Berkeley is where I belong

I guess you could say I'm not the first person that would come to mind when you think of the word "nanny". I have my nose and lip pierced, two tattoos(so far) and my hair color changes about every six weeks.

Do these things make me a bad person? I sure hope not. But some people choose to believe differently.

I had another nanny friend whom I used to visit quite frequently. After meeting her host parents I knew they didn't like me. Their actions spoke WAY louder than words. They are conservative, and I am...not so much. I didn't mind them though. I respect them and what they choose to do with their life. They didn't have that consideration with me. After innocenlty visiting my friend about 5 times they kindly informed her that I was no longer welcome at their househould. They told her I was "to quite". ME? To quite? I know it's because my hair changes colors, and, well thats about it. I never really talked to them and they didn't even get to know me as a person. You look at these people on the streets with tattoos and piercings and think of them as weirdos. Some of them are, but most of them can be some of the nicest people you will ever meet. This family has since gotten a new nanny who is by far the most quite person I have ever met. I sure hope they are happy.

Numb

The kids have been actually quite good the past few days. I don't know why, but it's really nice. Of course things can never just be. Something always has to come up. This time it's the word cancer. My Aunt was diagnosed a couple of years ago with this disease. I had sort of forgot about it until my Mom e-mailed me saying that my Aunt now only has 6-8 weeks left to live. I don't really know how to react. Those words are just stinging right now. I have hope though....I really do. I hope the doctors are wrong.

Boy problems (real boys, not the ones I look after)

I went out on a 'date' last Thursday with a guy named Bob. We've hung out before and for me he's just a friend. I think he wants more of a relationship but I don't. On Saturday night I'm supposed to go out on a real date with a guy named Tom. I could see myself dating Tom. Bob and Tom are friends and hang out with the same group of guys that I hang out with. This situation seems like it's going to become pretty sticky. Bob texted me tonight asking if I want to go the see the Pirates movie tomorrow but I'm already going with Tom on Saturday. I didn't mention that to Bob. SOOOO....now I'm stuck and this is exactly what I don't want to be stuck in.

Trying not to let loose

I've returned now, with a new name, but the complaining should still be the same. I needed an outlet and so I came back to blogging.

The summer with all of these damn kids is for sure going to kill me. I'm with them from 9 in the morning until 7 at night. Somedays I don't think I can do it. Like today. I just don't understand how a stay at home mom can leave her children with a nanny all day while she goes and takes a nap. Why have kids if you're going to pawn them off on someone else....grrr.

That's all I can really say right now. My brain is so tired from trying to stay polite and nice and not let all my nasty words come to the surface. They will though, on here.

It's time

For me to close down this shop. I'm far to busy and I really have no time to update. It sucks having a social life doesn't it? Maybe in a few months I might be able to start up again, but for now-I'm off to the clubs.

No, I'm not mary poppins

But hell, I have a nice tattoo.


Don't be jealous of my sick pack either.

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, my brain is still on vacation

Back to work. Bleh. I really do like my job, but if I could just be rich without working...I'd do it.

Vacation was nice. My nieces are adorable. My youngest niece wouldn't let anyone else hold her, just me. It was sad to say good-bye knowing that I won't see them for probably another year.

The tattoo is doing well...itchy and scabby. It looks hot. He said not to work out for 10 days but my fat ass needs to get back to the gym, so I'm going tonight. Hopefully it doesn't screw it up to bad.

This Friday I'm going to a club again...............hopefully it's not as skanky as the last one.

Inked

I've dreamed of getting a tattoo for years now. I've thought of the pain, and how much it wouldn't hurt. It's just needles...right? I can take needles.

My thoughts have changed. Today at 4 I went in for what would become a little over 4 hours of torture. I got a koi fish in water with a lotus flower floating on the right side of my body. They say your sides are one of the most sensitive areas to get tattoos, so of course, I choose that area.
The first lines he did were okay. I could handle it. I handled the outline fine.

Then came shading. Now most normal people would have done this tattoo in segments, not all at once. But since I'm visiting I needed to get it all at once because I won't be coming back until like Christmas. Shading was a bitch. My side was already so sore, so puncturing some more was not good. I started crying twice. There was nothing else I could do. A few times I didn't know if I was going to make it.

The guy who did my tattoo said I was one tough girl though. He doesn't even have tattoos on his side because of the pain, and neither did his apprentice. That made me feel somewhat better. Now I'm shaking and going through all sorts of emotions so I better head to bed. I'm already planning on another tattoo though, this time on my arm.

Clubbin' fools

I went to a club in Providence on Saturday night with a bunch of my friends. It was horrible. The people were disgusting. I think I saw more nudity than I have ever seen in my life.

I sat a table the whole night because I was the designated driver. You will not see me out on the dance floor unless I'm drunk, so there I sat.

The first guy to come up to me was about 40. He only told me that he was just in prison for 2 years but honestly, he's a nice guy. My friends boyfriend then came up and started rubbing my back, asking me how I was doing. The old guy got the clue and left. The next guy was a bit more dense. He was talking to my friend first, but she left so then he started talking to me. He asked me why I wasn't dancing and I told him I didn't want to. Bumpin' and Grindin' with some random sweaty dudes is just not my thing. He then pulled me off the chair really hard and tried to get me to go dance with him. This pissed me off. I pushed him away and told him to get the hell away from me. He did, but still, I never want to go back.

Just walking around the club guys would grab my hand, or my waist or try and push themselves onto me. Gross Gross Gross. I almost got taken out by two fights as well. AND I didn't get home until 5 o'clock in the morning. But I still had fun.

Wednesday I'm leaving to go to Pennsylvania. I think for sure I'm going to get a tattoo while there. I'm so excited!

Juicebox

It's always hard moving to a brand new place in the friendship department. I was lucky when I moved to California to have other nannies with kids in the same school as mine.

Here though it has been a little harder to meet people.

But, I finally have met some awesome friends. Awesome.

We went bowling together on Friday night and I was laughing the entire time. It feels good to laugh. On Sunday I went to Providence and shopped and shopped and shopped. I spent WAY to much money on clothes but I deserved them. Last week was a rough one so it was nice to get away.

I also bought tickets to go see the Strokes with some friends and I'm leaving next week to go to Pennsylvania. Hopefully I will still be getting inked while I'm there.

Blonde moment, again

Dinner time around this time is usually a choatic mess. Last night was no different. The oldest child has celiac disease, meaning he can't eat gluten. He wanted to try out a gluten-free enchilada so I made that for him. The triplets were going to eat ham and french fries.

It all sounds simple, but between the painters coming and asking questions, the dog barking, the kids chasing each other, and me taking shots of vodka, things just are not that simple. So I popped the oldest kids enchilada into the microwave and turned on the stove to start cooking the ham. I ran around doing various things while both I presumed were cooking. I started smelling this weird musty smell and assumed it was the enchilada I was making. My host mom came downstairs asking what smelled and I said the enchilada. She told me in a joking manner that I better have some ham ready because he probably won't eat it.

After the enchilada was done cooking the smell started getting worse. It was then I realized that I turned on the wrong burner on the stove and had actually started burning a basket that was on the counter. It was almost in flames. Ha. Ha. Oops. We had to throw the basket away and all the food in it. The house still smells musty. Go me!

