The only thing I love more than an auction, is a CHARITY auction.
There is something inside me that loves to bid. I don't care where.
There is an annual event each year to raise money for girl's camp. This being Peanut's first year attending camp = the year we finally got around to going. [yay us.]
Little did I know just how freaking much I'd love this event [ya, it was a 98% dessert auction].
[note to self, do not sit in the front row next year.]
Started off pretty casually. The Pita let me know which items he wanted. Quickly followed by, "how much cash you got?".
Candy apple with chocolate & macadamia nuts = $10 [deal]
Two loaves of homemade bread = $10 [deal]
well..............then it just got nuts.
ok, I went nuts.
And I did buy nuts.
And a plaque of a squirrel eating a nut.
I consulted my Dad's iPhone to ask "siri" how much I should pay for a coconut/macadamia cake.
To which Siri told me:
"I don't know but here are 4 places that serve that cake." - Thanks for nothing Siri.
$90 later. That cake was mine. [totally worth it, by the way].
Seriously, don't ask about that jaguar thing.
And yes, the cake. . . . it's gone. I did split 3/8 with my mom. So it's all good. right? right?
Saturday was busy and yet another freaking awesome day. Was up at 4:30 getting my run done then off to Apollo for Peanut's volleyball tournament.
Was a riot to be back in the gym I had played in [holyfreakinggasp] 20 years earlier.
So. many. awesome. memories.
Peanut's team completely rocked.
[and yes, the last girl in yellow is seriously 12 years old, awesomely tall]
The Pita had "gone shootin'" for the day. This man and his guns.
I guess between the two of us [when the ZOMBIES come] we'll be ready.
Food + guns = we are
Then I made Peanut drive by the Emz Childhood Casa
for our "listen to mom talk about her amazing childhood" moment.
Then well . . . . . it was all about the basketball game.
I had to start focusing.
Start sending I hate Duke tweets, texts, emails.
I. Love. March.
Sorry Jason & Caroline. I'm just so sorry for your loss.
So in four days time, I'll be meeting Caroline. [hope she is still talking to me]
And in five days, I'll be running the Catalina Marathon.
Which totally makes sense why I'd run 20 today.
It was just one of those days where the feet keep going [sans tv, music or phone]. I love how these awesome runs come on days they shouldn't . . . . but it did freaking make my day.
Happy Monday to ALL!