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JSC
Showing posts with label I have the best opinions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I have the best opinions. Show all posts
Friday, December 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I really wish I was joking
We've started the fun task of finding a daycare for Ninja baby. If I could skip this process, I would, but it's something that is unavoidable. If there is one for sure area of my life that I tend to be more judgemental than others, it would come in the form of finding daycares. Rightfully so, these people take care of the most important thing on earth to me.
After some research, I found this lady on my county website, so she was licensed and close by home. Other than her having openings, nothing struck me as extra ordinary about her. She didn't have anything more or less than any other person I checked out. We set up a meeting for this past Monday.
I shit you not, I am not making any of it up. I'm really not that creative at this point.
I google directions and it seems odd to me, but if memory serves me correct, her address is an apartment. I decide that maybe I don't know the area well enough and go anyway. I drive up to the address and it's a house, but it is in fact right smack dab in the middle of about 4 apartment complexes. I'm trying to keep an open mind and not turn around because the driveway up to her house is super bumpy and full of potholes. I look around and see a fenced in yard with outdoor play sets, but there's no grass, it's all dirt. Still going to try. I walk up to the door, with J, and knock. All I hear is little kids screaming 'Someone's at the door!' for about a full minute. Some dude opens it about half way and asks very hesitantly 'Can I help you?' I'm like yeah, do you want to buy some bibles? Just kidding, that's what I should have said. Instead I say I'm here for a meeting with so-and-so and he let's me in. He immediately starts telling me about some traffic jam somewhere in the metro area and I'm like oh that's nice. I can't really hear him that well because there are 3 or 4 little toddlers screaming there heads off and it's echoing. After about 2 minutes, the lady I set the appointment up with who looks like she hasn't bathed or put on a clean shirt in a couple days come bumbling around the corner, baby on hip. She doesn't really introduce herself but starts talking about the kids that are there but they aren't suppose to be or something like that. Honestly I can't remember anything because her voice was really fucking loud. I thought she was just talking loudly because of the kids, but as she's talking, she starts taking me on a tour of her maze of house and her voice never lowered. She was shouting, and I was wincing. Still trying to keep an open mind, she leads me upstairs where I meet her helper person who seemed nice enough but kept yawning. We sit down on a love seat with the loud talker on the the couch. That's when I start noticing things: her house was messy, not dirty, but messy. There was stuff everywhere. She starts talking about her policies and the ENTIRE time she was picking a zit on her chin. I swear by the end of the hour I was there, she widdled a little whole on her face from all the picking. She also had something really weird going on with her bottom lip. It stuck out causing her to drool and spittle when she talked. It was so distracting. J, by this time, is bored out of his gord and she noticed (good sign, right?). She asked him if he wanted to go play outside with her husband and daughter and he said sure. She said he could just go thru the kitchen and out the sliding door. And this is where things went from maybe this chick just talks loud and doesn't like to shower to there is no way in hell I'm coming back here.
J went to the door and couldn't figure out how to open it and asked for some help. She gets up right away (another good sign, right?) and proceeds to walk over to the door. During this short little jaunt, HER FUCKING PANTS FELL OFF. I shit you not, her pants fell to her knees and I got a really frightening view of her underwear. If this would have happened to me, I more than likely would have started laughing and apologize. Not this chick. She just kept walking and talking and babbling about her policies. I glance over at the helper/yawner and she didn't seem fazed by it at all. Like it's normal for her pants to drop at random times. Totally weird. She let's J out and comes back, pants barely back on and from this point on, I stop listening. She could've said Sign up now and I'll pay off your house! and I wouldn't heard it or cared. Sorry, I know things happen sometimes, but if I knew I was having someone come over that might possibly give me money, I would take a shower and put a belt on. But that's just me.
After a while, I take my keys out of my purse and start walking towards the door saying something about dinner and being hungry. I go get J from outside and she follows me, yammering on the whole way. I finally make it in the car and I'm like 'oh my gosh!!!!' and J was all 'What? What's wrong?' Kids...
I have a couple more interviews lined up and for the love of pete, they have to go better than this, right???????
Like I've said before, I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
Pray for me,
JSC
After some research, I found this lady on my county website, so she was licensed and close by home. Other than her having openings, nothing struck me as extra ordinary about her. She didn't have anything more or less than any other person I checked out. We set up a meeting for this past Monday.
I shit you not, I am not making any of it up. I'm really not that creative at this point.
