Wednesday, June 29, 2005

I'm outta here

Yesterday I was this close (---) to walking out the front door, leaving the children to do whatever...burn the house down, I didn't CARE!

Between the heat, pms, and the kids...I just couldn't deal. It was one of those days. I asked boy to go change out of his swimsuit and he just stood in the kitchen staring at me eating a sucker. AHEM...I asked you to go change out of your swimsuit, and he still just stood there. If I could have picked his little ass up and carried him to his bedroom, I would've. But...I can't. DAMN KIDS!

After I got off work I went to see the Morman Tabernacle Choir in Oakland. I'm not Mormon, but whatever. On the way there I vented to my friend and got everything out of my system. I love venting to friends.

When I got home I found a home-made card on my pillow from the kids.

Dear Heather:
Boy and I (girl) are very sorry for the way we acted today. Tomorrow is a new day and it will be great...we promise! We love you, boy and girl.

Awww....I almost started crying (thats the pms).

This morning there was a note on the stove from HostMom thanking me for what I dealt with yesterday and surviving. It feels good to know that they are actual thanking me for what I do. Today was so much better.

Tomorrow we are leaving for Lake Tahoe. They have a condo up there and are in the process of selling it. This will be our last trip sad.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Dinner talk

Last night was HostMoms birthday. It was also the first time we actually sat down and all ate a meal together. Not eating meals as a family is so weird for me. most nights when I was little my Mom, Dad, sister, brother and I would sit down and eat together. We'd share our experiences of the day. During summer that mostly consisted of me crying because my brother and sister locked me out of the house for 4 hours, causing me to go count blades of grass in the backyard.

I remember one family meal very vividly. My sister was 17 and I was 12 or 13. Halfway through the meal my sister decided to announce that she was pregnant. I was eating a roll and just kept stuffing pieces in my mouth...and didn't bother to swallow. After 5 minutes of silence, I was still stuffing, my cheeks were huge. My mom had to inform me that I needed to swallow or else I was going to choke. How else is someone supposed to respond when their sister who is still in high school tells the dinner table that she's pregnant. A few weeks later she lost the baby.

Family meals were the greatest. I honestly believe its one of the most important things a family can do together. I feel bad for these kids I'm nannying for. During the school year it's just the three of us. It's better than nothing I guess.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Marry me Michael?

Guess who just saw Michael Phelps, Natalie Coughlin, and Aaron Piersol swim?

ME! It was awesome.

This morning we drove down to Santa Clara to watch a family friend swim in the Santa Clara International Invitational. Adding to our amazement was the fact that those three swimmers were competing as well.

Michael....mmmm...those abs. He's super speedy fast, and....his abs. Oh. My. God.

Now I'm going to go take a nap since I did wake up at 6 this morning...too early for me.

Here's a picture of Michael. He's in the blue cap second from the left. If you go to my Flickr account, he's outlined for yah.

And because he looks so damn good in a speedo, lets add another one. I never thought a guy could look good in a speedo, but..he's proving me wrong.

Saturday, June 25, 2005

I'm sunburned

I survived my first week of summer vacation without handcuffing the kids to the trees in the back. They are truly blessed.

I was kind of dreading summer. No more laying around all day(hah!). I now have the kids ALL. DAY. LONG.'s nice. I don't have to worry about rushing around in the morning wondering where girls' shoes are. I don't have to worry about homework and if there test scores are going to be good enough. We can just sit around the house and do nothing together.

We played in the pool today, made soap(50 bars to be exact..what the hell are we going to do with 50 bars of soap?)....and watched movies.

Boy had soccer practice so girl and I stayed home and ate cookies and drank sprite for dinner. I like to teach them healthy eating habits early.

Yes, I know the pool is kind of green...but you don't expect me to actually clean you?

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

I miss you

For Brandon:

It's now been a year since you were killed in a car accident. It seems like it just happened yesterday.

I remember the first time we met. It was on the first day of school in Math class. The teacher was pyscho so I started to talk to the people around me. Ashley, you and I clicked right away, and from that moment, we were friends. Everyday we would come in and talk about our night or weekend. We would help each other with math problems and play stupid games. Pyscho teacher kept threatening that she was going to move us, but she didn't. We sat next to each other for a whole semester. I never understood why she never moved us, but I'm glad she didn't.