Lame o's

Boston's St. Pattys day parade sucked. Lame. L.A.M.E. It was a bunch of firefighters walking the down the street and political people with their signs. No crazyness. My friends and I watched about 30 minutes, said screw it, and went shopping at H and M.

The house is officially on the market now. Painter people are here and have been here for the past week. It's hell. Theres nowhere to walk, no place for the kids to place so they are driving me insane. I want to throw myself off the deck, but...nah.

I'm getting my haircut tomorrow. I'm a little skeptical, like always. I just don't want to leave with a mullet. Thats all I ask.

Remember, Remember the 5th of November

I got the pleasure of going to V for Vendetta tonight on IMAX. If you get the chance to see it this weekend....GO! It was so freakin' good. Well worth the $11.

Off to Boston's St. Patricks Day parade tomorrow. We shall see how crazy these people get.

My leg will probably fall off next

On Tuesday morning I woke up with my right eye feeling as though it had been punched. The area all around it was very sore but no bruising. Wednesday I woke up and my right glad in my neck was swollen. This morning I woke up and the swollen gland is now like the size of a grape. I don't know whats going on. Maybe I contracted some weird Swedish illness when I went to Ikea. Hopefully the swelling goes down before the St. Pattys day parade in Boston and the partying in Providence this weekend.

This isn't good

The kids didn't have school on Friday. You know a story isn't going to end well when it starts off like that. Same goes for this one.

My host family is building a shiny new home about an hour away for where we are now. We decided to go down there and "visit" with our soon-to-be neighbors. The neighbors have 4 kids as well but the youngest is three and the rest are in school. The neighbors house was also the model home for the development so it is decorated veerrrryyy nicely. Probably not a good place for 5 rowdy kids. The two moms left, so it was just me and them. 5 to 1. Not very good odds. Think about it people. One 3 year old, Three 4 year olds and a 5 year old. THINK. ABOUT. IT. It was hell. I never want to do it again.

I'm taking the weekend to recover but now I have a cold or allergies or something else thats kicking my ass. Gotta love it!

I need cookies

My brain. Is sad. I have nothing to write about. I could write about how my hands are dried out and its driving me insane. Or about how I'm tired of how the kids are fascinated with touching their shit. Or maybe how I would like to go eat the whole tub of cookie dough in the freezer right now. Or what the hell am I doing? Seriously. All of my friends are in college partying all the freakin' time and I'm sitting here watching four children. I don't know what else to do. I'm not going to quit, I'm actually probably going to stay until next summer I've decided. Next summer I want to go to Europe and travel around for a couple of months, and then maybe start college. Am I making the right decision. My friends think it's so awesome that I've travelled as much as I have since high school, but sometimes I wish I was just sitting around in a college dorm eating top ramen for breakfast, lunch, and dinner like the rest of them.

They should make a reality show out of this..oh wait, they did?

I now know why I love going to the gym so much. The people. The crazy people. 45 minutes on the eliptical seems like nothing...I just watch the crazies.

It is mostly 14-15 year old girls. They all wear little abercrombie shorts with a tank top. They might as well be wearing pasties and a thong but who am I to judge. They walk around and talk with their other friends pulling their tank tops up to expose their bellies. The old man riding on the bike likes when they do this. I don't really understand why they come. They are thin as rails and there really are no boys there for them. But I hope the girls are they're tomorrow and the next day and the next day because it really does make my work outs go by sooo much faster.

Life is good

*I went to Salem, Mass yesterday. It was windy and cold. I saw some Witch houses, and that was it. The people in town were more interesting than the actual town.

*My brother-in-law, who's in the Army, has gotten orders to go back to Iraq in June. Hes supposed to stay for a full year this time. Stupid War.

*I'm leaving in like a month to go visit my Aunt and Uncle in Pennsylvania. My sister and nieces are also flying over so I'll get to see them too! I'm super super super excited.

*I promised a nice post this weekend but my life is not really exciting at this point. Except for last night my friend and I stopped in a little diner for dessert and had this very cute waiter. His name is Salso and he's from Brazil. He's probably 30-but still.

*I have an update from my last family in California. The nanny who took over from me has since left. I have no idea why. Maybe because that family is a bunch of weirdos. I think it's funny.

I have a blog?

My God...the days are just flying by. Between working all day and then working out at night I have no time to sit and write in my little diary. Sorry Diary. This weekend I will make it up to you though, with a huge make-out session.

Snow

This stuff is starting to piss me off. Couldn't go work out today because the car wouldn't make it up the driveway. To icy. Damn Damn Damn.

Things that irked me this weekend

*Mother Nature-This past week it's been in the 50's and now for the weekend we get temps not going above 20 degrees and with massive winds blowing.

*Stairs-My first trip down the stairs this morning was not a pleasant one. I fell down them. Not just a little fall-on-my-butt...noooo...it was a slamming into the steps and then riding them down until you crash into a wall. I skinned my hands up. It's really gross actually, the skin was just kind of hanging there but I eventually pulled it off. I'm waiting for my awesome bruises to show up.

*People-
a) annoying ones-I went to a very late showing of Freedomland on Friday night wanting to avoid the crowds and the usual chaos that accompanies me to movies. My movie experience was going great until about the last 20 minutes of the movie when two tweenaged boys decided to wait in the little hallway thing for their parents to get out of the movie. They stood there and banged on the wall and chatted loudly to each other. What the fuck kids. Couldn't you wait out in the lobby?

b) rude ones-Yah know, I'm not really much of a people person. If I could walk around all day with my middle fingers in the air or a big F.U. sign on my shirt, I would. But when I go out in public I try to be good. I try to be polite, smile, chat it up with the Target cashiers, and be respectful of the other people in this world. On two seperate occasions I Saturday I witnessed cart etique gone bad. One lady was lifting a big item out of her cart and just let her cart start wandering freely. It wandered into the back of a minivan and because of the awesome winds we had it just kept going and eventually stopped in the middle of the road. After she put her thing away she just looked at the cart, got in her car and drove away. Bitch. Then when I came out of Target I saw 5 cars swerve around another cart sitting in the middle of the road. I stopped my car, got out and pushed it to one of the cart holders. Lazy bastards.

Pumpin' Iron

Lately I've been having issues. Food issues, again. I might go sign up at the gym tomorrow. I feel fat. I think I look fat. I want to be skinny. Super super skinny. I want to have my clavicle bones popping out of my chest. When is it that I'll feel comfortable in my own skin.

My family must be so proud with what I'm doing with my life

The other day one of the boys needed to use the bathroom. I let them go alone and they call when their done. He was in there for a couple of minutes so I went to check on him. One sentence came out of my mouth that I never thought I would ever say.

"Hey, what are doing? Get your head out of the toilet!"

AHHH..yes.

Maybe I should have just went to college.

