Doomed...

Yes I'm doomed... I have a sign on my back...

Whatever... I hate when a perfect day gets ruined by a single phone call at night. Blast it all...

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.

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!!!

There's a BABY in the CAR... but Now My Son Has Fundage...

So yeah, I probably should start at the beginning... Unlike when I called my best friend up thinking I had already told her the story from the very beginning... yeah my memory totally went astray as soon as the kiddo arrived and still has yet to return to me... If anyone finds it please let me know...

But I digress. Where was I? Right. See? The memory thing again. Anyway, I called my best friend up and left a message on her voice mail saying, "Hey, Caden and I are fine from the accident, so no worries. EMTs said he was good to go." Well she calls me the next day and I'm all talking to her as if she already knew what was going on. Poor thing, my befuddled mind befuddled her. All she could say was, "What?!"

So... as I was going to do... let me start at the beginning.

I was in California with the baby, right? Right. Mmm'kay moving on. Well my folks were dropping off said baby and I to the airport so we could get home to my dearly devoted husband. It was raining pretty heavily for Southern California. (Suprising I know, but Southern California does on occassion get bad weather.) It was also 5:30 in the morning, we had a 6:30 flight and I had already checked in the night before so I had my boarding passes and everything and was pretty much ready and good to go.

Well, right as my dad was stopped at a light RIGHT OUTSIDE THE AIRPORT, this woman rams us from behind. I was looking at my son at the time the impact happened, thank God he was safe and sound and barely moved unlike the rest of us in the car who unfortunately enjoyed the fun of whiplash. He was all snuggled in his snowsuit (ready for the flight and weather upon arriving at our destination) and tucked in his carrier carseat. (I LOVE CARSEATS! THOSE FIVE POINT HARNESSES ARE AWESOME! Parents who don't use carseats are freakin' morons.)

Now as I said, it was 5:30 in the freakin' morning. We were set to go home. And this woman happened to be rushing to catch her 6 am flight. While it was raining. And no she didn't check-in in advance. Yeah.... first thing I could say after impact was, "THERE'S A BABY IN THE CAR!"

My dad openned his door and repeated, "THERE'S A BABY IN THE CAR!"

The woman acknowledged and said she'd follow us. Upon parking, directly in front of my terminal mind you, my mother opens her door and repeats for the third time, "THERE'S A BABY IN THE CAR!"

Lesson 1. You shouldn't be rushing in the rain.
Lesson 2. You shouldn't be trying to catch a 6 am flight at 5:30 in the morning.
Lesson 3. THERE'S A BABY IN THE FRIGGIN' CAR.

The police were called. The EMTs checked out my son. He was ok. Happy-go-lucky. Just sleepy because his nap was interrupted by the accident when the sound of metal hitting metal woke him up and jerked his little head. But my son was still a trooper. Of course the police were super nice to us. I mean there was a baby in the car. Not so much to that woman though. She missed her flight altogether. Big surprise there.

Caden and I however, had police escort through security. Yeah, different eh? The police informed Continental that we were just in an accident. So what did Continental do? Bless them. The check-in guy himself went to my gate and told them my situation. Met me at security and carried all my stuff for me on to the plane. They had already started paging us as the last passengers for "final boarding call" and what not, but they still held departure back about 10 minutes so the baby and I could board the plane. Of course we were the last ones on the plane, and everyone was apparently waiting on us seeing as the captain made it known that they were waiting for the final passengers (sarcastic thanks!) and I was soooo embarrassed that I apologized to the people who were seated around me saying we were just in an accident right outside the airport. That woman did not even get an ounce of the same courtesy.

Well after that, it was all ok. I had a headache after awhile though. Not surprising since I was also flying across country with an infant. My mom's neck hurt some. My dad I think was too preoccupied with how everyone else was doing that he seemed fine at the time and even after too.

So in the end, my son got his settlement. Though I'd honestly prefer we had not gotten into that accident at all. I am pleased my son got some fundage out of it. We also decided to take his piggy bank to the bank too. Tiny little piggy bank. Only about 4 inches tall and 3 inches wide and 3 inches long. But it was full of change. I didn't realize how much change was in that tiny little thing. Sixty-four bucks in a tiny little piggy bank. Honestly, storing up change goes a long way apparently, considering we gave him all our spare coins.

