Kids say the darndest things: babysitting edition

Aside from babysitting providing a decent source of income, it also provides some incredibly amusing moments. From yesterday:

1. The two kids were playing on this giant hammock and basically trying their best to aggravate each other. At one point, they both rolled towards the middle and the little boy almost kissed his sister's butt, and which point she said ewl. Having narrowly avoided this, it obviously became his MISSION in life to kiss her butt. After some struggle his sister said "EWL! What boy would want to kiss a girl's butt?!?!" To which he replied, "I don't know"....looked up at me with his innocent 6 year old eyes, "... maybe that's something I will like when I'm older....?"

So wise beyond his years.

2. I'm sitting with the little boy while he eats lunch and he says "You know what is funny? Most little boys want to be like..firemen and astronauts when they are little..but once they grow up.." I assume he has wisely realized that we often end up with boring jobs so I said "a lawyer? an accountant? a doctor?", and he says "no, like, a magician. That's what most people end up being. I am pretty sure that is what I will end up doing." And he goes back to eating his soup.

3. (These may be repeats, but I don't care.)

We are in the kids playroom in the basement and there is a sleeping bag on the couch. The kids say "that's daddy's sleeping bag because sometimes he sleeps in the basement.." And then the mom, clearly realizing what I must be thinking yells from upstairs "WHEN HE IS ON CALL! Sometimes daddy sleeps in the basement when he is on call so he doesn't wake up mommy."

4. I always thought people were kidding about how kids just pick the weirdest information to share.

Me: So do you guys want to play a game, or we could play soccer or..
Little Boy: If mommy didn't dye her hair it would be gray.
Little Girl: Yeah, mommy has gray hair. But she dyes it.

This is the information they share? Why? Silly random, adorable children.

This made me laugh out loud

Okay, transport back to a few months ago when I had a date with Suitor # 2 that ended up with him cumming all over my stomach and me being disgusted with him. Got it? Remember when I told him in an email that he is terrible? Great.

Then recall that he texted and emailed me almost every other day with "hey, what's up?". "want to get a drink?". "we should get a drink?" "interested?" "hey, interested."

I tried giving him a friendly "no". I tried ignoring him. I tried saying "NEVER contact me again, ever, I will never get a drink with you. Stop contacting me". To which he responded "Thank god ;)"

Great. And for a month..he was quiet.

Then last week he said "hey, just wanted to say hi and see how your summer had gone." Okay, no reason for me to be bitchy, I sent him a message back just like "summer has been good, not ready for the fall, hope your adjustment has been good."

Why I did this? No idea...because then the messages came back in.

"Want to get a drink?"

"We should meet at Salt Hill tonight!"

"Drinks tonight?"

So I said "Hey, again, I have no interest in ever meeting you again, but I saw no reason to be a bitch and not respond to your message."

Him: "Um okay, thanks I guess."

Him: "What are you up to?"

Him: "You have really pretty hair."

Him: "I like your eyes too."

UPDATE 8/29/11: Posted today despite me never responding to the above "2.50 beers at salt hill. Want to put some down with me?"

The BEST part is that okcupid.com puts all your contact with someone in one message - so within the same box you can see things like "never contact me again" followed by "your hair is pretty".

Clearly this guy is crazy. But it does make me laugh :)

Note: I think I'll just keep adding his emails to this post to see how long he continues without me ever responding.

BEER OLYMPICS!

GO team Misfits!!!!

So the week and weekend was super busy. I did a ton of babysitting (including some tie-dye Wednesday that went array and the kids and I scrubbed the wood deck and furniture with detergent and our fingers until our skin was pink and the stains were gone) and was also really busy with work.

Oh, and a bought an incredible new bed - bargained down from $850 to $350. Go me!

Friday afternoon/evening we hung out with our friend who moved recently but came back up for Beer Olympics. I stepped out for a few hours to babysit, and then we did some practice for the next day.

Saturday was Beer Olympics and it was amazing but really long (4 pm to 2 am). We had a bit of a rag-tag team because so many of the usual players were out of town, but we had an amazing time and we won the gold in 2/5 events and came in second overall. We could have won first but my team had a 2 hour break in between the semi-finals and finals and our opponents played the entire time - so we were all sleeping/sober and it was super unfair.

Sunday morning my parents came over early to take care of a few last things before they had back to CT for the fall to get back to teaching. Sad. I'll miss seeing them weekly. Then I rushed off to help a friend scan subjects for the afternoon and then finally got to my massive workload.