Blonde moment #56,932

If you read my last post you noticed that I went to Boston this weekend. While there, actually in Cambridge, I went to one of my favorite stores-Urban Outfitters. I love love love all the clothes there but have never actually bought anything until yesterday. I went to the clearance area and saw these super cute green velvet shoes. I saw the great price of $4.99 and decided to buy them. The shoes were all seperated so I had to dig and dig to try and find two size 7's. The people around me probably thought I was a big freak, digging through that bin like none other. I found two size 7's and took them up to the nice bitchy lady at the register. She rang me up and to my delight the shoes were actually half off..go me! Last night I get home and decide to try them on and see how they look. I take the left shoe out and try it on and then I go back for the other shoe and pull out another freakin' left foot. I bought two left shoes....ha. I don't think I'm going to take them back, I think I'm just going to wear them like they are. Me and my hot green shoes.

Purple ribbon wearers

I travelled to Boston yesterday. My fragile little body was numb to the 20 degree weather outside. I can't believe people actually live up here. Weirdos. It is a very nice city though, from what I saw. We walked around some mall thing with stores like Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and other fancy shmancy stores. There was some kind of high school Jazz festival going on so there were hundreds of high schoolers walking around in their band clothes. Thats funny to me and I don't know why. After walking around the rich mall I decided that I wanted to go see Harvard. We went to Harvard and snapped some pictures. I chased guys around Harvard asking them questions but they all seemed in such a rush. Actually most people seemed very hurried in this town. No time to talk to me? Pssh. I think I might go back in next weekend by myself. My one friend here is going to L.A. for the week, lucky. We have gotten like 15 inches of snow today so I would love to be going back to Cali to visit.

bitch and moan

I don't know what the hell got into the kids tonight but whatever it is needs to get the fuck out. The coughs need to go as well.

Dear Diary

I saw you looking at our table for at least a half an hour. You would look over and then talk to your friend. Your table had a lot of people at it-5 guys and 3 girls. I could tell your friend was giving you pointers on what to say to me. You both would look over and talk, don't be so obvious next time. Then one of the girls at your table would wonder what you were talking about and eventually she would look over. I pretended to watch the Superbowl, but I could see what was going on. I'm smart like that.

By the time you got up the courage to come over the butterflies in my stomache had gone down. I'm not very good at the whole meeting new people thing. You didn't walk straight to my table, instead you walked behind in and then finally to it. Nerves I guess. You were drunk and you had a very think New England accent so I couldn't hardly make out what you were saying. You asked me who I was rooting for. Seattle...duh. How could you not tell by all the "fucks" that were coming out of my mouth at the damn refs. You then asked me if I had been watching ESPN lately. No, I haven't. I've been wiping asses all day long, I don't have time to watch ESPN. I almost started asking you questions but I could tell you were embarrassed and you sort of walked away. It made me sad. Come back again drunk guy.

Brokeback smokestack

I've now survived for two whole weeks. The transition between nannies has been very rough for the kids. Their old nanny was with them for almost 2 years so they don't quite know what to think of me yet. A lot of testing has also been going on. They want to see how far they can push me before I'll say something. I love the beginning phases of getting the children to like you. They also love Zaboomafoo which is driving me up the wall. Who in the hell thinks of these shows.

Last night I went out with some other nannies around the area. We went to this little supermarket and one of them bought some cigs. I was just standing there but for some reason the cashier carded me as well. It was a lady cashier and it happened to have the biggest mustache I've ever seen on a woman.

We then went to see Brokeback Mountain. I was so excited to see it because it's supposed to be this great film but I was kinda bummed. It was so freakin' long I that I almost left. We kept thinking it was going to end but it just kept having another scene after another. The scenery was beautiful though and it reminded me of home. *tear*

Is it Monday

It's been one of those days. 2 of the kids didn't get dressed until after 2:30. Oh well. At least I got dressed today. 4 kids is chaos. I feel like I have no control sometimes but I guess I have to let that go.

Which way will I go

I went to church yesterday for the first time in like a year. I've been to some Mormon churches between that time but they are to crazy for me so I don't count them. I've never really gotten the meaning of church. I know you are supposed to feel this deep connection with God but I've never had that. I sit there listening to the pastor and start daydreaming about what kind of things I might buy at Target when I go later. Then the pastor talks about how people need to start giving more money. I hate that.

I'm confused on the whole religion aspect I guess. I want to believe there is something more but I just haven't been convinced in the right way.

NOT in the job description

Chasing after kids who decided that their fingers would make excellent toilet paper for their poo

Broccoli-Brocolli

I made it. I'm exhausted from the past two days so this will be kinda short. Going from lounging around all day to looking after four kids is quite a challenge, who would have thought? The kids are adorable so that makes it a little easier. As we were eating dinner tonight I was trying to coax one of them into eating their broccoli. I told him his stomache loves broccoli so he should eat it. He then explained to me that his stomache doesn't like broccoli and it makes it burp. I thought that was pretty funny, but maybe it's just because I'm super tired.

Worn me down

Tomorrow I'm leaving. It's kind of surreal that I'm actually doing this whole thing again. After my last experience I said I would never do it again. I figure if I survived the last job, this job should be easy. I just started packing, its not going very well. Packing away my things knowing that I'm going to be moving all the way across the freakin' country. I see the look on my Moms face and I can tell she doesn't want me to leave. I need to leave for me. Her health is not very good and I'm worried that somethings going to happen when I'm gone. I just can't sit here and wait for it to happen. Wish me luck.

Days and Days

The week with my sister and family was great. Couldn't have been better. My Aunt, Uncle and cousin are awesome! It was so nice to see them after so many years. My Aunt and I made a pact that the next time we saw each other we would go get tattoos. My Uncle doesn't like this idea, but his face was priceless when we told him our plan. We also played a crazy amount of Cranium. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Laughing does the body good.

Saying good bye to my nieces was rough. I didn't cry, amazingly. I had just spilt coffee all over myself, maybe thats why. Now I have only 4 days left before leaving. I have soooo much to do including writing thank you notes for Christmas gifts. I'm horrible at things like that.

Fading

Tomorrow I will be going up to Washington to visit my sister, brother-in-law, and two nieces before I leave for the East Coast. I wish my nieces could live closer because I enjoy every single minute I spend with those girls. And they love me too, because I buy them cool toys such as drums. I don't know if I will have the opportunity to see them again before Christmas, and even then I might not be flying back for Christmas.

It will be hard not seeing their little faces for so long.

While at my sisters my Aunt, Uncle and cousin will be there. I've never actually met my Aunt or my cousin. My family says I have, but I don't remember, I think I was like 1. My cousin is now 16-17 so her and I will probably have a lot of catching up to do.

I have an addiction

With a little show on television called The O.C. Seriously...I'm troubled. I can't miss an episode and I've watched seasons 1 and 2 over and over again on my lovely dvd's. I've even started having dreams about the characters. Eek.

Time to sign up for the gym...again

I got the job! People love me, they were throwing job offers at me left and right. Not really, but I can pretend.

This family seems great. I don't think the stories I will be sharing here are going to be like the old ones. I think these ones are going to be happy ones. We can only hope.

So, I'm leaving soon. I will probably have the same feelings for the first couple of weeks.
Think about it...flying to some random persons house to watch their children all the way across the country. Pretty gutsy. At least I'll have lot's of time to think about it on the airplane.

Stay tuned, watching 4 children is going to be fun!

