Kaiden likes to go with my father up to the church he works at.  While he is signing checks and setting up for events, she plays in the nursery and in various other rooms in the church.  She is always bringing something home with her.  Stuff that was someone else’s junk that was given to the church, because they did not want it.  Now it comes home with my daughter and becomes our junk.  I have begged and pleaded with my dad to stop letting her bring the stuff home, but he cannot seem to comprehend my requests.

The last item she brought home was this old fisher price children’s tape player, complete with built-in microphone, so that you can sing along with whatever tape you are playing.  We do not own tapes anymore, so my father stepped up to the plate like the “pop-pop” hero that he is and donated his old “Ace of Base – The Sign” tape for Kaiden’s listening enjoyment.

I swear to god I think I am going to lose my mind.  My daughter has been walking around the house for weeks with this damn tape player, like some old-school break dancing/rapper with it up on her shoulder, blaring Ace of Base at intolerable levels.  I did not like this band in 1993 and I REALLY do not like them now!  She brings it in the bathroom with her, in her bedroom, downstairs, in the car and she is constantly in my bedroom, in front of my full length mirror, so she can watch herself dance to it.

Somehow, I must destroy this thing, without her knowing!  I must get the words “All that she wants is another baby” out of my head, before I am sent to the state mental hospital!!!

This weekend was the 32nd annual Neptune Festival down at the beach.  The weekend is filled with sporting events, surfing contests, an art & craft show with over 300 vendors, live music, great food, sandsculpting competition, fireworks and much more.  For the locals, it marks the last event-filled weekend at the beach.

We went down on Saturday night to get some dinner, listen to some music and let the kids run around.  Then went down again on Sunday to look at the arts and crafts, get some more food and look at all the great sand sculptures.  We had a really good time.

Todd and I usually trade in my truck every two years for something new.  Tomorrow night we are going to test drive one of these.  It’s a Nissan Murano.  I don’t know why, but I like the way they look.

Today I had to take my son to the doctor for his 18 month checkup (a well baby visit for once).  The visit went well, except for the fact that I have to make an appointment with a Pediatric Surgeon now for some x-rays because something does not “feel right” with his testicles.  Oh, and we have come to a decision that my son suffers from horrible allergies (just add it to the list of ailments). 

When the appointment was coming to an end and it was time to get his shots, I started gathering our things and getting ready to make a quick exit once he started crying from the shots.  It was at this point that I could not find my keys.  I searched the exam room – nothing, the waiting area – nothing, inside my truck – nothing.  WTF?  Where are my freaking keys?  After what felt like hours due to the 30 pound crying lump on my hip, one of the ladies at the front desk remembers the lady that was checking in at the same time as me picking up a pair of keys from the counter.  His pediatrician’s office has two receptionists, since they get pretty busy and she was with one while I was with the other.  I remember when I was checking in and paying my co-pay that when I was done, I scanned the counter to make sure I had not left anything up there – and there was nothing.

So, now we start the search of “Who was that woman and how do we contact her?”  I have no other keys to my vehicle, so I have to find this woman (I also need to make a note to get off my ass and get a spare key already).  We were able to track down her husband’s work number and when he finally called back, he gave us her cell phone number.  I call her and low and behold, she did accidentally pick up my keys and put them in her purse.  She starts chuckling (I am not amused at all – crying lump still on hip) and says, “I can’t believe I did that, what do you want me to do sweetie?”  I replied, “Well sweety, I want you to drive your ass back up here and return them to me, so that I can go on with my day and get to work!” – I was a little nicer, but that’s what I was thinking!  She stated that she was just about done her grocery shopping and when she was finished she would drop them off.  When you are done your grocery shopping?

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  THIS HAS BEEN THE DAY FROM HELL!!!  CURSE YOU POWERS THAT BE FOR CONSTANTLY KICKING ME IN THE CROTCH!  AND AS FOR YOU BLACK CLOUD, ENOUGH ALREADY!

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