1. That sometimes it is nice to get away from Paris for a few days. This town is absolutely magnificent in every way.
2. I could be happy being a stay at home mom (one day in the far off future) cooking 3 meals a day and doing laundry and catering to my kids.
3. I learned how to successfully laugh in the right place and say "ah bon" at the right time when being told a story that I completely don't understand. (ah bon= oh really?)
(Explination: Grandma likes to tell a lot of stories and she doesn't care who cares or wants to listen and since I am left doing all the dishes and setting the table and laundry with her then I got the pleasure of hearing EVERY story she could recall and I don't understand even slightly half of what she says so I had to perfect quickly how to know when to laugh and when to respond with other comments to make it seem as if I understood or cared. And I'm not trying to be mean here, I simply don't comprehend her enough to want to listen to her stories. yet. )
4. I am quite the American. I cannot wait to get back to Paris and show off my pumpkins and share a wonderful evening with my friends celebrating Halloween/fall, because I have a feeling our party will be more like a fall party than a Halloween party, but thats quite ok.
5. I was in a sort of love/hate relationship with my apartment before I left and after this week, I cannot wait to be reunited with my 11m2 and show her all the love in the world because she is soooo good to me. She provides me with a bigger bed, my own space that is ALL mine away from 4 kids who already drive me crazy enough, and she even gives me a wonderful view every time i look out my window. No longer will I be taking advantage of all that.
6. I hate the dollar to euro ratio but now that its the other way around i'm really liking the idea of saving money to spend in Texas. haha
7. Sleep is not overrated. Not even for a 5 yr old. (story: last night the kids annoying stayed up till 11pm when I finally made them go to a room and turn off the light and be silent and hopefully fall asleep. In my opinion, 11pm is too late for a 5 and 7 yr old regardless of whether it is vacation or not and this even proved me right. The 5 yr fell asleep at 7pm and passed up eating dinner and probably won't see him again until the morning. So there. Booya! It isn't overrated!)
Tonight a funny thing happened. The Grandma opened the package of sausage (that was purchased from the butcher earlier) to find that they had only given her 2 when she had asked for 12. In french the two numbers sound semi similar but not similar enough to get them that confused. Fat story skinny is that only two people got to eat meat for dinner. And I have a feeling the lady who served her at the butcher today is going to get an ear full tomorrow. oops!
Well, I'm off to go take one more long hot shower. One of the ups to being in this home is that not only do I get my own private shower but its big (well, compared to the one in my apartment) and it has a steady water flow (contrary to the one in my apartment) and sprays hot water for a long time (opposite to the one in my apartment) so I have been enjoying my showers because they are not be taken for granted. Space, hot water, all those things, they are all such rarities and are like gold to parisians. Seriously. I'm not going to know what to do with myself when I'm in Texas and have a whole bath tub to myself. Might not ever leave it. But then again, I just might.
You guys have a great Halloween weekend! (will try to post a few more photos later tonight if I can)
Love, yours truly!
Friday, October 28
Thursday, October 27
Barcelona Day 1, part 1
...And this was only a few hours upon arriving in Barcelona! It is taking forever to upload photos and so I must leave the rest of day one to another time. First off, I have to give Amy, my travel partner and friend in crime, the award of awesomeness for keeping up with my energizer bunny style of traveling. She had just arrived in Paris the day before and the very next day we woke up bright and early to catch a flight to Barcelona and we didn't stop for a break until dinner that night. I remember thinking how worn out I was, I can only imagine being jet lagged as well. Some of the highlights from these pictures were, actually, everything. One of my favorite things to do in any city is to get a birds eye view and we were so lucky to stumble upon the perfect place to do so at the Columbus Monument and for only 4 euros. I love being able to see what a city looks like for miles on end (or kilometres on end). And the views were spectacular seeing as how we were on the marina and beach and there were mountains in the distance and a great city beneath us. It was so nice to be able to sit next to the water and feel at peace as well. After living in Paris for a while now I totally appreciate the quieter and more peaceful places in the world on occasion, not that I don't come from an equally busy city myself. Barcelona reminded me a lot of Italy in a lot of ways which was interesting as well. The weather was amazing the two days we were here, pretty darn warm. It would've been perfect for going to the beach had we had time to make it there. I know, really pathetic that we didn't make it to the beach when we were in Barcelona but that just means its another reason that I must return sooner rather than later. :-)
Things to look forward to in the next post of pictures is the most amazing market I've ever been to in my entire life.