It looks like I won't have to change the name of my blog after all

I've been talking with a new family and it's not certain that I've got the job yet but it looks pretty good.

Rhode Island is close to Montana.....right? I think so.

I couldnt' find anything in Montana so I figured to check out the East Coast for a while. We'll see what happens.

Sweet home Montana

Since turning 19 ( a whole 23 hours ago) my mood has been in the dumps. It hit me hard that I'm 19 and sitting in my Mom's house doing nothing all day. With that...I've started looking at moving back to Montana. I want and need to get on with my life and I don't think this is the place to do it. So for the next couple of days I'll be searching for something...anything.

We all struggle with forward motion

My mom didn't plan my birth very well. Tomorrow is my birthday and sometimes I wish it wasn't. I don't like having my birthday so close to Christmas and I feel even worse for those with birthdays on Christmas. People seem to forget about you. Most are usually recovering from a hangover on my birthday.

I wanted to be born in summer. That way, we would have Christmas and get presents and then half-way through the year I'd get another dose. And yes, this is all about presents. (Jokes).

My birthday has been getting better as I'm getting older. I party more and care less about presents. I don't even know if I'll be able to keep my eyes open until midnight. How sad is that. Getting older is scaring the shit out of me. Tomorrow I will be 19! Eeek.

I'm disappointed in you IGA

I love grapes. So today when we went to our local grocery store I *had* to buy grapes. These grapes are huge, almost the size of golfballs. The sign above them also said they were seedless. Heaven, right? Not quite. I bit into one of these juicy grapes and I think I chipped my tooth on a seed. A Freakin' SEED! Does that stop me from eating them? Nope...I just molest them to try and get the seeds out, three to be precise. Who actually eats seedy grapes anymore?

I might have to put movie watching on hold for awhile

I must attract the most annoying people at movie theatres. My Aunt and I went and saw King Kong today. A hispanic couple came and sat down next to us after the movie started and would. not. stop. talking. It seemed like the girl didn't understand English so her boyfriend was translating it for her. I almost flipped my shit but I didn't, I remained calm. That is until the last 15 minutes of the movie. It wasn't the hispanic couple this time, it was a little boy sitting kitty-corner from me. He was coughing. Loudly. Hacking up a freakin' lung in the theatre when King Kong is grabbing at the airplanes in the sky. I dealt with the coughing, but then he started hawking loogies (I have no idea how you spell that). He hawked his loogies and spit them in his cup. Over and Over. His friend then took his cup away so he started spitted them on the floor. I freaked out. This kid is like 8, no parent in the whole theatre, and he's spitting his nasty ass boogers on the floor. I didn't even get to enjoy the last 15 minutes of the movie because I was to focused on this little freak. C'mon people. Teach your kids some damn manners.

Zapatos

Ever since the latest Harry Potter came out my Mom and I have been wanting to go see it. Today we got that opportunity. I was so stoked on seeing this movie because I'm a huge loser. We got to the theatre 20 minutes early and picked our seats. After awhile I got this big whiff of nasty rank feet smell. Someone had taken off their shoes and the smell was overwhelming. People, please leave your effin' shoes on in a public place. I wanted to vomit.

Sorry about the cookies Santa

My sister, her husband and my two nieces came down for Christmas. It's been a lot of fun having the girls here to play with and to watch them light up about Santa coming. Of course that's all we hear about is Santa and opening presents. Over and over again.

I got a box yesterday from my step-mom (she's not my step-mom anymore but I still love her). As I was beginning to open it my niece came over and was all excited. I guess I wasn't opening it fast enough for her because in a huffy little voice she said Aww...Gosh, Open it already. At least she's at an age where those kind of remarks are still cute.

Break time

Have a great holiday with whatever y'all are celebrating.

I'll be back after Christmas

Blast from the not-so-long-ago past

In between Gilmore Girls re-runs and taking my daily nap I decided to go through some old pictures of me.


So this is me eating oreos, peas and what looks to be a pot sticker. Quite gross.

And here I am on the beach with a cheesy smile.

And this is one of my favorites. Very 90's outfit and I rocked it! Look at those socks...I still wear them like that.

And back to napping.

I'm growing up

I have a question. A very important question.

At what age is it appropriate to start cursing in front of your parents? I obviously don't think it's appropriate for under 17 but after that...I'm lost. My mom cusses, not very often, but I don't think she would react if I dropped the "s" bomb in front of her.

What shall I do? Just walk into the room one day and loudly express that I am indeed old enough to start incorporating bad words into my conversations.

Why don't they teach this in high school.

buzzin

I am the type of person who thinks caffeine doesn't affect me. I could drink 8 dr.peppers...still the same person. Have to pee a lot..but that's the only difference.

Last night I was talking with a friend on the internet. It was 11 o'clock, and I was thirsty so I grabbed this old latte thingy from Starbucks off of the counter and started drinking.

I didn't go to sleep until after 3 o'clock this morning. My eyes were tired, my body was tired, but my mind was running laps around the fucking room. It sucked.

Lesson Learned: Don't drink coffee at 11 o'clock at night. It does affect you even though you think it doesn't.

I'm still laughing

My Mom brought over a holiday magazine last night that you could order things from. She wanted me to explain this picture.
I've seen a lot of nativities, but I havn't seen any quite like this before.

I am SO going to buy it.

See that little boy and the sheep? I have no clue what they are doing, but it's funny as hell.

Here we go

Oregon is a very interesting state. It's a culture shock coming up from California. The people go shopping in their pajamas. They barely have any teeth. They think couches look good in their yard. It's kind of nice actually, because now I don't really have to get myself "made-up" to go anywhere. I can just blend in without feeling odd.

Theres also a down-side to this. Yesterday I decided to get half-way "made-up" and go to the city with my friend/cousin for shopping and a movie. (I saw Aeon Flux, It rocked!) We walked a bit, shopped a lot and sat down for lunch to talk. We discussed how everybody was looking at us and wondered if we had toilet paper hanging off of our shoes. Nope...we looked fine. The staring continued.

After the movie I decided I pulled in to the little lot next to this white minivan filled with guys, not very nice looking guys. Oregon is also a state where they pump the gas for you (the hell?) but I was confused so decided to get out and investigate. As I was getting out apperently I was being stared at by all of the humans in the minivan. They don't do it subtly either...Its some big. ass. staring going on. Jesus people.

And today at Wally-world I was sitting in the car talking with my Mom and this guy was sitting in a blazer kitty corner from us....staring! Forever! I finally drove away because I'm tired of people staring at me. I'm not that fucking pretty. But in Oregon...maybe I am.

Mourning my future

If you would have asked me three years ago where I wanted to be today...This would not be it.

My step-mom recently sent me my yearbook from the high school I attended up until halfway through my junior year. All I could do was cry. Looking at everyones senior pictures with their fake smiles plastered all over the place made me actually miss high school.

Why did my "dad" have to pull me out and make me homeschool a year and a half before I graduated? I wanted to graduate. I wanted to continue going to school...but no, he had to go and screw things up for me because he wanted to live closer to his girlfriend.

I wanted to go to college. I wanted to become a nurse. Those things are now becoming more of a dream, slipping further and further away.