Your Mom's bestfriend, Loretta, and I worked together. We would talk about you at our lunch break. The sweet, weird, crazy things you have done and said. We laughed about you a lot. Your mom came into the store one day and Loretta introduced me to her. Shes gorgeous. I'm sure she misses you more than words can describe. I can't even imagine having to bury your own son. I hope she's doing okay.

Last summer I was sitting on my couch watching the 10:00 o'clock news. A storm had just moved through so it was very humid and hot. I was about ready to take a shower when the news lady said that one teenager had been killed in a car accident and three more had been injured. I listened some more, and she said your name......I froze. My body started going numb and I started breathing really fast...I didn't know what to do. I sat and cried on the couch for 4 hours, asking God why he took you so soon. You had just graduated high school...and now you were gone.

I was depressed the next couple of days. I cried and cried and cried. I wanted to talk to you again. I wanted to ask you random questions. I actually wanted to do math problems with you again. But...I couldn't.

I went into work a few days later and saw Loretta. I hugged her and started crying, again. She told me not to cry and that we needed to remember the happy times that we had together. She took me in the back and showed me pictures of you that were taken only a few days before you were killed. The one that still makes me cry is you and your nephew sitting on a dock fishing together.

I wish I could've said good-bye. I still cry sometimes about you, like I'm doing right now. I miss you Brandon, a lot. You were one of the most sweetest and generous people I've ever met. I'll always remember you.

Monday, June 20, 2005

The birthday cake from hell

We are celebrating Girls 10th birthday today. That means 7 girls between the ages of 9 and 10 running through the house. It's been fun(note sarcasm)

Girl and I started working on her elaborate birthday cake at 8:30 this morning. We baked three layers and after they were cooked we cut the layers in half and put pudding in the middle. Then we frosted them all different colors.....and then came the stacking. We bought dowel rods and stuck those in the bottom layer. We put the second layer on top, and then did the same thing with the third layer. I turn around to grab some more frosting and the cake comes tumbling down. We now have 30 minutes until everyone arrives.....shit. Girl picks the top layer up with her fingers and I start laughing. Thats all you can do at this point. Host Mom comes to the rescue when she pulls this cake stand thing out of her ass. This would've saved us a lot of trouble. Heres the finished product..hopefully it tastes good.

We've already had plenty of drama. Including who gets what pajamas, who's sleeping where, who gets boy as their pretend "boyfriend", what movie were watching, what game we are playing, blah blah blah.

When I was their age, nothing mattered to me. I didn't care how anybody dressed, what car they drove, how many presents they bought me for my birthday. I just had fun and played with everybody...everybody was my friend. It's so true when people say kids are growing up to fast. It's sad, really.

Oh wait! A girl just came in crying....and the fun begins again.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

To the father who was never there for me...Happy Fathers Day

When I was little my dad and I got along fine. I had been living with him and my step-mom since I could remember. I loved it there, with my brother and sister. Things changed when I turned 15. I don't exactly remember how they told me, but they got divorced. I was crushed, and my life slowly started to unravel.

They gave me a choice of who I'd like to live with. My step-mom and I had become very close so I decided to live with her. We moved 20 miles away and my dad moved 2 hours away. I finished up my sophmore year of high school with honors, and headed off to Oregon for the summer with my real mom.

While in Oregon my step-mom decided that she wanted my dad to sign over his parental rights to her just in case something happened and she needed to take legal action...such as a car accident. Since he would be living 2 hours away he needed to sign over his rights, for my protection and my step-moms. I wasn't informed of this needing to happen over the summer so when I got back, my dad tells me in the car. He then tells me that he's arranged for me to stay with some older family friends so that I can still go to the same high school. We stopped by my step-moms house on the way. She had put a couple of boxes of my stuff out on the porch, things that I would need.

After arriving at our my new "home", my dad helped me unload the boxes, and he talked to the couple for a few minutes. Right before he left he handed me $20. He didn't say "I love you"....he just left. I went back inside to my new room and cried. I cried for the rest of the night, eventually going to sleep. I felt like a worthless piece of trash that nobody wanted so they just dumped me on some peoples doorstep and wished me the best.