Have a great rest of your day, moi
I promise a positive post is coming up in the very near future. A lot of great things have been happening in my life as well but with my consistently crappy internet it has made to uploading photos a bit more complicated than I'd like.
Anyways, please stay tuned, I promise they're coming!
Love, me!
PS. if you want to know what eating humble pies tastes like... it tastes like this "having to wake up the next morning (after what happened last night) and not only be super kind to Grandma but also indulging her in conversation when she wants to know more about my life and my family." Humble pie was served for breakfast, i'm assuming lunch, and I have an inkling there will be more for dinner! Yipee! :-)
Anyways, please stay tuned, I promise they're coming!
Love, me!
PS. if you want to know what eating humble pies tastes like... it tastes like this "having to wake up the next morning (after what happened last night) and not only be super kind to Grandma but also indulging her in conversation when she wants to know more about my life and my family." Humble pie was served for breakfast, i'm assuming lunch, and I have an inkling there will be more for dinner! Yipee! :-)
Wednesday, October 26
I miss my Grandma's!!
I hate that I haven't blogged much recently and am bringing you a debbie-downer post but I have the need to be honest.
Today has been a day from Heck! hell, some might even say. It's been one of those no-good-very-bad days. Mama said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this my mama said. ... and boy was she right.
So today I fought a Grandma. Not mine! And there were not fists involved. In fact, I didn't actually do any of the fighting...the fighting was all done to me. If that even makes sense.
Somewhere between falling asleep this afternoon with an empty house and waking up from my nap to a house of children and adults again I managed to piss off the Grandma. Multiple times.
(Explanation: this week I am at a small beach town spending the week with the family I work for at their 2nd (weekend) home with the kids and Grandma while the kids are on vacation. )
So cool, right? Hmm.
Let's see.... there's a language difference. An age difference. And basically a whole life difference.
I absolutely whole heartedly HATE with every ounce of who I am the people who use the "Elle ne comprends pas" (She doesn't understand) crud with me. It was true last year but as of right now, I comprends EVERYTHING you say. Even when you talk about me in front of my face. So take that.
Bitterness aside, the story goes like this. Grandma was not so nice to me this afternoon. I had woken up from a nap after having been left at the house alone for a few hours. Didn't think it would be a big deal to not set an alarm clock so I woke up after everyone had arrived back, therefore not being as hands on as Grandma prefers. (Mind you, I don't work for Grandma but at certain times during the week I have felt as though I was her slave driver) So I was getting snapped at here and there for reasons unknown and just brushed it aside. I don't know Grandma and Grandma might've gotten out of the car on the wrong side or something (ha, trying to find humor where ever I can) for all I knew. Then I go downstairs and Grandma yells at me. I'm not meaning raised voice, I mean anger in voice with every word being spat in my direction. (Preface: I don't get yelled at. If I got yelled at as a child it was because something was about to go down and it wasn't good. Of course I yelled at my parents more often than I should've but I don't really appreciate being yelled at nor do I take it well, especially when I feel I did nothing wrong). I half understand what she's saying but I get the memo: She's pissed, and I'm going to take a wild guess and say its at yours truely! Then Grandma "barked" at me to unload the dishwasher while she sat at the table and wrote some precious little post cards. Sweet. No problem, don't bother helping on top of barking orders at me. I asked what time dinner would be served and she sniped something else in my direction. I decided to retreat to my bedroom to avoid the awkwardness that Grandma was toting around thinking I'd be safe up there. No more than an hour later was I being "barked" at again that dinner was ready. An hour earlier than normal. I come down, surprised that the dinner is being served when half the family isn't even present (not normal!) and sit down at my place. Grandma is still not happy and I'm about to get a second lashing. Yep. Here we go again. I get yelled at yet again, for what i'm guessing is the same thing as earlier, and when I try to defend myself it gets me nowhere so I decide being quiet is the best route at this point. Honestly I wanted to throw the food at the annoying cat begging for it and go back to my room but I humbly at the food prepared by angry Grandma. And trust me, you can tell when food was not made with love.