I'm strong though and I will go on to accomplish the things that I've set before myself. It just might take me a little longer than my high school peers.

By the way...After looking through the yearbook I noticed that the "popular" girls got really ugly since I left. Ha! Bitches.

Whatevah

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I just had this amazing post typed up(yeah right) and for some reason when I clicked on spellcheck, cause I'm a dumbass, my whole post disappeared.

Fuck that...I'm grabbing a beer and heading to bed.

You will have to wait for my brilliance another day

My exciting life

My life is so boring right now, which I guess is a good thing.

I'm going to look for some job today, fun fun fun. I hate job hunting.

And that pretty much sums up what I've been doing.

Toodles.

Why I am not having kids

I've come down to Oregon now where I will attempt to find a job that doesn't require doing other peoples nappy laundry. The ride down here was of pure hell. A trip that would normally take 3 hours turned into a 6 hour journey. Being stuffed into the back of a two-door jeep thingy with two kids in two huge carseats is NOT fun.

Before we hit Portland both of the girls had shit their pants. I passed out from the fumes so I can't really recall what happened after that. All I remember is the driver did not stop before going into Portland and could not stop while in Portland so we had to drive all the way through Portland before changing shitty diapers. Brilliant. My sister and her husband are freakin brilliant.

On to Today...which was Thanskgiving. Last Thanksgiving I was on a plane from San Diego all day so my dinner consisted of pretzels. Today, I made up for last year. We only had like 10 people there so it was very quiet. My family gets a little crazy so having a nice relaxing time is unbelievable. My sister and her husband were not there...thats why.

Can I just say that I'm not used to these freezing temperatures yet. Going from 80 degrees to 30 degrees is quite a shock.

Mall Rats

My sister and I ventured to the mall today because I seriously need to get. out. of. this. house.

We walked around staring at the people staring at us. I guess they stare because I'm so freakin hot. Anyways, were walking and I see this old guy ahead of us with a camera. He's standing in front of Victorias Secret taking pictures of the barely dressed mannequins but he's trying to be sneaky about it. Whenever someone walks past he puts his camera down and starts looking around. Uhh...dude...thats gross and wierd and wrong and I can totally see what you're doing.

x-mas

So my sister is a little excited about Christmas which caused her to put her tree up like a month ago.

I was bored last night and started playing around with my camera. Here's a shot I got of the lights. Pretty weird huh?

Sisterly love

Staying with my sister has been an interesting experience. Her and I are opposite of each other...very opposite. I've been trying not to gouge my eyeballs out, but it has been tough.

We'll see what else happens while I'm here.

Teaching my nieces naughty words

I made it to Washington! Alive!

I'm staying with my sister for a week and visiting my nieces. I'm having a lot of fun. My nieces are great. Can't you tell?



No really, they are





Off to play!

Here birdy, birdy, birdy

I just flipped three people off while driving over the course of 15 minutes

I think I met my quota for the day

Stupid. California. Drivers.

I will be free tomorrow!

I'm exhausted. I didn't think trying to pack all my shit would be this tiring, but it is. I have 4 suitcases that each weigh over 40 pounds and I shipped two boxes home that weighed 20 pounds each. I have obviously collected a lot of crap while I've been down here.

I also made the mistake of watching Laguna Beach on Monday night. This was the episode where everyone was leaving for college and saying good-bye and crying, and oh my god, I was crying so hard. I'm such a loser.

Why now

My Mom informed me last night that she needs a heart transplant. She also said that if something happens to her I need to take care of my step-dad.

Shes 44....nothing better happen to her. I need my Mom.

It's just emotions takin' me over

I am an emotional wreck. I just hear the word "leaving" and I start balling my eyes out.

Yesterday my friends and I went to San Fran. We took a little book I had of the "non-touristy" places and headed into the castro district. If you do not know what the castro district is, let me just say there is a lot of rainbow flags flying around. (Nothin' wrong with that)

We started looking around for some shops that were in the book, but we couldn't find any. No big deal. Then we started searching for the fantastic resteraunt we were going to eat dinner at. It's called the Zodiak Club and it was supposed to serve food according to your zodiak sign and the decor was supposed to be awesome! But we couldn't find it. We found where it was supposed to be, but it wasn't there anymore. Then I decided to check and see when the book was published. It was published in 2001! 4 forkin years ago. Hello...blonde moment. No wonder we couldn't find any of the stores. Jesus. But we did find one store.

I don't recall what the name of this store was, but we liked the slogan on the window. If you can't read it, it says "Tested on boyfriends, not animals". Heh.

So instead of going to our cool resteraunt, we went to The Cheesecake factory for dinner and dessert. The places was packed! We waited an hour and 45 minutes just to get a table. But the cheesecake was delicious, and our waiter was hot. While at dinner my friends gave me a scrapbook of pictures and notes of things we've done while I've been here. I coudln't read it at dinner because I knew I would start to cry, so I read it when I got home. The notes that they wrote me were so incredibley nice. I cried and cried and cried.

I have a feeling the next few days will be filled with this sort of emotion.

Death by cheesecake

Tomorrow is going to be my last trip to SF. but that is not the important thing. The important thing is that I will be going to The Cheesecake Factory for the first time.

I love cheesecake.

Cheesecake and I are lovers.

I just hope I can contain myself enough and not try every-single-piece of cheesecake they offer...because I totally might.

Reflecting.

11 months. That's how long I've been this familys bitch. But not anymore. I'm free-well almost.

I thought this experience would be so much more different than it has been. I had my expectations set a little bit to high.

Being a nanny is fucking hard. I don't know what the hell I was thinking when I took this job. Everybody says that being a Mom/Dad is the the toughest job in the world. I totally agree, but let's add nanny into that equation as well. At least with your own kids you can tell them to shut the hell up, but I can't do that with these kids. I have to respect the little demons, even though they could give two shits about me.

I also have to deal with the screwy parents. Ones that tell me they would like their daughter to read everyday after school for 20 minutes. But today, when the oh-so-wonderful-nanny, asks the little girl to read something snaps, and the girl turns into a raging hormonal bitch. She even goes as far as calling me a butthole. (ouch!) I call up her mother (thinking she would yell at girl and tell her to get her ass moving on the whole reading thing) but instead, Host mom decides that girl doesn't have to read. What-huh? The whole reading situation is what made girl grow devil horns and now she doesn't have to read? Lovely. Let me just drop this child off at your work and you can have the pleasure of dealing with her.

Anyways...oh yes, I'm supposed to be telling you about the great year I had in California. Hmmmmmm, well. I met some great people, smoked some fine green(just kidding Mom), and got wasted on more than one occasion. I think my 11 months have been a success!

I'm ready to leave though. I know I'm going to cry when I say goodbye and I'll tell them all that I'm going to miss them. And I will, for about 20 minutes. My flight next Thursday was the earliest flight I could get. That should tell them something, right? Something like-she must want to get the fuck outta here.

So Goodbye, for now.

The Golden Gate is truly behind all this fog

My brain is mush from trying to get everything done before I leave in 9 days!

The thought of taking a bath skeeves me out. I just cannot get over the fact that you are sitting in your own dirty water.

Does this make me weird?

