The mailings and the baby

Oh yea, it gets interesting when trying to put together mailings for candles and the baby is awake.  My main focus is the baby of course, but there are times when he is just playing by himself with his toys. So I bring out my things and start stuffing envelopes.  Of course, he notices and rolls his happy cute little drool filled face over and drools all over, then rolls all over the papers.  Then the dog realizes whats going on and decides to get in on the action and is walking over the baby onto the envelopes.  It turns into a hot mess.  Well, not really because it is too cute to be a hot mess when little old me is the childless babysitter, who happens to love kids.  Go figure

So, now that I have had to call all my candle customers and explain that it was not me that drooled all over the invites, I will only deal with paper when the drool monster is asleep and the dog is chewing on a bone or a slipper.

Bridal expo and candles

This past weekend I was a vendor at a bridal expo. I love going events. I always have so much fun. Here are some pictures of my displays. While I didn't sell anything I did make contacts. Making contacts is just as good as selling something. Because one never knows what will come out of the contacts. 

Oldies but goodies

  

I'm not quite sure what our parents were thinking. I'm bald and my cousin looks like she's were drapes in the first one. We both looks like boys but I'm in a dress. At least it looks like one. 

I can't believe they took us out looking like that. If I had me as a kid I would have bought a wig it on the baby. 

I survived the old people, teenagers, the little people and the baby

Somehow I survived the holidays with the old people, teenagers, little people, and the baby.  The old people and teenagers just wanted to shop and picked the mall that was so busy you couldn't even walk in. The little people just wanted to make rainbow loom bracelets and play Mario Kart. They baby well he's just a baby and just ate, slept, and pooped. 

The Young, the old and the blonde

I get a text yesterday from my cousin who asked if I could take her 15 year old son and her 90 year old great aunt to the mall.  I said ok thinking it'd be easy.  What was I thinking?  The mall was actually slow.  Well, her 88 year old grandma and 13 year old daughter wanted to go.  Ok again how hard could it be.  Boy was I ever wrong.  The 13 year old and the 88 year old and I were sitting down and the 88 year old says, "I am going to Victoria Secret to find something sexy."  The women proceeded to go in and out of the store 3 times before buying a sweatshirt from them.  Um really, seriously you're kidding right.  I think the 13 year old and I are scared for life.  It was the funniest thing ever. 

Oh, you offended. I'm not sorry.

So it offends you when people say Merry Christmas. Maybe you should wear a sign saying that you don't like it. I think that you should also wear a shirt with a list of things that also offend you so that no one will talk to you.  I'm mean really we are not mind readers so how the chili butt am I suppose to know what offends you.  I for one avoid places where I could be offended. Oh like an operating room. Wait that just grosses me out.  All that blood and metal. It gives me the willies.

So put your adult pants on and move on. Get over it. You live in the land of the free so suck it up or move to Cuba or maybe an isolated island. Those places you can't just say anything or you can make your own rules. 

There is Christ in Christmas so move on. It was there way before you were even thought of. As far as I know it's been around for 2000 plus years. Good luck finding a place on this planet where people don't say it. 

Babysitting a 4.5 month old and doing a vendor event at night = hot mess

I thought it was a wonderful idea to sign up for a vendor event at night with the candles. Normally not a bad idea. But I babysit a 4.5 month old. Anybody who thinks taking care of a bay is easy is oh so wrong.  I don't know how parents of it. It takes me 12 hours to get out of the house with the baby I watch. 

I look at it like this. There are 3 stages:needy, hot messes, and fun. Needy are the babies. They need everything done for them, like feeding them and changing them. Then there are the hot messes, ages 3 to about 8. They still need their food cut, faces willed after eating(because they leave stuff when they do it), and they still need their butts wiped on occasion.   Not to mention the melt downs they have.  Then theirs the fun stage. Anything after the age of 10 or so. You can actually do fun things and not worry about cutting food or wiping faces. You just have to feed them.