The poisoned apple. Ooh, scary…


We’ve all seen fairytale movies at some point, right?
And chances are, we’ve seen Enchanted or at least Snow White. If you’ve seen those, you’ve most likely seen the poisoned apple in the movie. All shiny, perfectly red and round. I have always wanted to see a real apple like that. Is that weird? Of course it is!
So my mom buys fruit, like any normal person. One day, I pass the fruit bowl, and I feast my eyes upon this beauty:

Oh… my… GOSH!!! It was THE POISONED APPLE! This it was lovingly called for a few days until Lula picked this one out. She was about to dig in, but I went hysterical and told her to stop- I had to take a picture. So I did! Here they are.

Don’t worry, it wasn’t really poison…

Doesn’t that look COOL?!

Which book does that remind you of? I know, I’m a bit of a fangirl, I apologize.

-DQ#1

The poisoned apple. Ooh, scary…


We’ve all seen fairytale movies at some point, right?
And chances are, we’ve seen Enchanted or at least Snow White. If you’ve seen those, you’ve most likely seen the poisoned apple in the movie. All shiny, perfectly red and round. I have always wanted to see a real apple like that. Is that weird? Of course it is!
So my mom buys fruit, like any normal person. One day, I pass the fruit bowl, and I feast my eyes upon this beauty:

Oh… my… GOSH!!! It was THE POISONED APPLE! This it was lovingly called for a few days until Lula picked this one out. She was about to dig in, but I went hysterical and told her to stop- I had to take a picture. So I did! Here they are.

Don’t worry, it wasn’t really poison…

Doesn’t that look COOL?!

Which book does that remind you of? I know, I’m a bit of a fangirl, I apologize.

-DQ#1

The poisoned apple. Ooh, scary…


We’ve all seen fairytale movies at some point, right?
And chances are, we’ve seen Enchanted or at least Snow White. If you’ve seen those, you’ve most likely seen the poisoned apple in the movie. All shiny, perfectly red and round. I have always wanted to see a real apple like that. Is that weird? Of course it is!
So my mom buys fruit, like any normal person. One day, I pass the fruit bowl, and I feast my eyes upon this beauty:

Oh… my… GOSH!!! It was THE POISONED APPLE! This it was lovingly called for a few days until Lula picked this one out. She was about to dig in, but I went hysterical and told her to stop- I had to take a picture. So I did! Here they are.

Don’t worry, it wasn’t really poison…

Doesn’t that look COOL?!

Which book does that remind you of? I know, I’m a bit of a fangirl, I apologize.

-DQ#1

Thing 2.

Have you been craving an update on my baby brother, picture-style? Have you been wondering when I would show my cute sibling to you, revealing his cuteness? Well, stop craving and wondering! These pictures are here, ready for you to view!
This is Thing 2. How thoroughly cute is this kid?
Me and Thing 2. I think we’re related, how about you?
One of the cutest blurry pictures of Thing 2. I want to give him squeezes!

-DQ#1

Thing 2.

Have you been craving an update on my baby brother, picture-style? Have you been wondering when I would show my cute sibling to you, revealing his cuteness? Well, stop craving and wondering! These pictures are here, ready for you to view!
This is Thing 2. How thoroughly cute is this kid?
Me and Thing 2. I think we’re related, how about you?
One of the cutest blurry pictures of Thing 2. I want to give him squeezes!

-DQ#1

Thing 2.

Have you been craving an update on my baby brother, picture-style? Have you been wondering when I would show my cute sibling to you, revealing his cuteness? Well, stop craving and wondering! These pictures are here, ready for you to view!
This is Thing 2. How thoroughly cute is this kid?
Me and Thing 2. I think we’re related, how about you?
One of the cutest blurry pictures of Thing 2. I want to give him squeezes!

-DQ#1

Adventures in Babysitting #1.