Frick

After dropping out of high school my junior year and quickly moving to another city I lost touch with a lot of my good friends. One of my best friends was Brittney. Her and I were friends since 7th grade. She has this huge laugh that would get everybody else laughing as well.

When I got a job at a craft store I learned that Brittney worked there as well. Our boss lovingly nick-named us Frick and Frack. We were the youngest two working in this store and we had a blast. The store closed at 9 pm but then we had to stay until 10:30 to clean it up. Usually it was only one person but on occasion Frick and I would be together for closing. We never actually got a whole lot done in the closing time because we would be playing hide-and-go seek in the store. She used to scare the shit out of me sometimes by coming up behind me when I was putting away fabric.

After I quit the job at the fabric store I got some news about Brittney. Apparently there had been an undercover cop in our high school who was going to parties and eventually busted a whole bunch of kids for illegal activities. Brittney was the only girl to get arrested out of, I think, 16 people. I never spoke to her after this happened. Not because I didn't want to, but because I didn't know how to get a hold of her.

I still think about her, and her laugh. I have a lot of friends I've lost touch with and it kills me everyday.

My Doorbell

"I've been thinkin about my doorbell, when yah gonna ring it, when yah gonna ring it"

This song by the Whitestripes has become my new favorite song of the day.

Question though-Are Jack and Meg married?


***I'm off to see Jarhead tonight, hopefully its good.

Dear Santa

All I want for Christmas is a fairly tall, dark haired male. He needs to have great eyes and the ability to make me laugh until it hurts (which doesn't take much).

Thats all I want, I'm tired of hanging around girls.

Men

People need to start learning to pick up their own shit.

Don't leave your nappy socks laying around, put them in the dirty clothes bin.

Pick up your own damn plate after eating a meal and put it in the sink.

When you decide to "clean out" your room, don't just throw everything at the bottom of the stairs and call it good.

After going through the mail don't just leave the junk mail scattered about all over the floor.

Sadly you have passed these horrible traits onto your children. BUT...I'm leaving in 16 days so I don't have to deal with it anymore.

I'm sick from eating to much candy

I went to a Halloween party on Saturday night dressed up as a knight. The party was lame but I had a good time talking with my friends.

Yesterday the kids and I attempted to carve a pumpkin. What a sad pumpkin it was.



Both Boy and Girl went with friends so Host Mom and I stayed home to pass out candy. We only had a handful of trick-or-treaters which was sad. We could hear kids pass by the house but they didn't want to come to the door because it was to "spooky". It's Halloween kids, you're supposed to be scared. So they all went to the friendly old neighbors house. Oh well...more candy for me.

Pot smoking and Male Strippers

The Foozer tour is officially over. Oakland was the last stop for these two bands.

The show fucking rocked! This was by far the best concert I have ever been to.

We'll start with Weezer. These guys are hot. Nerdy Hot. Rivers, the lead singer, can't dance worth shit. It's funny to try and watch him though. He's hopping/jumping around stage. I laughed my ass off.

When they started singing their song "We are all on drugs" you should have seen the massive amount of lighters that went *poof* and then joints and bongs started making their way through the crowd. It was crazy.

The final song they sang was "Buddy Holly". Six males also joined them onstage. Halfway through these six males started stripping. AHHH..yeah! They stripped until they were only wear these little sock-thongs. Then they started shaking their asses. HAHA...it was funny.
We later found out the the Foo Fighters had hired these strippers for Weezer as a prank since this was the last show.

Weezer:



On to the Foo Fighters. Can I just say that Dave Grohl's hair is...well....awesome.

Foo Fighters rocked, seriously rocked. I was in awe pretty much the whole time.

Dave Grohl-if you want me to have your babies, I will...I promise.

Sadly not as much pot smoking during their performance but the drinking was rather abundant. We also didn't get to see any male strippers but we did get to hear Dave talk a lot. He likes to say Fuck. I officially love him.

Foo Fighters:

My name is Jonas

I have a date tonight with:

Foo Fighters. Weezer. and Hot Hot Heat

It's gonna be fun!

Wholly Mammoth?

Okay, after reading my last post I think I was wrong in calling girl "stupid". But something is wrong with her in the learning department. She needs help. For your viewing pleasure I will type up her story that she needed to write and give me your thoughts. Personally, this story looks like a 1st grader wrote it.

The Lost Costume

On Sunday, October 31, 2004, I was looking for my Haloween costume. So I started looking for my costume, I went down stairs and looked in the laundry room, no not there. Is it in the kichen, no. maybe my mom put it in the closet. So I opened the door slowely and walked in and AHHHHH HHHELLLPPP! Thump I went on the ground.

Gross there is this mucky green stickey mush on the ground, so I stood you tried to wipe the gunk off. So I kept creeping around, and there was graffiti all over the walls, and a picture of a clown too. There was a lot of garbage, and spit balls. There was also blood dripping from the ceiling, and the plants growing out of the walls. So I just kept walking, and on the left of me there was a Wholly Mammonth and flies all over it. Then something pulled me to the wall, and choked me, so I kicked it and it went away, well that's what I thought, then I heared a bell like the sound in a wrestling mach ding, ding. So I pretended to wrestled the ghost.......after a while I was taken by the hand, and it was shoken by some thing. Then this door led open and led me to the costume.

After I climbed out of the "closet" I took a shower, and got chaned to go trick or treating!

Good Lord! That was hard for me to type with all the mistakes. I feel bad for girl. This is acceptable work in her eyes. Her parents and I are stuck with what to do with her. I don't know anymore.

Tyra, what will I do without you

The Child Development class I took in high school is not helping me out at all. At 10 years old, kids are still supposed to be loving, gentle, creatures. I don't know what the fuck happened in girls gene-pool but she's one crazy, pyscho bitch.

Today for the first time I actually remained calm during her meltdowns and mood-changes. I spoke to her in a non-harsh tone and stood my ground. She needed to study for her social studies test tomorrow before she got on the computer to do homework due next week. She didn't like that idea so she pissed and moaned all afternoon. She told me numerous times to "just shut up already" and "you're annoying". I just let those phrases roll of me. Karma is a bitch and one day I have a feeling it's going to bite her in the ass.

So now I'm off of work and the one and only thing I would like to do is sit and watch America's Next Top Model in the family room. Can I do it?? NOOOO. Girl is in there finally studying for her stupid god damn test and won't leave the room. I asked her if she could study up-stairs, or in the living room or dining room but she won't move. Bitch.

I hope she fails tomorrow, I really do. Maybe that will teach her a lesson.
And she probably will fail because she's not very good at school work..hah!

Smile

Piss me off

You know what I hate...folding sheets.

I just don't understand the whole process and they always end up looking like shit. My philosophy: Roll them in a ball and toss them in cupboard.

I hate it, I hate it, I hate it

Phat or Fat

I was a little hesistant to write this post because of the critiscism I might recieve, but what the hell...I need to tell somebody.

I've always had a problem with how I view myself weight wise. I think I'm fat. At 5' 7'' weighing 145 pounds most people see me as average. I acually got up to 150 pounds and thats when I decided to lose weight. Right now I'm at 135...I lost 15 pounds. Most people say I look really good right now but I still feel fat. Grossly fat.

