Nanny Kayla

Tonight I miss being a Nanny.

I miss watching YoGabbaGabba with Zoey.

I miss making murals with Penny and her love of my "rainbow" shirt.

I miss rocking Ben to sleep.

I miss Remi and Evie doing my hair.

I am ever so grateful for the job I have... but some days I miss being a Nanny.

I miss...

 The snuggles and stories.

Making chicken nuggets and baby cereal

Coloring and creating

hugs and kisses

nap time and play time.

I miss having car seats in my car and a diaper bag next to me on the front seat.

I miss singing Disney songs and playing beauty parlor.

Life is never better when you get to spend it with children.

On nights like this a do Facebook stalk and I look at how much each of those special children have grown.

One of the hardest parts about being a Nanny is not the hours, tantrums or pay.

It's the letting go.

I just live in the basement....

Mom & Dad Measure the Windows for New Blinds

M: Is it 32 inches or 48 inches?

D: Just a sec.....

* Snap of the measuring tape*

M: "Oops.... I let go"

D: Ya... your not suppose to do that.

Grandma's Toaster

Me: Does Grandma use her new Toaster?

Mom: Grandma just got a new toaster for her Birthday."

Me: I know!

Mom: So what your question???

Me: Does Grandma use her new Toaster?!?!

Painful Right Arm

Me: Mom! My right arm has shooting pains... I think maybe I'm having a stroke.

Dad: Do you smell toast?

Me: ....No

Dad: Then it's not a stroke. People smell toast when they are having strokes.

Why would you do that??

K: * Gushes Mom's arm*

M: OW! Why would you do that? 

D: Everyone be nice

M: * Pinches Kayla arm*

K: OW! That hurt! Dad.. Mom pinched me!

D: EVERYONE be nice.

K: *Pokes Mom*

M: Ow stop that! * Pokes or gushes Kayla*

D: Stop it you guys!

*Poking/ Pushing/ Pinching/ Gushing Continues*

K: Dad! Mom just pinched me real hard...

M: You gushed my arm first and it will leave a bruise I bet!

D: Both of you stop it!

*Poking/ Pushing/ Pinching/ Gushing Continues*

Dad: * Sigh*

Half of that eclair was MINE

I'm in a funk
Plus my so called mother ate my eclair.
Technically half of it was hers.... but the other half was mine!
I did my very best whinny to my daddy and all he said was
"I'm sorry"
So i ate a dry crumbling chips ahoy cookie and proceed to pout.
I'm just so grown up in that way.

Anyway so I'm in a funk...
Whenever I'm in a funk I get the yearning for some sappy chick flick.
So last night @ 11:02 I popped in "The Proposal" because who
doesn't like Sandra Bullock plus its was my latest "bargain bin" find.
(...Ok that's a lie... it was $10 on the shelf of Target but close enough.)
But then I realized that Sandra Bullock is way to old for cutie pie
Ryan Reynolds.
The illusion of love was lost after 15 minutes of
this cradle robbing chick flick and I turned my TV off.
(Just FYI  Sandra  is 12 years older then Ryan...)  

So basically what this post is about is that I have no creamy chocolate dessert and no good sappy chick flick to ride out my "Funk" with..... Oh first world problems.
I wont even begin to mention how my hair is in need of some serious washing but that I don't want to go to bed with wet hair....

Weight loss journey begins..... I want some ranch.

Once upon a time there was a girl who wore size 12 pants.

Size 12 is such an average number that French fries and Chicken 

dipped in holy loads of creamy ranch was an average meal.

That girl lived in SLC and had skippity steps to skip down.

She skipped and skopped her way right down to a size 10.

Size 10 looked so "trim" compared to 12 that trim foods 

 like spinach found a way to excommunicate the Holy Lord of Ranch.

Then came the great freeze.

The great freeze where this girl sat at a desk that had no skippity steps.

No skippity steps and the Holy Lord  of Ranch returned in the form of JCWs.

