Tired.
I got up at 6 am today. Eaaaaaaarrrrrrllllllyyyyy...
I went to babysit the Payne kids from 7 am to 545 pm. That's a long time... yeah. When I got there, they were all asleep (woohoo!), and I fell asleep on their living room floor. Then Braden comes screaming down the hallway at 845 am b/c ... I dunno, b/c 3-yr-olds like to scream. So I was startled from my sleep, thinking "Oh my gosh one of them had to have just died." But luckily, none are dead.
ADVENTURES IN COOKING:
Brittany tried to make some sort of microwave pudding recipe she had, and when she added the eggs to the hot mixture, they cooked on top of it. I guess it was too hot. So they turned into scrambled eggs in pudding. She microwaved it some more and it was SO gross. She didn't understand that pudding isn't supposed to have TEXTURE and be chunky- it's supposed to be smooth and... pudding-ish. So there were chunks of egg in the chocolate pudding, and she acted rather offended that I refused to partake in the egg-chocolate pudding (as appetizing as it looked.). She ate it though.
Then later on I tried to make some quesadillas, and I turned the stove on while I was shredding cheese. I'm rather deficient when it comes to shredding cheese, so by the time I was done the house smelled like... like a burnt metal pot. Then I put the quesadilla on and it just turned black right away and stuck to the bottom. Then I burnt my hand on the skillet and burnt another quesadilla.
Brittany wanted EGGS instead of my quesadillas so I was going to make her one. It didn't occur to me that I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FRY EGGS. So I just crack an egg on the skillet. Then it starts looking all funky and starts sticking. So half of it's burnt and the other half is still all runny. Then I realize I didn't put any vegetable oil in the skillet to keep it from sticking... well, turns out they don't HAVE vegetable oil- they have CRISCO, and I don't know what that is b/c we don't have it at my house (among other things, such as cinnamon, vanilla, a cheese grater, and a turner- things that we should have but don't.)... so I just trash the eggs and wash the skillet, then I have to use crisco in the skillet b/c that's what the 11-yr-old told me to use. Then the same thing happens to the eggs, so I just let Brittany cook them. To me, they didn't look like something edible, but to her, I guess they did (then again, she thought egg-chocolate pudding was worthy of consumption...) so she ate the chunky half-burnt half-runny eggs.
She kept saying "I can't believe you forgot the crisco!" like I was the most horrible cook in the world or something. Okay, I may not be the BEST cook but at least I didn't put scrambled eggs in the pudding THANK YOU VERY MUCH. Sometimes I have problems being nice to her.
So at 545 I left their house and went to the church to babysit for the Ladies Salad Supper. Thing is, nobody brought their kids. Oh well. So me and Lindsey left and went to her house (I got 5$ of gas - YES!), then we decided to run. I wanted to run a mile just to see what my time was, and... well, let's just say that it explains why my time for 2 miles completely sucks!! Mystery solved.
Well, Frasier's over now which means it's time for me to slumber.
I'm sleeping in tomorrow. I don't care if the house is burning down, I'm not waking up until at least 11.
Goodnight moon.
I went to babysit the Payne kids from 7 am to 545 pm. That's a long time... yeah. When I got there, they were all asleep (woohoo!), and I fell asleep on their living room floor. Then Braden comes screaming down the hallway at 845 am b/c ... I dunno, b/c 3-yr-olds like to scream. So I was startled from my sleep, thinking "Oh my gosh one of them had to have just died." But luckily, none are dead.
ADVENTURES IN COOKING:
Brittany tried to make some sort of microwave pudding recipe she had, and when she added the eggs to the hot mixture, they cooked on top of it. I guess it was too hot. So they turned into scrambled eggs in pudding. She microwaved it some more and it was SO gross. She didn't understand that pudding isn't supposed to have TEXTURE and be chunky- it's supposed to be smooth and... pudding-ish. So there were chunks of egg in the chocolate pudding, and she acted rather offended that I refused to partake in the egg-chocolate pudding (as appetizing as it looked.). She ate it though.
Then later on I tried to make some quesadillas, and I turned the stove on while I was shredding cheese. I'm rather deficient when it comes to shredding cheese, so by the time I was done the house smelled like... like a burnt metal pot. Then I put the quesadilla on and it just turned black right away and stuck to the bottom. Then I burnt my hand on the skillet and burnt another quesadilla.
Brittany wanted EGGS instead of my quesadillas so I was going to make her one. It didn't occur to me that I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FRY EGGS. So I just crack an egg on the skillet. Then it starts looking all funky and starts sticking. So half of it's burnt and the other half is still all runny. Then I realize I didn't put any vegetable oil in the skillet to keep it from sticking... well, turns out they don't HAVE vegetable oil- they have CRISCO, and I don't know what that is b/c we don't have it at my house (among other things, such as cinnamon, vanilla, a cheese grater, and a turner- things that we should have but don't.)... so I just trash the eggs and wash the skillet, then I have to use crisco in the skillet b/c that's what the 11-yr-old told me to use. Then the same thing happens to the eggs, so I just let Brittany cook them. To me, they didn't look like something edible, but to her, I guess they did (then again, she thought egg-chocolate pudding was worthy of consumption...) so she ate the chunky half-burnt half-runny eggs.
She kept saying "I can't believe you forgot the crisco!" like I was the most horrible cook in the world or something. Okay, I may not be the BEST cook but at least I didn't put scrambled eggs in the pudding THANK YOU VERY MUCH. Sometimes I have problems being nice to her.
So at 545 I left their house and went to the church to babysit for the Ladies Salad Supper. Thing is, nobody brought their kids. Oh well. So me and Lindsey left and went to her house (I got 5$ of gas - YES!), then we decided to run. I wanted to run a mile just to see what my time was, and... well, let's just say that it explains why my time for 2 miles completely sucks!! Mystery solved.
Well, Frasier's over now which means it's time for me to slumber.
I'm sleeping in tomorrow. I don't care if the house is burning down, I'm not waking up until at least 11.
Goodnight moon.