Three weeks to go dun dun dunnnn

Three weeks from today I will be getting married! Pretty freakin' excited. There are a tonne of things to do still; find a replacement photographer for the butt-face one that backed out, find a band because all of a sudden one month out Rick decides it is necessary after all (!!), and last but not least find my sister a freakin bridesmaid dress. Things certainly haven't gone to plan, but I'm mostly filled with excitement nerves instead of stress nerves.

I haven't really touched on the ex-bridesmaid issue too much here, but lets just say while losing a bridesmaid a few weeks out from a wedding isn't ideal, I am so relieved. It was a case of asking the wrong person to be a bridesmaid, and it only got worse when a bunch of lies she told came out and cemented our status as EX friends. I was so sure I knew her; we'd been friends for almost three years and I knew her family, she used to hang out with us and babysit our son and introduce us to boyfriends. But somewhere in the last 6 months she began to change and drift away from all of us (mutual friends included). In the end she showed a nasty and immature side of herself that I had no idea existed. Her sister (who I was naive enough to consider a friend as well) was meant to be our photographer, so it was a bit of a double whammy. I actually approached her gently and asked her if she'd mind if I made my sister a bm instead of her and she was fine with it; even a little cold in saying "I don't know why you didn't do that in the first place". The fall out was a few days later when I discovered she had lied about being at uni for the last semester just to get the days off she wanted at work. I always thought we were friends first, boss and employee second. But a friend wouldn't lie about something as huge as quitting uni. In the end I guess I gauged it all wrong and were never friends at all. When we fell out she sent some horrible texts and threw it all over facebook about how I was a crap friend and all she did was try and make me like her... it didn't make sense to me at all but I'm not going to play into that school-girl stuff. Just accept it and move on I say!

I am pretty proud of my new grown up self.

So now I have to find a dress for sisterino, and seeing as the original dresses are black with a white sash I think i'll just let her go for something black and she feels good in and add the detail. No point stressing! I'm getting married in three weeks!

Negatives. Positives. Stevie Nicks?

Saturday has been good to me. I slept in til 8:30 this morning (with a prelude of toddler goodness at 6:30) and had a decent percentage of mama-son play time within the day. I have watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory three times today. My laundry is done and dusted for the entire week including ironing! That is a huge deal for me, and made possible thanks to a sick day on Friday.

Friday was big.

I went to the fricking dentist on Friday. For the first time since I was 14. That's ten years folks. Well, I did go in six months ago for x-rays to figure out what the problem I've been having was caused by. Yeh.. turns out there's more than 'a' problem. But I am so damned proud of myself anyway. It seems so minuscule when compared to other peoples' stuff, but I have seriously developed a full blown anxiety/phobia issue when it comes to dentists. I am so chuffed that I handled it, and did NOT spew on the dental nurse as per that time when I was 14!

Anyway, the negative that I was referring to in my title up there. My boss, we shall call him Jerkface, has gone over my head and given shifts to my hot-headed little ex-bridesmaid/ex-employee/reinstated-employee for the weekends. No amount of discussion-turned-pleading has been able to change this situation. I am at my wits end with this job. I enjoy the job; it's definitely not difficult compared to other jobs I've held and I enjoy the regularity of the money. But at the end of the day I am so frustrated with the complete lack of respect from the owners (Jerkface) that I am fighting my urge to quit every second of every day. I just don't know how much more I can take.

But, ya know. Whatever. I am getting married to a total babe in less than a month, and I have faith that the rest will fall into place. I guess I should be pleased that at the very least my mind is clear. I am happy. I am stressed to the nutballs fo sho with this bullshit job, but when I contemplate my life? Yeah, I'm happy. It'll get better. Oh and I'm banging out the Fleetwood Mac this evening, because I can.

Peace out!

Chubby wubby

I have had a crap day.

That's about it.

