Sunday, September 21, 2008

Eff Yoo eBay

Next month we are planning a trip down to Anaheim to go to Disneyland. I would say we are planning a vacation, but can it even be considered a vacation when that is the only place you take your kids? OK, OK, its a vacation. I know.

Every October Disneyland hosts a Mickey Mouse Trick-or-Treat party. The whole park is decorated for Halloween during October. For those of you who know me, or who have been reading my blog for a while, you may well know that it is my life goal to take the kids to Disneyland during every season. Last year we went in July and in November. I loved the November trip because the park was all Christmassy and it was my birthday and it was pretty much the Best. Birthday. Ever. Disney really goes all out in their festive decorations. It is the happiest place on Earth every day, and it is an even happier place during the holidays.

Get to the point, I know...

So I have been putting it off for a while now, but I have been needing to buy tickets for Mickey's Trick-or-Treat party and I started freaking out, thinking they would be sold out, because soon enough, they WILL sell out. So I went to their website and I bought the tickets. Whoopee!

So excited. It better be great, because I can trick or treat for flippin' free at home!!!

After I made this $116 purchase I got to thinking...what else can I buy now for the trip?


I am absolutely NOT willing to pay more than $40 for a child's costume, so I head over to eBay in search of some authentic Disney crap.

I HATE eBay!!!!!



I have been on the damn computer all day in bidding wars over little girl's Belle costumes. I have at least 7 emails in my inbox telling me that I have been outbid.

I am almost pretty sure that it is almost worth it just to drive down to the Disney store and spend $10 more than I am going to spend on eBay. Almost.

For the sake of my sanity.

Can you say "anxiety attack"?

This waiting and raising my max bid shit stresses me out!!!!!

I am just holding out for the one auction that I have left going, then I am making the drive to the mall...

Eff Yoo eBay. You can suck it if I lose this auction!!!!!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Take Me Out To The Ball Game

Last night I had the opportunity to take the kids to their very first AAA baseball game. One of the teachers at our school was handing out free tickets, so I snagged four of them, picked up my littlest brother, Adam, and kept the kids out past their bedtime on a school night.

At about 9-ish the kids started getting really restless, so after making them stay for nearly another hour after that, we left. We actually left at the bottom of the sixth inning. Three hours after the game started. I am pretty sure that every time I go to a Rivercats game I think, "Oh wow, I forgot how long these games can be." Normally I do not mind. The kids were just too tired to stay though.

If you are interested in my photography or my brand of camera, just ask. I know. These pictures rock my world, too. (Picture me dying of laughter right now.)

Pictures of the Sacramento Rivercats vs. Salt Lake Bees:

Cost to get in: Zero dollars

Cost of two sodas: $10

Cost of Parking: $10

Cost of Hot Dogs and Drumsticks on Dollar night: $8

Cost of my one beer: $7

Watching a live game at the ballpark with my kids for the first time*: Priceless

*We may have taken them when they were infants. Hubs old work has a suite there...

By the way, our team lost. But even still, a good time was had by all.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

I have a Feeling That This Makes No Sense To Anyone...

Saturday night I received a phone call from my Aunt down in San Diego, the one that my brother lives with. She was just calling to let me know that my cousin's band's first gig went swell. Oh, and that my brother was in the ER.

Maybe that was not the right start for this story. Maybe I should start at the beginning. Four years ago my brother fled the wrath of Sacramento for San Diego. He was getting into trouble in Sacramento and knew it was time to quit. He moved in with our Aunt, Uncle, and two cousins, sharing a room with one of them. For the past four years he has been successful at work, but still has been rooming with our cousin. A few weeks ago Aldo's BFF, David, called him up and told him to move back already. His mission had been accomplished. He had been away from the bullshit long enough to be strong and resist it if tempted. Aldo agreed and put in his two weeks notice at work.

He had a set date of moving back to Sacramento. September 17th. Finally. We get our brother, friend, son, Uncle back.

And then there is the part where my brother is a giant boob and joined the mosh pit at my cousin's Black Metal concert. Apparently, fifteen seconds in to the first song Aldo twisted and snapped his ankle. No biggie, right?

Yeah, so when my aunt called me I had had a few beers, and I was at David and Roch's house, the future home of my brother, by the way. They had just moved in and were having a BBQ. Good times. Sooo, I spend the evening text messaging and calling my brother to no avail. When I get up the next morning I start the cycle over again. Text messaging, calling. Incessantly, because I am neurotic like that. Then I decide to smarten up a bit and call my Auntie's house. My cousin Pat answers the phone and tells me that my brother is about to go into surgery. Wha tha frickin HELL??

Iced Up Ankle

High On Morphine


As a side note***Already, his friends and I have decided, before even talking to him, that we are going to drive down to San Diego and pick him up. Whatever it takes to get him home. Yanno?

So, I am driving to work, completely stressing out about the word "Surgery", when I decide to call the hubs, you know, my supportive, loving husband. Our conversation:

Me: I am such a stress head. I am worried. What if something goes wrong?

Him: (brief pause) Cooolll.

Me: What the fuck? Were you even listening to me?

Him: Yeah.

Me: Oh really? Then what did I say?

Him: You are a stress head.

Me: What did I say after that?

Him: You said something after that? I missed it.

Me: Clearly, but me saying I am a stress head still does not call for the response "Cool". I'm getting off the phone now!

MEN!!!!!!! I swear!

So anyways, my brother's surgery took 3 hours, he was in recovery for an hour, and released the next day. I asked him what they did to him and he could not tell me. He does not know if it is pins, screws, or a plate, but he thinks they did something. They did cut him open, that is all he knows. Maybe when the morphine wears off he can tell me more.

So far the plan is that I am going to fly down to San Diego in a couple weeks, after he has had some time to recover, and I am going to drive his car up to Sacramento, since it is a stick shift and obviously you need two feet to drive one of those.

I am pretty excited!! I mean, I am bummed about his foot and stuff, but that is probably what he gets for being a big boob! I am excited about getting to go to San Diego. And the part about my favoritest brother moving close by. I miss him. So do the kids. And my Mom. And his friends.

So...that is my latest family drama. I'm off to go find a free bed on craigslist for his new place...