This is not an actual picture of the tornados (yes, there was more than one!) that touched down in the Lincoln/Omaha area, but they looked something like this. The sky was this exact same color of black/grey nastiness. It was intense! The tornados touched down on the East side of Lincoln, farther away from where I live, more into the farming area on the outskirts. I was kind of disapointed that I didn't get to see them, I wanted my own picture! But, oh well, it's probably safer that way, eh?!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Tornado Touchdown
Yesterday I had another experience with new Nebraska weather--the kind we don't get back west. This winter it was freezing rain, this spring, it's tornados!! Never a dull moment for weather in NE. 
This is not an actual picture of the tornados (yes, there was more than one!) that touched down in the Lincoln/Omaha area, but they looked something like this. The sky was this exact same color of black/grey nastiness. It was intense! The tornados touched down on the East side of Lincoln, farther away from where I live, more into the farming area on the outskirts. I was kind of disapointed that I didn't get to see them, I wanted my own picture! But, oh well, it's probably safer that way, eh?!
This is not an actual picture of the tornados (yes, there was more than one!) that touched down in the Lincoln/Omaha area, but they looked something like this. The sky was this exact same color of black/grey nastiness. It was intense! The tornados touched down on the East side of Lincoln, farther away from where I live, more into the farming area on the outskirts. I was kind of disapointed that I didn't get to see them, I wanted my own picture! But, oh well, it's probably safer that way, eh?!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Dating Application Guy
I am currently married to the most awesome guy ever!! But lest be honest, those of you who know me, know that I had quite the dating history before I got married. For those of you who don't know me all that well... lets just say I had a LOT of fun! ( :
So I'm just sitting there chatting it up with my friend Aric today on facebook, and we're having a good laugh about his most recent blog post in which he revealed the very funny story of his first kiss. And I gotta tell you, it was hilarious!! But since his blog is full of dirty little secrets, and it's an exclusive "read by invitation only" sort of thing, I'll just have to leave it at that. ANYWAY... while we were chatting, one thing led to another, and pretty soon I'm spewing out all these funny stories I had while I was still on the dating prowl. One story in particular I thought was quite funny, and I decided to share it with everyone else via blog post!
This is the "Dating Application Guy," some of my favorite freshmen roomies might remember this one ( :
So there I was, a crazy little freshman sitting in one of those mass required classes that every little newbie has to take. You know, the Biology 101's or the English 110 classes? Yeah, one of THOSE classes. This particular class, I'm pretty sure, was American Heritage. Yes, all you BYU grads will remember that one quite well--most with horrific memories, no doubt! However, I do NOT look back on my American Heritage days with horror. On the contrary, I had Professor Holland:
Many of you will recognize him from another familiar guy, well known and loved by all of us: 
Anyway, Professor Holland was amazing! I L-O-V-E-D his class! He was extremely entertaining. One day he had a couple of volunteers come up to the front of the class and have a dance off in MC Hammer pants for rights to a box of doughnuts. There was never a dull moment in that class!!
But anyway, I'm getting off topic... as fun as that class was, that is not the subject of my post today.
So I'm sitting there in class--American Heritage, minding my own business, just one in about 500 people in the class. And in walks a couple of upper classmen. One of them in particular, I noticed, was kind of cute!
This was him. He didn't have a very wide selection of photos available on facebook, so I was forced to pick one where he was wearing sun glasses. You get the picture...
Anyway, so Yancy walks in with this other girl, and I keep my eye on him as they trek up to the front of the class and start giving some kind of announcement. I honestly can't remember what it was about... most of that stuff just went in one ear and out the other. I THINK it was about doing some service project, because as a recall, you are required to do a certain amount of service hours in order to pass American Heritage. A perfect target for all those on-campus service groups that are hurting for members--which I'm pretty sure this announcement came from. Anyway, I didn't really pay attention to all of this very well--I have to admit, I was mostly focused on the cutie named Yancy at the front of the room. From what I remember, the guy was pretty funny--cracking jokes through the whole presentation, etc.
Just my kind of guy!
Unfortunately, there was one little problem. Remember how I said I was in American Heritage and there was about 500 people in the class? Well, short of standing up and screaming at him, I was seriously doubting that I was going to be able to get Yancy's attention. And screaming probably wasn't the best option either. At this point I was thinking "date." Guys don't usually ask crazy girls out unless they feel sorry for them. And I wasn't interested in pity dates.
Dang it.