Later on in the evening I find out from the Mom (who speaks English, thank GOD!) that Grandma is mad at me because apparently she had to do everything in the 40 minute span of time when she got home and that I was not up from my nap and she is angry about that. I didn't help with anything today is really what she said. I was able to defend myself to the Mom who explains and confirms my own thoughts that Grandma is indeed older and that she gets frustrated quite easily and that I need to help without being asked to do so. Cool. thanks. Got the memo. Do my job! Check. I thought I was??? So what is Grandma here for if she can't do a thing or two occasionally??? And apparently she did, but she just became terribly bitter that it was her and not me.
So the end conclusion: its just a big misunderstanding! phew! I can sleep soundly now.
Then the story doesn't end there. Even though I thought it did and wish it had.
So as I was fighting the 5 year to brush his teeth despite his lack of desire to do so tonight I start overhearing the Mom and Grandma arguing loudly. I go and quietly sit on the stairs to try and eavesdrop and thats when my heart sank and all I wanted to do was run for the hills (if there are any around here...maybe London would be closer). Mom is so kindly trying to defend me explaining that it was just a big misunderstanding and I imagine her saying things like "you need to calm down and be more patient with her, she's doing a great job" (at least I wish she was saying those things) but who knows what is being said in my defense because before I can hear any more of the Mom I hear the Grandma cut in yelling something about how I'm disrespectful because I didn't come to dinner when she called for me (insert YELLED AT ME to come down). Then comes my most hated phrase of all time "Elle ne comprends pas" (She doesn't understand).
....BUT I DO UNDERSTAND!!! I understand that you are mad at me for stupid reasons, I understand that you yelled at me 3 times tonight when you could've expressed yourself in a calmer manner and been much more polite, I understand that you are older and do not have patience like a 24 year old (and you should be glad as well or else WW3 might've begun tonight). And while French might not be my first language and while I am far from being fluent, I am far from being stupid and far from not understanding.
So I did what any young person working 24/7 for a family of 4 very high energy, semi wretched kids would do and I sat on the stairs listening to Grandma yell at Mom about how awful I was and cried.
I like to think that living in Paris has caused me to develop some pretty tough skin, but I'm happy to announce that beyond that tough skin is still a heart and regardless of age or thickness of skin, it still hurts to be yelled at and about.
So there we are. That was my day.
Please, no pity party. I already did and I have to let you know the party ended a while ago and that party of 1 has now recovered and is putting all this in the past and moving towards ending this week.
As hard and sometimes awful as my job has been this year, I have an equally if not more than awesome group of people who refill my far too often empty cup on a regular basis back in Paris! I am blessed beyond belief by the incredible friends that can't wait to hug my neck each time we are together despite that not being the norm here. (Kisses are more normal but less enjoyed...atleast the French kisses, ok ok, bad joke!) And while I have been awful at keeping in touch with my family and friends back in the States, I know the love and support from them is overwhelming as well.
So tonight, on this awful night, I have decided, instead of letting Grandma ruin the rest of the week, I'm choosing to shove my negativity right out the window behind me and be completely and utterly grateful for the two incredible Grandma's I have back in Texas.
And if you, my awesome Grandma's, want any advice: please think twice before you yell at anyone in the near future. They might just be someone's granddaughter.
I love you both so much and can't wait to see you at Christmas and hug both of your necks for longer than you may deem comfortable. :-)
...Mama said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this my mama said!
Today has been a day from Heck! hell, some might even say. It's been one of those no-good-very-bad days. Mama said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this my mama said. ... and boy was she right.
So today I fought a Grandma. Not mine! And there were not fists involved. In fact, I didn't actually do any of the fighting...the fighting was all done to me. If that even makes sense.
Somewhere between falling asleep this afternoon with an empty house and waking up from my nap to a house of children and adults again I managed to piss off the Grandma. Multiple times.
(Explanation: this week I am at a small beach town spending the week with the family I work for at their 2nd (weekend) home with the kids and Grandma while the kids are on vacation. )
So cool, right? Hmm.
Let's see.... there's a language difference. An age difference. And basically a whole life difference.
I absolutely whole heartedly HATE with every ounce of who I am the people who use the "Elle ne comprends pas" (She doesn't understand) crud with me. It was true last year but as of right now, I comprends EVERYTHING you say. Even when you talk about me in front of my face. So take that.
