the beginning

It occurred to me today while driving home from the Northwoods that I wanted to remember the way these last few weeks before the wedding felt. I keep thinking of how crazy it is the amount of planning that goes into one day (well really 8 hours in one day). One. Single. Day. I have spent the last who-knows-how-many days frantically trying to tie every single detail together, while I have many different people in my ear saying the ‘It will all work out’s’ and the ‘It is going to be okay’s’. And yes, for a couple of minutes I think, yano what, it will be okay. By a couple of minutes, I really mean split second, and then I am back to my panicking, frantic self.  So here I am, ready to write down these feelings to share with my family, my friends and anyone else out there who can relate or cares.

         

And really I cannot tell you why I chose to start a blog 30 days before this very same wedding that is making me frantic. What I can tell you is that this is so totally me.  I am not saying that I like making myself a crazy person, but what I am saying is that I like making myself a crazy person.

         

I have the type of personality that if I want something, I am going to get it and if I want to do something, I am going to do it. So, here I am, doing it. There is not a whole lotta reasoning with me. My family has come to accept it and I tell myself that it just has to be one of Troy’s favorite parts about me. My personality is the same reason why:

1) A wedding budget was a impossible hard concept for me.

2) Dieting is like extreme torture- because if I want a cookie, well guess who is having a cookie.

3) All the minute little details must be done by or near me.

4) I am writing this blog.

         

As many of you know, I have recently accepted a second grade teaching job with the Oshkosh School District. Yes, you heard me correctly, I am starting my very first put-your-big-girl-pants-on job! I am so unbelievably excited to begin my teaching journey at a small elementary school called Smith. I am expecting to have around 19 students of my very own. We are going to have so much fun. I can hardly wait…my stomach is doing jumping jacks cartwheels just thinking about it.

        

What’s that you say? I am getting married two weeks after I start my very first put-your-big-girl-pants-on job. Now you see why I need to write this down. It is going to be a disaster epic. I promise.

Until Tomorrow, 

Sam