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Things I Hate: Overpriced Baby Gear on Craigslist

Thursday, January 21st, 2010
By Glinda

antique stroller


Why is it that so many parents in my area think they are justified in pricing their used kid’s items on craigslist for almost retail?  When the things are goodness knows how gently used?

I have no problems buying used baby items because man, some of it is damn expensive. 

But why in the world would I buy a used item for over half of what it retails for in the store?

For example, I would like a new stroller for the Munchkinette.  We have a MaClaren, and I wanted another.  The one we have is still very functional after six years of use, but I was thinking that it wasn’t necessarily going to last another six. 

My husband disagreed, but said I could get one off of craigslist if the price was right.

After searching for a while, I became not a little outraged at the prices people wanted for used baby things.  Yeah, I know it was expensive when you bought it, but it isn’t new anymore!  This stuff is like a car, once you open it up and put your baby in it, it loses half its value and it just keeps dropping from there.

But no, for a two year old stroller, one woman wanted almost half the retail price.  She was unwilling to negotiate, and after two weeks, it is still unsold.   I find that people wh0 want outrageous amounts of money for their crap often have an inflated sense of self worth to go along with their inflated prices, and this laday was no different.  If I wanted to pay that much money, I would just get a new one.

So, for all you parents out there who think that you should charge a premium for your used things, get over yourselves!

The Ones That Got Away

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010
By Glinda

Not exactly the shoe, but close enough

When I was about seven months pregnant this summer, a bunch of the women in my family went shoe shopping at one of our favorite stores, Nordstrom Rack.  If you’ve never been to the Rack, you have spared yourselves a marathon day of searching for that perfect something, but you have also lost out on an always fun shopping trip. It is where all the local Nordie items that were deemed unworthy by the wealthy are deemed fit for us poor people to desperately paw through.

Anhyhoo, I couldn’t really do any clothes shopping, so of course I went directly to the shoes.  Oh, the shoes.  Racks and racks of shoes, some of them obviously deserving of a place on the clearance table, others not so much.   I almost always find a pair that I’m willing to buy, it just depends on the budget at the time if they will actually accompany me home.

As I was perusing the aisles, my eyes spied what looked to be very cute loafers.  I’m a sucker for loafers.  At places like this, you have to be very quick, because there is always some chick shadowing you and trying to invade your rightful personal space (and shoe picks) so I grabbed them and put them in my basket.  My M.O. is to collect all the promising looking shoes into my personal possession and away from the shifty-eyed bitch to the left of me, and then take a look at them all when my basket is full.

Well, when I got to this particular pair of loafers, I saw immediately that I loved them.  They were sort of spectator-ish and looked to be made of linen, which I thought was really interesting.  Then I looked at the label.  They were from Taryn Rose.  Oh my! And the price?  Only eighty bucks, which if you know anything about Taryn Rose shoes, that is an absolute steal. 

So I tried them on, and noticed that there was a very tiny black mark on the left heel. Aha, that explained the discounting.  I was willing to overlook the mark, it was toward the inside and I didn’t think anyone would be looking that closely at my feet as I was walking.  I mean, you never know, but I was willing to take the chance.  It wasn’t an egregious mark, and hey, I could always blame it on my kids and no one would think twice.

When I modeled them for my family, they loved the shoes, but a few of them had puckered brows as they looked down at my pregnant feet.  It seemed that my swollen-ish feet were stretching the linen on the top of the shoe in an ugly way.  An ugly way that meant the shoes weren’t worth buying.

But wait, the swollen feet were a temporary condition, I exclaimed.  I can still triumphantly purchase these lovely, comfortable shoes!

However, I was counseled against buying them since I couldn’t be absolutely sure if the stretching was a part of the shoe, or if it was my feet, or any other number of uncontrollable factors.  I wept, but they were right.  I didn’t want to spend eighty bucks just to have them sit in my closet forever.

So maybe I’m just in denial and I have fat feet, but I’d like to think that if only I hadn’t been pregnant when I tried those shoes on, I would in fact be wearing them right now.

What was your pair of shoes that got away?

My Favorite Celebrity Parents

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010
By Glinda

Just so happen to be this couple…

Will arnett and amy poehler

Yes, that is Will Arnett, who is Gob forever in my heart, and Amy Poehler.

