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Yes, I know it's been awhile since I last posted! In addition to my babysitting jobs, I've been preoccupied with someone very special to me! ;) And if I haven't been actually talking or writing to Ben, I've been thinking about him. =) However, I do have a little extra time on my hands this morning, so why not sit down and write in LJ while I'm looking at his picture?
No, I'm not infatuated. Just enamored.
I'm feeling groggy from a virus I contracted during my last babysitting job, so if my words start to slurrr and turn into nonsense, you know why. I woke up this morning around 8:00 and took a hot bath with a bit of apple cider vinegar dumped in. I don't know if that's good for people with colds or not, so that's not why I poured the vinegar. Venessa just told me that it is good for the skin, so I decided to try it. I hope she's right.
Right now the house smells like garlic--that is, if I'm smelling things properly through my stuffy nose. Last night Mel and Nesa were cooking with garlic and told me that I should eat some for my cold. It would be a good idea except for that one time I threw up after eating too much garlic on an empty stomach (in order to prevent cancer, silly me), and now I get a bit nauseous whenever I smell it. I need to figure out a way to get over that annoying association. Anyone have ideas? That's kind of like me too when it comes to peach flavored oatmeal and fried pies. I ate both of those during my childhood right before I came down with stomach viruses, and after that I never cared for them again. Does anyone else have foods they don't like because of past association with nausea?
I have to tell you about this little five year old boy, Isaiah, who I babysat last Friday--the one who gave me the cold. He cracked me up really hard with some of the things he said. And some of the questions he ASKED! Well, I zipped my mouth shut. For instance, when we were putting together a spiderman puzzle, Isaiah asked me, "Did God make the Green Goblin so he could kill everyone?"
And then again, when I was feeding Isaiah's baby brother a bottle, he asked me, "Are you going to nurse him?"
"No, I can't do that right now," I replied.
"Well, are you going to nurse your own baby?" He asked.
"I don't have one yet, but when I get one, I will," I said.
"How do you get a baby?"
I just sort of grinned. "Well, maybe after I'm married I'll get one."
Thankfully he didn't press it further.
At some point during the day I told Isaiah that I planned to marry a guy named Ben, and ever after that he was constantly mentioning Ben--even to the point of giving me a broken plastic Cinderella ring to show to Ben! He also wanted me to describe Ben to him, so I showed him the approximate height and told him that Ben had blonde hair, blue eyes and a beard.
"Why does he have a beard?" Isaiah asked, a bit perplexed.
"Well, because I like for him to have it," I replied.
His eyes got wide and he studied me, then said, "You'll get hair in your mouth when you kiss him!"
I also told Isaiah that Ben and I had chosen the names for our children--fifteen names, to be precise. I listed off some of them from memory, until finally I reached this one: Angel
Isaiah's eyes got big and he immediately pointed up to picture of a naked angel beside him on the wall. "Oh! She's going to be special!" He said. "She'll be naked like that!" Hah! My, I just couldn't help but laugh.
Why don't some of you try to guess the names Ben and I came up with. Amazingly enough, it didn't take us long to agree on a few, in spite of the fact we both have preferences here. It probably took us thirty minutes or less, unless I'm mistaken. Charity, you can't give your input, since I know you already know!!! =) (Hint: there are seven girl names, and eight boy names, and all the boy names except for one start with a "T".)
By the way, Isaiah and I also had fun playing with toy guns. It's amazing the difference between babysitting little girls (on previous jobs) and then babysitting a boy (on this job). With the girls I played Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, tea parties and dress-up. We even pretended to marry, and I would have to hum "Here Comes The Bride" as we walked down the isle.
But with Isaiah? Well, he wanted to arm wrestle and shoot guns. So that's what we did. It was actually more exciting. Once, he shot me with a "machine gun" and I fell to the floor so hard that I gave myself a headache. Falling to the floor is rather fun, I think.
Hey, I just noticed that somebody by the name of razorwriter added me to his friend's list, as well as added my brother, tominator1983. I'm curious to know who you are, razorwriter, especially since there's not a lot of info in your profile and you haven't posted in your LJ yet. You live in Phoenix, AZ, and you enjoy cheese, computers, dvds, mp3s, snow skiing, and women. Anything else? By the way, through what means did you find my LJ? Just curious, that's all. =)
Well, I should sign off for now. There are several loads of laundry waiting for me, and I also need to scrub the bathrooms. Dad and the children should show up at our apartment sometime this later this afternoon, so I'm a bit excited. I can't wait to show Harmony and Autumn this place.