Bitterness aside, the story goes like this. Grandma was not so nice to me this afternoon. I had woken up from a nap after having been left at the house alone for a few hours. Didn't think it would be a big deal to not set an alarm clock so I woke up after everyone had arrived back, therefore not being as hands on as Grandma prefers. (Mind you, I don't work for Grandma but at certain times during the week I have felt as though I was her slave driver) So I was getting snapped at here and there for reasons unknown and just brushed it aside. I don't know Grandma and Grandma might've gotten out of the car on the wrong side or something (ha, trying to find humor where ever I can) for all I knew. Then I go downstairs and Grandma yells at me. I'm not meaning raised voice, I mean anger in voice with every word being spat in my direction. (Preface: I don't get yelled at. If I got yelled at as a child it was because something was about to go down and it wasn't good. Of course I yelled at my parents more often than I should've but I don't really appreciate being yelled at nor do I take it well, especially when I feel I did nothing wrong). I half understand what she's saying but I get the memo: She's pissed, and I'm going to take a wild guess and say its at yours truely! Then Grandma "barked" at me to unload the dishwasher while she sat at the table and wrote some precious little post cards. Sweet. No problem, don't bother helping on top of barking orders at me. I asked what time dinner would be served and she sniped something else in my direction. I decided to retreat to my bedroom to avoid the awkwardness that Grandma was toting around thinking I'd be safe up there. No more than an hour later was I being "barked" at again that dinner was ready. An hour earlier than normal. I come down, surprised that the dinner is being served when half the family isn't even present (not normal!) and sit down at my place. Grandma is still not happy and I'm about to get a second lashing. Yep. Here we go again. I get yelled at yet again, for what i'm guessing is the same thing as earlier, and when I try to defend myself it gets me nowhere so I decide being quiet is the best route at this point. Honestly I wanted to throw the food at the annoying cat begging for it and go back to my room but I humbly at the food prepared by angry Grandma. And trust me, you can tell when food was not made with love.
Later on in the evening I find out from the Mom (who speaks English, thank GOD!) that Grandma is mad at me because apparently she had to do everything in the 40 minute span of time when she got home and that I was not up from my nap and she is angry about that. I didn't help with anything today is really what she said. I was able to defend myself to the Mom who explains and confirms my own thoughts that Grandma is indeed older and that she gets frustrated quite easily and that I need to help without being asked to do so. Cool. thanks. Got the memo. Do my job! Check. I thought I was??? So what is Grandma here for if she can't do a thing or two occasionally??? And apparently she did, but she just became terribly bitter that it was her and not me.
So the end conclusion: its just a big misunderstanding! phew! I can sleep soundly now.
Then the story doesn't end there. Even though I thought it did and wish it had.
So as I was fighting the 5 year to brush his teeth despite his lack of desire to do so tonight I start overhearing the Mom and Grandma arguing loudly. I go and quietly sit on the stairs to try and eavesdrop and thats when my heart sank and all I wanted to do was run for the hills (if there are any around here...maybe London would be closer). Mom is so kindly trying to defend me explaining that it was just a big misunderstanding and I imagine her saying things like "you need to calm down and be more patient with her, she's doing a great job" (at least I wish she was saying those things) but who knows what is being said in my defense because before I can hear any more of the Mom I hear the Grandma cut in yelling something about how I'm disrespectful because I didn't come to dinner when she called for me (insert YELLED AT ME to come down). Then comes my most hated phrase of all time "Elle ne comprends pas" (She doesn't understand).
....BUT I DO UNDERSTAND!!! I understand that you are mad at me for stupid reasons, I understand that you yelled at me 3 times tonight when you could've expressed yourself in a calmer manner and been much more polite, I understand that you are older and do not have patience like a 24 year old (and you should be glad as well or else WW3 might've begun tonight). And while French might not be my first language and while I am far from being fluent, I am far from being stupid and far from not understanding.
So I did what any young person working 24/7 for a family of 4 very high energy, semi wretched kids would do and I sat on the stairs listening to Grandma yell at Mom about how awful I was and cried.
I like to think that living in Paris has caused me to develop some pretty tough skin, but I'm happy to announce that beyond that tough skin is still a heart and regardless of age or thickness of skin, it still hurts to be yelled at and about.
So there we are. That was my day.
Please, no pity party. I already did and I have to let you know the party ended a while ago and that party of 1 has now recovered and is putting all this in the past and moving towards ending this week.
