1/26/2005

I'm going to the dentist today for that famous 6 month checkup and I just had a bad feeling that I am wearing the exact same thing I wore 6 months ago.

Let me say that I love Stephanie Poindexter Jones Coleman. She wins woman of the decade. It's official. We're going here for our honeymoon.

I've got to be brisk, cause I'm off to that dentist. He'll probably stare at me... like he always does, and then he'll ask me what I'm doing for my job. And then his face will fall off and an alien head will appear and he'll demand that I get my wisdom teeth out like he asked the past 4 visits.

This weekend was fun in the sun. Spectatcular. On Friday, I took the day off as I said before. I ended up contributing greatly to the economy of Omaha. Two pairs of earrings, a chic belt, a new candle for Brian (with a cute stand), the Sex & The City picture book, and a Starbucks. Oh, and a blanket for the couch. Then on Saturday, we went to get Brian's tux all picked out and ordered.

Meet, Pee Wee Scott, or Brian Herman:

Isn't he adorable. Don't worry ladies, those are test pants. We aren't doing grey.

And then we spent the rest of the day with a nice dinner at an Italian place where I proceeded to break the world record for amount of bread consumed. After that, Tanners with the Phil Mo gang.
Oh yeah, and I froze my kisser off.

I also made this picture wall with all our engagement photos:

I love it. Crap, dental time awaits. Wish me luck. I shall reward myself with a nail job from the infamous "Ummmmkayyyy" big nail lady. (Tomorrow, Chicago..)

1/21/2005

Hey Hey.
I'm in Omaha, typing my blog on the 62 incher.
I just ate some bunk rice/refried bean/chicken/tropical fruit combo. I'm going to have instant explosive diah.
FYI.

The food was from this new restaurant called "Roja" that just opened in Omaha. It was pretty classy, I'm not gonna lie. I had a little dinner and 3 margs with an old friend. That's good stuff, you know.

It's a vacation day today and I'm alone and don't know how to entertain myself. I'm thinking about going shopping. Dangerous, but I feel like doing it, ok? I'm looking around the house and Brian has killed all our beautiful plants. Funny, you say, but not when the apartment used to look like an amazon forest, and now it looks like the barren wastelands of Africa. I don't know what the weather looks like outside because Brian has "insulated" all windows. So I think it looks like we are having a foggy snowstorm.

Ew, i need a mall cookie and some shopping bags, stat.

Quick poll: Have some really cool lady address my invites in swanky handwriting. Yes?

1/18/2005

Well Howdy do.
Long weekend my left foot. It wasn't long enough. Friday I met with and booked a DJ, all from the comfort of my kitchen table. Yes, creepy as it may sound, he made a house call. In his little piano neck tie, I loved him, and we booked him the next morning. Talk about a serious dude. He's basically my wedding coordinator. Then me and Brian coordinated some tasty Chinese food into our mouths.

Saturday, me and B to the rian met his parents on the Plaza where we ate the tastiest meal ever made at the Classic Cup, aka, home of our rehearsal dinner. Then we showed them all around everywhere and where the wedding would occur. I felt a titch stressed..but was proud to show off my hard work, people.

Saturday night me and Brian drove it on up to Lawrence.
Cue, the pictures.

Saturday night we did some parental things and basically just slept like it was our job. Sunday, Brian took me out for an "afternoon delight" date where we ate a whole meal of food and saw the movie, In Good Company. It was pretty sweet.

So yeah, in other news, we are getting new phones at work. You can do so many things with them, including: turn on your car from your phone or start your microwave from your phone. Seriously. I can probably see you with my phone. Or watch a drive in movie, because the screen is that big.
And yes, I think ringtones are an option.

Maybe most importantly, I have invited a new desk calendar into my life at work. It is a day by day Oragami deal. One thing to fold, each day of the entire year. Amazing you might say, but let me tell you, the January 3rd flying crane was a little advanced for the beginning of the year. I'll keep you posted.
Today I folded a sled.

1/14/2005

Yo. It's official, I've booked my cake lay-dee. I'm quite excited, because this was the funnest appointment yet, in this whole bag of fun. She's this cute lady named Phillis that takes icing and some flour and makes heaven. Me, Mom, and the sisters feasted on assorted cup cakes and even some dinner mint icing that tasted like Crest toothpaste. (Just for the record, Mom was like scraping the sides of the little bowl with her spoon. She couldn't get enough of that sweet paste.) Sister Laura was the champ, consuming a record 5 cupcakes and then still being man enough to go to Chipolte with the fam.
So, I guess you could say my cake might look like this:

Except, the ribbon will match the bridesmaid dresses and there will only be flowers on the top and maybe a few around the table. I think it's gonna work nicely. A lot mor nicely than this one might work:
I mean, who does this? Sweet mother of pearl.

Last night we celebrated Sister Steph's birthday with a little KC Masterpiece and some love. She got a lot of presents, cause she always does, and then I booked it over to Pottery Barn where I made off with some serious frames for the Misty engagement pictures. Thank God for coupons and gift cards.
I want to marry that store, that's what I want to do.