Now my son has a bank account, but I won't be telling him about it until he's 18. Let him work for his money first. *^_^*

So at the tender age of 3 months old my son has apparently experienced quite a bit, maybe even more than some people in their twenties. He's had his first vacation at the age of 2 months. Enjoyed two trips to San Diego. Flown in 4 different airplanes. Gotten in his first and hopefully only (knocks on wood) car accident and lived to not remember a single thing it considering he's still a baby and all. And received mulah from said accident. It's almost a shame he won't remember a single thing.

Random PS of sorts - My best friend called a week after I talked to her about my random and awkward way of leaving behind only half a message and said she just got into an accident. Some idiot ran a stop sign and totaled her car. T-boned it on the passenger side. She's ok. Was a little banged up and had a big bruise on her knee from where the passenger door was push all the way in through impact. Happy she had no passenger for the moron to mash but yeah. She's fine.

Speaking of the cars though. My parents vehicle got an impressive dent on the back bumper. I didn't realize how safe a Honda Accord was. While that woman's vehicle was pretty much totaled with her hood bent like an accordian and her motor exposed to the rain. Serves some people right.

Honestly, some people should not get behind the wheel. What if there was a baby in the car???

Daylight Savings...

As much as I get to enjoy the times we Fall Back... I simply hate the moments we Spring Forward.

So someone tell me please... what is the purpose of Daylight Savings???

Half the world doesn't use it. We didn't always use it. Heck two out of the 50 states don't use it. And it does nothing but mess with our internal clocks. A pox on daylight savings... a pox I say.

Rant of the Day...

A Complaint About Me... of Sorts...

So... I was assisting a co-worker in the cafe. He had a long line of people and I was sent to help relieve him.

Well, person #1 buys a packet of cookies. Good for him. Well, the genius opens up this small packet of cookies, takes a BIG bite into it, THEN and only THEN, realizes that majority of the cookie is crumbs and not actual cookie.

While my busy co-worker and I were dealing with the ever growing line of people, genius over here, comes back and makes an annoucement: "I changed my mind about these cookies. It's nothing but crumbs, I'll take a new packet instead." Without so much as a by-your-leave, the dude just up and goes on his merry little way. Without so much as even a "Sure thing sir," or "Let us then do a proper exchange," nada. He just prances on.

Another woman just looks shocked and says, "He just walked away with new cookies."

Here I am, thinking, you have to take a huge bite into the pack you just opened to realize it's more crumb than cookie before you trade it off???? You couldn't feel it when you bought the stupid thing that it was more crumb than cookie???? And I simply state, "He just left it [the open pack of cookies] there."

Well, I turn to the next person in line (another winner I tell you what...) and he's outright glaring at me with such hatred and digust you could have sworn I killed a kid in front of him. I ask him how I could help him, and he says in a snotty way, "Forget about it," and storms off. I'm thinking, "What's his freakin' problem?" When I see this guy talking to another manager, pointing at me, WHILE glaring at me.

He can multi-task that much at least. He threw a major hissy fit in the front of the store.

He leaves the store, still glaring. Ok, sure. Whatever. Fine by me. I walk over to that manager and ask her what his problem was.

Apparently, I was the rudest thing since raoad rage was coined. And I quote, "She was rude and criticizing other customers because of a cookie." He apparently was loud enough to let the other associates know, and very active with his hands, to let other customers know he was complaining.

Well, that guy can kiss my butt and then move to Japan for all I care. The other woman, who was there the entire time, and saw the first guy walk out with cookies, actually gave me her phone number, said if he complained the store could call her. His actions were uncalled for and unappropriate and that I did nothing to warrant such actions from him. She would verify it.

Well to that guy I repeat, he can kiss my butt. What a total jerk.

But to that lady, for being fair and honest, thank God there are people like you in the world. I just wish we had more people minded like her.

Status Quo...

Darn you blogspot! I was happy with the status quo and you had to force me to make the upgrade to keep using my blog! Darn you and darn you and darn you.