Wedding Jitters

I'm starting to think that planning a wedding is going to be a bigger pain in the butt than I originally thought. We have next to no money to be able to pay for the things we're going to need.

I tried on my mom's dress last night that I'm going to wear, and apparently I'm a fat ass and have gained weight since the last time I tried it on. So not only do I have to get it tailored and cleaned, but now I have to lose weight. It's going to be tricky to know how much to have it tailored since I don't know how much I'll weigh in 9 months.

I have no clue how to go about doing the things I'm supposed to do. I still need to ask the other bridesmaids that I want to be in the wedding, then find a magical dress that will look good on all of them. We still haven't finalized a guest list or bought invitations, or even confirmed a location or date. But my grandma is already trying to buy flowers and stuff for the ceremony. She's driving my mother crazy and now my mom thinks she needs to pass the crazy burden down because she told my grandma to call me today. Damn her. It's bad enough that I hate the telephone, but now I have to talk to my grandma on it and answer questions about what I want for the wedding when I'm not even sure yet. Maybe we should just elope.

She works hard for the money...

I just got home from work about an hour ago, 6:50 p.m. (ish). I got there this morning at 8. So I spent about 9 and a half hours with one and two year olds today. I am beat. I love kids, but my job is the best birth control in the world. I thought I was going to lose my mind and yank out all my hair. To top it all off, I had the hiccups like half the day. They're gone now, but I have heartburn left over from them. So overall, not the greatest of days, especially since before I even clocked in this morning I had to clean up vomit. Fun times. I myself am just getting over the whole stomach virus thing and it would figure that the first thing I have to do is clean up kid puke.

So I finally get off work, come home and the house smells like the cat's butt. I sweep, I mop, I vacuum, still smells like cat butt. I've had it with this furry monster. I took a shower, and get out and my fiance gets home, starts bitching about his shitty day, goes to his parent's house, comes home for 30 seconds and now he just left again to go drive around with our friend. I'm feeling the love. Plus I think he's mad at me because I didn't want him to go. God forbid I should want to see him for more than 30 seconds. Life is kinda kicking me in the teeth today. I'm gonna mope a little then suck it up and make a pizza.

Oh to be 21 and have money to buy some alcohol...

Where to begin...

So here I am blogging for the first time in about 4 years. It feels good to be back, although I feel as if I've forgotten how to write, much less type correctly, use the correct grammar and punctuation (comma splices are my enemy) and make sense of the words my fingers are producing. Let's not even go into whether I have anything of merit to say here. I guess I'll just talk about the most exciting thing to happen in my dull little life of late. I got engaged a week ago! A pretty big deal to me I must say. I definitely didn't see it coming. He caught me completely off guard. Now I'm going crazy wondering what to do first and who do I invite, and thinking about how utterly poor we are and how we're ever going to afford to get married. But I'm happy...