WisCANsin. (This one is forever long.)

I know it's more common to put a pic a of the bride and groom, but we only have one, and I've been using that for everything, so this is another of my favorites. I've been married for a little over two months now. I'm writing because I feel guilty for doing that thing--the thing where something big happens, you write about it, and then you never write again because you were too busy with the big thing.

We're in Wisconsin, and people really do talk with an accent here, it's so hilarious to us Californians. It's so green here! The first day we got here, I was depressed, because there was a layer of snow, totally bare trees, icky gray skies, not-so-great-compared-to-Idaho apartment, and ghetto neighborhood. Oh, and our rented bed reeked of cancer stick smoke. But we seem to have arrived at the tail end of winter, thank goodness. The change is incredible. Jason and I are sure that Idaho will look like a dead wasteland compared to this. But I wonder if I'll miss all the black folks--there are more black folks here than I've ever seen in my life, and I grew up in Dova, right next to Sac-town, so that's saying something. I'm finding myself talking ghetto more often, too. Probably not smart for a puny white girl, but I can't seem to help it.

Being married is cool. I've never had to be so frugal in my life (as Christy and Crystal can attest to--they witnessed my carefree buy-whatever-at-Target days and will probably feel some maniacal triumph, knowing I can't do that anymore :)), but I don't mind so much. It's good for me to not have everything I want. I've always been careful with money, never going into debt, not paying too much for anything I've bought, but I admit, I've never been totally on my own with it before, paying every one of my own bills. Bout time, I guess.

I do miss Jason, though. He's gone from about 11-9 six days a week, and it really does suck, but hopefully he'll make a ton of money from it.

Today I'm starting my--is it even a job? One of the other wives with Pinnacle is working for the 2nd counselor in our bishopric, at his flower shop, since she's a floral design major. (I'm jealous. It sounds so fun, and the job just dropped right into her lap. Meanwhile, I wait for the temp agency to call me back.) But she called me and said Brother Lang needed someone to do deliveries on Fridays and Saturdays, and that another Pinnacle wife could ride with me, read the maps, and tell me where to go, and we'll split the money. So it will probably pay dirt, but it's something interesting to do until I can find a real job.

By the way, why do employers always wait so long to contact you after you apply? Don't they realize that people apply for jobs because they need money, and sometimes that need is urgent? I really hate that. I hate sitting around waiting.

One last note: my garden is still doing well. I may be watering a little pot of weeds instead of Snapdragons, since I have no idea what they're supposed to look like when they germinate, but other than that it's all looking good, especially the Roma Tomatoes. I just hope I don't kill them when I try to transplant them. Oh, and I think I killed the Big Blue Lily Turf and Creeping Phlox; I'm just not sure how. But the snap peas, cornflowers, broccoli, and cherry tomatoes all seem to be doing well. I just wish all three of my tulips would bloom instead of just one. I somehow feel guilty for bumping off plants, even when I've honestly tried my best and have no idea what I did to cause their demise.

If I can't even keep some simple plants alive, it's going to be interesting trying to keep track of kids. You get in a lot more trouble if you bump them off.