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one day that stress heart attack will get me, then I'll get some sleep...

How has it been three months already since I last posted?! (Answer: I am a procrastinator!).

Well, the trip to Ohio went off okay; we had a three AM, middle-of-nowhere flat tire, but an awesome tow truck guy in Rolla got us not a spare but an actual tire and wheel for, like, twenty bucks. SOOO cool.
Visited parents, friends, went to the Cincinati Zoo (perhaps a poor choice for the middle of a hot, humid August day, especially coming from Albuquerque), and rescued a friend and her kids from her crazy mother on by dropping them off in Denver on the way home.

School started and I realized that picking some of the most homework/study-heavy courses at CNM and then cramming four of them together back-to-back was probably not the best idea I've ever had. Especially when I was planning a wedding in the middle of the term. I might have to drop one of the classes so I don't screw up my GPA.

Johnny and I got married three days ago (yay! and FINALLY!), which was fun. I picked a random campsite that I had never been to based on it's proximity to town. Other than the heavy rains the night before that left the ground pretty muddy, it was a great spot. To quote a character from 30 Rock "...all I wanted... was a five minute ceremony surrounded by a huge party," and that's pretty much how it played out. Thanks to the drunken minister who I had to drive back to town, I was able to go home and grab another three blankets and pillows, so the October campout was pretty comfy. It was fun but I'm glad it's over so I don't have to worry about all the planning anymore!

I'm gonna wrap this up; I want to hop in the shower and then finish watching this documentary called "I Need That Record!" (go Netflix for suggesting it to me! Sometimes I wonder if they are secretly listening to what I say I want to watch and then putting it on. Not so much lately, though ).
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