Not for the kiddie's eyeballs. Or the faint of heart.

I feel like bitching. (don't forget, this blog is called candor AND rancor)

Unfortunately that seems to be all I've felt like doing lately. Which makes me think three things.
(1) I need a vacation.
(2) I need an altering of my perspective. Some people call this an attitude change.
(3) I need a foot massage and some fancy-smanchy pastry with dark chocolate-fruit-and something else amazing. Like nuts or something.

I found a book at work today that wanted you to find out what type of animal you are. The quiz was amazingly short and easy. So.... I took it and tried to find what type of animal I am. Figuring that out was the hard part. So I decided - based on the data collected and what I seemed to find in the "answer key" of sorts, that I am an otter. Of course it's something fun and wonderful. What kind of book would tell you that you're a dung beetle? Unless you're an ancient Egyptian and you worshiped the dung beetle, that would not be a compliment. An otter on the other hand, is a compliment. Have you ever seen one of them play? It's mesmerizing. They just slice through the water with a kind of grace I'm hard pressed to find elsewhere. And everything they do seems to be a game with fun the only objective.

Of course, I've heard that dung beetles are like, really important players in the ecosystem or something... all that dung they roll up helps, like, the earth or something. But dung beetles are boring. All work and no play! Just poop all day long.

After work today, I scoured the inter-web (how I refer to the internet) for my wedding dress. I found a dress I adore.... but it costs $2,000 at the shop. Which is CRAZY!!! So I'm trying to buy a used one on the inter-web. There are four dress available... I just need to convince one of the sellers to give it to me for a price I deem worthy. Like, closer to $500. Which is still A LOT. Just, don't get me started on all the price gouging in the wedding business. It really sets my pants on fire. It gets me cussin'-angry. That's what it does.

This whole wedding planning business is one of the reasons I feel like bitching. Now I completely understand why people hire consultants. This is like, pull-your-hair-out-retarded-stressful. It makes no sense for my panties to be in such a tight wad over all this, but it is. If I could wave a wand around and make all this stress disappear, I would!! I hope people know that I don't like being this way. It's not like I get a thrill from going grey thirty years early.

And then there's work. Just work. Thinking about it puts me in a blind stupor. So I don't think about it. I blog about it. ;-)

Ahhh, hhhhhaaaaa, ha. (that was a stress-relieving sigh).

So, I'm off. To conquer other unconquerable heights of wedding planning.