sig-UH!
I can't help but start with a sigh, as once again my head is being crushed by another migraine. GUH! I just want dark...
Babysitting a 3 year old wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I'm generally not great with little kids, but everything went fine. Cass is adorable, and she reminds me of Boo off of Monsters Inc. Unfortunately, she also talks like Boo and it's up to me to figure out what desgofordadwidinda..da dwoller means (by the way that means "lets go for a ride in the stroller"- I've learnt that much!) Still, it isn't bad at all, and she is very nicely tempered.
In addition to babysitting, could be I'm going to be getting a part time job working for these people who run a sort of in home vitamin company or something. Not exactly sure what it is, but I know it's like counting vitamins and packaging them. Aunti Vi works there, and the daughter of these people is actually a friend of mine from school, Becca. Gotta phone them tonight.
My head is hurting so much, my whole inner being is crying for a hug, ice cap and a backmassage. Unfortunately, the psychoanalist part of me has just said "that covers four of the five love languages- physical touch, acts of service, quality time, and giving of gifts. You are crying out for love everytime you say that!" I don't think I am, really, but that's how my brain has been working now that I'm hooked on that love languages thing. LOL! I'm a weird one, true, and I read into everything, including my own statements.
Kay, so, dying to read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, but I'm contemplating what's worse for my poor head-staying online or reading? I half wish someone would phone me, but I don't feel like talking, I feel like being talked to (acts of service, quality time) GUH! LOL this is ridiculous. I need to stop reading into everything I say. Um. Anyway, perhaps I will phone Sara tonight, but I dunno. I don't feel like doing anything with this migraine but crawling into a deep dark hole (no love languages there, I must be anti social) :P
Peace out!
Babysitting a 3 year old wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I'm generally not great with little kids, but everything went fine. Cass is adorable, and she reminds me of Boo off of Monsters Inc. Unfortunately, she also talks like Boo and it's up to me to figure out what desgofordadwidinda..da dwoller means (by the way that means "lets go for a ride in the stroller"- I've learnt that much!) Still, it isn't bad at all, and she is very nicely tempered.
In addition to babysitting, could be I'm going to be getting a part time job working for these people who run a sort of in home vitamin company or something. Not exactly sure what it is, but I know it's like counting vitamins and packaging them. Aunti Vi works there, and the daughter of these people is actually a friend of mine from school, Becca. Gotta phone them tonight.
My head is hurting so much, my whole inner being is crying for a hug, ice cap and a backmassage. Unfortunately, the psychoanalist part of me has just said "that covers four of the five love languages- physical touch, acts of service, quality time, and giving of gifts. You are crying out for love everytime you say that!" I don't think I am, really, but that's how my brain has been working now that I'm hooked on that love languages thing. LOL! I'm a weird one, true, and I read into everything, including my own statements.
Kay, so, dying to read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, but I'm contemplating what's worse for my poor head-staying online or reading? I half wish someone would phone me, but I don't feel like talking, I feel like being talked to (acts of service, quality time) GUH! LOL this is ridiculous. I need to stop reading into everything I say. Um. Anyway, perhaps I will phone Sara tonight, but I dunno. I don't feel like doing anything with this migraine but crawling into a deep dark hole (no love languages there, I must be anti social) :P
Peace out!