For the past few months I've been *trying* to eat as healthy as possible but every once in awhile I get this urge to binge. Last night for example I ate four pieces of pizza. I NEVER eat four pieces of pizza. I felt disusting afterwards and when I went to the bathroom I wanted to throw-up. The throw-up urge has hit me on more than one occasion. I'm scared I'm going to give in. I also went into the backyard and ran around the pool I don't know how many times wanting to rid my body of the calories I just consumed. I hate running as well...so why am I doing this to myself.

For now...I'll weigh myself on the scale 25 times a day and become even more neurotic about losing more weight. Uggh.

30 days

It's Fo Sho...I'm leaving in a month.

I'm still shocked that I'm actually leaving. This has been my life for the last 10 months and I'm so used to it now. Right now things around the house are fairly well. No big fights and no big complaints. Just when we all got used to one another, I'm leaving.

I'm happy to go, but sad as well. The kids have made me cry soooo many times yet I'll miss them sooooo much. They've grown a lot since I've been here.

Today they both asked me if the new nanny will listen to rock music like I do when I drive them places. They love my rock music. Boy also asked if she will be able to make the specail mac-n-cheese that he loves so much. I don't know kids...

I hope she's good to them.

Domino.

I went and saw this movie last night. GREAT movie.


Y'all should go see it.

Friday FunDay

Here are 10 things you probably never knew (or wanted to know) about me:

1) I was born on New Years Day, and my best friend was born on New Years Eve

2) I have never met my real dad but the guy I consider my dad I don't talk to anymore

3) I once had a snowball fight with friends from midnight until 6 oclock in the morning

4) I slept outside one night with no blanket and no pillows...in Montana

5) I have been within 3 feet of one huge ass Grizzly Bear ( I was in a car..but still)

6) I was on the debate team in high school and made a boy cry during one of our rounds

7) I have been to 21 states and 5 countries

8) I'm allergic to Sour Patch Kids (but I love them)

9) I miss Montana

10) I cut the tip of my finger once with electric pruning shears. It was danglin' by a thread of skin

AND...that's all for today!

You think you know, but you have NO idea

When I first got this job I had about two days with the nanny that was leaving. She showed me what to do and things around town. We went out to lunch and talked and she told me stories about the "real" family I would soon be working for.

Things are going to be diffrent this time. I got an e-mail from Host Mom yesterday asking if I would mind leaving the same day as the new nanny arrived. Her reasoning was that girl didn't like sharing her room last time with the old nanny because I had taken old nanny's bedroom. I guess me sleeping on girl's floor would cause maybe household drama, therefore I should leave.

I'm fine with leaving the same day, but I'm scared of what the new nanny is going to be going through. Host Dad is going to be showing her how to do the job, showing her around town, eating lunch..yada yada yada. If a whole week with him doesn't make her want to leave then she's one tough chick.

But now I'm curious. Why don't they want me showing her the job and all the other stuff. If it's only because girl doesn't want me sleeping in her bedroom then theres other places to sleep in the house.

Maybe it's because I would tell the new nanny to just go back home....everything is not as it seems.

Is someone getting the best of you

Today as I was waiting for the kids to get out of school I watched a mother get rather annoyed with her child. She had dropped an envelope while carrying her other child and wanted her little boy to pick it up. Her son bent down, picked up the envelope and then accidentally dropped it. She got quite irratated and started saying to him that he needed to use both hands and to just hand her the envelope. I started thinking to myself that him dropping the envelope again wasn't that big of a deal and the lady just needed to calm down. I judged her...without even knowing her story.

When the kids and I made it home from school I told boy that he needed to get ready for swim practice. He usually whines and complains about going and today was the same thing. He started repeating over and over again that he wasn't going. To me there was no discussion-I said you are going to swim practice so therefore you are going to swim practice. He continued testing my patience. He just stood at the table and played with an eraser...just standing there...annoying me further.

He did finally make it up to his bedroom but when he didn't come back down I went upstairs to investigate. He was just sitting there sucking on his shirt(gross). I finally was to the point of yelling so I decided to give him three options.

-Go play outside(so you don't piss me off even further)
-Give me your gameboy and stay in your room(again...no bugging me)
-Go swimming

He just sat there again...but smiling this time. SO...I decided to go with another approach. I told him that he had 5 seconds to choose one. I started counting. I STARTED COUNTED. TO AN 8 YEAR OLD. I'm turning into my Mom. When I got to 4 he choose to go swimming. Swimming. The very event we had been fighting about for 20 minutes.

Children. They get the best the of me. The probably get the best of you as well. Sometimes when arguing with them I don't know who I've become. They make me reach into parts of my personality that I would rather not reach into.

So this Mom that I was talking about in the beginning...are her children getting the best of her? Probably. And thats okay. It happens to the best of us.

Cardboard boxes are spacious...right?

I'm freaking out. TOTALLY Freaking out.

I'm going to be leaving this family at the end of December and I don't know what the hell I'm going to be doing after that. That scares me. I know I want to move to the Portland area, but then what? I need to get an apartment, a car, a job....and I have no money.

The anal plan freak in me is scared shitless.


So what do I do?


***Now I might be leaving at the end of next month!!! AHHHH!!!

Over the river and through the woods to psycho Grandmas house we go

Why does my family have to be so weird. Its not my immediate family, thank god, but more like my *Grandmas by marriage* that are just plain out of touch.

Today I got a letter in the mail from my step-dads mom whom I've met once and have really never talked to, but she sent me a letter. A full two page letter. After reading it I wanted to gouge my eyeballs out but I couldn't because I was laughing so hard as to why she wrote me.

Get this....She wrote me about cleaning out her freezer room. TWO PAGES. I'm stunned. Purely stunned. I called my step-dad and told him about his mom and he said...yeah, I got one of those letter too. Even more unbelievable. Who else did she send this letter to.

On to my other Grandmother. She sends me letters all the time as well, but in poem form. The last poem I got was about celebrities naming their children weird names. Who the hell would write a poem about this stuff? My Grandma. AND...she wears hoochie clothes. I won't be seen with her because she is usually exposing her ass and her wrinkly breasts. Gag.

In comparison to my family I think I've turned out alright considering what I'm up against.

Trust me..I am a blonde

And now...What $150 gets you at the hair salon:




TA DAAAA... I LOVE IT. When somebody sees me there reaction is "Holy Shit". HEHE....

I realize this photo is fuzzy but it's just showing how much of a true rockstar I am.

Hopefully darker hair will make me look less pale

Blonde. That's what I've been for all of my life (except that time my sister and I tried to dye my hair auburn but it turned orange). I'm getting tired of the blonde though. I planned to dye my hair darker like 9 months ago but as soon as I moved to California that idea went down the poop shoot. I think it's actually illegally to be brunette in California. But now...it's time. Next Tuesday I will officially become a brunette. *GASP*

I'm scared though. I've had a few bad haircuts and I never want to go back to looking like I had a mullet. But I'm trusting in these people. I'm also going to be paying them over $150 so it better make me look DAMN GOOD. The last haircut and highlights I got cost me $110 and I was not happy so I hope paying $50 more will work.

