En route to my bloggy friend meet up, I had to do that mandatory waiting on the plane thing. 

You know the "no electronic devices" time.  And the only books I had were on my free Kindle app on my phone.

(I'm not a plane sleeper either).

I did what any person does on the airplane.  I picked up the SkyMall.  (That is what any other person does, right?  Well, the ones that don't have paper books and can't sleep on airplanes anyways).

As I'm flipping through looking at the crazy things like a pet ramp, a head massager, a laser comb that makes you grow hair and a watch storage case (that stores 11 watches…who has 11 watches?), I see some shoes. 

I find it odd that there are tennis shoes in SkyMall.

I look closer.

What the heck is that logo?

That really can't be what I think it is.

Is it?

Yep.  Totally is.

Shoe logo. 

And, then read the caption.

"Slick Seed of Life Logo: Because it's cool."

That definitely cleared things up for me.

Would somebody really buy a shoe with that logo?

And, I have a single burst of a laugh; out loud of course.

I might or might not have gotten a stare from my row-mate two seats over.

(Holy moly.  I'm looking again at these shoes.  They are $129.95!  But, they do claim to make you "Jump higher, walk and run faster" and "elevate your performance.")

Wait, just noticed they said "appear taller," too.  That might do me in.  Where do I sign up?

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Since I had forgotten to take any pictures all day on New Year’s day, I ran upstairs and snapped some of the girls.

Recently, I was going through the pictures and I noticed something.

I circled it and tried to draw attention to it, but you might have to click to enlarge it.  What the heck is my {unnamed} daughter doing to my walls.

I’m a little scared.

Might be time to leave a box of kleenex in the room for her.

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I'll be the first to admit that I buy things at garage sales. People get rid of some good stuff, and often they are only asking a couple bucks. Last year, I got a booster seat for $1. Score!

And, now with garage/yard sale season upon us, there are tons to be seen.

This past weekend, I was out and about and I noticed a bright pink poster board advertising girls clothes up to 4T. The sign was so nice with all of the words typed out. Super easy to read.

Great advertising, yes? So, I made plans to get there bright and early Saturday morning.

My first indication that this sale was not right? I watched 4 sets of people walk away with nothing.

And, it wasn't like there wasn't anything for sale. There was tons of stuff. And entire rack full of girls clothes. There were strollers, toys and more.

Second indication? Apparently, the lady selling the stuff was too lazy to get up or even greet me or say hello. I mean, I had adorable Izzy with me. Who wouldn't say hello? I mean, if you want to make a sale...you gotta work it, right?

Third indication? The used toys (small ones at that) were marked $3. To me, that seems pricey. They were little stuffed animals and such, we're talking beanie babies, people.

Fourth indication? I walked up to the clothes rack. I looked at a little onesie. It had a hand written label and price tag "Gap, 6-12 months, $5."

Holy crap. A Gap onesie for $5. I'm not even going to pay that for a new one, let alone one that's used.

Fifth, sixth, seventh, etc. indication that this sale was crap? The Gymboree outfit for $15. The Strasburg dresses for $25! And, she had 4 of the same dress. Now, I think this is a good brand, and they are pretty expensive, but I'm not buying a dress at a garage sale for $25!

It took everything in me not to walk up to the lady and tell her that this is not a consignment sale or ebay. This is a garage sale. If you think I care that you took the time to hand write out the tags for these clothes that my kids are likely going to trash, you are wrong.

Instead, I kindly grabbed Isabelle up, thanked the rude lady (who still was sitting in the shade of her garage) and walked away.

However, I was really temped to go back around 2 and see if she still had everything. Because, I don't know a person that will go to a garage sale and spend $25 on anything. (Please tell me if I'm crazy, but I don't even spend $25 on my own clothes).

So, take home points, for a successful garage sale, you must have good advertising...and you better have good pricing, or you know what I'll say?

Really, Are You Serious?

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When my first daughter was born, my husband immediately said "let the hypocrisy begin." Seriously, like a minute after she was born (of course the midwife and nurse thought this was absolutely hilarious).

And, as she has grown, I'm sad to admit, I am in total agreement.

I think back to all of the things that my mom let me do, and I wonder what the heck she was thinking.

How in the world did I convince her to let me drive her car? And, not only drive her car, but without my license and without her in the car? I just had my permit. The one where you were supposed to have an adult in the car with you. Yep, for several months, I drove my mom to her aerobics class, and then took her car to work. Sometimes, I drove myself home after work, too.

Yes, that was illegal. And, so incredibly stupid. I was lucky to have never been caught or in an accident.

And, I wonder, what was she thinking? I'm glad she let me do it because I was working at 15 and had no other way to get to work. But, will my child do this? Heck no. Of course not!

What was she thinking when she let me stay the night at my boyfriend's (now hubby's) house in high school? Seriously? Do I really need to say more? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Or, maybe naive?

In the end, I have no idea what she was thinking. Maybe she was trying to be the cool mom? Or maybe, I had less freedoms than her. I don't know. I'm not going to ask.

So, yes, when my daughter was born, so was the hypocrisy. And, she will have fewer freedoms than I ever had. I'm sure it will continue to pass down the generations, too.

Looking back, I wonder how many of us can think of things that our parents did and question them now? And wonder what they were thinking?

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