. . or rather Omaha, Nebraska. Yep, back again. And do you know what I realized this trip? Although I've been coming to Omaha on business for 7 years I've never really been beyond a 3 or 4 mile radius into the city. My version of Omaha consists of the Hilton hotel, Union Pacific headquarters, the Old Market, and those blocks in between. How sad is that? And the UP train rides, while fantastic due to the vintage passenger cars, don't count. A track is a track is a track. If you've seen one then you've seen them all.
The problem is I don't have time to sightsee. Matter of fact, I'm only assuming there are sights to see since I never get out of my little comfort zone! My routine is always the same: meetings starting at breakfast and ending past dinner. A dinner which usually consists of Omaha steaks, cause what else are you going to eat in Omaha, followed by a guilt induced trip to the gym. And I usually still feel terrible after the gym, all sluggish and yucky because I'm not normally a steak eater. Stupid peer pressure and expectations that steak is the only acceptable food while visiting!!
And I miss my little family. According to Jeremy, Emma misses me as well. Especially at bedtime. But when I call today to talk to her she won't come to the phone because she's watching Spongebob Squarepants. Burn. Bested by a yellow sponge with pants. Awesome. Luckily I'm flying home tomorrow and can reclaim my advantage over Spongebob. Bribery may be necessary, but I'm willing to shell out for a new Barbie if it puts me back at the top of the list!