The most ridiculous and immature thing I've seen today.

http://blog.peta.org/archives/2008/06/top_five_reason.php?c=pfjsrem08

I need a real job.

Back to real life, finally. 

While I wanted to come back, life back in the real world is busy. I'm getting of sick of working til 8 at night when Tim has to go to bed around 10. 

I'm looking forward to getting a real job where I only work until 5 or 6. 

I got the professional photos back from the wedding, to look go to photobyeva.com, click clients, Jenna and Tim. The login name is jenna and the password is 60108. 

I feel like I should have something important or interesting to say, but unfortunately, no. 

On a honeymoon.

Finally. Married.

Let me tell you, it seemed like the road to getting married took forever... until the last 2 weeks, when time flew by so quickly I felt unable to accomplish anything. I was pretty sure the wedding might be a failure since there was so much to do the day of and the day before, but alas, our mother's seemed to do everything for us, and the wedding went off without a hitch. I almost felt proud of myself for planning an event like that. Its the last you will ever see of my planning skills, thats for sure. I hope we got good pictures.

Our honeymoon has been fabulous. We got to our first class resort the night of the second, and upon inspection of the room, discovered live moth larvae underneath one of the pillows- one that Tim had just laid his head on. So of course, we call the front desk and demand a new room. Being the lovely fellows that they are, they upgraded us to a suite with the best view I've ever seen. It was an amazingly quiet and perfect 5 days on the Northshore, with people waiting on us hand and foot. Needless to say, we loved it and got far too used to the constant attention.
Since we aren't going to another island, we decided that maybe we should change hotels-Waikiki. We get to our hotel and the beach and want to shoot ourselves. While the hotel and staff are nice and friendly, its not the same as our $550 a night suite with a view (This hotel is one or two blocks up from the beach). Although I wouldn't want to be on the beach, because the beach is a heinous excuse for a beach. I don't remember Waikiki being overrun with whitetrash America (by the way, white trash Americans love to flaunt their sagging red/purple breasts, trashy blonde hair, and robust bellies. These women are everywhere.). Since having dropped off our rental car, we are stuck. We even took a bus today.
Not going to lie though, conditions are improving. We took about a 2 mile jaunt down the beach to a calmer area and visited the war memorial and the mall, we just miss living in the lap of luxury.

In other news, marriage is fabulous. We got a massage the other day and I had to sign my name "Jenna Coughlin"- something I wasn't prepared to do. I'm kind of excited to change my name though, so I can sign everything that way. Its odd how ready I am to do that. Sigh, I wish I could be a feminist, but that belongs to the lesbians and their liberal friends (this is my blog, I'm allowed to be politically incorrect. Political correctness is for people that need it).

Anyway, if you want something from the ABC store, hit me up. I can get you a plastic flower or some "Hawaii" stationary. Or I can send you a picture of us in Hawaii, maybe spark some jealousy within. ALOOOOOOOOOOHA.

There's a lot to do.

I'm getting married soon, and I have a fabulous sunglasses tan line from Sunday that makes me look like I have these huge, white raccoon eyes. Highly attractive. 

I graduated. I'm like a real, live person now.  Whoohoo. 

We have a home. It too is fantastic... although plain because we're poor and have no decorations whatsoever... minus the painting that I managed to commandeer from the backseat of my mother's car. 

This home makes me so happy, because there is no Welch to mess up the countertops with peanut butter/crumbs/poop. Dishes actually get done. There is no stench. 

I had a "bachelorette party." Sort of. I can't lie, I'm kind of disappointed about the whole thing. It was fun, but it wasn't a bachelorette party, minus the undies from Laura or the hideous springtime veil. If I could change the way things went, I definitely would. I suppose if that is the only thing I'm upset about, I shouldn't complain.  Not gonna lie, things should have been different.  I have very good friends though, who tried to make the best of the situation. 

I get married soon. KD keeps reminding me how many days are left.

 

Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows.

I walked through campus today. Its in the mid-70s, the sun was shining and the grass was once again green. I wondered if I would miss it, if this beautiful campus held memories that I was walking away from... I wondered if I should be sad.  Turns out, I'm not. While I tried to bring on some feeling of sadness or regret, I just couldn't muster it.  I'm not sad. My ecstatic feelings are genuine. I'm ready to move on with life (!) and I couldn't be happier to be getting out of this place.  I almost forgot that the Whitworth I go to is not the Whitworth of sunshine and sunbathers (although I'm glad for this one... so tacky to be laying out in a swim suit in front of your DORM).  The Whitworth I attended (ooooh past tense) was cold, wet, and snowy and I hated every minute of weather. I think I would have been happier here, had the sun been shining through the trees everyday like it did today, and like it will this weekend. 

I'm glad the sun came out for our send off.  I want to leave on a good note, and I want to look back on my college experience as worthwhile. I sometimes forget that I'm graduating- that I've completed a feat. I've been so preoccupied with getting out of here that I forgot to remember I did something and I did it well.  I'm looking forward to being successful in something I actually enjoy. 

I'm sorry for everyone that this month is Jenna month. I know I take up time, weekend after weekend dedicated to me, myself and I.  

I have so many things to be thankful for, and look forward to, I think graduation is just last on my list. Quite frankly, I'm dreading the actual ceremony.

Here it comes... the excitement begins.

It doesn't feel so long ago, when the snow covered the ground and our wedding was over 100 days away (according to my knot calculator thing... I don't just count the days by myself). But now, the sun is shining almost on a daily basis, I have a week left of school, and I'm getting married in 22 days. Its kind of getting so close I don't know what to do with myself.  I feel like I should be doing something, but I'm not.  We are now premarital counseling graduates.  We made it through all the homework/busywork and now are on our way to getting married. 

In other news, we bought a huge bed and its now in my room. Its sooo comfortable and huge, so much better than my ikea bed. It was the deal of all deals too, a $3000 bed for $650. Its going to be sooo much fun to move! We have to rent a Uhaul. Joyous. 

So I'm getting married in less than a month... pretty crazy I think. When I think hat we've been engaged for over 7 months, I don't really know where the time went. Things are sure coming together though, I finally bought favors (Godiva, yummm) and Bridesmaids gifts. All thats left is really paying down deposits, finding a bracelet, and printing programs. 

I am slightly irritated though, Royal won't call me back (its been days and days and I've called him probably 4-5 times...) and I have no idea if I'm having a Bachelorette party or if he has gotten fitted for his tux (which was supposed to happen before April 29th, but I doubt it has).  This normally doesn't happen, and I'm starting to think something's wrong with him. Honestly, I'm going to be kind of angry if nothing is.  

Tim got a better job at Boeing, so thats kind of sweet. After he's trained and confident in what he's doing, he'll be able to be a virtual worker, meaning he can work from home, which would be nice for him. 

I've been kind of down for the past few days, not because of things that are going on in my own life, but because of things that are going on in my family.  Things that cannot be fixed and will take time to get over... sigh.