As hard and sometimes awful as my job has been this year, I have an equally if not more than awesome group of people who refill my far too often empty cup on a regular basis back in Paris! I am blessed beyond belief by the incredible friends that can't wait to hug my neck each time we are together despite that not being the norm here. (Kisses are more normal but less enjoyed...atleast the French kisses, ok ok, bad joke!) And while I have been awful at keeping in touch with my family and friends back in the States, I know the love and support from them is overwhelming as well.
So tonight, on this awful night, I have decided, instead of letting Grandma ruin the rest of the week, I'm choosing to shove my negativity right out the window behind me and be completely and utterly grateful for the two incredible Grandma's I have back in Texas.
And if you, my awesome Grandma's, want any advice: please think twice before you yell at anyone in the near future. They might just be someone's granddaughter.
I love you both so much and can't wait to see you at Christmas and hug both of your necks for longer than you may deem comfortable. :-)
...Mama said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this my mama said!
Wednesday, October 19
alors
So this growing up thing....when did I agree to it???
Lets be honest...have I actually grown up yet? I mean if you look at my life, I kind of live it like I'm a big kid...a really big kid...which is awesome in some ways and not so awesome in others.
For instance, when things break or need to be replaced, I am a grown up in that fact where I have to replace things myself. Ew.
Whatever happened to mom and dad paying for everything? yes, I was very blessed as a child.
And why does everything that needs to be replaced have to be so expensive?!
First my glasses. Ok, so that was a wise investment as now I can see and I look cute doing so.
Now the battery on my computer seems to have gone out and so it only works when its plugged in which is normally always right now but in the future I will need to take it outside my 11m2 apartment for whatever reason and then what shall I do??
I would love to continue being a kid in a world where there were no worries. Wouldn't that be great? Or at least all your bills were paid. Which mine are, so who am I kidding? But still... Daddy isn't a phone call away anymore. Well, he is. But not for footing the bill of my every desire. (or need, sometimes)
So when you become my age, or get to my point in life, where you're a big kid... you get to make big kid choices such as: To replace the battery on my computer or to explore Paris? Such hard decisions!
On a different note, I tried to upload a post about Barcelona but lacking time mixed with my crappy internet means I'm not sure how that worked out and if I need to repeat it but seeing as its past midnight and I have French class in the morning I should probably do other things ....like sleep!
Ps. this weekend is the Salon du chocolat! It's a big chocolate exposition and I'm going. And on a similar note: I opened a new bank account last week and received my new bank card today and it looks like a chocolate bar. How cool, yea? So maybe i'll put some money in my new bank account and use it at the chocolate exposition this weekend. How ironic would that be?
Have a great afternoon, ya'll!!!
Love, moi
Lets be honest...have I actually grown up yet? I mean if you look at my life, I kind of live it like I'm a big kid...a really big kid...which is awesome in some ways and not so awesome in others.
For instance, when things break or need to be replaced, I am a grown up in that fact where I have to replace things myself. Ew.
Whatever happened to mom and dad paying for everything? yes, I was very blessed as a child.
And why does everything that needs to be replaced have to be so expensive?!
First my glasses. Ok, so that was a wise investment as now I can see and I look cute doing so.
Now the battery on my computer seems to have gone out and so it only works when its plugged in which is normally always right now but in the future I will need to take it outside my 11m2 apartment for whatever reason and then what shall I do??
I would love to continue being a kid in a world where there were no worries. Wouldn't that be great? Or at least all your bills were paid. Which mine are, so who am I kidding? But still... Daddy isn't a phone call away anymore. Well, he is. But not for footing the bill of my every desire. (or need, sometimes)
So when you become my age, or get to my point in life, where you're a big kid... you get to make big kid choices such as: To replace the battery on my computer or to explore Paris? Such hard decisions!
On a different note, I tried to upload a post about Barcelona but lacking time mixed with my crappy internet means I'm not sure how that worked out and if I need to repeat it but seeing as its past midnight and I have French class in the morning I should probably do other things ....like sleep!
Ps. this weekend is the Salon du chocolat! It's a big chocolate exposition and I'm going. And on a similar note: I opened a new bank account last week and received my new bank card today and it looks like a chocolate bar. How cool, yea? So maybe i'll put some money in my new bank account and use it at the chocolate exposition this weekend. How ironic would that be?
