waszat?

So I think Addisyn knows her first phrase.

Well, she might think it's only a single word cause of how we say and how she says it but still! The babe knows how to talk!

I think she says ma and da-I guess she's Irish or something- cause she'll say if fairly regularly and when she hears Tyler in the kitchen or something she'll start to say Da Da!

But back to the phrase. My mutha, sister and me think she says "What's that?" Only its in a whisper, runs together and sounds really cute like "waszat?" The key to this all is she says it while looking or pointing at something.

On Christmas AB said she was holding Adds and she was almost asleep when she saw this sea shell hanging thing in my grandparents basement, woke up some and said "Waszat?!"

Yesterday I was holding her and she was pointing at the window so I walked over there with her and she said while still pointing "Waszat?" So I told her a window! And she looked at me like Oooh. And then I said back to her waszat? And she said it back to me.

See. I think she's getting smart that there child. If she said it while doing something random when it wouldn't make sense then I wouldn't think much of it. But since she says it when looking at something, I think that girl knows what she's talking about!

Which makes me sad. Because I was doing some photoshop on pictures yesterday and was going through my massive Addisyn folder and was Awwing over her pictures of when she was a week old. My word has she grown! Just look!
That little snuggly baby has turned into this little miss thang in 10 months.

Seriously!

Though she still is pretty snuggly so no complaints there!

And what a good girl! She's not amused by Jeff Suppan!

Pictures

Hey punks!

Just a reminder that you should reaaaaallllly look at my other website.

www.doubleclutchphoto.blogspot.com

DO IT.

NOW.

...please?

First Christmas

So it was Adds first Christmas today. I think she enjoyed it. Once she opened up my present to her-a toy blender, naturally- all she wanted to do was play with it. Damn do I choose good gifts!

Here look at the babes on her first Christmas. She decided her stack of presents wasn't nearly as interesting as mine so she had to crawl over and have at it.
Can you tell she just woke up? She's got some sleepy eyes!

Then there's this one. Marking up the windows was so much more fun then watching other people open presents!
My goodness is she getting so big! One of these days soon she'll be motoring all on her lonesome!

Hope everyone had a fabu xmas!

That's what you get!

Now I know I've said it before and I will continue to say it: Don't piss off your cashier.

It's really some simple advice that some people refuse to heed and therefore might be paying for it without knowing it.

Case in point. Today at work it was busy. Which isn't normally the case in the early afternoon but there's this holiday coming up soon, I don't know if you've heard of it, it's called Christmas. This throws everything off. It's busier then usual at odd times. And as a business that runs on a whole lot of cheap labor, ie high schoolers, there isn't a whole stash of people who can work during the days.

Anyway. Back on track. Let me set the scene. It was about 1230-ish and it was busy. I had a bad bagger, one of those who is really slow and doesn't have all the lights on upstairs, and this woman has the audacity to tell me she's in a hurry. It wasn't even her turn. I was helping bag the order of the person before her. That is a big fat no-no people. Do not tell me you are in a hurry. Why? Because I'm sorry, it is not my fault that you chose to come to the store when you were on a time frame which is one of the stupidest things to do. The store is unpredictable. We can't go at warp speed. And if you bitch then that makes me go slower.

So I looked at the woman and just said in a I don't give a crap tone "Well...?" and shrugged. I finished with the other order and started hers. She had some meat and one of them was really juicy. It leaked all over my register, making it nasty. Under normal circumstances I would take the time to put that piece of meat in it's own bag and then clean up the mess but this woman you have to remember, she was in a hurry. So I didn't clean it up. And yes. I did proceed to drag all her food through the puddle of meat juice.

That's what you get!

So remember kind people. Do not piss off your cashier. We will get you back in some way without you knowing it.

Another fan favorite? Pack your bag so it looks the like eggs will be safe but then oops...they might slip and break on the way home. It's tricky and you can't always bank on it happening but just knowing that the possibility is there makes it worth it.

Is it mean? Yes. It is wrong? Depends on who you talk to. Why do I do it? Because would someone please tell me any other job outside of retail or food service where it is almost acceptable to be mega bitches to the people working there. Do people bitch out accountants? No.

OH! Another one that I like. If you've made me mad and lets say you put your red peppers in the same bag as your green peppers, guess what? I'm not separating the two. And guess what? I'm charging you for the most expensive one. Suck on that dill hole.

O Happy Day!

Hooray!

The Brewers resigned Craig Counsell! There's no need to kick him or Doug Melvin in the shins anymore!

Yaaaaaaaay!
I know the picture isn't of the best quality but I like the legs.

Can you hear that?

Can you hear that?

That sound right there.

Yeah. That one that sounds like a mixture of agonizing screams and gut wrenching cries.

What is it? Oh, nothing important. Just my spirit dying.

Wonderful isn't it? Who needed it in the first place? Who need something that gives you hope and dreams. Ambition. Feeling.

So long spirit. It was nice knowing you. We had a good 22 year run. But I guess I'm destined, like the vast majority of people, to live their life in a meaningless mannor doing a job that they hate.

No, no. If you're wondering it wasn't the job fair that killed it. Just my parents.

Silly me for thinking that they might be supportive. Silly me. Sure what I applied for lacks glitz and glamor. Or I guess what I should really say lacks money since that's the only thing that matters of course. No. Not me trying to do something that I could potentially love. Nah. It's all about the Benjamins.

If that's the case I wonder how they'd feel if I took to the streets. I hear the money can be good.

I probably shouldn't post this but I don't care.

Count down

Holy shizz. How is it December first? I mean, seriously. How? HOW!

Christmas is coming up fast. Number of presents bought? Um, none. Weeeellll. There's halvsie ones but yeah. Last year I got all my presents done in an hour at Target. Classy I know. I have a feeling that might be the same route again this year.

OhMiGosh! Ileaveforthejobfairinafewshortdayssssssss!

Can you tell I'm excited? I'm super excited. I want nothing more then to land a job even if it ends up being the backwoods of some God forsaken state. I went shopping for some more grown-up clothes and damn. Do I look good it what I bought let me tell you. But I might be an impartial judge. Downside? The two skirts go over my bellybutton. Yuuuuck. But I can work it.

On another note...sometimes I really want to punch the people who get $100 cash back on debit in the neck. I'm sorry. We aren't a bank. Sure it isn't bitching as the day goes on but more often than not, it's a bit of pain. More now then ever since it seems eeevvveryone gets cash that way. When people give me the look like "really? You're giving me fives and tens?" is when I want to initiate the punch-in-the-neck sequence. It's money numbnuts. Take it.

Whatever happened to people going to banks? Everyone does direct deposits, online banking and crap. Hell, freaking ATM's are almost becoming obsolete. Everyone does the cash back. I wish when I didn't have the money I could tell people that nope sorry. Can't get your money. Go the the ATM or better yet the bank. I'll admit, I get cash back on debit once in a while but the vast majority of the time I get my cash when I take my check to the teller personally (I don't do drive-up) and cash it.

End Rant.

Ok. On that delightful note have a good night.