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Rainbow Rowell writes books. Sometimes she writes about adults (ATTACHMENTS and LANDLINE). Sometimes she writes about teenagers (ELEANOR & PARK and FANGIRL). But she always writes about people who talk a lot. And people who feel like they’re screwing up. And people who fall in love. When she’s not writing, Rainbow is reading comic books, planning Disney World trips and arguing about things that don’t really matter in the big scheme of things. She lives in Nebraska with her husband and two sons. [x]

Alright guys. It’s time to learn about Nebraska.

Nebraska is a republican state. It’s full of farmers, radical christians, and corn. Also football. Football is Nebraska’s religion. You think I’m joking? Google “nebraska huskers” and you’ll see what I mean. EVERYBODY is a Huskers fan. People drive from the other side of the state to make it to a Saturday morning football game. They’re worse than NFL fans, and that’s saying something.

So, as college students are want to do, three of the football players had an opinion. And Nebraska didn’t like that opinion.

Here’s a link to the article.

The governor, the board of regents, and most of Nebraska is calling for their immediate removal from the team. Cuz, ya know, football is life and they don’t want to thin their precious football players have opinions. They exist solely for entertainment. They’ve been told by fans that if they’re not careful, they’re going to get lynched. Please, find a way to support these brave players. #blacklivesmatter

When you’re living abroad, you develop a heightened sense of the intricacies in simple daily interactions. The cultural differences in your foreign country sharpen your perceptive ability. When you come back that antenna is still there. You pick up frequencies and signals that the people around you either can’t hear or choose to ignore. The people and the place haven’t changed, but you have.

The first two episodes of Season 11 have had us in Superior, Nebraska.

I live in Nebraska.

Last week I saw an old Chevy Impala, but the color was wrong.

This week, TODAY, I saw a shiny, mint condition, Chevy Impala, exactly the right color, exactly the right chrome, exactly the right number of doors, exactly the RIGHT FUCKING CAR.

I’m going to get the gear ready just in case…

All the images in my post are mine. What can I say I have been taking pictures since I bought my first 110 camera when I was 12. That was 32 years ago. I still take art classes at Chadron State College, and I’m always learning new tricks. I like to document the world but I am not a journalist. I do portraits, landscape, but my favorite is texture and Macro. In the winter that is usually the snow and how it is always changing, and in the summer it is bugs and plants.  showing the world what they miss because they rush by the little details, too busy texting to see what passes them by. There is a whole world out there to enjoy and explore. whether it’s in Big open Spaces or the Concrete Jungle.
I live in Rural Nebraska but occasionally I get to experience new places, and when I have the opportunity I capture it all. I just got my first good Digital camera 2 years ago, so I am still learning the differences between it and my old film camera

The Fifty States as Paranormal Stories

Living Habitually: Alabama, Idaho, Missouri, Nebraska, Mississippi, Oklahoma, Montana, Ohio 

Red Rainbow: North Carolina, Texas, Tennessee, Kentucky, South Carolina, Virginia

The Boy Who Made Sand Sculptures: California, Florida, New Jersey, Hawaii

My Best Friend Kind of Drowned: Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Wyoming, Louisiana

Something in the Forest: North Dakota, South Dakota, Iowa, Washington, West Virginia, Vermont, Oregon, Maryland

We Were Paleontologists:  Utah, New Mexico, Nevada, Arizona, Colorado, Kansas, Alaska

Autopilot: New York, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Delaware, Rhode Island, New Hampshire

The Wishing Tree: Pennsylvania, Georgia, Arkansas, Illinois, Indiana, Louisiana, Maine, 

Sammy Wilk Imagine: Hi.

“This sucks.” I said pouting my bottom lip out. My stomach twisted at the site of my boyfriend’s face on my computer. “I know babe.” He said running a hand through his hair. I’ve been with Sammy for five months, and we never met. Sammy and I met over twitter, it was a simple conversation that turned into something more. We didn’t expect a relationship to form but it did, knowing that Sammy lives in Nebraska and I live in California it’s a pain, we talk everyday, he makes sure he calls me every night to see my face before he goes to bed, we talk about meeting everyday but something always comes up. Sammy was suppose to fly to California this week, but as usual something came up. I smiled biting down on my bottom lip trying to hide the fact that I was seriously bummed out. “Babe?” Sam said looking at me with worried eyes, I cleared my throat sitting up in my chair, “Yeah, sorry I’m just tired.” I said smiling, “Where are you going anyways?” Sammy cleared his throat adjusting himself in the car, “Uh, I’m meeting the Jacks’ in Chicago.” He said smiling at me. I looked at him rolling my eyes, “So you’re telling me, you ditched me, your girlfriend you never met for your best friends that you can see everyday?” I was no longer upset. I was pissed. Sammy looked at me raising an eyebrow, “Uh yeah.” He said nodding my head. I pursed my lips my finger hovering over the end call button. “Well, you have fun. I’m going to bed goodnight Sam.” and with that I ended the call button. I bit down on my lip trying to stop the tears, I wiped at my eyes getting up from my chair and walking down the stairs, they key to the hurting heart: Ice cream. I pulled the ice cream out of the freezer instantly digging my spoon into the tub, my phone vibrated on the counter I licked the spoon clean unlocking my phone.

Sammy: Open your door.

I sat my ice cream down walking towards the front door, I opened the door coming into view with Sammy. My mouth dropped at my handsome boyfriend standing on my door step. “Hi.” He said smiling at me, “Oh my god.” I said walking into his arms, his arms wrapped around my waist as he picked me up, I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck inhaling his scent, I was scared I was going to wake up. Sam set me back down on my feet his hands never leaving my waist, “You’re here, you’re really here.” I said looking him in his eyes, “You’re in my arms.” I raised my hand up touching his face, he began laughing removing my hand from his face and intertwining our fingers together. “I’m just making sure it’s real, that you’re real.” I looked down at mine and Sammy’s locked fingers and back up at him, “I’m here.” Sammy said raising my face up with his free hand, ” And I don’t want to be anywhere else.” He said placing his lips softly on mine, I placed my hand on the back of his neck pulling his face closer to mine, his lips molded perfectly with mine, he tasted like pepsi and mint, it was real, the fireworks shooting off were real. Sammy pulled away placing his forehead on mine, I looked into his eyes whispering, “You’re here.” My eyes filled with tears, Sammy wiped my tears away with him thumb before placing a soft kiss on my forehead, “I’ve never been happier.” He said connecting our lips together once again.