The struggle of moving has once again hit me. (Hit me like what, you might ask. I am not entirely sure to be completely honest.) Anyway, we're struggling to get into an apartment (for various reasons), but I'm really hoping something works out really quickly, as I start my new job in one week, two days. I've been told that so long as I'm actively looking for a solution to my problemos, something is bound to turn up. So, I have been constantly searching. And nothing has turned up for sure just yet. And if it does not, well..... we'll cross that bridge when Ty and I burn it, I suppose.

On a more positive note, Bailey and I have managed to go out on several walks (or, in her case, runs...) and we have successfully managed to avoid both rattlesnakes and people on dirt bikes. We have also recently managed to avoid wolves, and make friends with other (friendly looking) dogs.

I'm really looking forward to the move to Billings. Don't get me wrong- Miles City has been a great community to live in for a year, but I feel as though I'm getting too comfortable with living in a small town... and I cannot say that I'm a huge fan of being too comfortable or the small town feeling that comes with being here. It's been welcoming, after you get over the, "Who are you? You're not from here!" stage of things. I feel more than ready, however, to move on. The job at Yellowstone sounds amazing! I really can't wait to start working with kids and actually doing stuff, that doesn't involve sitting in one place all day, writing articles that get torn completely to shreds. (S0 I recognize that revision is important, but if someone is going to completely re-write what I've written, what's the point of asking me to write something? I have an English degree. I spent four (okay, three and a half) years writing papers at a college level. I think I know what I'm doing. ) I'll be getting paid to make someone's day a little better and not sit on Facebook all day. I'll be getting paid to do something I like, and maybe learn something while I'm at it. I'll be getting paid to do stuff, period, that isn't sitting around and doing nothing.

On a slightly more fun note, I went to see this year's Shakesphere in the Park with a friend and her kid. It was Julius Caesar, so naturally, I wasn't really paying too much attention to the performance (though their costumes were neat). I found myself more focused on the kid I was with. He's so friggin' funny. He made a comment to the effect of, "Mom, this beer tastes a lot like soda." My friend looks at him, and replies, " that's because it is soda, honey." He then went on to tell me about how his step-dad drank a lot of beer. This conversation kind of made me giggle. Quite a bit.