I heart Nebraska

…and feel quite protective of it, which was really intense the first time I felt that.

I have now lived in Nebraska for a year (today!). And I find myself being oddly protective of it, in a way I never really have been for Texas*.

Most people are quick to rag on Nebraska. It’s flat. It’s boring. It’s cold. It’s boring. There’s only corn. It’s boring.

However, after a year here, I have decided that Nebraska is not a bad place. There’s tons to do here, and some really wonderful people. Plus, our hippie side has grown a lot. We live downtown now so we bike/walk to most places. We also shop at local stores, with the exception of the occasional Target trip. As y’all may know, husband works for a local bookstore/coffee shop too, so that definitely keeps us grounded and local. I’m also creating a kitchen/relaxation garden behind our apartment, which has been fantastic to plan out.

I would also argue that being away from Texas has been really good for our relationship. We have a chance to grow our baby family away from our parents and other influences, which is great. Our parents are wonderful, thoughtful, considerate, and kind… but we needed to *grow* and have been able to.

So, all of these things make me very protective of my second home state. When people start ragging on Nebraska (even those who live here) I get quite annoyed, and promptly challenge them.

So, on my anniversary of living here for a year (husband’s anniversary is next month), I give you a list of some of the things I love about Nebraska:

The scenery is amazing here**.

And corn! One is never wanting for corn**.

We have multiple farmer’s markets, which are all fantastic with amazing stuff. Produce, goods, plants… it’s all wonderful

We have some amazing local goodies. Like bookstores, creative outlets, ice cream shops, and eateries.

We have fantastic community events almost every weekend during the summer (um… Special Olympics were hosted here!)… for example, the chalk walk that happened last weekend.

There is an incredible local music scene, like Ember Schrag and The Clawfoot House and Duffy’s.

Nebraska also boasts some excellent architecture.

And, of course, we have the Telephone Museum.

I really do love it here. Do I want to stay here forever? Not particularly. I miss Texas something awful, miss my family and friends. But, Nebraska is a fantastic place to be for now.

*I suspect that my protective feelings to don’t venture to Texas because Texas does *not* need protecting.
**These photos belong to my friend Dr(!). Sharon Z, but I love them so I borrowed them. All other photos are mine.

Dry Winters and Hot Wind

I live in Nebraska.

And one of the first things which a Texas girl asks when moving to a new location is about the weather. What are the winters like? What are the summers like? Seasons? What are those?

I was told to expect mild winters and pretty warm summers. But, don’t you worry, the winters are dry, so they won’t be as bad. And there’s always wind, sometimes it’s hot, but it will still cool you down.

When I moved here about a year ago, it was a cool 85 degrees with a lovely breeze… the kind where you want to sit on your porch and enjoy lemonade type breeze. Now, I thought that this was what summers would be like. So lovely. So temperate. So beautiful. If this is what the summers are like, winter can’t be too bad….

Then winter came. With the first snowfall in October. October!

And I don’t care what you say, “dry” winter means absolutely nothing once it gets below 20. Or even 32. It’s still frickin’ cold! There were mornings where it was -14 and stayed that way throughout the day. Towards March, when it would get to about 10, I was sweating.

You read that right, sweating.

But, then, winter left (Thank you sweet baby Jesus!) and we got Spring!

So.. this is what seasons are…. It was so beautiful and was re-instating my trust in the Nebraska weather. Lovely 70 degree days, cool nights, windows open for about two months. Ahhhhh

But now. Now we are in summer. And where I remember a refreshing breeze, all I now feel are hot winds. What is a hot wind? Well, my friends, a hot wind* is one in which the wind is blowing at about 40mph (hello Nebraska!) and it feels about a hundred degrees. Rather than cooling you down, it just feels awful and sticky.

Did I also mention that it gets into the 90’s here? Oh, I know what you’re thinking, “You’re from Texas. Really, whining about the 90’s?”

Au contrair, mon ami.

Yes, it’s in the 90’s, but this past Saturday, the heat index was 116. And we don’t have central AC.

I am counting the days until fall…

*as defined by moi

Color Choices

Husband and I are picking paint colors for our bedroom and our kitchen. We have spent many cumulative hours standing in front of the Behr Premium Plus stand at Home Depot looking at colors and we probably have every single one of those free things and two little paint colors and test samples on the kitchen walls. Colors like, mocha java and morning burst.

And all I get from husband is, “I like the yellow one.” Which is why this comic is so perfect.

Why is it all about the Wives?

So, husband and I spent a lot of time at our library on Sunday (can we say, free AC?). And, I wanted to check out the book, The Commitment by Dan Savage because of this which I won’t be a part of physically, but I can definitely read the book and create my own thoughts.

Now, his book is non-fiction marriage so it’s labeled 306, which is conveniently by all the other marriage/couple self help books.

WHICH ARE ALL FOR WOMEN.

Alright, alright. That’s a bit of a hyperbole. There was one for men.

This doesn’t necessarily surprise me, I mean, really that’s just what it is. But it sure does annoy me. And make me feel all snarky. Because this just implies that men don’t care about their relationships/marriages.

And I don’t like that. At all. Because I simply don’t believe that men don’t care. I do believe that men show their concern in different ways. That they are much more quiet about their issues. But I just don’t believe they don’t care.

I also simply don’t believe that, as all the books imply, that “it’s the wives fault.” Or that they (we) are the only ones which can fix “it.” For example, one book I picked up (and checked out) said, “We’ve [sic: wives] have put our marriages on cruise control, without any real plan as to how to take charge of our relationships again, short of waiting for the kids to grow up.”

First, it takes two, count ’em two, people to put a marriage on cruise control. Second, why do *I* need to fix it. Why don’t *we* need to fix it?

And finally, why the hell do we not talk about our marriages? I’m completely guilty about it as well, and want to know why.