I know I haven't posted in a while, but that's mostly because....er....okay, I won't lie. It's because I'm lazy and forgetful, and forgot to post. Sorry!
Anyways, nothing really interesting has happened the last few days anyway. Besides a few park visits, during one of which, Dorothy decided to hop up on a concrete ledge and perform a show for me, Tin Man, and anyone else watching. It was cute. We took Kohl down some slides, and Dorothy almost lost him when she dropped him after sliding down. Luckily I managed to step on his leash and keep him from going too far. He did comically fall backward when it happened, though. I'm sure it hurt the poor little guy.
On Thursday, Dorothy and I were watching SpongeBob SquarePants (which I watch a lot more now, and I think my IQ has gone down a few points because of it) and we saw a commercial for Polly Pocket. Now, I remember Polly Pocket. As a matter of fact, I still have one of my old Polly Pocket playsets....somewhere. Dorothy mentioned that she wanted one of those (she wants EVERYTHING!) and I told her I used to have one. I explained to her, though, that the one I had was much smaller, and actually fit into my back pocket. Well, sorta. It fit in there until I tried to walk, then it would work its way out and fall to the ground, but still.
That was the main point of Polly Pocket: It was portable. The little people were literally half an inch high, and you could pack them into little cases that looked a lot like an overgrown makeup compact that fit in your mother's purse. I used to love that thing, it was one of my favorite toys.
Unfortunately, there are some pretty dumb children out there, and many kids choked on the little people. Polly Pocket became a choking hazard, and the toys were enlarged.
They are now the size of Barbie's little sister (who's name escapes me).
It almost makes me a little mad, that they did that. Completely change a toy, which was MEANT to be small and portable, simply because children are too stupid to know what not to stick in their mouths, and parents are either too stupid or too distracted to make sure it doesn't happen? I played with my Polly Pocket for years, and never swallowed it. Mainly because...uh, plastic isn't food! It's the same with a lot of the old toys from my childhood. They were all recalled or changed for the worse because of stupid kids and uncaring or distracted parents.
Anyway, Dorothy let me know just what she thought of that whole thing by uttering the same thing I mentioned earlier: "What? But plastic isn't food!"
Sometimes, I want to adopt that little girl.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Legally Blonde
I know I didn't update yesterday, but that's because a) I was still getting over my cold and b) my posts were starting to sound redundant.
Anyways, remember when I mentioned before that I was taking time off to go to a show? Which was why I didn't like calling off when I was sick, right? Well, I went to that show tonight, so I had the night off. It was pretty awesome.
Legally Blonde the musical. Yes, there is a musical. Scarecrow invited me to go see it with her, and I gladly accepted. It was fun, and I had a blast.
Unfortunately now it's back to the real world and my real job. Bleh.
Anyways, remember when I mentioned before that I was taking time off to go to a show? Which was why I didn't like calling off when I was sick, right? Well, I went to that show tonight, so I had the night off. It was pretty awesome.
Legally Blonde the musical. Yes, there is a musical. Scarecrow invited me to go see it with her, and I gladly accepted. It was fun, and I had a blast.
Unfortunately now it's back to the real world and my real job. Bleh.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Late
Why is it that when I'm feeling sick, Aunt Em doesn't show up until almost 9:30, an hour after she says she's going to be here to pick up Dorothy? This is the second night in a row this has happened. Actually, last night she didn't show up until just before 9, but tonight she showed up almost a full hour late. No call, no text, nothing telling me why, or when she would actually be here.
And today was the worst I've felt in approximately three years. I don't get sick very often, but when I do, I get sick bigtime. And this week has been no different. It sucks.
Truthfully, I don't mind Aunt Em showing up late. Dorothy gets tired at about 9 and stops jumping around like a crazed monkey on a Red Bull high about that time. But...it was almost 9-freaking-30 before Aunt Em showed up. 9:30. And not so much as a text to say why. She didn't even explain why she was late when she got here. She just paid me and left with Dorothy.
Well, at least I got paid.
Of course, I was supposed to be paid yesterday, but whatever.
Oh, well. It's over now, and I get to get up tomorrow and do it all over again. Yay?
And today was the worst I've felt in approximately three years. I don't get sick very often, but when I do, I get sick bigtime. And this week has been no different. It sucks.
Truthfully, I don't mind Aunt Em showing up late. Dorothy gets tired at about 9 and stops jumping around like a crazed monkey on a Red Bull high about that time. But...it was almost 9-freaking-30 before Aunt Em showed up. 9:30. And not so much as a text to say why. She didn't even explain why she was late when she got here. She just paid me and left with Dorothy.
Well, at least I got paid.
Of course, I was supposed to be paid yesterday, but whatever.
Oh, well. It's over now, and I get to get up tomorrow and do it all over again. Yay?
Monday, March 7, 2011
No Sick Days
Okay, so I usually like to give Aunt Em about a week's worth of notice before I take time off. I'm going to a play on Thursday, so I let her know about it a few weeks ago. I'm going to Vegas in June, and she's already trying to work something out with another babysitter.