But then I was saved! To my delight, at the end, of the presentation, Yancy and his cohort started passing out little neon blue fliers with contact information on them. And I'm thinking: "Puurrrfect!" I nonchalantly grab one of the little blue fliers as they are being passed around, pretending I was interested in whatever it was that they had just spent the last 15 minutes trying to pitch to a bunch of rowdy freshmen. (To my credit, I actually did end up doing whatever it was that was on the flier... just for the record!)
Anyway, later that day I type out a short, but to the point email that says something along the lines of:
"Dear Yancy,
You don't know who I am, but you came to my class today (American Heritage) to give a presentation. I was just wondering... how does a girl get a date with you?
Sincerely,
Julie"
May I insert a comment here--I was NOT afraid to ask a guy out, as you can see! I was (and am) a very assertive person, and I had no qualms about asking a guy out if I was interested! Who said the guy gets to do all the choosing? Seriously girls, sometimes we just need to take things into our own hands!
Anyway, not so later that day/week... I can't remember how long it was before he got back to me. Not very long... anyway, his response went a little something like this:
"Dear Julie,
Funny you should ask, my roommates and I were just wondering how we were going to handle the sudden influx of girls that all want to date us. To make the process run a little bit more smoothly, we have attached a dating application. Please feel free to fill it out and send it back at your earliest convenience. We will get back with you on your results as soon as possible.
Sincerely,
Yancy"
HAHAHAHAHA!!! I wish I still had a copy of that application! It was hilarious!! I found out later that after Yancy had access to all the student profiles on campus. Because of his job, he was able to look up anyone's personal profile. Needless to say, as soon as he got my email, he looked up my picture and all the information that BYU had in their data base about me. After determining that I was worthy of a response, him and his roomies all clamored around Yancy's computer and spent a couple hours coming up with this ridiculously funny dating application!
Of course, after receiving said dating application, I then sat around with all of MY roomies and filled out the dating application, and sent it back to Yancy. Needless to say, I got a date out of it. Several, actually! Yancy was a lot of fun! I have no idea where he is at now, but I do remember that we had a lot of fun while it lasted!
Anyway, that was one of my more memorable ways of asking a guy out. I have LOTS of funny stories where that one came from! I am considering posting a few more of the more noteworthy ones... We'll see!
Stayed tuned!
So I'm just sitting there chatting it up with my friend Aric today on facebook, and we're having a good laugh about his most recent blog post in which he revealed the very funny story of his first kiss. And I gotta tell you, it was hilarious!! But since his blog is full of dirty little secrets, and it's an exclusive "read by invitation only" sort of thing, I'll just have to leave it at that. ANYWAY... while we were chatting, one thing led to another, and pretty soon I'm spewing out all these funny stories I had while I was still on the dating prowl. One story in particular I thought was quite funny, and I decided to share it with everyone else via blog post!
This is the "Dating Application Guy," some of my favorite freshmen roomies might remember this one ( :
So there I was, a crazy little freshman sitting in one of those mass required classes that every little newbie has to take. You know, the Biology 101's or the English 110 classes? Yeah, one of THOSE classes. This particular class, I'm pretty sure, was American Heritage. Yes, all you BYU grads will remember that one quite well--most with horrific memories, no doubt! However, I do NOT look back on my American Heritage days with horror. On the contrary, I had Professor Holland:
Many of you will recognize him from another familiar guy, well known and loved by all of us: 
Anyway, Professor Holland was amazing! I L-O-V-E-D his class! He was extremely entertaining. One day he had a couple of volunteers come up to the front of the class and have a dance off in MC Hammer pants for rights to a box of doughnuts. There was never a dull moment in that class!! But anyway, I'm getting off topic... as fun as that class was, that is not the subject of my post today.
So I'm sitting there in class--American Heritage, minding my own business, just one in about 500 people in the class. And in walks a couple of upper classmen. One of them in particular, I noticed, was kind of cute!
This was him. He didn't have a very wide selection of photos available on facebook, so I was forced to pick one where he was wearing sun glasses. You get the picture... Anyway, so Yancy walks in with this other girl, and I keep my eye on him as they trek up to the front of the class and start giving some kind of announcement. I honestly can't remember what it was about... most of that stuff just went in one ear and out the other. I THINK it was about doing some service project, because as a recall, you are required to do a certain amount of service hours in order to pass American Heritage. A perfect target for all those on-campus service groups that are hurting for members--which I'm pretty sure this announcement came from. Anyway, I didn't really pay attention to all of this very well--I have to admit, I was mostly focused on the cutie named Yancy at the front of the room. From what I remember, the guy was pretty funny--cracking jokes through the whole presentation, etc.
Just my kind of guy!
