two weeks after were basically the best days of my life. It's true. Everything was perfect and I'm just on a cloud. After the wedding, Brian and I went to Maui, Hawaii. Pictures are to come, people. I literally took 514 of them. But by God, if you skip through one picture on my slideshow, I will find you and hunt you down. I'll also try to get some wedding pictures up. Mostly, because I didn't look like the above. We looked more like this:


So, here I am, married, working on the magazine from home, and being a wifey. Seriously people. I am doing a load of laundry every 20 seconds. I am doing things like taking out the trash, buying bread, and kissing someone goodbye on the way out the door as they leave for work. Real stuff. I love it. There are some things that no one tells you about, though. Like after all the pretty stuff is over. I miss my friends and family. I don't know anyone here and I miss the dinners, cofee, and nights where I could go on and on about how svelt Brad Pitt looked in that tux at the premire. I definitley miss Mom cooking dinner. Let's be real. I am not a chef. It's really hard to be excited about learning how to cook when your kitchen is smaller than your shower stall. You think I exaggerate, but no. And to top it all off, we have shoe box size cabinets to store things in. But don't get too excited. There are only 3 of them, so you have to pack your food and 339,836 new kitchen items wisely. We have a lot of piles. Remember that game you'd play as a kid? You'd put pillows down on the ground and pretend everything but a pillow was hot lava?
Well we'd be golden in that game. I CAN'T EVEN SEE THE LAVA.

It's funny because I like to display everything and Brian likes to pack everything away in the closet. So, I'll put something out in where I think it should be. And when I'm going to the bathroom or out on an errand, Brian will have moved it or put it back in the gift bag and in the closet. Then I'll take it back out and put it there again while he's napping or out working. And we have this silent war. And I will win.

Working at home is a real nice deal. I get up, set the world's record for ammount of Lucky Charms that can fit in a bowl, sometimes shower, and then walk two feet to the office. I've got a sweet setup if I don't say so myself. And I think tonight I bought the world's largest bulliten board. I've been to Office Depot every day since I've moved here. I probably could get an automatic job there. Tempting, but no.

Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm a titch sad because I'll be all by my lonesome for the first time. Nobody to do lunch with, no one to really talk to except my kitchen utensils, mocking me. I've already made speghetti and a rice dish and I am now out of options. Does this mean I will grow skinny?
No because of my new favorite hobby: pouring those cheese goldfish crackers down my throat.

For those of you living on Uranus, pictures are here:
http://www.mistywoodward.com/login.htm
Password is: HallJ

Meanwhile, I pledge to blog your face off. Miss you all. Anybody want to be penpals?

6/18/2005

Take in the context,
It's not a bad thing,
But when you start to pick it apart,
And you get so depressed,
It's that sort of thing,
That makes you think too much,
It's that sort of thing,
Makes you lose your objectivity,

So if you made it,
Just be glad that you did and stay there,
If you ever feel loved or needed,
Remember that you're one of the lucky ones,
And if it's over,
Just remember what I told you,
It was bound to happen so just
Keep moving on..