So when I get sick, I really don't feel comfortable just picking up the phone and telling her I can't work, with only a few hours of wiggle room for her to find something, or someone, else.
I was sick today, the first time since starting this gig, and it sucked. I can't breathe through my nose, I'm dizzy and congested, I have a headache, and I'm achy and tired; thanks in large part to Tin Man, who had this cold about a week ago, and refuses to wash her freaking hands. I had to drive to Dorothy's school, pick her up, drive her back to my house, and play with her, all while sick as a dog. At one point, I even felt like throwing up.
Luckily for me, Dorothy is very understanding about being sick, and she didn't make me do much aside from helping her dress up some Barbie dolls and play with some legos. Then Tin Man came downstairs after finishing her homework and took over. She may be a germ magnet with little to no reguard for how NOT to spread germs, but she certainly helps out when I need her most.
*blows nose*
And unfortunately for me, this isn't just a 24 hour thing. When Tin Man and Scarecrow had it, it lasted for a few WEEKS. Which means that I'll probably be sick when Scarecrow and I go to Legally Blonde on Thursday.
Yay.
So when I get sick, I really don't feel comfortable just picking up the phone and telling her I can't work, with only a few hours of wiggle room for her to find something, or someone, else.
I was sick today, the first time since starting this gig, and it sucked. I can't breathe through my nose, I'm dizzy and congested, I have a headache, and I'm achy and tired; thanks in large part to Tin Man, who had this cold about a week ago, and refuses to wash her freaking hands. I had to drive to Dorothy's school, pick her up, drive her back to my house, and play with her, all while sick as a dog. At one point, I even felt like throwing up.
Luckily for me, Dorothy is very understanding about being sick, and she didn't make me do much aside from helping her dress up some Barbie dolls and play with some legos. Then Tin Man came downstairs after finishing her homework and took over. She may be a germ magnet with little to no reguard for how NOT to spread germs, but she certainly helps out when I need her most.
*blows nose*
And unfortunately for me, this isn't just a 24 hour thing. When Tin Man and Scarecrow had it, it lasted for a few WEEKS. Which means that I'll probably be sick when Scarecrow and I go to Legally Blonde on Thursday.
Yay.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Cards and ESP
I have never played so many games of War in my life. And Go Fish, which Dorothy has also managed to figure out how to cheat at. Again, she's too smart for her own good.
This was a long afternoon, and Aunt Em seemed to take forever to show up. When she did arrive, half of our family had gone to bed, including Tin Man, who is supposed to be helping me out. Truthfully, she had every right to go to bed, I suppose. After all, it's my job not her's. But still, it was annoying.
I also realized, along with Dorothy, that I seem to have a scary amount of ESP going on in my brain. She put a card face down in my hand and asked me which one it was. I got it right once out of every four cards. Creepy, right?
Also, Wizard seemed to be taking it upon himself to annoy the crap out of me today. Between him and Dorothy's voice constantly in my ear asking to play Go Fish, I thought I was going to go insane.
This was a long afternoon, and Aunt Em seemed to take forever to show up. When she did arrive, half of our family had gone to bed, including Tin Man, who is supposed to be helping me out. Truthfully, she had every right to go to bed, I suppose. After all, it's my job not her's. But still, it was annoying.
I also realized, along with Dorothy, that I seem to have a scary amount of ESP going on in my brain. She put a card face down in my hand and asked me which one it was. I got it right once out of every four cards. Creepy, right?
Also, Wizard seemed to be taking it upon himself to annoy the crap out of me today. Between him and Dorothy's voice constantly in my ear asking to play Go Fish, I thought I was going to go insane.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
It's all fun and games until someone CHEATS! or irritates me...
Maybe I'm just easily irritated today, but Dorothy was getting on my last nerve. She did this thing where she asked if she could do something, like say, go to the park, and when we said no she pouted for a bit. A few minutes later, she said, "So, when did you say we're going to the park?" Uh...we're not. She seemed perfectly content with watching t.v. today, that is until the show was halfway through and I was hooked on it. Then she wanted to play something.
Luckily, she allowed Tin Man and I some free time and played with some Barbie dolls by herself for a while.
I did wind up playing a game of cards with her, which she, of course, gave up on right in the middle of. We played War, which for those of you who aren't familiar with it, is a game where each person lays down a card, and the person with the highest face value takes all of the cards laid out. The object is to get all of the cards in the deck. It's a long and time-consuming game, but it entertains Dorothy, for the most part. It doesn't sound like the kind of game, though, that one could cheat at, right?
Right?
Wrong.
Dorothy has mastered the art of cheating at games so well that she's discovered how to cheat at War. She does this by passing out the cards while no one's watching, then shoving one of the decks in your face and saying, "Let's play Highest Card Wins (what she calls War)!" When we play after that, it doesn't take long to realize that she's managed to lay out all of the cards in a way that will allow her to get all of them pretty fast. She's even smart enough to do it so that you get a few of the cards here and there, so the game doesn't last only a few seconds.