A few days after being there my step-mom dropped by with the rest of my stuff. She was very bubbly and helped me bring the boxes inside. We talked for awhile and she explained why she had to do this. As she was hugging me good-bye I could see tears starting to form in her eyes. I told her "I love you" and we didn't talk or see each other for 6 months after that.

School started back up, I got a job and a car. I would leave for school at 6:30 in the morning and not get home until 3:30. I would then go to work from 4 until 10:30 at night. I would go get drunk with some friends from work on the weekends. I started skipping school, and I ended up missing 23 days in the first semester. This wasn't the way I planned to spend my last two years of high school.

The people I was living with called my dad one day and told him that he needed to spend more time with me. A few days later he was on our doorstep saying that he wanted me to move-in with him. He later told me that the only reason I was moving in with him was because he didn't want them yelling at him anymore.

The next day at school I went to the office and picked up my "drop-out" form. I didn't want to move in with my dad 45 miles away. I wanted to stay there and finish up high school. I only had a year and a half to go, but my dad wouldn't let me.

On January 21st, 2004 I packed up my stuff once again and followed my dad to our new house. It was this tiny two bedroom house right off of Main Street in podunk, Montana. I walked into my bedroom and was disappointed. It was small, very small. There was a home-made wooden bed with a slab of wood across where the mattress would lay. Problem was, there was no mattress. My dad said he would buy me one but for now I needed to lay as many blankets as I could on it. I only had about 5 blankets, but that was going to have to work. That night I couldn't sleep. The blankets didn't help one bit, I felt like I was sleeping on concrete. I told this to my dad in the morning but he didn't care, he had slept fine. He didn't buy me a mattress for two months.

I enrolled myself into home-schooling, with my dad agreeing to pay the $40 a month. I also got a job and started paying for my own gas, car, and insurance. I usually didn't spend much time around the house, but the time that I did was nothing short of hell. My dad had found this new girlfriend and her and I didn't get along at all. She had her own apartment about 5 blocks away but for some reason spent all her time over at our house. She would stay there for days on end. She was arrogant, rude, manipulative, selfish and she always had to be right...about everything.

I never really expressed my dislike for her to my dad, but I did one day. I was sitting in the chair in the living room and my dad was standing in the doorway for his room. I don't know how the topic came up but it did, the topic of me hating his girlfriend. I told him I didn't like how she tries to manipulate me, sleeps at our house, tells me what I can and cannot eat, whom I can see, where I can go, how clean my room should be....and I went on and on. He started to get physical with me so I got up out the chair and started walking towards my room. He stepped in front of me and I told him that I hated him. He told me he hated me sometimes as well and that I could find a new place to live.

I walked down to my room and called my friend asking her if I could come stay at her house a day earlier than planned. She was fine with that so I started packing my stuff. I was leaving in two days to go visit my sister in Washington and I had planned to stay with her the next night. My dad came to my room about a half hour later and apoligized. He told me he wanted me to live with him and I didn't have to leave. I left anyways, as far as I was concerned....I wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

When I arrived in Washington a few days later I told my sister what happened. She said that dad had told her a different story...figures...and then she let me listen to her voicemail on her cell-phone. " Hi, it's dad....I just want to let you know that Heather is not coming back to live with me. I didn't tell her before she, she doesn't know." My mind went numb after hearing that. I wasn't going back to Montana? What about my car, my job, all my stuff? I didn't get to say good-bye to my friends, they are expecting me to come back in two weeks. I called him and he just told me that I was causing to much stress on his and his girlfriends relationship. Once again, I'm a piece of trash that he just dumps out of his life.

After two weeks of visiting my sister, I went to go live with my real mom in Oregon. While living there my dad called me about 5 times. He tried to act all sweet, saying "I love you" all the time, and asking me how I was. Just hearing his voice made me sick. He quit paying for my school, he took my car from me, and he quit paying the payments on it. The last time I talked to him was December of 2004. He got married to his girlfriend and they are planning to move to Alaska.

I have no desire to ever speak to my father again. He's hurt me to much. I couldn't even write about all the things he has done, it would take forever. I figure for my well being and happiness that him and I should just not see or talk to each other. Everybody I talk to now says that I seem much happier than I was before. I am, but some days are hard...such as Fathers Day. I just wish he would of been there for me when I needed him, but he wasn't, and he'll never be. He won't be there to walk me down the aisle, and my kids will not have a Grandpa. Those are the things that are hard for me to deal with, but I know I'm a strong person and I can and will get through it.

