Aimee said I needed to upload this to my blog for her fantasy football league.....

So I am. Weird, I know. Whatevs.

The Nanny

Aimee and I have had the pleasure of being nannies for the last ten days. The parents of two kids we babysat years ago, went on a cruise and left us to take care of the now, grown up, kids. One fifteen year old and a twelve year old. It has been a blast and a wonderful learning experience. The kids are great. They are still the same fun living kids I knew back when they were three and just a new born.
We have watched a lot of movies, drank a lot of peppermint hot chocolate and shared a lot of laughs.
I have now been a full time cook, maid and taxi. We hosted a boy- girl party for nine, twelve year olds and bought Halo 4. My little sweetie pie, cuddle buddy and I know all the words to every song on the first album from One Direction. We have nicknames for each other. She is Crack Head. He is Fat Bly and then Aimee is Healthy Girl. I am, well lets just say, I am the "Cool one." I also have a new friend. He is fifteen as well. He loves One Direction and can play the piano by ear. He makes the music and I write the lyrics. Weird little team. Don't worry about it. Also, besides dancing in the kitchen to Radioactive by Imagine Dragons, I have shared my music library with the kiddos. They are better off knowing good hip hop. I am going to miss them. I am glad we had the chance to be with them and I am glad that I didn't burn the house down. The End.

Jennie Is A Hipster

The boss man bought an essential oil diffuser....... I wanna kill myself. Jennie and I are suffering from emotional stress and abuse. This oil makes us panicky. Also, we are both peeing every ten minutes.
Heidi made a belt out of rubber bands. She will now be called MC Hammer. I am still being called Kelly Kapowski. Still being a nanny for a fifteen and twelve year old. They are good kids. They are also normal kids that like to trick people, that aren't their parents, into letting them do things they shouldn't. I am not falling for it. Both kids went to school today and they will enjoy it! That is what my text said.

I bought new boots online yesterday. i didn't need them......so that is why I bought them.
The ring I bought two months ago, still isn't here. I hate people.
If it does come, I will be the proud owner of a sterling silver ring that says, " Miss Kris."
That is what my mom called me. Something special. Also, Hollie gave me information for a grief support group. Her kids go and talk to other kids that have lost a parent. I think I will go. Now I need someone to go with me. Jennie said she won't. Brat. Kidding. I will just go alone and cry and be the weirdo that can't talk because snot is running down on my lips.

This essential oil spilled on my desk, like two hours ago. I just realized that I have a rash on my arm and it itches like a mother. I am going to tell the boss man that I am going to the doctors, and can't work anymore.

Seven minutes until lunch time. I am not counting.

I have to pee again. Surprise.

I watched Home Alone and Dunston Checks In, om Sunday. I think I will watch Home Alone again. It's my favorite. Literally. I have never watched another movie, as much as I have watched this one. I also like to play Home Alone trivia games and pride myself on getting 100% every time. Go me!

Taylor Swift's new CD, is pretty good. I like every song. Especially "The Last Time."
It is my life.

Alright, I am going to lunch. Suck One.

Thank you

I am super thankful for doctors and modern medicine. My dad is now "cancer free."
I am also thankful for my doctor and the attention she gives me. I am now taking the right acid reflux medicine and feeling a lot better.
I have been thinking a lot about how many people are in my life that are constantly showing me so much support and love. I don't think they know how much they mean to me. I am very fortunate to have a hundred people that I could call for help, with anything, and they would come running.
Besides my family, there are some people in my life that I seem to always shed tears with. We cry over the stressful things in our lives and the sadness that we have. It doesn't solve the problem we might be talking about, but it sure does help me think about it less and more about how much I love that person. These people are always here to listen to me and that's what I need. I hope I show them how much they mean to me.
Also, it's fun to look back and see how certain people come into your life I don't always know why I get so lucky, but I am thankful for them. It's really the little things that matter. They mean the world to me. I hope I am returning the favor and doing those little things for them. I have been trying extra hard lately to go out of my way to serve others more. And when I can't give them what they need, I will make sure to give them a Thank You.

Happy Birthday to me! I am now 22 years old, and don't feel any different.

Lots to do. Must party hard.
Lots of thanks yous go out to all those who have wished me a happy birthday. so much love.

I am so excited to party with my family and friends. Dinner every night this week and I am planning on lots of laughs. Just today at work I have laughed so hard I thought I might pee my pants. That is what I love about my life. I have so many great people around me, that I wouldn't trade for the world.

And my thank you goes to my mother. Thank you for having me. Thank you or raising me to be who I am. And thank you for being my guardian angel. 

Probably no cake for me.... no one likes a GF cake. I think I will just celebrate with ice cream. That sounds good. Nitro Circus tonight. So stoked. Oh and side note... tickets to Disneyland have been purchased. October needs to be now, well tomorrow. 

Dub out.

Woke up this morning in a rush to get to the office. Good thing my coworker wanted to go in later. Side note, I was planning on meeting her there. We like to go in when the office is closed on the same days. So I laid on the couch and closed my eyes for a few extra minutes. I then made my way to the office. I had to check the messages and enter payments. Blah Blah Blah.
I decided to wash my car. That turned into a freaking treat. The rock chip guy gave me three lectures on how I need to wax my car and protect it from the water spots I currently have. He even made the nice blonde chick tell me the same thing. I drive off to start the wash and thought I would have it dried and be done. Nope. Same guy runs over and starts to wipe it down. Mind you at this point, my doors and windows are locked. Just in case ya know? So as I am checking Instagram, the door pops open! A-face somehow got my door open. He then says, " Ma'am, could you step out of the car?" I said, "Excuse me?" He repeats himself. I stand up and look as he points to the hood of my car. He wanted to show me what he was talking about because he didn't feel that I understood. Jerk!!!! It is my freaking car and I will do what I want. Ugh. I was upset.

