Part One

Where do I begin? This month has brought so many new emotions into my life; emotions I never truly knew the definition of until now.  It all started a month from today… JB got offered a dream job with Blizzard and as excited as we were for this new change, we soon realized that stress was about to take over our lives. 

Step 1… Putting our condo on the market.

I’m not sure how people reading this blog have gone through this process, but talk about intense!  We began by staging our condo for an open house. While clearing the house we noticed our dog, JJ, destroyed the carpets.  All this time we had been living like those cat ladies, you know the kind, the ones where upon entering their homes you’re welcomed with an overwhelming scent of piss.  I’m still baffled at the fact I became so immune to this odor.  I blame this partly on all my friends; I always asked them if they could smell anything, but now I know they were just being polite.  The carpets were beyond repair.  After spending $3,000 replacing the carpets (Thanks JJ!) we could finally have our open house.  I guess we were hoping some big spender would come in the first day and say, ‘ I LOVE IT! I HAVE TO HAVE IT!” Boy, were we wrong.  A month later and our house is still on the market. 

Moving on to step number 2… THE MOVE!

On the day of our first open house we checked into a nearby hotel, while all our belongings were being shipped off to a storage unit somewhere in Southern California (I’m still not sure where our stuff is being held). Poor JB had the responsibility of driving to California and moving us into our temporary housing provided by Blizzard.  I couldn’t help him with the move because I was to get on a flight the next day to work New York Comic Con for a week.  Right after New York I was scheduled to fly straight to Wichita, Kansas to prepare for my wedding taking place in 2 weeks.  The plan was for JB to get us settled into California and meet up with me in Kansas 3 days before our wedding.  At first, I felt like JB got handed the crappy part of the stick, but I soon realized he made off easy.  Wedding planning is NO joke….

Step 3… The last minute planning begins.

Stepping off the plane into Kansas I was immediately hit with wedding questions, “How many flowers do you want ordered?” What color do you want your chair sashes to be?  Did you ever order the guest book, unity candles, and flower girl baskets?” The questions didn’t stop until the day after my wedding.  Anyone that knows me, knows how much I HATE talking on the phone and how much I despise having to think!  Yeah, I said think!  So you can imagine what kind of stress I was dealing with for the past 2 weeks of being in Kansas.  Looking back now, telling this story to you guys is actually the easiest of the task I was handed this month.  Part 2 of my blog I will go into how the stress of wedding planner soon turned into the worst heartache of my life.  So, stayed tuned.