Happy Fathers Day to all the wonderful fathers out there.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Are you Russian?

Today Hostdad, boy and I traveled in to San Francisco.

First stop was Levis' plaza. They have this water fountain in the middle with little stepping stones so boy and I ventured in. While walking on the stepping stones I felt something hit my head. I just kept walking, having no idea what it was. I go two steps farther and I realize a bird is attacking me. Boy also got attacked. I guess we missed the sign where it said "aggressive birds"

Next we went to the Bay. We walked around and went to the Maritime museum. Boy almost got washed away by the waves, no big deal.

Ghirardelli Square is right near there so of course we had to go have some mint chocolate chip milkshakes. MMmmmm.

Then on to the Metreon. Boy and I went inside to play on the playstations. I was standing there watching him when a security guard asked me if I surfed. I assumed he asked me this because I was wearing a Billabong sweatshirt? I told him no. Then he asked me if I skate. No again. Then I just told him I snowboard, that shut him up. 5 minutes later he comes over to me again and asks me if I'm Russian. What? No...I'm American. Boy and I left after that question. No more crazy questions from the security people. This is the waterfall behind the Metreon.

We ate dinner and then walked over to the Marriot hotel. We rode the elevator up 39 floors and this was the view. This is the sunset, you can kind of see the Golden Gate in the background.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

I'm a blood giver

I just got back from donating blood for the first time.

It's so easy and I encourage you all to go give. First you do registration, and they ask you questions. Then you actually donate, which took me 15 minutes but I takes some people 5 minutes. After you donate you get free juice and cookies. Woohoo!

When they put the needle into my arm, I had to look away. It didn't hurt, but I'd rather not watch. I'm sure I'll have a nice bruise, but at least I'm saving lives. I can live with a bruise.

60% of people in California are eligible to donate blood but only 3% actually donate. I encourage you all to call your local Red Cross and set up an appt. During summer the need for blood increases a lot, but the number of people donating decreases. You can save up to three peoples lives by just donating a pint, so please give blood.

On to the kids. They had a swim meet last night. They both won their three events. I'm expecting to see them in the olympics. That is all.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Buck Fifty?

As I was washing dishes tonight girl and I had a conversation:

Girl: Two kids in my class today said they had a buck fifty. Do you know what a buck fifty is?

Me: Yeah, it's another way of saying that you have a dollar and fifty cents.

Girl: -Laughing- Not uh. It's a boys you know what.

Me: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm lagging in the 4th grade slang department.

Whoever is making up these slang words in the 4th grade needs some help. Before we know it all going to be used as slang for a boys you know what.

Or maybe this is normal and I need to start watching Oprah more often. I'm sure she's discussed this topic in depth. Buck Fifty....phhh

Use a few more brain cells please

It's 90 degrees in California. We open the windows at night and close them in the morning to keep the house cold. It works.

We have two guys working on re-doing the bathrooms. They come in and leave the front door. wide. open. all. day. long.

I've asked them nicely to please close the door since we're trying to keep the house cold, but they don't listen.

How are we supposed to keep the house from feeling like a sauna when you have the FRONT DOOR WIDE OPEN!! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.

Why do I feel like I'm babysitting everybody around here. GRRrrrrr.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Get your own milk!

Last night my host family was watching a movie. I walk into the family room/kitchen area to grab a glass of water. While in there I witness this conversation:

Boy: "I'm thirsty."

Boy: "I'm thirsty."

Boy: "Mom, I"m thirsty, can you get me a glass of milk?"

Boy: "Mom, I'm thirsty, can you get me a glass of milk?"

HostMom: "Sure, you can you wait a minute?"

Boy: "No Mom, can you get me some organic milk now."

HostMom: "Yeesssss..."

What? Excuse me? He is 7 years old I think he can handle getting a glass of milk by himself. Would he ever say this to me.....NO! When I'm around he gets himself milk, but on occasion, I will get it for him if he says please. Did he even say please to her? NO! These kids have no manners with their parents. It's amazing how much diffrent they act with them. It drives me insane.