Unfortunately, there was one little problem. Remember how I said I was in American Heritage and there was about 500 people in the class? Well, short of standing up and screaming at him, I was seriously doubting that I was going to be able to get Yancy's attention. And screaming probably wasn't the best option either. At this point I was thinking "date." Guys don't usually ask crazy girls out unless they feel sorry for them. And I wasn't interested in pity dates.
Dang it.
But then I was saved! To my delight, at the end, of the presentation, Yancy and his cohort started passing out little neon blue fliers with contact information on them. And I'm thinking: "Puurrrfect!" I nonchalantly grab one of the little blue fliers as they are being passed around, pretending I was interested in whatever it was that they had just spent the last 15 minutes trying to pitch to a bunch of rowdy freshmen. (To my credit, I actually did end up doing whatever it was that was on the flier... just for the record!)
Anyway, later that day I type out a short, but to the point email that says something along the lines of:
"Dear Yancy,
You don't know who I am, but you came to my class today (American Heritage) to give a presentation. I was just wondering... how does a girl get a date with you?
Sincerely,
Julie"
May I insert a comment here--I was NOT afraid to ask a guy out, as you can see! I was (and am) a very assertive person, and I had no qualms about asking a guy out if I was interested! Who said the guy gets to do all the choosing? Seriously girls, sometimes we just need to take things into our own hands!
Anyway, not so later that day/week... I can't remember how long it was before he got back to me. Not very long... anyway, his response went a little something like this:
"Dear Julie,
Funny you should ask, my roommates and I were just wondering how we were going to handle the sudden influx of girls that all want to date us. To make the process run a little bit more smoothly, we have attached a dating application. Please feel free to fill it out and send it back at your earliest convenience. We will get back with you on your results as soon as possible.
Sincerely,
Yancy"
HAHAHAHAHA!!! I wish I still had a copy of that application! It was hilarious!! I found out later that after Yancy had access to all the student profiles on campus. Because of his job, he was able to look up anyone's personal profile. Needless to say, as soon as he got my email, he looked up my picture and all the information that BYU had in their data base about me. After determining that I was worthy of a response, him and his roomies all clamored around Yancy's computer and spent a couple hours coming up with this ridiculously funny dating application!
Of course, after receiving said dating application, I then sat around with all of MY roomies and filled out the dating application, and sent it back to Yancy. Needless to say, I got a date out of it. Several, actually! Yancy was a lot of fun! I have no idea where he is at now, but I do remember that we had a lot of fun while it lasted!
Anyway, that was one of my more memorable ways of asking a guy out. I have LOTS of funny stories where that one came from! I am considering posting a few more of the more noteworthy ones... We'll see!
Stayed tuned!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Nasty Neighbors
So I'll be honest.... we don't exactly live in the best neighborhood in town. Yes, I live almost directly across the street from the law school, where you would think that the neighborhood would be teaming with students.
Ha! Wrong!
More like teaming with illegal imigrants. Now I'm not the racist type of person or anything, but there is one little thing that I find wrong with Mexicans. Call it a "cultral flaw" if you will. Now this flaw is nothing too serious, in fact, I'm pretty sure that it doesn't bother Rob at all. But it bothers me!! Especially when we have Mexicans living on either side of our paper-thin-walled town house. You want to know what this flaw is? Well tough, I'm going to tell you anyway....
Its their obsession with loud, blarring Mariachi band music.
And when I say "loud and blarring" I MEAN "loud and blarring." It would be only a small annoyance if all I heard coming through the walls was the pounding beat of a bass drum. But I'm not quite so lucky. These guys BLAST their music so loud, that I can clearly hear EVERY SINGLE WORD. It's so loud, that when I go over to their house to ask them to turn their music down, they can't even hear me knocking on the door.
What's worse, is one of them is some kind of Mexican DJ, so not only do I get to hear loud, obnoxious mariachi music, but I get to hear variations of the mariachi music--slow down, speed up, stupid techno repeats, etc., etc. It's a nightmare.
Like I said, only a minor cultrual flaw, but one that is driving me absotlutely insane! I'm going to have to bust a move on their little fiesta one of these days!
Ha! Wrong!
More like teaming with illegal imigrants. Now I'm not the racist type of person or anything, but there is one little thing that I find wrong with Mexicans. Call it a "cultral flaw" if you will. Now this flaw is nothing too serious, in fact, I'm pretty sure that it doesn't bother Rob at all. But it bothers me!! Especially when we have Mexicans living on either side of our paper-thin-walled town house. You want to know what this flaw is? Well tough, I'm going to tell you anyway....
Its their obsession with loud, blarring Mariachi band music.