Things that happened today that are crap include (but are not limited to):

• My boss asking me if I was pregnant. It's a mistake people make I suppose, but there are a few factors that make it super crappo: for one Maxx is a man, and no man should ever comment on a woman's weight. For twofer, when I said I was certainly not pregnant he said "then why are you getting... more chubby". And for threez, I have been SO STRICT lately with my diet and exercise on account of I am getting hitched in five tiny short weeks. And my dress don't do up!
• I lost a friend. Once a great friend, in recent months almost a distant acquaintance, but in any case the person I asked to be my bridesmaid. I am not going to dwell or cry over her because I can honestly say (for once in my life?) that I am not at fault and I acted maturely and diplomatically. Well, as diplomatically as you can when you're having your squeezed and strangled heart handed to you in a doggy bag. Young people, pffsh.
• Thirdly... well I don't actually have a third. And that my friends is why I'm happy to wait and blog while my beautiful man uses every last drop of hot water in the system. Because when he gets out we're going to enjoy a nice double malt scotch together and watch some Sex and the City. Because I trained him to do that.

Blogging to the sound of Cops

Six weeks til the wedding! So much to do, yet so little motivation. I'm starting to panic about being a fatty boombah now; I think it's necessary to lost at least 2 kg to fit into that big white sucker. I'm Zen on the rest of the wedding front; a big hurdle was the honeymoon because we couldn't agree on a destination, and then there was the minor matter of firing a bridesmaid. But that's all sorted now, leaving me the victor and the nasty cow all at once. I know I did the right thing, and the most upsetting part wasn't her reaction but the fact that I had to do it in the first place. Someone I thought was a genuine friend turned out to be nothing more than a friend-fling, a fleeting relationship built on an in-genuine personality. Bummer.

It's all good though. I am a very lucky lady (as I type this my husband-to-be is throwing hot wheels cars at me and tooting from the arse.. hot). I'm fighting each and every day to stay in a positive mindset with my crappy work life and the terrible twos and the constant pain of a neglected rotting tooth, but look at what I have on the way.. a marriage to a man who treats me like a princess, a 7 day honeymoon in bali, and as if that's not all enough, tickets to State of Origin woohoo!

Things are going good guns.

Bullets

Hey bloggy. It's Sunday, and I'm enduring my Work-Tomorrow-Blues with a glass of scotch. I had something rather important to say (haha, as if), but instead I'll just babble some things off in bullet form so you know what's going on in the exciting life of Amy.

• I'm addicted to tumblr. But it's stupid and I don't like it at the same time.
• The puppy is doing so well with his injuries. He hasn't complained once.
• The bigger, problematic dog barred up at a mother walking her dog with her baby today. Not cool, not happy, she's moving out.
• We can't afford a honeymoon anymore, thanks to above bullet point.
• A girl I used to work with got married yesterday and posted some pictures on facebook today. As pathetic as it is, I was so pleased to see she's gotten a bit fat and had a plain dress. HA, that's what you get for spreading porkies about me four years ago!

That's all. Cheers!

Threes

It has been a tough few days. Tough doesn't quite do it justice.. It has been a FUCKED few days.

*clears throat*

Things were good, I had a sweet day at the races on Saturday, then BAM! Rick's car broke down.

Sunday night we chilled on the couch after a visit with Rick's dad. Dozing off to sleep together, BAM! The dogs have a massive fight resulting in a $2200 vet bill.

Monday morning Rick has to drop me off to work in my car so he can take the dog to the vet, BAM! My car decides to die after we stop to fuel up.

Seriously, rough few days for our bank account and for our stress levels. I can only hope these things know that old adage "all things happen in threes". Unfortunately for me, it feels like the three thousands. For one, my problemo el wisdom teeth is building. And two, I am on day four of my third attempt of antidepressants. I've been so nauseas. I am feeling very negative about going back on them which makes me wonder if negativity will stop them from working (because at the center of all of this, I still think it's all in my head). But whatever, we'll see. I guess for now I should just go with it and be pleased that I don't burst into tears at weird intervals for no foreseeable reason.

Anyway, whatever. For now it's heads down as Rick and I work our butts off to pay for the vet bills our furry children have caused. We used our wedding funds, so we have a bit of a way to make up now to pay for our reception and celebrant (yay us!). My lovely bosses gave me a bonus this week to show their appreciation for how awesome I am, which really brightened my mood at work. So now I'll just shut my whiney mouth and do some work!

Ciao