I google directions and it seems odd to me, but if memory serves me correct, her address is an apartment. I decide that maybe I don't know the area well enough and go anyway. I drive up to the address and it's a house, but it is in fact right smack dab in the middle of about 4 apartment complexes. I'm trying to keep an open mind and not turn around because the driveway up to her house is super bumpy and full of potholes. I look around and see a fenced in yard with outdoor play sets, but there's no grass, it's all dirt. Still going to try. I walk up to the door, with J, and knock. All I hear is little kids screaming 'Someone's at the door!' for about a full minute. Some dude opens it about half way and asks very hesitantly 'Can I help you?' I'm like yeah, do you want to buy some bibles? Just kidding, that's what I should have said. Instead I say I'm here for a meeting with so-and-so and he let's me in. He immediately starts telling me about some traffic jam somewhere in the metro area and I'm like oh that's nice. I can't really hear him that well because there are 3 or 4 little toddlers screaming there heads off and it's echoing. After about 2 minutes, the lady I set the appointment up with who looks like she hasn't bathed or put on a clean shirt in a couple days come bumbling around the corner, baby on hip. She doesn't really introduce herself but starts talking about the kids that are there but they aren't suppose to be or something like that. Honestly I can't remember anything because her voice was really fucking loud. I thought she was just talking loudly because of the kids, but as she's talking, she starts taking me on a tour of her maze of house and her voice never lowered. She was shouting, and I was wincing. Still trying to keep an open mind, she leads me upstairs where I meet her helper person who seemed nice enough but kept yawning. We sit down on a love seat with the loud talker on the the couch. That's when I start noticing things: her house was messy, not dirty, but messy. There was stuff everywhere. She starts talking about her policies and the ENTIRE time she was picking a zit on her chin. I swear by the end of the hour I was there, she widdled a little whole on her face from all the picking. She also had something really weird going on with her bottom lip. It stuck out causing her to drool and spittle when she talked. It was so distracting. J, by this time, is bored out of his gord and she noticed (good sign, right?). She asked him if he wanted to go play outside with her husband and daughter and he said sure. She said he could just go thru the kitchen and out the sliding door. And this is where things went from maybe this chick just talks loud and doesn't like to shower to there is no way in hell I'm coming back here.
J went to the door and couldn't figure out how to open it and asked for some help. She gets up right away (another good sign, right?) and proceeds to walk over to the door. During this short little jaunt, HER FUCKING PANTS FELL OFF. I shit you not, her pants fell to her knees and I got a really frightening view of her underwear. If this would have happened to me, I more than likely would have started laughing and apologize. Not this chick. She just kept walking and talking and babbling about her policies. I glance over at the helper/yawner and she didn't seem fazed by it at all. Like it's normal for her pants to drop at random times. Totally weird. She let's J out and comes back, pants barely back on and from this point on, I stop listening. She could've said Sign up now and I'll pay off your house! and I wouldn't heard it or cared. Sorry, I know things happen sometimes, but if I knew I was having someone come over that might possibly give me money, I would take a shower and put a belt on. But that's just me.
After a while, I take my keys out of my purse and start walking towards the door saying something about dinner and being hungry. I go get J from outside and she follows me, yammering on the whole way. I finally make it in the car and I'm like 'oh my gosh!!!!' and J was all 'What? What's wrong?' Kids...
I have a couple more interviews lined up and for the love of pete, they have to go better than this, right???????
Like I've said before, I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
Pray for me,
JSC
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
MOM
Hi Friends
A new addition to Paper Castles will be MOM.
MOM=Movie of the Month.
I have fallen off the WOM wagon (not making any sense at all if you think about it. I might have a case of diagnoses dyslexia) and decided that MOM made more sense. I will give you my biased opinion of what you should watch and why. Remember that my opinions are the best and I don’t care about yours.
I have already advised you to go out and see Four Christmas’ so let’s consider this Decembers MOM. For many many many reasons this movie is great. First and foremost it is funny. Like laugh out loud funny. Husband and I were cracking up throughout it and I even witnessed Husband knee slap. The story line is easy to follow and characters not completely out there. It really is worth seeing twice. For those of you who have seen it, how funny was the baby puking scene at the end? Brilliant! Plus, it’s never difficult for me to watch Vince Vaughn. Very handsome indeed.
For January’s MOM I decided on Juno. Please, for the love of whatever God you trust, go see this movie. I enjoyed it from the moment it started to the very end and every minute in between. I don’t need to go over the basics like it was written by a woman from Minnesota, is set in Minnesota, has won many a awards and has an excellent soundtrack.
The reason why I like this movie so much is because it is all about emotion and perception. The trickiness of relationships and honesty.
The part that got to me, in short, was when after Juno had her baby, she was laying in the hospital bed all curled up. She was crying. In walks her boyfriend who just lays with her and holds her.