See ya'll later!
Summer Joy
No, I'm not infatuated. Just enamored.
I'm feeling groggy from a virus I contracted during my last babysitting job, so if my words start to slurrr and turn into nonsense, you know why. I woke up this morning around 8:00 and took a hot bath with a bit of apple cider vinegar dumped in. I don't know if that's good for people with colds or not, so that's not why I poured the vinegar. Venessa just told me that it is good for the skin, so I decided to try it. I hope she's right.
Right now the house smells like garlic--that is, if I'm smelling things properly through my stuffy nose. Last night Mel and Nesa were cooking with garlic and told me that I should eat some for my cold. It would be a good idea except for that one time I threw up after eating too much garlic on an empty stomach (in order to prevent cancer, silly me), and now I get a bit nauseous whenever I smell it. I need to figure out a way to get over that annoying association. Anyone have ideas? That's kind of like me too when it comes to peach flavored oatmeal and fried pies. I ate both of those during my childhood right before I came down with stomach viruses, and after that I never cared for them again. Does anyone else have foods they don't like because of past association with nausea?
I have to tell you about this little five year old boy, Isaiah, who I babysat last Friday--the one who gave me the cold. He cracked me up really hard with some of the things he said. And some of the questions he ASKED! Well, I zipped my mouth shut. For instance, when we were putting together a spiderman puzzle, Isaiah asked me, "Did God make the Green Goblin so he could kill everyone?"
And then again, when I was feeding Isaiah's baby brother a bottle, he asked me, "Are you going to nurse him?"
"No, I can't do that right now," I replied.
"Well, are you going to nurse your own baby?" He asked.
"I don't have one yet, but when I get one, I will," I said.
"How do you get a baby?"
I just sort of grinned. "Well, maybe after I'm married I'll get one."
Thankfully he didn't press it further.
At some point during the day I told Isaiah that I planned to marry a guy named Ben, and ever after that he was constantly mentioning Ben--even to the point of giving me a broken plastic Cinderella ring to show to Ben! He also wanted me to describe Ben to him, so I showed him the approximate height and told him that Ben had blonde hair, blue eyes and a beard.
"Why does he have a beard?" Isaiah asked, a bit perplexed.
"Well, because I like for him to have it," I replied.
His eyes got wide and he studied me, then said, "You'll get hair in your mouth when you kiss him!"
I also told Isaiah that Ben and I had chosen the names for our children--fifteen names, to be precise. I listed off some of them from memory, until finally I reached this one: Angel
Isaiah's eyes got big and he immediately pointed up to picture of a naked angel beside him on the wall. "Oh! She's going to be special!" He said. "She'll be naked like that!" Hah! My, I just couldn't help but laugh.
Why don't some of you try to guess the names Ben and I came up with. Amazingly enough, it didn't take us long to agree on a few, in spite of the fact we both have preferences here. It probably took us thirty minutes or less, unless I'm mistaken. Charity, you can't give your input, since I know you already know!!! =) (Hint: there are seven girl names, and eight boy names, and all the boy names except for one start with a "T".)
By the way, Isaiah and I also had fun playing with toy guns. It's amazing the difference between babysitting little girls (on previous jobs) and then babysitting a boy (on this job). With the girls I played Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, tea parties and dress-up. We even pretended to marry, and I would have to hum "Here Comes The Bride" as we walked down the isle.
But with Isaiah? Well, he wanted to arm wrestle and shoot guns. So that's what we did. It was actually more exciting. Once, he shot me with a "machine gun" and I fell to the floor so hard that I gave myself a headache. Falling to the floor is rather fun, I think.
Hey, I just noticed that somebody by the name of razorwriter added me to his friend's list, as well as added my brother, tominator1983. I'm curious to know who you are, razorwriter, especially since there's not a lot of info in your profile and you haven't posted in your LJ yet. You live in Phoenix, AZ, and you enjoy cheese, computers, dvds, mp3s, snow skiing, and women. Anything else? By the way, through what means did you find my LJ? Just curious, that's all. =)
Well, I should sign off for now. There are several loads of laundry waiting for me, and I also need to scrub the bathrooms. Dad and the children should show up at our apartment sometime this later this afternoon, so I'm a bit excited. I can't wait to show Harmony and Autumn this place.
See ya'll later!
Summer Joy