This girl was a trim 10 so of course trim people can eat HOLY LOADS of ranch.

WRONG!

This girl is now a size 14 and her only saving grace is that if a plan crashed in the ocean...

maybe all the fat residing on her tummy would help her float.

Then again maybe not....

So now this girl eats fish ( YUCK!) and broccoli for dinner.

She goes to her first training session at the gym

and comes home so sore that walking downstairs

is a comedy act all by it's self....

Everything HURTS!

This girl stinks and aches and is not a trim little 10.

(We won't even go into the fact that to be truly healthy ...

her short person body should be an 8...)

So dear Teeny Tiny Shrink My Hiney Fairy Godmother....

Please visit soon!

If you can't find me I will crying at the gym in pain 

while randomly stuffing fruits and veggies down my throat.

Because all I ever wanted in my whole life was to 

gracefully sink to the bottom off the ocean if my plane 

did happen to crash. 

Oh and my thighs not rubbing together would be nice too!

Try so hard that you succeed

Today I am grateful for friends.
I had a "5 second" whine fest and some how out of my snobby mouth popped the phrase
" I'm doing all that I am suppose to."
This is a lie.
I was ashamed the second it came strutting out of my mouth.
I have things I could work a lot harder on.
There are things I should do that I don't
and things that I do that I shouldn't.
I am however grateful for a friend who believes in me.
Who believes that I can be my very best and that
One day....oh one day....
One day I will make it to the top.
"Life is Hard.... Try Harder"
When I was little and whining that something was to hard and or that I didn't want to do something my Daddy would say what seemed ,at the time, to be the most ANNOYING phrase...
"Try so hard that you succeed".
I always then did end up succeeding in what he wanted me to do.


So now I will go wash out my snobby mouth and try harder.
I will succeed and I will most likely watch Anne of Green Gables.
Oh how I have always wished to live in the era of the early 1900's....
but that mine friends is another story.
Good Night

Rambles

I have an itch.
It comes every few months and makes me plain crazy.
I have an itch to wander.... to just up and leave and go somewhere far away.
I want to pet a sheep in Scotland.
I am not kidding.
I dream about petting  that wooly sheep.
I am a petter of animals.
BUt that's getting off subject,
See? I'm restless.
I have fifty-two thoughts bumping and running in my head.
If I was brave and good at making friend....
 I might just up and go on an adventure.
The problem is that I know me.
I would end up homesick in a far away land.
Beauty is not beauty unless you have someone to share it with.
So it is with an adventure.

I worry that my "Uncontent" feelings will slowly ground me to dust as I sit at a computer inputting medical records. I worry that all the butterflies are a sign to go and find my destiny. I don't want them to turn into "what ifs". I also think that my mind wanders during 8 hours of computer desk sitting and I need to realize my life is not a Jane Austin story.

So Life will go on. I won't wander far. I will work at my computer and watch my small nest egg grow. I will be grumpy about being inside during summer and I may even cry. On weekends I will push Krystal out of bed to go on adventures to Walmart. Ruth will walk the school track with me and we will yammer about odds and ends. Andy will be game to going up the canyon to light fires and roast hot dogs. Ruth will get us to Lagoon where we scream and laugh and  in the end everyone will be grumpy from to much sun and motion. Krystal will keep coming to my desk at so we can fill water bottles full Dr. Pepper. Ruth will keep singing. Mom will keep buying baby close while dad pushes the cart. My life is a simple one. I don't run to Scotland to pet sheep but I do come out of cave once in awhile to smell the air and see a friendly face. This is all pure rambling that makes no sense. It's not funny or clever. I know how my year will end and for now my itching as calmed down enough for me to be OK with it.

I was funny in SLC...
In Orem I am boring.
I read all my SLC posts and laughed.
I read my Orem posts a cringed.
My eyes now grow fuzzy with the combination of how boring this post is and how tired I am.
I will find a cold pillow and hopefully sleep.
Happy Spring everyone.