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Vacumming tip

When vacuuming I try to get as close to the any object, without actually having to move it. Yes, I'm lazy. So yesterday there were a bunch of cords plugged into an outlet. A cell-phone charger cord, laptop cord, and another cord. I'm vacuuming along and I'm getting the vacuum right up against the cords without actually moving them, but then....I accidently vacuum up the cell phone charger cord. I turn the vacuum off after hearing some very stange noises and lift it up. I start unraveling the cord from underneath, and realize it's not damaged at all. I plug the charger back into the wall and plug the cell phone in to see if it still works. It does! Hooray, who knew you could vacuum up cords and have them still be functional? So now I can go back to my lazy ways and continue to not move things....except every once in awhile when dust bunnies start to appear, but thats it.

Friday, June 10, 2005

Tower of Terror

I've had a phobia of rollercoasters since I was a little kid. I have no idea where this phobia stemmed from, but it was definitely there. A year ago I decided I needed to overcome my fear. My friends and I drove to Northern Idaho and went to Silverwood-the closest amusement park to us. The first ride everybody flocked to, was of course, one of the rollercoasters. I followed them all in and start waiting in the line. As we are waiting, I started to feel the tears running down my face. My stomach was in knots and I felt as though I needed to throw-up. My friends started asking me questions to make sure I was okay, I assured them I was, but the tears kept coming.

15 minutes later I strapped myself into the coaster. Justin (a friend) was sharing the seat with me. I started shaking and felt really, really dizzy. A worker asked me if I wanted to get off, but I told him I needed to stay on. As the ride started moving, I reached over and grabbed Justin's hand, my nails digging into him. I closed my eyes for the entire part up and the entire first drop. But then, I opened my eyes, realized it wasn't that bad, threw my hands up in the air, and enjoyed the rest of the ride. I enjoyed it so much, I rode it again.

I could have lived the rest of my life not riding a single rollercoaster....but I chose not to. I overcame my worst fear, and ended up having a total blast. It also prepped me for what I was to encounter on Spring Break.

For Spring Break, Host Dad, girl, boy and I all went down to Los Angeles. Along the way we stopped at Hearst Castle, and the Santa Monica Boardwalk. Our main adventure was Disneyland and California Adventure. At Disneyland we rode the major rides and saw some shows, but then we crossed over to the other park. We rode California Screamin' three times but saved the Tower of Terror for last. It was getting dark and our FastPass was almost up so we decided we better go stand in line for TOT. We waited about 40 minutes, and then climbed into the elevators. They played segments of videos as you traveled up the 13 stories. The doors opened as you were sitting at the top and you got to look over both of the parks. It was dark by the time we got up there and the view was gorgeous. didn't last to long and they dropped us..and took us up....and dropped us. It was un-like any rollercoaster I have ever ridden, it gave you a very different feeling. I did enjoy it though, and if we had more time, I would have ridden it again.

A year ago I wouldn't even go on a log ride because I was afraid of it ( weird, I know!) and now I can say I survived the Tower of Terror.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

I forgot

This past weekend I went with my host family on a church retreat to the Bishops Ranch which is in Healdsburg, California. We left on Friday night at around 8 and didn't arrive at the ranch until 10. Earlier that day I was running around trying to finish up the laundry, dishes, vaccuming, and still pack for the kids. Yes...pack FOR the kids. You would think they would help me pack their clothes, but no.

Boy still wears pull-ups to bed because he has accidents during the night. While I was packing his clothes, I forgot to pack them. Oops. He comes into the room that girl and I were sharing at the ranch and asks for his pajamas. I hand him his clothes and then he asks for his underwear. I explain to him that he already has clean underwear on. " other underwear." I get this "Oh shit" look on my face and proceed to tell him that I forgot to pack them. Host mom is standing in the doorway and at that moments she asks me "How is that possible?" I didn't answer, mainly for the fact because I was tired, and I'm sure a lot of cuss words would've been coming out of my mouth complaining that I am packing for her children, and they won't even help me. He then calls me and idiot, starts crying, and host mom and boy leave the room while she embraces him. I'm sorry, but if my child ever called ANYBODY an idiot, shit would hit the fan. Yes, you are right, I forgot the pull-ups. I'm only human, I do make mistakes, that in no way implies that I'm an idiot.

