What it's like

Since I am a west coast gal, and Brenton is a west coast boy, living in the MD (it's my version of the OC) has opened my eyes to a new way of living

For example:
West Coast thrives on customer service. I mean if the hostess/check-out clerk/secretary doesn't so much give you a WARM over the top friendly smile, well then it's common to complain or vow to never return because you just didn't feel all warm and bubbly.

Well over here you are lucky if they say "hi how are you?" Because they don't care, No honestly, they don't, and get this...IT'S OKAY!!! No one complains, no one thinks to themselves "How rude!" or goes to the manager. As long as the job gets done, we are happy! :)

On the subject of rude: Okay so I have had east coaster's themselves tell me that east coast people are rude, so it's not just overly sensitive me. They know it. It's not like they are outright rude, it's mostly that everyone keeps to themselves and tries not to interact with anyone...EVER
I mean, some guy was blocking the walk way with his bag and I was coming through with the stroller, he moved it, I THANKED him, and he looked at me like I just kicked a kitten... I guess I was just supposed to keep walking....dang my manners!!!!

Lets see...oh merging lanes?? What did I just say, yes merging lanes. Do they have them here... umm No...well kinda. There is a road that goes to merge onto the freeway/highway, but the second it touches the freeway the lane ends and you then YIELD?? What?? The best is when you come to a line of cars trying to merge on the freeway, so you go from a dead stop to freeway speeds...WHO THOUGHT OF THIS??!!
Oh and they also choose not to give you those nice warning signs of when your lane is going to end, the only clue you have are the short dashed lines on the freeway. If you don't pay attention to those, bad things can happen!

The wildlife out here is crazy, anyone ever see a woodchuck standing on the side of the road?? It's CREEPY! It's like a mutant rambo squierrel the size of a medium dog.

Ahh...okay other than that. It's beautiful out here. The trees out here are like 5 stories tall and there are just mini forests everywhere. (Did you hear that Utah...TREES! EVERYWHERE!!)They are starting to change colors, and I am s-t-o-k-e-d for fall.

I promise now that I am settled and I think my brain is starting to work, that I will get some awesome pics of this place up here soon. For now...enjoy the woodchuck

Freaking-A

So last night The Brenton and I were having a little dialog

Brenton: So what do you want to do tomorrow?

Jazz: Uh..I don't know, you want to go to the gym?

Brenton: Yeah, we can go to the gym

Jazz: (takes two steps out of the bathroom) and BAM SMACK CRUNCH...I immediately collapse to the bed and then curl onto the ground

Brenton: What happened??

All I could say, well not so much say, but more of cry was : MY PINKY TOE!

Yes,I kicked the "foot" of the baby co-sleeper and so help me I wanted to die. It caught just between the pinky toe and the toe next to it. The pain, the throbbing, lasted the whole night, I contimplated cutting my pinky toe off to stop the pain!

I didn't break my toe, but I very much jammed it.

Needless to say, we did not go to they Gym....

instead I ate double stuffed golden oreos...

Happy Labor Day Everyone!!!