8 weeks

8 weeks.... No i am not 8 weeks pregnant but it got you to click on my blog

Tomorrow marks 8 weeks. It doesn't feel like 8 weeks. It seems like just last week it was a few days before the wedding. Scrambling around trying to finish last minute details to make sure the day goes perfect. Little did i know that just 3 days later, our special day we had been planning 8 months for would be over within ours (which actually felt like minutes). So many things went wrong that day, but i wouldn't change any of it.

Now, it is 10:45 on this Friday Night. My husband is at work and i am lying in bed watching last nights episode of Gray's Anatomy. There is laundry i could put away, laundry i could wash, textbook i could be reading but after this week, i need a vacation!

My husband is learning new differences between girls and boys since we got married. For men, shopping is easy. Go in to a store and 10 minutes later walk out with 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, underwear and a belt. For women (meaning me), it would take at least an hour to find the 2 pairs of pants. So when we went shopping this afternoon, i was expected to and told to get what i needed within 15-20 minutes other wise i would be left at said store. Needless to say, i was successful. Normally i wouldn't go shopping for me with my husband but it was on the way home, i was tired and ready for a nap.

After a late night of tears and many tissues last night, i was not an easy riser this morning when the alarm went off. We were going to shoot. Not photography but guns. Allen and his coworkers are obsessed! (no offense Amy Jo). We got there about 9, they didn't start until 10ish and we left about 230. So after lunch and our adventure at Walmart, I was pooped. An hour nap, that was all i was going to take. Just an hour. Which quickly turned into 2 hours and caused me to not have time to bake the cake i promised i would make.