Yep, this is happening.

Little girls grow up thinking about their wedding day.

We dream of ball gowns, the dancing and the cake.

We picture that perfect prince charming at the end of the church aisle, who will promise, in front of our family and friends, to take care of us for the rest of our lives.  

Woof.

Growing up, my thoughts were usually pre occupied around collecting rocks, the new Ace of Base CD and what trouble Archie and friends were getting into that week. I got my jolly’s on new microscope slides and the projector mount on my microscope. I didn’t have time to be bothered with silly ideas of pretend weddings. And if you would have told me at the tender age of 9 that I would marry a guy named BOB of all names, I would have laughed in your face and gone back to eating my fun dip pack, hold the dip.

I wonder if I would have gotten the balls to go to school out of state, like I originally planned, would be sitting here typing what I am typing today?  What if that creepy med school freshman with the worst pick up line in the entire UNIVERSE (“Wanna see my water polo video?”) never came up to me?  Interesting isn’t it?

I’ve been married for one month, three weeks and 5 days. It has been interesting, to say the least. I never lived with Bobby before we got married, so dealing with someone else’s odd habits has been beyond unnerving. I’m sure he feels the same way about me.

A friend of mine suggested that I write a letter to my new husband each week for the first year we are married. She gave me a notebook and told me to give him the notebook filled with letters on our one year anniversary. She described things that she wrote to her new husband and possible topics.

“Well shit” I thought to myself, “why not broadcast this across the information superhighway?”

And that is where I am today.

Sorry friends, but you aren’t going to find any sappy love notes on this blog. Mostly this is a place to come and vent because honestly, Bobby annoys me at one point in the day, every day. Literally. And I’d like to think I do the same to him. We are polar opposites, which leads to interesting conversation with topics ranging from the correct way to boil water, how to sort mail and bills and baseball towns who have bat shit crazy fans (in case you didn’t realize, the cardinals won game six last night to go to the game seven of the world series tomorrow. Bobby literally got up from our couch to check his pants in the bathroom after David Freese hit a walk off home run in the 11^th.)

So, this is my first year of marriage. The good, the bad and the dutch oven ugly.