When I saw this picture yesterday, I turned to my husband and said, “Wouldn’t they be so fun to hang out with?” He snorted and said they were probably boring in real life. Lies, I say. I don’t think that they are necessarily putting on a standup routine every time they open their mouths, but I do know from personal experience the funny people are usually always funny, even if they aren’t consciously trying to be.

Granted I don’t know them personally, but I happen to think that their son Archie, less than a year older than my daughter, would make a perfectly suitable husband.

Will and Amy, call me! Arranged marriages are the new black!

Monday Teeny Poll

Monday, January 18th, 2010
By Glinda



The last poll wanted to know how you felt about 2010, and there was a tie for the most popular answer. Each answer of “the years just blend together anymore” and “I’m cautiously optimistic” received thirty-seven percent of the vote. There was also an equal amount of votes for the most optimistic and pessimistic views at eight percent, and another eight percent of you are a bunch of lushes who just want another drink. Amen, says I.

After being without an internet connection for (what was to me) a long time, I’m curious as to your relationship with the interwebs.

Celebrity Dad Faceoff 2.0

Saturday, January 16th, 2010
By Glinda

Has it really been a week since I last posted?   You see, it wasn’t supposed to be so long, perhaps a day or two at the most, but because AT&T requires something like a month’s notice that you are moving residences, it took longer than I thought to get my connectivity back.  And then, just when I thought I was home free, my wireless keyboard decided not to work anymore, even though the wireless mouse was working, and I thought that was odd, and I kept trying and trying and driving myself crazy trying to get the dang thing to type some damn letters already and this week has overall been the kind of week in which you stare longingly at the Cherry Garcia in the freezer and then finally throw up your hands in defeat, grab the nearest spoon, and eat the whole carton even though you know you probably shouldn’t. But it sure does make you feel better.


It seems that we have a weakness for the British here on CDF, because Hugh Laurie’s English self beat the well-worn Levi’s off of American Bruce Springsteen.  Born in the USA or no, Bruce is out.  But who should Hugh face?

Hmmm, let me think…

How’s about a little insect?

Hugh Laurie



Celebrity Dad Faceoff 2.0

Saturday, January 9th, 2010
By Glinda

Oh my, it has been a while, hasn’t it? It’s been so long I can barely remember who the contestants were, or perhaps it is because I have become very forgetful in my advancing years. Either way, it isn’t good.

Looking back a few weeks ago, I find that Bruce Springsteen delivered a whupping to one Mr. Tom Cruise, volleyball scene or no volleyball scene. Apparently Mr. Cruise’s oddness is too much for many of you to look past. To that I say tsk, tsk, but what can I do? It’s supposed to be based solely on looks, but it seems you are a group with principles. Whatever.

And so I am taking a suggestion from qc in the peanut gallery, and featuring an Englishman who currently plays an American doctor on television. Although you may also be familiar with him in this film:

Allrighty then…

bruce springsteen


Hugh Laurie


Things I Love: Fisher Price Papasan Cradle Swing

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010
By Glinda

Fisher-Price Papasan Cradle Swing

Since I have posts on things that I hate, I thought it was only fair that I even it up a bit and include things that I actually like. I have not been paid or been given a free anything for this review, I bought this swing with my own money out of utter desperation.

You see, I had this whole fantasy that my daughter would like the sling. I am big on attachment parenting, and thought the sling would solve any and all problems.


She really hates the sling, and for a few weeks, would only nap while on someone. Which in theory is nice and lovely, but I have another child to take care of, not to mention a house to pack. So after having her scream every single time we tried to to put her into it, and wasting the long process in which to get her to sleep, we decided to look sor some outside help.

Since I had already spent long hours walking and swinging her to sleep, I knew this child liked swinging for sure. So I did some research, and instructed my husband to go posthaste to the nearest Target and buy this swing. Mind you, it’s expensive. But seriously, it’s the best one hundred and sixty bucks we’ve ever spent.

The Boy in the Bubble

Tuesday, January 5th, 2010
By Glinda

Ashlee Simpson Bronx

All right, so Bronx Mowgli isn’t really in a bubble. But that’s what it reminded me of.

Aaaand, Ashlee’s getup looks like it could have been worn circa 1985.

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