I have a paper due on Tuesday for English class and 3 chapters of math to submit by midnight today...yet, I am procrastinating and writing a blog entry instead. That seems like a well thought-out plan.
I am happily married! We tied the knot on April 16, 2016. It was an incredible ceremony with my niece, Grace, as my maid of honor; our dear friend Danny as our best man and my childhood pastor officiated. Small and intimate, but exactly what we wanted.
I am happily married! We tied the knot on April 16, 2016. It was an incredible ceremony with my niece, Grace, as my maid of honor; our dear friend Danny as our best man and my childhood pastor officiated. Small and intimate, but exactly what we wanted.
I quit my job at the dealership in May and started a new journey with Mary Kay. While rewarding in many ways, we needed a lot more income in order to get us out of the hole we had kinda put ourselves in with the wedding expenses (plus I needed healthcare benefits), so I started a job at a bank in late July. While challenging, it has been a great job. I just finished my 3-month review and am now officially a wire specialist.
I have also decided to tackle going back to school. As if being a newlywed and starting a new career wasn't stressful enough.... let's add two subjects that I abhor: Math and English. I am praying it is all worth it in the end. And that I finish this time and not punk out like the last few times. Math has always had the ability to make me feel some type of way. Like stabbing myself in the face, with a dull pencil.
On top of all that is going on in my life, I asked my husband if we could expand our family with one more furry baby,
And so Toby was added to our family the end of September. He has been a literal pain in my ass since we have gotten him. He is an escape artist (evidently our neighbor has had to put him back in our yard every single day last week and again this morning...) and he craps in his kennel. I'm sorry... in what universe is it ok to crap where you sleep ...and be totally ok with it?!? My husband gently reminds me that this was my idea (all of the really GREAT ones are). So this weekend we ended up at a dog trainer where we shelled out $1,200 and begged her to FIX HIM. Despite his ways, he really has stolen both of our hearts. He is so loving, and wants nothing more from life than to be loved. Sadly, I don't know much about his past, but I suspect he was abused by the way he acts and that truly angers me. I can't deal with dogs being abused therefore, he's mine forever. Whether he likes it or not. Crap and all.
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