She's too smart for her own good.
But she cheats at everything, so games aren't entirely fun to play with her. And when you scold her for cheating, she covers her ears. If you put the game away, she sulks. And if you catch her cheating and make her play by the rules, she starts bawling if she doesn't win. When I tell her to stop bawling, she runs off to sulk in the bathroom or in Tin Man's room.
She's too smart, and I'm too easily irritated. I know this sort of thing shouldn't get under my skin like it does. All kids cheat at games once in a while, it's just a matter of teaching them how to play by the rules. My family's basic philosophy is that, if you win on your own, rather than cheat or have someone let you win, you feel more accomplished and proud of yourself. We used the same principal on school assignments; my parents rarely helped me do an entire project. They bought the stuff I needed, but it was up to me to put it together. It helped me feel like I'd actually done something.
Yeah, Dorothy doesn't get that concept.
But, like I said, I think I'm easily irritated today, so it annoys me more than it should.
Luckily, she allowed Tin Man and I some free time and played with some Barbie dolls by herself for a while.
I did wind up playing a game of cards with her, which she, of course, gave up on right in the middle of. We played War, which for those of you who aren't familiar with it, is a game where each person lays down a card, and the person with the highest face value takes all of the cards laid out. The object is to get all of the cards in the deck. It's a long and time-consuming game, but it entertains Dorothy, for the most part. It doesn't sound like the kind of game, though, that one could cheat at, right?
Right?
Wrong.
Dorothy has mastered the art of cheating at games so well that she's discovered how to cheat at War. She does this by passing out the cards while no one's watching, then shoving one of the decks in your face and saying, "Let's play Highest Card Wins (what she calls War)!" When we play after that, it doesn't take long to realize that she's managed to lay out all of the cards in a way that will allow her to get all of them pretty fast. She's even smart enough to do it so that you get a few of the cards here and there, so the game doesn't last only a few seconds.
She's too smart for her own good.
But she cheats at everything, so games aren't entirely fun to play with her. And when you scold her for cheating, she covers her ears. If you put the game away, she sulks. And if you catch her cheating and make her play by the rules, she starts bawling if she doesn't win. When I tell her to stop bawling, she runs off to sulk in the bathroom or in Tin Man's room.
She's too smart, and I'm too easily irritated. I know this sort of thing shouldn't get under my skin like it does. All kids cheat at games once in a while, it's just a matter of teaching them how to play by the rules. My family's basic philosophy is that, if you win on your own, rather than cheat or have someone let you win, you feel more accomplished and proud of yourself. We used the same principal on school assignments; my parents rarely helped me do an entire project. They bought the stuff I needed, but it was up to me to put it together. It helped me feel like I'd actually done something.
Yeah, Dorothy doesn't get that concept.
But, like I said, I think I'm easily irritated today, so it annoys me more than it should.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Long Afternoon
Ever have one of those days where it just feels like it'll never end? Yeah, today was like that.
Dorothy was annoying as hell today. We went to the park, and that was okay, but when we got home she refused to just sit down and rest. It was clear she was tired, and the more she did the more tired she got. I could tell because the giggling...never...ENDED.
I know from experience that when I get tired, I get...weird. I start laughing for no reason at all, and start making a fool of myself. I may as well be drunk. But occasionally I get irritable, and that's what I was tonight. So the constant giggling and jumping around, and little voice in my ear screaming "Lion, Lion, Lion!" It was just a long, long night.
Now I need to take a shower and go to bed and do it all again tomorrow.
Oh, and may I just say that teenagers need to grow up and stop using the playground as a jungle gym? I mean, some of those things weren't made to hold that much weight. I'm fairly certain one kid was going around just TRYING to break things. And the constant curse words; really, someone needs to muzzle these kids! It's ridiculous! I'm actually glad I don't work with teenagers, I'd kill them all. At least a little kid has a reason to act like a brat now and then; it's what they do.
Dorothy was annoying as hell today. We went to the park, and that was okay, but when we got home she refused to just sit down and rest. It was clear she was tired, and the more she did the more tired she got. I could tell because the giggling...never...ENDED.
I know from experience that when I get tired, I get...weird. I start laughing for no reason at all, and start making a fool of myself. I may as well be drunk. But occasionally I get irritable, and that's what I was tonight. So the constant giggling and jumping around, and little voice in my ear screaming "Lion, Lion, Lion!" It was just a long, long night.
Now I need to take a shower and go to bed and do it all again tomorrow.
Oh, and may I just say that teenagers need to grow up and stop using the playground as a jungle gym? I mean, some of those things weren't made to hold that much weight. I'm fairly certain one kid was going around just TRYING to break things. And the constant curse words; really, someone needs to muzzle these kids! It's ridiculous! I'm actually glad I don't work with teenagers, I'd kill them all. At least a little kid has a reason to act like a brat now and then; it's what they do.
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