Whatever

I am honestly not quite sure what to do with this blog, so I think I will make it a combination of a repository for my writing (academic or bitter diatribe) and something of an online journal. No one has, of yet, offended me today, so no type of the latter writing will appear in this post. I'll just update whomever on what's going on in my life.

David and I got a puppy. His name is Xavier, and he's a Great Dane, is 9 weeks old, and weighs 22 pounds; he's already as large as some breeds will ever get. When we took him to the vet, he said that Xavier already had "50-pound dog legs." It's true; his legs are already about as thick as my wrists (and I'm a toothpick). Xavier's hobbies include being good for David, and being bad for me, which includes anything from chasing and growling at the cats, peeing on the carpet, and chewing up my homework (no the last one is not a cliche exaggeration). I had a Young Women leader growing up that said that before you could have kids, you had to prove that you could take care of lower life forms. You started with plants, then moved to small animals - fish, hamster, bird, etc. If you could handle a dog, you could handle children. It sounded logical enough to me at the time. Now I completely understand. Only a child can compare in demand and attention to a puppy. He's therefore functioning as a great form of birth control - I think I would go insane if I had to take care of a puppy AND a child. The thought sends shivers of dread down my spine. Ugh.

As if acquiring an animal that will someday weigh as much as David and be as tall as him on its hind legs wasn't enough, we also bought a new car. Well, it's new to us, anyway. It's a 2008 Jeep Liberty in a bronze-y orange color. David will be starting work up at Mt. Dell Golf Course in Salt Lake soon, an he will need a way to get up there while I will need a way to get to school down here. I realize that we've kind of rushed through the "list of things to do once you get married" (i.e., car, dog, kids [not yet], etc.), but I've developed the attitude about it that I have toward college finals: I would rather take all of my finals as quickly as possible and get over the stress/anxiety/dread/terror/guilt in one go instead of spreading it over several days. I've found that stress only increases with duration of time anyway. Forgive the crude analogy, but it's kind of like throwing up: You feel really sick before, it's a horrible experience, but when it's over, you feel SOOOOO much better. That's how I view life right now. David and I are getting most of the big stresses out of the way early so we can enjoy life later on. However, I did find out once I got married that David had an undisclosed hobby of collecting cars - he's gone through 13 in six years. When we got this car, I sat in the passenger seat and glared at him to get my message across: "We are DONE with cars for at least ten years. DONE! NO MAS!" We now have two perfectly reliable 2008 cars - one great on gas mileage, the other great on storage and handling. There is no reason we need to get any more/different automobiles! I informed David he needed to find a cheaper hobby, like collecting stamps or buttons or vintage Barbies. He does collect coins, and has some pretty amazing ones, but he obviously has some void that cars fill. I'd be jealous if I didn't know he loves me more than anything else. And then there's the line in my favorite song "I cant believe you kiss your car good night / Now, come on, baby, tell me, you must be jokin' right?" that alerts him as to how I would feel about his relationship with a machine.

Anyway, those are my ramblings for today. I might ramble some more tomorrow, especially if there's nothing else to do at work.