I saw myself in that scene. I was that girl. 8 years ago I was the one laying in a dull hospital room with the currents drawn, scared out of my mind and an emotional wreck. It brought me back to that day, that moment, that second where I was completely overwhelmed and lost. Unlike the movie, nobody came in and laid with me. I had a baby daddy who stole money from me out of my purse when I wasn’t looking and took a check and wrote it out to cash. BUT, I did have a handful of visitors. I remember wanting to put on a brave face and I tried with all my will to act natural when I held Super Kid, but I always felt like I was going to break him and silently panicked when he moved because I thought…I don’t know…I thought he would suddenly have super strength and throw himself out of my arms and fall to the ground.
Whew! So…like I said, just go see it.
You won’t regret it.
A new addition to Paper Castles will be MOM.
MOM=Movie of the Month.
I have fallen off the WOM wagon (not making any sense at all if you think about it. I might have a case of diagnoses dyslexia) and decided that MOM made more sense. I will give you my biased opinion of what you should watch and why. Remember that my opinions are the best and I don’t care about yours.
I have already advised you to go out and see Four Christmas’ so let’s consider this Decembers MOM. For many many many reasons this movie is great. First and foremost it is funny. Like laugh out loud funny. Husband and I were cracking up throughout it and I even witnessed Husband knee slap. The story line is easy to follow and characters not completely out there. It really is worth seeing twice. For those of you who have seen it, how funny was the baby puking scene at the end? Brilliant! Plus, it’s never difficult for me to watch Vince Vaughn. Very handsome indeed.
For January’s MOM I decided on Juno. Please, for the love of whatever God you trust, go see this movie. I enjoyed it from the moment it started to the very end and every minute in between. I don’t need to go over the basics like it was written by a woman from Minnesota, is set in Minnesota, has won many a awards and has an excellent soundtrack.
The reason why I like this movie so much is because it is all about emotion and perception. The trickiness of relationships and honesty.
The part that got to me, in short, was when after Juno had her baby, she was laying in the hospital bed all curled up. She was crying. In walks her boyfriend who just lays with her and holds her.
I saw myself in that scene. I was that girl. 8 years ago I was the one laying in a dull hospital room with the currents drawn, scared out of my mind and an emotional wreck. It brought me back to that day, that moment, that second where I was completely overwhelmed and lost. Unlike the movie, nobody came in and laid with me. I had a baby daddy who stole money from me out of my purse when I wasn’t looking and took a check and wrote it out to cash. BUT, I did have a handful of visitors. I remember wanting to put on a brave face and I tried with all my will to act natural when I held Super Kid, but I always felt like I was going to break him and silently panicked when he moved because I thought…I don’t know…I thought he would suddenly have super strength and throw himself out of my arms and fall to the ground.
Whew! So…like I said, just go see it.
You won’t regret it.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Memories
As the holiday season of 2008 comes to a close, I find myself reflecting on the moments that made this Christmas so great. And, as I know most of you have been waiting and waiting and waiting to hear them, I'll gladly share.
In no particular order, here are the memories that will last a lifetime:
Me: PU Buddy did you fart?
Super Kid (without skipping at beat): No, it's probably your breath.
Priceless.
In no particular order, here are the memories that will last a lifetime:
- Seeing my little god-daughter/niece go up to Super Kid during present opening and saying 'oh my gosh' and hugging him even though we wasn't opening anything.
- Hearing VT sister laugh at the completely ridiculous Holiday Letter I sent her that forced Super Smart nephew to read out loud (at my request) knowing full well that I littered it with the f-bomb about 20 times.
- Eating Strawberry Jam.
- Making Corn Beef & Cabbage to absolute perfection (another ancient family recipe on Husbands side that I was nervous about making).
- Super Kid believing (probably for the last time) that Santa exists and brought him presents.
- Super Kid wearing his new skiing helmet and goggles while watching WallE in his PJ's at 11am. (I took a picture and will post it soon, it's hilarious and cute at the same time).
- Husband and Super Kid smiling at the same time.
- Setting up my new iPod (OMG I was so excited to get one!).
Me: PU Buddy did you fart?
Super Kid (without skipping at beat): No, it's probably your breath.
Priceless.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
It has to be said...again
Today is a very special day.
Today is someone's birthday.
That special someone has made me realize how important life is.
He is someone who makes me smile.
Someone who tells me I look beautiful even when I know I don't.
Someone who says 'This is the best chicken and cheese hotdish I've ever tasted' even though the rice is undercooked and there is too much cheese and mushy vegetables.
Someone who truly truly truly believes in the golden rule.
Someone, who in his short (now) 8 years, has a heart of gold.
Happy Birthday Super Kid.
You are one in a million.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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