350 Days to Stay Sane

Less than a year is left before my wedding... Stress, bills, family and love... what could go wrong, right?

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Day ten: quite a few left

I don't care. It's happening. He's all that matters. No Oates. Whatever

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I can't Tumblr.

I are so much fail. My other thing is sucking dick. I don't get this. I'm way better at twitter. Jeez... so much fail. Uninstall.

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Day Nine: 342 days left

My baby is sickums. I feel so bad... I bought him everything he needs to feel better and right now he's playing WoW waiting for the nyquil to kick in. My poor Karter... I promised him I wouldn't get him sick and once I'm off work I see him red nosed and sniffly... he was every bit of perfection though while I was disinfecting his keyboards and mice he slid me some of his coveted German chocolate and very cute and pathetically say I earned it. I love this man and for some reason, blowing an obnoxious amount of snot into tissues he's still more attractive than any other person... I can't wait to marry him. Pray for my love...

-Sam

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Day Eight: 343 left :)

Spoiled while being sick is the tits. Cookies.. hot cocoa.. movies.. I'm marrying a good man. He went to work already but since the purpose of making this is so we can document how manic I can be on a given day. I just want to say to my future married self... you have something amazing. Treat him just as well as he treats you and don't forget the small things he's done for you. I know you're going through some things right now but he loves you and you love him. Thats all for today.  Pray for me.

-Sam

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Day Seven: 344 left

When I got to work at 6 this morning. I found out I had a hole in my sock and that pretty much summarized my day as a whole. I'm cold, sick, frustrated and I just wanna go to bed. Since we're saving up for the wedding Karter is on night shift which means hes been asleep for about 4 hours and I haven't had much time with him today. I just wish it'd warm the hell up. Pray for me.

-Sam

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Day Se-*ahem* six: 345 more :)

YES YES YES YES! SO much got done again and again!! Sex sex sex and don't forget the violence. Any healthy relationship is fueled by love and driven by passion. Wedding stuff is being worked out but we needed tonight lady and gentleman. Ladies never underestimate the power of your mouth. Boys never underestimate the power of a hot playlist. (I love Rev Theory ;)) I'm pretty happy tonight. As for Karter, well you couldn't wipe the smile off his face with a brillo pad ;) Sex doesn't fix everything but it sure is worth a try ;) Keep the fights clean and the sex as dirty as a truck stop bathroom. Lord Jesus pray for me.

-Sam

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Day Five: 346 left

Woke up sick. Karter is amazing. He had a meeting with the photographer.. got me soup and forcefed me dayquil. Couldn't ask for anything better... keeping today short. I'm sick he's amazing wedding is so on. Pray for me,

-Sam

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Day Four: 347 days lefttttt

,I need you. I need you. I need you.  I need you. Last night we laid everything out and of course feelings were hurt and things were said that will/can be taken back. We fell asleep with things unresolved and everything kinda shaky but as a true testament to our conviction this evening we went to the gym sweated it out. Talked some more (empty gym we aren’t THAT couple) and came home and did something uninhibited and incredible. Like the first time. I hope this high lasts a while... Pray For Me,

-Sam

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Day Three: 348 days left.

Ugh kill me now. I guess this is just a bad week.  I am so out of it I'm next season's in. Karter is everything I need and more but today my parents have decided that despite his great job, his loyalty to me, and the fact he tries so hard for their approval he just not gonna get it. Admittedly he's not for everyone. He's oaf-y and a little eclectic. Eclectic isn't a very good word... he's in the middle of eclectic and awkward. If that makes sense. Anyway despite his great qualities sometimes it feels like he's a gamer first (a real one not some CoD loser) and my fiance second. I dunno I guess these are prewedding jitters but I don't know what the future holds. I'm fighting for my sanity first. Pray for me. -Sam

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Day Two: 348 to go...

Today was bad. I woke up sick and Karter was being slightly douche-like... What started as passive aggressive torture (meaning he works from home and I didn't feel the need to put clothes on) ended up backfiring... Before I knew it we were into it. After that we grabbed a sensible lunch and he was working again. Tired of looking at budgets I started playing some WoW. It sucked. I suck. I threw this massive fit. Pity Party RSVP Sam over here. My life is going no where (professionally) I can't seem to do anything right and I'm just wasted oxygen.... I ended up crying myself to sleep (emotionally stable should just be defined as "Sam Richter" hmu, Webster's) When I woke up Karter was off work and ready to join my nap. Now it's off to the gym and hopefully I can just put this day behind me. I have no followers so I guess I'm just talking to God right now. If You're listening, I need strength I need something... Pray for me,

- Sam

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Day One: 349 to go...

Our families have been told. The date is set and we've been looking at dresses. Now the fun part... budgeting, crunching numbers, crying, saving and hoping to God we can make this happen. I keep thinking back to The Stepford Wives... Nicole Kidman said it all. "Love isn't easy. Relationships aren't easy. Not for anyone" and it somehow calms me knowing other people are aware that sometimes you can hate the fact you are in love. I mean love has stopped my forward motion on my life, threw a flag, and set me back 15 yards. But goddamn it I love the game. So now I have to plan a wedding and stay sane... Pray for me... -Sam.

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Prologue (Preface?)

I never really learned the difference between the two but as a young adult in middle class America such is life. I can't complain... I had a pretty good education. Decent work history. Family who I can stand in mild doses, moderate if alcohol is involved. Most importantly, I'm engaged to a wonderful man-child whom I will refer to as Karter. This blog is about him. I love his beard. I love his laugh. I love his sociopathic blue eyes. In short, I love him. Tomorrow is marks the 350th day til our Canadian Wedding. Pray for me while I go through the tumultuous ups and downs of planning a wedding.