I am feeling a little red. Not because I am surrounded by Huskers, but because of a lot of time spent lounging at the pool.

I researched a few methods to relieve the burning, and here is what I found. I haven't tried any yet, so let me know if you know of another relief.

Vinegar

Natural Products . . .

Honeymoon time, and we made it to Orlando!

The trek from Lincoln to Orlando, about 1,400 miles, took us a day and a half. Not too bad. We passed the time listening to music, talking and read Pride and Prejudice out loud. Cole did some great voice impressions.

Now we are at the PBL Conference. If you desire more information on what that means, check out PBL here. Right now, Matt, Jay and Cole are taking a test that will hopefully land them a spot in the finals. But the state of the team was a little dismal as they headed down to compete. I am sure they will do fine. They have all operated on little to no sleep before. . . .

Last Saturday, I married the love of my life, Cole Malmberg. It was a great day and a dance-filled night. In time, we will have photos up of the event.

Thank you to everyone who came and helped. It wouldn't be the same without you. We hope you had a great time.

Almost a week ago, I walked down the aisle, said I do, and became Mrs. Malmberg. Little did I know, that was the easy part on changing my name. Now comes trying to get all the paperwork to recognize me as Mrs. Malmberg, instead of Miss Long.

So, if you even find yourself in this situation, here is a little advice from someone going through the process. And for your sake, I hope you aren't changing states while you are trying to change your last name. I am, and it makes everything so much harder. . . .

For someone who basically lives on the Internet, going home to the middle-of-no-where changes life. A lot. I can't check my e-mail, tweet, update my Facebook status, check out the news Mother Earth News, NPR or New York Times articles, or post blogs. My life is different.

But that is just it. Life is different; it's not bad. I have gone without my luxurious Internet before. When I have gone on mission trip with TFC, I didn't e-mail home. When I go to my grandparents, I had to travel to the public library that has odd hours. In Italy, Sara and I seldom ventured across the street to the Internet cafe (probably for safety reasons). And in Ghana, I had plenty of people to talk to instead of browsing online. . . .