Have a great afternoon, ya'll!!!
Love, moi
Tuesday, October 11
feel good purchases -stupid kids- and bbms that don't work
Longest title yet? Possibly.
Before I even have a chance to update you on all that has been going on in my life lately I have quite possibly first major event to share about with my kids. Well -- ok not major and probably not the first since I've talked a bit about them but let me go. So last year when I said I wished for a job where there was actual work I had no clue that the next year (this year) I'd have a job that completely filled that wish. If ever I have had to work for my money it is here and now. And I mean it. First off -- I am probably at a great weight and getting even smaller because of all the walking and climbing stairs that is required from this job. Not a complaint just means I am happy to go to bed at night and even happier for the weekends. (I am starting to feel a bit French in that I LIVE for my holidays now!!! weekends included!) Second -- while I am building better and better relationships with the 2 little boys I am watching -- the 11 year old girl and I still clash. As in super super bad. As in she makes me want to quit my job every time I have to interact with her for more than 10 seconds. Its such a shame because I have seen her sweet and gentle side and I know she has the ability to be respectful and kind but its like she forgets all that when she sees me and has nothing but awkward anger towards me. She feels as though she can boss me around and it ain't so! And not just boss me around but boss the boys around infront of me -- contradicting everything I tell them. I'd like to say that as a teenager I probably lacked in the patience department and was quite confrontational --- since being a nanny for quite some time now I have learned a lot -- and a lot of patience is one of those things. But for some reason when I am with this 11 year old girl I lack every ounce of patience I've ever had and some demon takes over me. Ok -- so its not that bad-- but sometimes I feel as if it is because she makes me so mad. But would she make you mad if you had just gotten 2 little boys to be calm in time for bed and she comes in and tells them they don't have to go to bed? So there we have it. Tonight all my patience went flying out the window and I lost it with her. I feel ultra bad. But sometimes kids just don't get it when you're nice and patient and easy going. right? Well at least thats what the father told me tonight. So although I don't feel ok for yelling at her... I hope she gets the point...the point that she can't boss me around and she can't boss the kids around contradicting me. Not ok.
So you're wondering if I want to be a nanny again? ....I'm leaning more towards looking at getting a real job in the near future.
And wondering if I ever want to have kids??? ....surprisingly yes! ok. lets be real...NOT anytime soon. After these last few years I'm going to need some time to recover from all the horrific encounters I've had but one day... in the far off future. But the thing I keep telling myself is that I will know what to do and what NOT to do.
So on that note: I found the leather jacket of my dreams. And i bought it. Now I'm more broke then I've ever been since before I started working back when I was 16 years old but I'm ok with that because I look cute. And I'm warm. And thats the more important thing. But cute is more fun to talk about. I'll have to post pictures one day after I tell you about my awesome adventures to Barcelona and being a tourist for a week in Paris. PS. I visited Galleries Lafayette -- a store much like Neiman Marcus but bigger and way cooler. I went there this past week end (a place I usually try to avoid --- like all shopping actually) and they are currently having a big sale (which is not common in France most sales are regulated by the government -- go figure!) and it was bad. The sale and me mixed did not make a good combo. After a year of not really shopping (because I had no money OR space to store anything else) I have learned how to deny my urges to spend (since I have no money or anywhere to store anything) and was able to leave with JUST the jacket and thats all. Oh and a cheap scarf. But who's asking.
And finally.... WHY ARE BLACK BERRY"S NOT WORKING TODAY?!?!?! Seriously. My blackberry is the end all be all and I need my connection to the outside world when I am in the house of horror every evening and I had no clue and still don't know what is going on outside my 4 (or more) walls here. Not ok. Switching to the iPhone as soon as I learn how to save again.
So thats that and I'm back and look forward to my upcoming posts on Barcelona and my adventures up to the top tier of the Eiffel Tower (coolest thing quite possibly that I've ever done).