Aimee calls and reminds me that I need to go feed Molly. Check.
Stop at the grocery store and walk around with my bra showing. I had no idea. It is nude incase you weren't everyplace that I was, to see it and stare.

I finished my little errand day, by grabbing Chick-fil-a. The usual. Six piece, grilled nugget kids meal. Dr. Pepper and chick-fil-a sause. Nothing beats that.

Once I got the crap up the four hundred stairs and into the fridge, I sat down and started indexing and wouldn't you know, VERONICA MARS is on!!!!!! I am in heaven. We all know how much I love this show. Yes, I have seen the entire series several times, but that is what love is. Duh.

I plan on entertaining some great friends tonight. Ya know, games, girl talk and laughter. Be jealous. I even bought water and Dr. Pepper! Woah.

Okay, back to Veronica Mars. Logan Eckles is so fine and that bad boy personality that I love so much. Why isn't he real? Why isn't he dating me? Duncan is, well icky. Nerd, boring and just okay. Wallace is the best guy friend that you always love and he isn't bad to look at. But really, I want Logan.

I thought of more things I wish I knew the answer to:
Why does your head sometimes argue with your heart?
Why do you let something perfect, slip away?
And why don't I like peeing? I always wait till I am almost wetting myself. I just really don't like stopping what I am doing and going into a gross bathroom. When I have kids, it will be interesting to see if that changes. I like to think that my thoughts are pretty deep.

I have to go. This place stinks. I hate garbage. I also hate walking it downstairs. Those four hundred stairs really wear a person out.

Dub out.

Did you miss me?

Alright, second post for the day. This time from a computer, not my phone. 


Current status: Sitting on the couch, trying to get Netflix to work. I need to watch X Files. I bought myself a Dr. Pepper and I am ready to index and waste some time before I clean the kitchen and be productive.


I actually just got home from my errand running. Had lunch with my dad at Melty Way. Gobbled up a GF grilled cheese. He enjoyed a ruben. We then walked next door and got him a new watch band.
***We interrupt this program for breaking news. Netflix is back up and X Files is on.***
We then parted ways, back to work for him and Wells Fargo for me. August 1st, time to cash my paycheck. Then I made my way to Ikea. While I was there, I made a few notes. You know, important things I felt would be good to mention here.
1. Is it normal that I have every intention of buying everything for my house from this store?
2. Why am I walking along side these two gay guys, wearing Tevas?
3. Am I weird for spending a lot of time in the children's area, so I don't have to suck in my gut? Am I wrong to think that people will just assume I just started to show? Will they then look at my left hand and see that I am not wearing a wedding ring? Will they judge me? What is worse, people thinking I am pregnant out of wedlock or the fact that I know I need to wear a Spanx, but I don't? 
4. Can you register at Ikea? If you can, should I consider being the last grandchild to marry last so that they have lots of money to throw at me and buy all of the furniture that I want? Is that too risky, because what if they aren't around anymore? Is it too much to ask of them to save a lot of money for me?


After I thought about these things, I made my way to the self check-out. I had two things to buy. Two of the same thing. It took five minutes before the lady would come over and help me get the stupid scanner to work. 
On my way home, I stopped at "Sacrifice Point." This is a made up name for an area Aimee and I pass everyday. I parked like a creep infront of someones house. I then walked in the boiling heat and took a picture for her and sent it. She waiting too long to respond and give me the validation I longed for. But when she did, her response was laughter. That was exactly what I wanted. Mission accomplished.
The house was too hot when I got home. I changed into my shorts and turned on the air full blast. Now I am cold. Fail.


For the record, the song Radio by Hot Chelle Rae, will be on the actual radio and be very popular. I am calling it and would like it known that I did so. 
 Two fun facts: I didn't know that Minnie Driver was British. I like to walk on the blood that is at the bottom of the stairs of my apartment. I like to make up new stories, every time, in my head of how it got there.  


The creepy old man was outside today. He ALWAYS wears the dirty blue jump suit. He wears no shoes and moves his feet like Fred Flintstone to make his wheelchair go.  I am not sure if he knows what he is doing, but he creeps me out. I could tell that the two young girls that past him on their way to the pool, were creeped out too. I tried to say hi once, but he didn't hear me. How does he pay his rent? Hmmm.


The Three Little Turds are gone camping, until Sunday. I hate camping for that reason. I like playing with them whenever I want. Reasons why I miss them: Vincenzo refuses to call me by my name. It upsets me, but I think it is a sign of love. I tell myself that. Stinker Butt likes to slap me and climb on me. I like that too. And Sweat Head is usually just upset with me because I tease him, he teases me back and I don't baby him. He is so smart. He should be treated like the intelligent seven year old that he is.  And well, I guess I miss the parentals too. They are okay.


Before I leave you, I would like to make something clear. When reading, please channel your inner Kevin McCallister. He is my hero and I like the way he talks. I also think that we are the same person. Everything he did while he was alone, I would do too.


Dub out.