Although I did forget allergy medicine for myself. I couldn't sleep the first night at all and was pretty miserable the rest of the trip. I also forgot to bring hiking shoes for all the hiking we were going to be doing. Let me tell yah, hiking in flip-flops is not my idea of fun.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Going to California

At the beginning of September last year I went over to Washington to visit my sister. A few days after arriving my Dad calls to inform me that I will not be going back to Montana, and I'm no longer allowed to live with him. His girlfriend had just recently moved in with us, and her and I don't get along, so he would rather have his girlfriend live with him, than his own daughter....What a guy, huh?

I called the people that I was a nanny for and informed them that I would not be coming back. They had three kids and I felt horrible just leaving them hanging. I also found out that my Dad had called them as well and told them I ran away. Why he was lying about these things, I still don't know. I had heard about people moving out of state to become nannys and started looking on the internet for some information about it. I joined a couple of websites and within a week I had found my host family. We did a couple of phone interviews and e-mailed back and forth quite a lot. They finally asked if I would like to come live and work for them, and I accepted.

On January 12th I boarded a plane headed for California. Tons of questions were going through my mind. I was about ready to go live with some people that I had met on the internet, take care of their kids, live in their house, in a new city. I was officially crazy. I met them in baggage claim and we had awkward conversations all the way back home.

As soon as I entered the house I felt out of place. Everything was odd...The smell, the furniture...Everything. I went to the bed that night with all the questions still running through my mind. I woke up the next morning wondering where I was. It still hadn't hit me that I was actually here. The first weeks were the hardest. Getting used to the kids, and the kids getting used to me. I remember sitting at the kitchen table crying wanting to go back home. This was officially the toughest job I'd ever had.

Things have changed. The kids and I still have bad days, but they are a lot less frequent than in the beginning. Now I'm just part of the family and I feel like I belong here.

California is my new home

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Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Sunglasses and Summer

I moved down to California in January during which time I came to realize why people use the term "sunny California." At this point I thought about buying a pair of sunglasses, which I was rarely in need of in Montana. One Sunday my friend asked if I would like to go with her to a flea market a couple of towns away. I agreed and was quite surprised by what I saw. As I was browsing through the rows I noticed a vendor with sunglasses on his table. I tried a few pairs on, but soon came upon the perfect ones. I loved them! I asked him how much they were and he replied $5. 5 dollars!!! I was shocked andI bought them of course. My new glasses and I had a loving relationship for about two months....and then it happened.

I walked past the living room one day and noticed girl sitting on the couch playing with them. I wasn't to suprised as this was something she would normally do. I went upstairs a few hours later to go to bed and I saw them neatly placed on my dresser. But wait! Was one of the legs not attached anymore, couldn't be. I went over to inspect a little more and found out that my precious cheap sunglasses were now broken. It's little leg just ripped off. Nobody bothered to tell me either, I guess she figured I wouldn't notice. She also tried to tape up the glasses but theres no way I'm walking out the house with taped-up glasses on my face. No way!

It's been about 2 months since my glasses broke and I havn't found ones that I really like since then. I eyes have been hurting and praying I will find them some new ones. Today I ventured into Target...and to my surprise, I found some new sunglasses! I like these ones a lot too, but the cost $17.99, a little more expensive than my $5 bargain. Girl and Boy will also be staying away from these.

The kids are out of school next week and I honestly don't know what I'm going to do when they are home all day. Since I came in January, they were in school, and this will be the first time they are home. Maybe we will just sit by the pool all day and work on our tans. Yeah...right

It's starting

Since this is my first post, I shall introduce myself.

My name is Heather, I'm 18 and I am a live-in nanny for a great family in Northern California. I take care of two kids- Girl age 9 and Boy age 7 and also a Swiss mountain dog who sheds a lot. I don't really know how to do the whole "blogging" thing, but I'm sure I'll figure it out. I'm smart like that.

I am originally from Montana-born and raised. A lot happened during my teenage years and I moved around a lot. I got pulled out of high school halfway through my sophomore year and just recently completed the last half of high school through home-schooling. There's a lot more to that story but that would require me to start talking about my father and I'm not ready for that.

This blog is mainly for me to share with the world this "wonderful" job, although sometimes I wonder why I started in the first place. I'll post about my frustration, joy, laughter, sadness and everything else that comes with trying to keep my sanity.
Stay Tuned!