Letter to my Future Husband

So, these past few days have been a little tough for me if you've been following my blog. Yesterday, on my down time at work I was just browsing through blogs on heartbreak, and you know...mushy stuff like that. I came across a blog by a girl that writes letters to her future husband and plans on giving them to him on their wedding day. She hasn't ever met this guy, and isn't in a current relationship. I thought this was such a good idea, but I also know that guys aren't really into the whole "I'm gonna write you a letter every single day, and you have to sit down and read every single one of them" kind of thing. So I decided to alter this project a little bit, and type one letter to my future husband before I meet him. One when I know he's the one, one on my engagement day, and one on my wedding day and give him all 4 letters on my wedding day. Cute right?! So here is letter #1 ya'll. Hope you guys enjoy...let me know what you think and let me know if any of ya'l have done this.


Hello there my future husband (well this is kind of awkward),

So this is my first letter to you. I really have dreamed my whole life of the “perfect little love story”, although I’ve constantly been reminded that fairytales in real life don’t exist. I completely believe that, but I also believe that when you find the right person, sparks really do fly. At 25 years old though, I’m starting to wonder where the heck you are.

Right now, I have absolutely no idea if I’ve ever met you, if you’re someone I talk to on a daily basis, or if you’re some stranger I’m just going to randomly come across one day. We haven’t even begun our love story yet…well I don’t think we have. UNLESS, I revisited the cemetery and you’re that ex-boyfriend that I really ended up “not being able to live without” haha. I do want you to know that, whoever you are, I think about you often. I see all of these happy couples around me, all of my happily married friends and family members, and really look forward to us being like that one day.

I wonder what we will fight about, what our home will be like, and what our kids will look like. I wonder about our wedding day often. I don’t do very well with large crowds, so fingers crossed we run off and do this somewhere not so public. I wonder if we’ll fight to save our marriage if things get rocky, and I wonder if you can put up with my temper tantrums that come in week long spurts. I wonder if you’ll roll your eyes at me when I get dramatic, which I tend to do often, or if you’ll just laugh at me and understand that’s just how I am. I wonder if you will sit on the couch with me on Mondays nights to watch the Bachelor, or if you’ll be the one person that can stray me away from that addiction. I wonder what my friends will think about you, and I wonder if they’ll see me light up when I talk about you. I wonder if you’ll get along with my dad…because my track record isn’t looking too good…and I wonder if you’ll get to meet my grandma, because she’s taught me so many life lessons that I will bring into our marriage. I can’t wait to tell you the cute love stories of my grandparents, and I promise you that my mom will love you like you’re her own son.

I’m nowhere near the woman God has called me to be. I have major sins and major faults, as everyone does. So I wonder if God is waiting for me to make those changes before handing you over to me, or if he’s going to hand you to me to HELP me make these changes. I want you to know that we are going to be given so many challenges throughout our marriage…everything isn’t going to always be butterflies and flowers, and I pray that we will be able to get through them hard times and come out stronger than we were before.

Obviously, I think about us a lot. But I can’t wait to start our life together.
Starting tonight, I’m going to start praying for you. I really do want you to make good decisions and I want the best for you. I’m going to start the most important part of this early, and center our relationship around God.


Yours truly,
Kari

A day in the life of a single, childless, 25 year old full-time worker.

So I decided to dedicate today's post to show you guys what my daily routine is like. I mean, maybe, ya'll will see just how much time I do have...and throw all kinds of tips my way since the last thing I have is the excuse of..."I don't have time". Although, I have used that excuse way more than I would like to admit.

Keep in mind this is my Monday-Friday routine.

5:00 A.M- First alarm goes off. Turn off my alarm, reset it for 6 AM.

6:00 A.M- Second alarm goes off. Turn off my alarm, reset it for 6:30 AM.

6:30 A.M- Press snooze every 5 minutes until 6:55 AM.

6:55 A.M- Get in the bathtub, thumb through my Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and emails.

7:15 A.M- Dry my hair, throw it together, find some scrubs in a HURRY, pop in some earrings.

7:30 A.M- Jet out of the door, realize that it takes me 45 minutes to get to work, and STILL continue to leave at the same time every day.

7:30 A.M- 8:10ish- Do my makeup as I'm driving to work while jamming out my "Newbies" playlist on iTunes, which mainly consists of mushy gushy love songs, and depressing breakup songs and well, songs that aren't really "newbies". Well some are...but some are like REALLY old school. 

8:10-8:15 A.M- Arrive at work...LATE. Pour me some coffee with 3 sugars and 3 creams, and a cup of ice water.

8:15-10:30 A.M- Take my adderall, and WORK. LIKE. CRAZY. Have about 5 anxiety attacks in the process because I'm not getting every single thing done within the 30 minutes I wanted to have everything done by. Feel like this during the anxiety attacks: 

10:30 A.M- Realize that I am only 2 1/2 hours into my day and have nothing else to do.

10:30 A.M- 12:00 P.M- BLOG. Text. Look at blogs. Take selfies. Read the news. Look up recipes. 

12:00 P.M- 1:00 P.M- Lunch break. My co-worker, Tressa and I usually take lunch together every day. We usually go to McDonalds, order a grilled chicken patty dipped in BBQ sauce with a small water (90 calories and 1 gram of fat), then we go tan for 20 minutes at the local tanning salon. 

1:00 P.M- 5:00 P.M- Sit here, blog more, text more, drink ALOT of water, work if the opportunity presents itself. Try to figure out the wifi password that the management won't give us. And just. Be here.

5:00 P.M- Rush out of these doors as fast as I can, clock out, jump in my car. Set the same playlist...again.

5:45 P.M- Pull into town...pass up every single amazing fast food restaurant and town. Fight the urge.

5:50 P.M- Get home, check the mail...go inside. Put on some comfy clothes...

*Now this is where I should be exercising*

6:00 P.M- 9:00 P.M- Catch up on my DVR shows, watch anything that looks interesting on TV, think about washing clothes, decide I'll wait for the weekend, frequent the Humor and Quote section of Pinterest on commercial breaks. Save the funny stuff and send to all of my friends. You know...things like this..

9:00-11:00 P.M- It always depends on how tired I'm feeling as to when I go to bed, but it's usually around this time.

So yeah. Now all of you see how much of a life I DON'T have. I mean, it's really bad. So any suggestions that ya'll have on what kind of activities I should do would be pretty awesome. I know I should add some kind of fitness activity into my routine...problem is, sometimes I feel so fat that I HATE being in front of people. I like to be all alone, by myself, and it's hard to do that in a small town. Therefore, I just hardcore diet all the time. It's like I would much rather just compensate in the food department what I'm lacking in the exercise department. DUMB THINKING RIGHT?! So I need advice ya'll...maybe some tips and tricks to get me out of this funk.