A collection of thoughts:

I have about 8 billion things I need to do today.  Between moving in/classes/internship/taking care of our ugly yard/etc, I am swamped. But I have a dang cold. And I am grumpy about it. So I instead I am looking at puppies that I want to adopt. Yesterday morning I sat outside, eating my breakfast, looking at our yard and picturing a puppy back there, chasing around a tennis ball. And then I decided that I should stop imagining pets and I went inside. The point is, I can not wait to get a dog! We're picking one out while we're in Colorado! I CAN'T WAIT. Cary will be one busy bee during pilot training, so I need a puppy to hang out with me, and to bark at bad guys when Cary is gone. In conclusion, here is a hilarious video of my puppy at home being very angry with a KNEX roller coaster. When Ryan sent me this video, I watched it 15 times in a row and laughed uncontrollably every time.

On an unrelated note, today I have been married for 4 months! It has gone a bizarre combination of fast and slow. On the one hand, it feels like we just got married yesterday, and then on the other hand it's like, haven't we always been married? As a seasoned expert on the matter, I feel that I can now fully endorse marriage. It is fantastic. My best friend is always around! My favorite times are when we're in bed trying to go to sleep but we keep talking about ridiculous things, telling each other that we REALLY need to go to sleep so we need to be quiet but then one of us will make a joke or something and we'll get all started again and then it's 2 in the morning and we have to wake up in 4 hours. Also, the other day I was doing dishes, singing some "Fever" and I'm not gonna lie, I was pretty lost in my own little world... dancing around, belting it out. And my mean ol' husband snuck into the kitchen and grabbed me and scared me and I screamed bloody murder and accidently hit him really hard. I was seriously terrified! He was too busy laughing his head off to complain about how hard I hit him, but now I am afraid of singing in the kitchen.

But hey, speaking of Wal-Mart, I hate that place. Every time we go there, I want to get my tubes tied. Wal-Mart is about the only place you can really get groceries or anything so we have gone there like every single day since we moved here and it always puts me in an awful mood. It is like 20 minutes away, and there are so many dang stop lights! Ugh! There is one particular experience that still raises my blood pressure just thinking about it. I went to get our oil changed, which sounds like a simple process. The woman informed that it would be about 30 minutes, so I decided to wander around the store. After navigating my way around a million screaming children and people walking very slowly and of course the high caliber individuals employed there, I managed to find a few things that we need and several impulse purchases. When you add in the amount of money you spend while waiting to get your oil changed, it can be a very expensive ordeal. So after 30 minutes I went to go pick up my car and when I asked if it was done they looked at me like I'd just asked them if my space shuttle was done with repairs. Anyway, 2 hours later my car is finally done and after much attitude from the people at the auto care place, I finally got my car and went home... Without the things I had just bought. And then I decided to get back in bed and never come back out.

Anywho, besides Wal-Mart being a constant source of strife, life continues to be great.