And when I say "loud and blarring" I MEAN "loud and blarring." It would be only a small annoyance if all I heard coming through the walls was the pounding beat of a bass drum. But I'm not quite so lucky. These guys BLAST their music so loud, that I can clearly hear EVERY SINGLE WORD. It's so loud, that when I go over to their house to ask them to turn their music down, they can't even hear me knocking on the door.
What's worse, is one of them is some kind of Mexican DJ, so not only do I get to hear loud, obnoxious mariachi music, but I get to hear variations of the mariachi music--slow down, speed up, stupid techno repeats, etc., etc. It's a nightmare.
Like I said, only a minor cultrual flaw, but one that is driving me absotlutely insane! I'm going to have to bust a move on their little fiesta one of these days!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Who's the smartest lawyer?
I love lawyer jokes... they're great! Nevermind that they all make fun of my future profession ( : One of my teachers attaches a lawyer joke our assignment docmuent that he posts each week. A couple of them were really good, so I started to send them to my Dad. This sort of started an exchange of lawyer jokes between us and there is now an unofficial competetition to outdo each other on the "best lawyer joke of the week." Sadly, I got beat thoroughly this week!
Here's what I would like to call the "Case of the Smartest Lawyer":
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This took place in Charlotte, North Carolina. A lawyer purchased a box of very rare and expensive cigars, then insured them against, among other things, fire. Within a month, having smoked his entire stockpile of these great cigars, the lawyer filed a claim against the insurance company. In his claim, the lawyer stated the cigars were lost 'in a series of small fires.'
The insurance company refused to pay, citing the obvious reason, that the man had consumed the cigars in the normal fashion. The lawyer sued and WON!
(Stay with me.)
Delivering the ruling, the judge agreed with the insurance company that the claim was frivolous. The judge stated nevertheless, that the lawyer held a policy from the company, in which it had warranted that the cigars were insurable and also guaranteed that it would insure them against fire, without defining what is considered to be unacceptable 'fire' and was obligated to pay the claim.
Rather than endure lengthy and costly appeal process, the insurance company accepted the ruling and paid $15,000 to the lawyer for his loss of the cigars that perished in the 'fires'.
NOW FOR THE BEST PART...
After the lawyer cashed the check, the insurance company had him arrested on 24 counts of ARSON!!! With his own insurance claim and testimony from the previous case being used against him, the lawyer was convicted of intentionally burning his insured property and was sentenced to 24 months in jail and a $24,000 fine.
This true story won First Place in last year's Criminal Lawyers Award
contest.
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Clearly the insurance company had a smarter lawyer on their payroll. Better luck next time, dude!
If anyone has any good lawyer jokes, please send them to me. I would very much like to outdo my dad next week...
Monday, March 9, 2009
The Twighlight Obsession Continues: New Moon Update
To my fellow Twilight Obsessors... I just found out this awesome news! Dakota Fanning has just been officially casted to play Jane in the New Moon movie (which is coming out this November, just in case anyone was wondering!) When I read about Jane in the books, I was picturing an adult who loooked "child-like." I didn't actually excpect them to cast someone so young. However, I really like Dakota, and I'm excited to see her in this film! I think she's going to do a great Job! 
I found this article online:
It's official: Dakota Fanning joins 'Twilight' sequel 'New Moon'
As previously dished by The Dish Rag, Dakota Fanning has finally gotten a role she can really sink her teeth into.
A Summit Entertainment rep confirms to People that the 15-year-old actress is officially set to star in "Twilight" sequel "New Moon."
She'll play Jane -– a particularly sinister vampire with a sweet, youthful exterior -- who is part of the Volturi branch of the bloodsucking breed.
Filming is set to begin in Vancouver this month. But Dakota's scenes may take place in Rome.
The movie hits theaters in November. (Hooray, something to live for!)
Presumably, Dakota is speed-reading the book now.
Are you happy, annoyed or just totally, like, sick of people talking about Dakota starring in "New Moon"?
Who cares! Do you?
I found this article online:It's official: Dakota Fanning joins 'Twilight' sequel 'New Moon'
As previously dished by The Dish Rag, Dakota Fanning has finally gotten a role she can really sink her teeth into.
A Summit Entertainment rep confirms to People that the 15-year-old actress is officially set to star in "Twilight" sequel "New Moon."
She'll play Jane -– a particularly sinister vampire with a sweet, youthful exterior -- who is part of the Volturi branch of the bloodsucking breed.
Filming is set to begin in Vancouver this month. But Dakota's scenes may take place in Rome.
The movie hits theaters in November. (Hooray, something to live for!)
Presumably, Dakota is speed-reading the book now.
Are you happy, annoyed or just totally, like, sick of people talking about Dakota starring in "New Moon"?
