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Sunday, April 27, 2008

My Very First Auction...

Well... as the title reads, I went to my very first auction ever. Our church youth had a benefit auction so they can go to a camp in Colorado. A bunch of the members donated things, gift baskets, food and what not and invited the town to an auction annnnnnnnnnd I went.

As I arrived I was given luckly number 7 to make my purchases. They had asked this guy to be the auctioneer... they all said he was a pro at it. At first I thought they were all insane because when he was telling the crowd who he was he was talking soooooooooo slow, I could barely stay awake. But when he started the auction he then started talking so fast I could barely keep up.

Now what did I get away with???


I got an applie pie. It was good stuff. I also got a few dishes including a 16 piece set decorated for Christmas.

Now... the most interesting things I got were as follows:

This 1950's Kodak Brownie Hawkeye Flash Camera with Flash for it's original purchase price of $1. Hahahahaha. Go me. I guess another man's junk is another person's treasure. I also got this really cool picinic basket with picnic blanket, tarp and silverware inside. And I got a framed copy of a signed picture of Babe Ruth (which my husband gave away to this kid who desperately wanted it but couldn't afford squat and looked longingly at the stupid thing... I'm annoyed at him because we just purchased the darn thing though at the same time I'm deeply impressed and moved with his generousity... those two emotions are warring with each other at the moment)........ and last but oh definitely not least... I got 7... hahaha lucky number 7 again... 7 girls.

Now before anyone goes freakin out! The church isn't selling slaves or girls for bad reasons or nothing... no... the youth were raising the money... therefore they were also offering certain services such as BABYSITTING, HOUSE CHORES, WASHING THE CAR, GARDENING/MOWING THE LAWN, and CLEANING. Each said they would do work for 4 hours and that was auctioned off.

Well... seeing as I have gotten to know quite a few of these girls... and seeing as these said girls adore my son... and seeing as I don't get to spend much time with Jon... and seeing as my family is all in Southern California... we got ourselves some babysitters. :)

So... for my very first auction... it was great... :)


Saturday, April 26, 2008

Honestly... It's Just One of THOSE Times...

So for the last few weeks I have been looking forward to today. For the first time ever... we got family pictures taken... and actually... now that I think about it... for the first time... someone actually took the picture of my husband, baby and me -together. We've had father-son pictures, mother-son... but never mom, dad and baby together. Hmmm just took us 5 months to do so.

Sooooo... the pictures were fine... really good actually. It was after when my husband realized how much it was that everything started to spoil. Ok, I take that back. It wasn't the pictures itself. It was this stupid picture CD. The studio offered us the sale of a picture CD containing all the pictures that were taken including enhancements, etc as well as the rights to make copies of such pictures. I originally thought the CD was cheaper than it was but when Jon found out the stupid thing cost 100 bucks he wasn't pleased. Like at all. Like he was over-reacting mad. Pissed. Steaming. Whatever!

The lady even told us we got a discount because of the package I got and the CD ended up being only $40. But did that make him happy? Of course not. He complained about it. And complained about it. Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd complained about it.

Now at first I felt bad. Like guilty bad. "Man I shouldn't have been so extravagant and gotten that CD." I was apologizing over and over. Then once he realized how I was feeling, he started to say, "But it's ok. If you're happy, I'm happy. It was just that CD. I mean we spent $40 on a CD. A picture CD."

Ok. Now I'm mad. I mean it's not like we spend $50 on a stupid video game for the 360 at all. Or $20 for a freakin DVD all the freakin time. Nooooo... but a picture CD... one containing the stupid pictures that I have been looking forward to since I found out I got pregnant???? Oh PARDON FREAKIN' ME! I mean these are the first family portraits we've ever taken. And I was looking forwards to these for the longest time. Why the crap did he have to be such a kill joy??? Add to that my son then throws a sh*t fit once we got home.

So sorry world. I just wanted stupid pictures! And sorry world for buying the stupid CD...

I might as well put the stupid CD in the computer and get my money's worth.


Thursday, April 24, 2008

I Hate Pacifiers...

Yes, it's really all in the title.

I hate, abhor, detest pacifiers.

Who ever came up with the word "binky" for a freakin' pacifier anyway??? I have never called a pacifier a "binky" and to be honest I refuse to. It's almost a pet peeve when I hear people say, "Do you want your 'binky'?" No. It's a pacifier. Pa-ci-fi-errrrrrrrrrr. When I hear "binky", it's like when my nieces were first learning to talk and that's what they called their "blanket" because they couldn't pronounce "blanket" so instead referred to it as "binky". Not pacifier.

If people want me to shorten the word "pacifier" or abbreviate it in anyway, (because you know four syllables is definitely waaaaaaaaaaaaay too long apparently) I'll say "paci". Why? Because it's a PACIFIER. You use it to PACIFY a baby. I don't give a "binky" to my child to "bink" him in any way shape or form.

Now, back to why I hate this tiny plastic object. "Babies have a natural sucking reflex when they are born." You are correct, sir! Buuuuuuut... babies are ALSO creatures of habit and do NOT like change. I mean -at al. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch.

So here is this baby. A creature of absolute comfort. And his "pacifier" brings him lots of comfort. I mean oodles and oodles of comfort. Awww. Sweetness. Now... try to take that pacifier away... and that sweetness automatically turns... well... sour.

And I fully blame the Soothie pacifiers. As much as I hate it, I acknowledge that it is the best freakin' pacifier ever. Why? Well, that was the pacifier they gave him at the hospital he was born in. It's like the epitome of pacifiers that doctors and nurses nation wide swear by it and parents have to then buy it because their kids want it. So when we got home, he refused ALL other pacifiers and only accepted the Soothie one. Well, I had no clue that I could buy those pacifiers at Wal-mart. So here I was thinking this was the only pacifier he would take and I had no clue where to get more. Now what happens? He loses it. Seeing as I had no clue where to buy more, I order it online and have it expressed to the house. For those 2 days, my son threw a perpetual fit, refusing any other pacifier, wanting only that stupid Soothie one. Then the very day they arrived, I find out they sold it at Wal-mart. Go figure.

But honestly... a pacifier for a baby can be like crack to an adult. It's baby crack. Why???? It can be soooooooooooooooooooooo darn addictive! My son refuses to go to sleep without it. Try putting him down for a nap without his Soothie pacifier. Damn that pacifier, it had to be sooo good. He'll thrash and thrash and search and search. I mean with the pacifier, he'll fall asleep within 15 minutes. Without the pacifier it'll take at least a full hour of hearing him cry until he is so exhausted he finally just falls asleep. Soooooooooooo, to try and break the habit of the pacifier aka "baby crack" we had to go cold turkey.

All I have to say is this. Damn that pacifier and damn you Soothie!!!

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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

A Stray Magnet...

So, I find that I have a habit of finding random stray animals. This little guy was just abandoned on the side of the road. Rescuers think that someone's dog might have had one too many pups because this guy was barely weaned. In fact he's still teething. (OMG... 2 teething mammals in the house!) Barely 3 1/2 lbs. He's a random mix of small dogs that the vet thinks he won't grow bigger than 6 or 7 lbs. So he's truly a Caden sized dog. Considering they're both babies, my son will now have a pet pup that will grow with him.

Sigh... that makes a total of 2 adults, 1 baby, 2 cats and now a pup... I swear, we're drawing the line now... Thank heavens I already potty-trained him. Now if only my son would potty-train as quickly.

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