Vacation is a word that usually makes me as a nanny shudder. So when my host family came up with the idea of going to New Hampshire this past weekend for the oldest childs birthday, fear just kind of swept over me. On vacation schedules just fly out the window which is a great thing for adults, but for kids...it sucks. They act like fucking little brats. But sometimes the parents are worse to deal with than the kids. For instance. On Friday morning we decided to sit down for breakfast. I ordered some awesome banana nut crunch pancakes which I wanted to fully enjoy. But of course 5 minutes into my indulgence two of the kids decided they needed to use the bathroom. My host mom told me that I could have the pleasure of taking them, so I did. As soon as I got back and took a bite another child informed the table that they to had to go to the bathroom. For fucks sake. The mom was now finished with her meal, I was not..but she told me I could take the child to the bathroom. Uhhhhhh.....She was not doing anything besides staring into space and I'm not even halfway done with my breakfast, why couldn't she take him? I take his to the bathroom and after we get back the dad informs us that everybodys done so he's just going to take the kids outside. The host mom then quickly replies that she'll go to to help him. That leaves me, sitting at a huge ass table by myself finishing my breakfast. Nice. I wasn't into that so I just left as well.
The rest of the weekend sucked. Rainy miserable weather. Now I'm tired as shit and have to work this whole next week without really getting a break. Hooray.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
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.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
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.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
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.
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.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
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.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006
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.
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.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
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.
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.
Monday, April 03, 2006
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!
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!
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
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.
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.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
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!
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!
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
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.
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.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
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.
Off to Boston's St. Patricks Day parade tomorrow. We shall see how crazy these people get.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
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.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
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!
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!
Thursday, March 09, 2006
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.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
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.
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.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
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.
*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.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
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.
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