Married Life and New Blog

So, we're married, it's weird and perfect and wonderful. And sometimes I still wake up in the middle of the night and wonder who is in my bed. But, then I remember the whole married thing.

I don't have any professional pictures yet. But, as soon as I get them, I will post them here for your stalking pleasure. Actually I will be posting them here which is our new married blog. There isn't anything on there yet except a really awesome picture of me smashing cake in Josh's face.

You know it's love

When your fiance will hang up your laundry for you. And he'll organize it by style, color, and on the right hanger. In return, I decided to share the closet and gave Josh almost half of it. Almost.


Here's to 12 days until I'm Mrs. Guest, moving into our new house, and still having OCD.

1 short month

One month from today, Josh and I will be getting married, which is pretty much amazing. Mainly because we'll finally be married! But a close second is because wedding planning will be over. Here are some things I've learned about planning a wedding.

• If you register for something stupid, someone will buy it
• If you register for basic, like silverware, NO ONE will buy it
• You will forgot who you've sent invitations to and who you have not.
  Which will in turn make your mother mad.
• You will start to leave notes, addresses, and lists all over any scrap of paper you can find. You will still forget things. See above.
  
• If your seamstress says it will take about 3 fittings to finish your wedding dress. She really means 7, and she'll still sew your beading on crooked.
  

I'll be doing my preceptorship next year on the medical floor at UVRMC. Since ER was taken and UVU won't even offer labor and delivery as a preceptorship (poo), I think the medical floor was a great option. It also means I only have 1 more semester of nursing school! and of course, 1 month until wedded bliss!

50 days Left

And I cannot wait

Updates and such

It's been a while since I blogged, mostly because I'm busy and I know no one reads this anyways.
Firstly, I got engaged here, at the Oakland Temple (we're also getting married here, convenient, huh?)

We spent all of Christmas break together, traveled to Morgan Hill to meet my family, to Klamath Falls to see his, to Portland to see his sister, to Boise where we got stranded on New Year's Eve, and back to Provo. The good news though, is that after 52 hours and 2,850 miles in a car together, we're still engaged. Must be love.

Wedding plans are going great. Most everything is planned already and laid out in my lovely google doc. I went dress shopping with my roommate, Stefi two weeks ago. And, after just 2 short hours of shopping, I bought a dress. It's lovely, covered in lace, and best of all, within my budget. You'll have to use your imagination though, because I'm not going to post a picture of it.

Josh got into BYU Law School. I'm so excited for him. I know law school will be a great experience, granted he survives it. I'm excited because we get to stay in Provo (never thought I would say that), and I can finally finish school. I graduate from nursing school in December. The end is in sight.

Sometimes, I still can't believe it's Josh. This guy who has been in my life for 2 years now, who helped me start a blog to begin with, and now I'm going to marry him.

Life is funny. Never would have Guessed.

Nearly Died

When I saw this friendly guy on my mailbox as I was walking by.

Dear Foxwood Residents,

If anyone has lost their (illegally kept) pet snake, I have found it. It is on my mailbox. Dead. Please remove it, so I can check my mail without screaming.

Thanks,
Susan

Sometimes

I feel like nursing school is just one big hoop that I have to jump through. And every semester the hoop gets taller, and I lose the strength and desire to jump. Still, I do it anyways in the hopes that it will all be worth it one day. That or I'll drop dead from exhaustion and none of this will matter anyways.

Happy Finals!

One day I'll blog about my trip to Paris. Until then, enjoy this picture.