Now I need to go spend the last few days with my highlighted blonde hair and dirty blonde roots...excuse me.

Hammer Strength

I usually work out most nights around 8 o'clock but today I got a wild hair to go work out a 8 in the morning. BAD IDEA. I was sooo tired after only like 5 minutes on the eliptical that I wanted to quit. I didn't...I stayed on that damn machine for 22 minutes but it was pure hell.

OH...and what happened to this "you'll be happy after you work out because endorphins are released". Didn't work. I was so bitchy I seriously wanted to tackle the next person who walked by me with a smile on their face. Obviously I'm missing some endorphins.

I knew working out wasn't good for you.

California

My friends and I went down to Santa Cruz yesterday to watch the sunset.

I'm starting to feel like I'm one of the kids on Laguna Beach...eek!

Enjoy-

The Real Law and Order

It has been an interesting and exhausting week.

Going through the jury selection process for a murder trial is not fun. I'm not on the jury though....phew.

My mind is mush from going through the process though and I was this close to being on the jury but I told them I didn't know if I could handle looking at all the crime scene photos. The prosecution lady let me go.

I'm off the the beach to go watch the sunset with friends.

Hope everyone had a great weekend!

I need an edumacation

I think just living in a box down by the river for the rest of my life would be nice. I've been thinking I need to start college next year but after looking at a couple of schools my mind is numb.

I went to public school until halfway through my junior year when I dropped out and started home-schooling myself and eventually got my diploma. I never took the SAT's or the ACT's. I never completed two years of a foreign language and now It looks as though I'm fucked. These two schools I've been looking at want both of these things. Uhhh...Why?

I find it very weird that we have to be tested when we come out of high school just so that we can go to college. The people who want to go to college should be able to go to college without having to take a freakin test.

So now I sit here wondering what the hell I am going to do with my life come March when I'm leaving California. Maybe I should just become a stripper.

Grumpy Gills

I'm not a morning person at all.

I would be much happier if people just wouldn't talk to me until like 10 am. Today when I walked downstairs I had a nice little note telling me that host dad couldn't drive himself to the freakin doctors so I had to while trying to get the kids ready for school and leave 15 minutes before we regularly do. Great.

Girl was cranky, boy was in his room not wanting to come out and host dad was being lame and dramatic.

If the morning starts out like this I know the rest of the day is pretty much going to be shitty.

I love Mondays

If you want to destroy my sweater

I just got tickets for the Foo Fighters/Weezer concert

Weee!

You're joking...Right?

Something happened of while we were on the East Coast that just changed my perception of the family I am currently nannying for.

After being in Virginia for a few days we went to see a harp recital at the church in Williamsburg. While walking back Host Mom approached me and told me that Host Dad was upset at me because he doesn't think I'm doing what was expected of me. This pissed me off. We never set expectations before we went on vacation so I was just helping out where I needed to and watching the kids. I guess that wasn't good enough for them.

After we got back to the condo I sat down with them to talk about this. Host Mom started talking about how she's cooked dinner for the past two nights (soo..?) and one night she dirtied the microwave and wanted me to clean it up but didn't know how to ask. I thought she was joking at first, because really, what person asks someone else to clean up their mess in the microwave? But she wasn't joking.

SHE WANTED ME TO CLEAN UP HER MESS IN THE MICROWAVE! What the hell?

This is one of the most bizarre things I've had happen since I've lived with these people.

Berzerkley

My cool new boyfriend

Grey Gooser

Yesterday after finishing her homework girl decided that she wanted to draw me my "dream house". I told her I wanted a three story house, 7 bedrooms, and no kids. She was drawing away for like a half an hour when she came over and told me about the first floor. She's pointing out the kitchen, the study, the 15,000 plasma t.v.'s. I see this weird room and I ask her what that room is for. She told me thats where I'm going to keep all my vodka and beer.

She knows me to well.

Teenagers, Damn Teenagers

After getting back from vacation I recieved a lovely piece of mail which had the big words JURY SUMMONS written on it. I knew what this meant. Jury Duty!

I took the letter to my bosses and told them that I was being summoned for jury duty later this month. They pretty much jumped down my throat wondering how in the earth they were going to work this out, because yah know, they can't survive without me. I just let it go but I sat down and talked to Host Dad about it the next day.

After I asked him what the plan was he gets into this big long lecture about how he doesn't understand why 18 year olds are allowed to be on a jury in the first place and that these teenagers don't know what the hell they're doing and they can't decide a persons fate and BLAH BLAH BLAH.

It got me thinking though. Do the people I work for really think I'm stupid?

Daytime T.V., Here I come!

First Day of School, O how I love thee

Is it wrong of me to insist to the kids that we get to school 25 minutes early?

Or that when we do get to school I push them out of the car driving away even before the door is fully shut?

Nah, didn't think so.

Ahh, School is starting

Host Mom, Host Dad and I sat down and talked last night. It's so hard talking to people that are so cold and intimidating but I did it. I didn't get to express all my frusturations because I'm sure they would've fired me but I did get a lot out. I told them that I'm tired of cleaning up all their shit. I'm not the damn maid. They said that after being home with the kids for a whole week without a nanny they saw what really goes on. Quite sad that they're just realizing it now.

It also feels good that I told them I'm leaving in six months. I really want to go to college and with this job I'd only be able to take one class a semester. I'd be in college for like 10 damn years...not happening.

So now back into the repetition of everyday life. The kids start school this week, THANK GOD!

The trip up to see my Mom went well. She was a little overwhelmed by all the people which made her a bit crabby. I vowed to send some happy pills for Christmas.

Caroline came up with me to Oregon so we got to go the coast which was really cold but beautiful.



I also got to see my nieces and my older niece and I went shopping together for the day. She's getting to be such a little girl it's crazy. It was sad saying good-bye.

It's to late for this shit

I survived, barely.

We flew into Philly and the moment I walked out of the airport I knew I was doomed. The humidity hit me like a ton of bricks and my mood quickly changed. We were in Philly for two days and looked around, toured some sites...it was pretty fun.

Then we went down to Virginia. Good ol' Virginia. After being there for a week I really don't care if I ever see that damn state again. I thought the humidity in Philly was bad...oh no! You just walk outside in Virginia and you become wet. It's disgusting. Of course Host Dad also insisted that we go see all these freaking museums and pretend colonies during the middle of the day in this type of weather. So Virginia...kiss my ass because I don't ever want to come back.

We stayed in Virginia for like a week, and then we headed up to D.C. We stayed in D.C. for a day. I liked D.C. It was fairly clean and seemed like a pretty good city. After D.C. was NYC. New York rocked. The first day we went out to see the Statue of Liberty. The kids and I got on the boat first and Host mom and dad missed the boat. The kids started crying hysterically and I started bashing my head against the window. But, we survived and later went to the Broadway show Hairspray. That rocked. The last day we just walked around and shopped and stuff.



(More trip pics)

The trip was fun but it's nice to have a little break from the fam for awhile. I sent them an e-mail today explaining that we either need to hire the maid back or pay me more for all the cleaning I do. I also told them that I'm only staying for 6 more months and then I'm gone. They haven't e-mailed me back. We'll see what happens.

I'm tired so I'm out. Goodnight