So I was talking with my dad a few nights ago about a lot of wedding stuff.. the budget, the stress, the agony.. and near the end of our three hour long conversation, he said that there are the basics that he will pay for, such as the wedding, church, photographer, etc. "But there are some things that you should take pride in covering the expenses. I'll give you an example. Say, you want to buy a new pair of wedding underwear, you should feel okay paying for that by yourself.."
Yeah, I went right upstairs and had a bowl of ice cream. Happy Friday.

1/12/2005

(Good God, Jenn. Snap out of this. People need your blog.)
I'm sorry people. I guess I've got a lot to cover. Let's start off this posting on the right foot.
With a mullet haiku:
Short for dad. Long for
the daughter mom always wanted.
Everyone's happy.

also,

Teen runaway, I
hate my dad. Yet I am one.
Fly, thunderbird, fly.

ok, I'll do one more..

Dogs urinate where
they so choose. And so do I.
Red and blue lights flash.

Ok, now that we're all comfortable. First of all, way past due, I'd like to give supreme thanks to
Schragg-a-lish. Beard or no beard, he still provided me with what could be the most coveted song of January 2005. Yes, her name is Kelly Clarkson and she broke the mold with "Since You've Been Gone". Don't think I haven't ran on the treadmill for 20 minutes straight, listening to only that one blessed song. Because I have and I have proudly. One night last week, me and sister Laura even spent two hours making a dance up to it. (only girls will understand the pastime of making up dances to favorite songs.)
Shall I show you some pictures? Yes I shall.

We were like professional dancers that night. I mean look at the raw emotion on our faces. And you could have rang the sweat out of our shirts. Check that, maybe just my shirt, because I haven't done any physical exercise since the fifth grade. Here's a shot of Laura. She just wants to dance, people.

Ok, back up. Maybe Laura did win the sweat contest there. Enough perspiration there to hydrate an entire city. Love ya Laura. The next picture features yours truly submitting the ever-popular pump move.
I might have been singing just a little better than Miss Clarkson, too. Maybe.


And like classic Hall's do, we shared the power of the dance with the entire family.
Oh, it's still in the works, too. Greatness doesn't happen in five minutes. Is it really Wednesday?

Some other things that have been happening... well I'm booked up for a trip from the Pri to the Chi January 27-30. Me, Jones/Coleman, and my didgicam, ready to take on the Museum of Science and Industry. I also went to a bridal fair last week. I will never go again, nor recommend that you visit one in your life. I almost puked on the free cheese brick. Can you believe they had more than one glass box that you can enter, they start up the blowers and in 20 seconds you try to grab as much money as you can for a discount on some lousy tux? No thank you, white trash. I did get many a pamphlet, though. I have also since booked an amazing videographer, meet with a cake lady tonight and a DJ on Friday. BAM. Let's see, it was also Dad's birthday on the 3rd. One of the things he received was a nice red medicine ball:

I love how Dad so willingly posed for the picture. I guess you could say my family is extra special.
And my mom and sister were so excited about that medicine ball, they danced..

Then after the presents were opened (hair comb, stopwatch, barbershop CD) a wrapping paper fight erupted. This means we crumple the paper into balls and try to throw that at someone's face when they aren't paying attention. It's pretty swift. And then if you hit someone in the nose, it's called "a beak job". Here's Dad making a mini face-fort from the stop watch packaging, in an attempt to shield himself from someone's killer throw.

Dad requested chocolate cake with double chocolate frosting. That kind of cake sticks to your lungs.

Well, that's about all I got. I hit the gym hard last night. Even bought a brand new Master lock. Oh, shoot, I almost forgot. My longtime pal Britta informed me of this new band, Mates of State. They are this cute couple, one drummer and one organist who make sweet, sweet music. And that, I like.

1/02/2005

Hey all you lucky readers.

First off, happy new year to ya. Second of all. Let the pictures begin.
I have posted them all for your supreme enjoyment here.

Second of all, this weekend was nice. I actually really didn't do a lot. I think the highlights were watching I Robot, eating pizza hut, and having an illegal amount of different kinds of coffee. Oh, and I also sucked up about a trillion billion ga-zillon pine needles with a vacuum that had a broken belt.

Funny story about those pine needles. We took down all the superb Christmas decor and that meant the real Christmas tree. So we bagged that baby up, and moved her very un-gracefully downstairs, outside, and to the top of the mini van. It was like two degrees outside, so I waited in the car while Brian tied 'er up to the van with some trusty rope. So then we're off.. down Maple (i.e. very busy 45 mph street) and we're pluggin' along and I hear this soft noise and look out my rear view mirror and here I see our gigantic Christmas tree hanging off one side of the mini, dangling by the end that is still tied to the top of the car. I screamed, we pulled over to the side of the road, and Brian ended up shoving the whole tree into the back seat. And there we were, at the Christmas tree grave yard as Brian called it, and we dropped that puppy off. Man, that equals a good laugh.