And this week is crazy busy and I am beyond stressed out. We have a workshop all week from 8 am to 5 pm lead by the two guys who wrote/continue to write the program that half the world uses to analyze fMRI data. They are super nice, but it's really complicated stuff and you HAVE to pay attention the entire day and get all your questions in - because when will you have this chance again, ya know? So I come home and I am completely spent but I (1) got nasty nasty feedback from my adviser on my latest paper draft and (2) HOLY FUCK have a grant due for my qualifying exam around September 1st and waited WAY too long to pull it off. I am legitimately freaked out about a deadline for the first time I cam remember. Not good. And I'm way too tired to do a good job with it after these super long workshop days. F.


Other things on the radar. Caitlin invited me to sex camp AND I am really tempted to go because (1) it would be awesome and (2) I could potentially sleep with my favorite actor from The State (look it up). But...I'm not sure I can take the time off AND I am pretty sure The Klapper would not be cool with it. Which is not exactly fair because it's not like we are something significant, but I think if I flip perspectives I would be pretty grossed out if he came back from sex camp.

Also, The Ex (aka Mr. Big) completely blindsided me last week and it still sort of catches me occasionally. We haven't had any contact since I cut things off for good in early July, and he sent me an email with the lyrics and a link to Adele's "Someone like you". Knife through the heart. Right there. Big time. It's like a huge indictment of how much I hurt him / how much he is still hurting. Ugh. Not emotionally ready for that. ALSO, it's Adele's latest hit so it's constantly on the radio, which means I get to be reminded of this everytime it comes on. F.

And then The Klapper. I really needed to chill out last night, so I texted him with like "I'm having a terrible day/night, could we talk for a little. pretty please". And he never responded. I found out today that he was in the middle of nowhere and didn't get the message until noon today, but it was the little arsenic cherry on the shit sundae that is this week. And then we did end up talking for an hour tonight, and at some point I started thinking "is this really the guy I spend so much time stressing over? Why?". I don't know if it's just been so long that I feel completely disconnected from him (plus, he told me tonight that he'll prob get back to Hanover a week later than expected b/c they are putting an addition on the house he is moving into - terrible timing for that news), but I just...am not feeling it right now. Not sure if it's time to look for someone new or wait to see how things feel when he EVENTUALLY gets back. Regardless, I am keeping my promise to myself to go without sex until I have my annual check-up on the 30th. Then..I guess we'll see.

All for now. Go Misfits!

P.S. Our team was The Island of Misfits aka Hawaii. It makes sense...trust me.

This weekend, I was a lumberjack

This weekend was incredibly chill and a nice break from the usual.

Friday night I hung out with my friend (the same friend I ran up Okemo with) and we went to his gorgeous house on the river and did the whole listen to music and cook a long, complicated dinner over many hours type deal. While drinking..maybe too much drinking. And then we went for a beautiful moon-lit walk along the Connecticut River at midnight. In many ways, it was the best date I have had in years..except for the fact that neither of us has "those" feelings for each other. So, it's great to have a good friend who likes doing the same stuff as me, I just wish I could sub him in for a guy who I want to date and who wants to date me

Saturday I got to be a lumberjack, so that was nice. Awkward Jesus is leaving for Germany for 3 months and got his entire winters supply of firewood delivered this week - so he bribed us with booze and food to stack wood all afternoon. It was actually very fun, and most of my friends were out of town so it was an opportunity to interact with some of the other psychology people who I never seem to spend time with.

And today, I was basically lazy all day, cleaned the house, and then did a catering gig (which was dumb, old people have no idea what is reasonable for people to do for $12/hour).

I did a terrible job being a productive student this weekend, but maybe I needed the rest. OR, maybe I am worn out from doing everything under the sun to make some extra money over the past few weeks (okay, not that...I haven't reached the point of doing dom work again because I can't find new clients with Craigslist sucking and I just..don't...want to go back to that other guy).

So..that's about it. Adviser was/has been unforgivably negligent so I'm about to explode on her this week. And The Klapper...well...eh. I took him off my gchat list so he could be "out of sight, out of mind" (because I hadn't felt like he had made a lot of effort these past few weeks and I just wanted to be over it) and then he promptly calls me today to see how I've been. Where exactly do men keep these sensors that tell them exactly when the girl they are fucking is becoming "over it"?

Coming to DC in Nov!

Mark your calendars, I'll be coming down sometime around Nov 10th and staying as long as possible. AS LONG AS POSSIBLE!

A Little of Everything This Weekend

Okay not sex. I am dying for sex. That didn't happen this weekend. But, otherwise it was good.

Friday - we had our last softball game (we lost, badly) and then did a going-away going out night type deal for my two friends who are leaving (who I miss SO MUCH, and who are now allowed to read the blog since they don't live in Hanover. Plus, they were never people I bitched about anyway). Went out to the very best cave-themed karaoke bar/dance club in all of Lebanon and did some dancing, drinking, etc. It was a good time, but it occurred to me around 1 am that the dull/nagging pain in my throat/lymph nodes/head ever since running up the mountain was turning into screaming pain, and maybe I should go to bed.