Who cares! Do you?
Saturday, March 7, 2009
No more mooching...
So I have to be honest, the primary reason for my "slacking-no-blogging" attitude recently really all comes down to the fact that I can't mooch anymore. In an attempt to save a few bucks this year, Rob and I cut out the internet/cable bill. Rob has internet access at work, I have wireless at school, and until a couple weeks ago, there was an unsecure wireless line in my aparetment complex that I could "mooch" off of! Alas, all good things must come to an end! The unnamed, non-password protected good samaritan in my apartment complex moved (or just got smart and installed a password) so I no longer have access to internet at my apartment. Which essentially means that on the weekends (when I usually have the time to blog, etc.) I can no longer do all these things unless I want to truck it to the law school and use their wireless. That is my lame excuse for not blogging recently... HOWEVER....
I'm sitting in the Miami International Airport right now with NOTHIG to do for 8 hours (yes, you read right, 8 hours) and so I figured not would be a good time to actually install another blog post!
So this week, I was a slacker, and I'm not talking about blog slacking. I'm talking about law school slacking! I'm pretty sure that Dean Pierce (who we have nick named "Chicken Little," because the sky is always falling) would probably blow a gasket if she found out why I skipped school all this week. But it was worth it, right? I mean, how many of you would pass up an all expense paid cruise in the Caribbean to go to a week of law school?!
Yeah, that's what I thought. I figured I made the right decision to go ( : So Rob and I spent the week in the Caribbean with my family. It an office trip that my Dad and his partner took the work crew on (kind of an office bonus) and Dad decided to bring the whole gang. As a result, this was our home for the past week:
(see all the masses of people moving like cattle off the boat! "Mooooo" Haha!)
We started in Miami:
And hit up Puerto Rico:
St. Martin (this hotel's cliffside suites go for about $8,500 per night!! Can you say, "only for the rich and famous?!"):
And Haiti (it was rainy and cloudy that day, but still very beautiful): 
What made this trip especially fun was that my dad's sisters came!
I haven't seen Auntie Sonja or Vicki since I was 10. I quickly discovered where my crazy side came from. Its all making sense now! I got it from my dad's side... it must have been a recessive gene in him, but Sonja and Vicki definitely got it! They were so much fun! We definitely come from the same mold! My cousins Shaun and Tony came as well. Here is a picture of them at dinner. They are the two guys in this picture that are NOT Rob... who thinks its funny to try and stick his head in EVERY single picture I take....
Shaun also brought his wife, Cristi and his daughter Jasmine (both of whom I've never met).
It was so fun to hang out with them and get to know them better!
Anyway, we had a good time...
... but we are glad to be getting back into the swing of normal life!
More pictures and fun to come later!!
I'm sitting in the Miami International Airport right now with NOTHIG to do for 8 hours (yes, you read right, 8 hours) and so I figured not would be a good time to actually install another blog post!
So this week, I was a slacker, and I'm not talking about blog slacking. I'm talking about law school slacking! I'm pretty sure that Dean Pierce (who we have nick named "Chicken Little," because the sky is always falling) would probably blow a gasket if she found out why I skipped school all this week. But it was worth it, right? I mean, how many of you would pass up an all expense paid cruise in the Caribbean to go to a week of law school?!
Yeah, that's what I thought. I figured I made the right decision to go ( : So Rob and I spent the week in the Caribbean with my family. It an office trip that my Dad and his partner took the work crew on (kind of an office bonus) and Dad decided to bring the whole gang. As a result, this was our home for the past week:
(see all the masses of people moving like cattle off the boat! "Mooooo" Haha!)We started in Miami:
And hit up Puerto Rico:
St. Martin (this hotel's cliffside suites go for about $8,500 per night!! Can you say, "only for the rich and famous?!"):
And Haiti (it was rainy and cloudy that day, but still very beautiful): 
What made this trip especially fun was that my dad's sisters came!
I haven't seen Auntie Sonja or Vicki since I was 10. I quickly discovered where my crazy side came from. Its all making sense now! I got it from my dad's side... it must have been a recessive gene in him, but Sonja and Vicki definitely got it! They were so much fun! We definitely come from the same mold! My cousins Shaun and Tony came as well. Here is a picture of them at dinner. They are the two guys in this picture that are NOT Rob... who thinks its funny to try and stick his head in EVERY single picture I take....
Shaun also brought his wife, Cristi and his daughter Jasmine (both of whom I've never met).
It was so fun to hang out with them and get to know them better!Anyway, we had a good time...
... but we are glad to be getting back into the swing of normal life! More pictures and fun to come later!!
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