Have a great evening! Love --- moi
Before I even have a chance to update you on all that has been going on in my life lately I have quite possibly first major event to share about with my kids. Well -- ok not major and probably not the first since I've talked a bit about them but let me go. So last year when I said I wished for a job where there was actual work I had no clue that the next year (this year) I'd have a job that completely filled that wish. If ever I have had to work for my money it is here and now. And I mean it. First off -- I am probably at a great weight and getting even smaller because of all the walking and climbing stairs that is required from this job. Not a complaint just means I am happy to go to bed at night and even happier for the weekends. (I am starting to feel a bit French in that I LIVE for my holidays now!!! weekends included!) Second -- while I am building better and better relationships with the 2 little boys I am watching -- the 11 year old girl and I still clash. As in super super bad. As in she makes me want to quit my job every time I have to interact with her for more than 10 seconds. Its such a shame because I have seen her sweet and gentle side and I know she has the ability to be respectful and kind but its like she forgets all that when she sees me and has nothing but awkward anger towards me. She feels as though she can boss me around and it ain't so! And not just boss me around but boss the boys around infront of me -- contradicting everything I tell them. I'd like to say that as a teenager I probably lacked in the patience department and was quite confrontational --- since being a nanny for quite some time now I have learned a lot -- and a lot of patience is one of those things. But for some reason when I am with this 11 year old girl I lack every ounce of patience I've ever had and some demon takes over me. Ok -- so its not that bad-- but sometimes I feel as if it is because she makes me so mad. But would she make you mad if you had just gotten 2 little boys to be calm in time for bed and she comes in and tells them they don't have to go to bed? So there we have it. Tonight all my patience went flying out the window and I lost it with her. I feel ultra bad. But sometimes kids just don't get it when you're nice and patient and easy going. right? Well at least thats what the father told me tonight. So although I don't feel ok for yelling at her... I hope she gets the point...the point that she can't boss me around and she can't boss the kids around contradicting me. Not ok.
So you're wondering if I want to be a nanny again? ....I'm leaning more towards looking at getting a real job in the near future.
And wondering if I ever want to have kids??? ....surprisingly yes! ok. lets be real...NOT anytime soon. After these last few years I'm going to need some time to recover from all the horrific encounters I've had but one day... in the far off future. But the thing I keep telling myself is that I will know what to do and what NOT to do.
So on that note: I found the leather jacket of my dreams. And i bought it. Now I'm more broke then I've ever been since before I started working back when I was 16 years old but I'm ok with that because I look cute. And I'm warm. And thats the more important thing. But cute is more fun to talk about. I'll have to post pictures one day after I tell you about my awesome adventures to Barcelona and being a tourist for a week in Paris. PS. I visited Galleries Lafayette -- a store much like Neiman Marcus but bigger and way cooler. I went there this past week end (a place I usually try to avoid --- like all shopping actually) and they are currently having a big sale (which is not common in France most sales are regulated by the government -- go figure!) and it was bad. The sale and me mixed did not make a good combo. After a year of not really shopping (because I had no money OR space to store anything else) I have learned how to deny my urges to spend (since I have no money or anywhere to store anything) and was able to leave with JUST the jacket and thats all. Oh and a cheap scarf. But who's asking.
And finally.... WHY ARE BLACK BERRY"S NOT WORKING TODAY?!?!?! Seriously. My blackberry is the end all be all and I need my connection to the outside world when I am in the house of horror every evening and I had no clue and still don't know what is going on outside my 4 (or more) walls here. Not ok. Switching to the iPhone as soon as I learn how to save again.
So thats that and I'm back and look forward to my upcoming posts on Barcelona and my adventures up to the top tier of the Eiffel Tower (coolest thing quite possibly that I've ever done).
Have a great evening! Love --- moi
Monday, October 10
Monday, October 3
a quick update
1. last week I finally left work for the first time in a month and didn't hate my life so things are looking up.
2. Amy is in town so I am staying busy showing off my favorite place
3. My comma button on my computer still doesn't work so yea ----
4. Just got back in town from spending the weekend in Barceona... holy moly is that place amaazing!
5. My apartment is really hot at 3pm in the afternoon -- i need a fan
6. Less than 3 months until I am back in Texas! woo hoo
I hope thats enough to hold you silly people over until I can give a proper update.
Hope you all are doing swell!!!
Love moi
2. Amy is in town so I am staying busy showing off my favorite place
3. My comma button on my computer still doesn't work so yea ----
4. Just got back in town from spending the weekend in Barceona... holy moly is that place amaazing!
5. My apartment is really hot at 3pm in the afternoon -- i need a fan
6. Less than 3 months until I am back in Texas! woo hoo
I hope thats enough to hold you silly people over until I can give a proper update.
Hope you all are doing swell!!!
Love moi
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