Saturday - got up early-ish to bring friends breakfast and say goodbye before they left - though there was something sort of right about sitting on the floor having Dunkin Donuts in an empty apartment, sharing a few laughs before they left. Smile/Sad. Ambivalence? Then I went off to track down a doctor to make sure I didn't have strep (I don't..just the standard post-camp "we don't know why your body has turned against you"). My parents came to run some errands, take me out to lunch, and try to cheer me up about my current grad school mess/hatred. And then I spent the night babysitting (MONEY!) and was home and in bed by 10 pm.

Sunday -after 12 hours+ of sleep, I finally felt well enough to get into the office and put in a solid 8 hour day and get some good writing done. That actually felt nice - because all week I was so awful feeling and out of it that I didn't really get anything good done.

So this week I am (1) trying to recover, (2) trying to be productive, and (3) trying not to have sex. I had a discussion with The Klapper yesterday and the next few weekends looks busy for both of us, and then it seemed silly to make a trip to see each other when he's going to be back the first week of September. So..this will be 7 weeks without seeing each other, and probably 4 weeks of me not getting laid. This doesn't look good. Must focus on work!

Woops - where did that go?

Allow me to paint a picture for you. It's Wednesday morning around 9:30 am and I walk into the student health center to make an appointment because nobody is answering the appointment line. It's summer term, so instead of the private office, they have a big room that everyone is operating out of, and there are about 7-8 people in the room.

Me: Hi, I need to make an appointment with a womens health practitioner.

Receptionist: Okay, and what do you need the appointment for.

Me: Um...womens health-related issues?

Receptionist: Ma'am, I really can't help you if you don't tell me what the problem is.

Me: (PAUSE...long enough so everyone in the room realizes this will be amusing) so...um....there may or may not be a condom lodged inside of me, and I would prefer there not to be.

Receptionist: (holding back laughter) Okay I can get you in at 10:30.

Me: (walks out the room with head down as the rest of the room snickers).

So yeah, I got a condom stuck inside me. It's out now, but it reminded me of being 17 in all the worst ways. Plus I lost a night of sleep trying to get the damn thing out.

You might be asking "hmm..I don't recall The Klapper coming to visit..." Well you would be right. Earlier this week, an old friend (blog name New Boy, back from March 2010 to July 2010 until he left for UCLA) gchatted me, we got to talking as I thought "why the fuck are we speaking after not talking for over a year?". Then, of course, it turns out he is in town for the week and wants to get a drink. Why not?

Drinks were great, we had a wonderful time, and I asked him to come back and we had some pretty decent sex (minus the condom issue). No regrets, but I think at this point I will wait a few weeks, get tested for stds, and try to keep myself from having sex until The Klapper returns. We have no plans to see each other before he comes back to Hanover (though he hinted at the end of August), and while I don't feel like I owe him anything (as I am currently his non-exclusive non-girlfriend), I think it'd be good to start in September with a clean bill of health and see how things develop with The Klapper.

Other than that - still totally sick from camp/running up the mountain, and work is kicking my butt this week. Adviser has been impossible to deal with, so I'm looking forward to her being gone for a week (even if it means yet another week where she ignores my work and holds me back).

Whatever, weekend should be fun and productive.

Another Post on Making Dumb Choices

But not the usual suspects for this category.

So I got back from camp feeling totally worn out and exhausted, little bit of a cough/throat-thing, but I REALLY wanted to run this 5k race up Okemo mountain with my parents and I convinced my friend to do it with me. We had plans to drive to Okemo Friday night, spend the night with my parents and some of their friends, and then run this race early Saturday morning which culminated in a Harpoon sponsored bbq with live music and lots of fun stuff. Awesome right?

TERRIBLE decision. I woke up not feeling the best Saturday morning and the race was the hardest athletic event I have ever participated in. Ever. The entire damn thing was straight uphill, sometimes reaching a 75 degree angle. The first mile was on road, but then it turned into this mud/rock combo that you couldn't even walk up, let alone run. Holy F. I started heaving up breakfast around mile 2, and it was just the most miserable event. The post-race bbq was actually a wonderful time (will put Facebook pics up), but I got back to Hanover and wanted to die. So I took a nap (right? me taking a nap - this was clearly dire) and then had to head over to a going away bbq (yet another set of dear friends leaving....totally miserable). I didn't really drink, made it to 11 pm, and then went home and slept for 12 hours. And then Sunday was a wash.

Go team!