I have now decided to record my babysitting experiences on this blog. This isn’t the first job I’ve gotten, by far though, so don’t worry that I’ve started babysitting at an oldish age. I started about eleven and a half, so I’m experienced enough. And, if you happen to be a lucky reader of this blog, and I babysit for you, you’re in luck! You will get to read what happens while you are away. This can be a good and educational experience for you as it will teach you what the basic reactions your child has to being babysat by none other than me! Great, I sound like a book. Tell me, in appearance am I showing any signs of bookish attributes? No? Good. Anyway…
I get picked up at 6:30 sharp, and we drive off. She tells me that the baby is asleep and probably no trouble from her all night. Nice. As she is unlocking the door, I hear the little girl, M, shrieking “Eee-ee! EE-ee!” That’s my name, and I love hearing her say it, because once upon a time, she hated me. When she heard her mother unlock the door, she would start BAWLING. Bawling I tell you! And she would always scream and scream until sometimes she barfed, and as you know, I am simply not good around that. But we’re on good terms now, even buddies. Back to the story.
She runs up and hugs me briefly, then runs back around the couch and dances by their new Christmas tree. Their oldest child, W, looks up at me then hides himself, shy. He usually isn’t, but lately he is getting really shy. Huh… The mom tells me what the agenda is, then they leave. W then asks the usual questions:
“What’s in the bag?” He asks this because usually because I bring a bag with me. If no bag, he’ll just ask what I’ve brought. This time I’ve brought homework and a camera. Rule #1 of babysitting; always bring a camera. So we play with the camera, and I end up taking an awesome blurry picture of the tree. Then it’s time to rest the camera, and we break out the books. We read and read and read, until it’s time for bed for M. So I tell her it’s time, and she cries. And cries. And cries. And screams, until I cannot bear it anymore. W gets ready, and I get M and tell her to lie down on the couch while W goes to bed. Thank goodness HE doesn’t give me grief! M lays down, and I begin homework. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Ugh. Dumb, monotonous work. It’s nine ‘0’ clock now, time to try again to put her to bed. I get halfway down the hall, she is weakly protesting even though she isn’t fully awake, when I trip on a toy car in the TILE hallway. I flinch at the loud noise. Classic me. Uh oh, now she is awake. The screaming begins!!! I take her back to the couch, where she promptly starts snoring silently. At 9:43, they come back and I go home.
Well, that was my first recorded babysitting job! More to come! Until next time,

-DQ#1

Adventures in Babysitting #1.

I have now decided to record my babysitting experiences on this blog. This isn’t the first job I’ve gotten, by far though, so don’t worry that I’ve started babysitting at an oldish age. I started about eleven and a half, so I’m experienced enough. And, if you happen to be a lucky reader of this blog, and I babysit for you, you’re in luck! You will get to read what happens while you are away. This can be a good and educational experience for you as it will teach you what the basic reactions your child has to being babysat by none other than me! Great, I sound like a book. Tell me, in appearance am I showing any signs of bookish attributes? No? Good. Anyway…
I get picked up at 6:30 sharp, and we drive off. She tells me that the baby is asleep and probably no trouble from her all night. Nice. As she is unlocking the door, I hear the little girl, M, shrieking “Eee-ee! EE-ee!” That’s my name, and I love hearing her say it, because once upon a time, she hated me. When she heard her mother unlock the door, she would start BAWLING. Bawling I tell you! And she would always scream and scream until sometimes she barfed, and as you know, I am simply not good around that. But we’re on good terms now, even buddies. Back to the story.
She runs up and hugs me briefly, then runs back around the couch and dances by their new Christmas tree. Their oldest child, W, looks up at me then hides himself, shy. He usually isn’t, but lately he is getting really shy. Huh… The mom tells me what the agenda is, then they leave. W then asks the usual questions:
“What’s in the bag?” He asks this because usually because I bring a bag with me. If no bag, he’ll just ask what I’ve brought. This time I’ve brought homework and a camera. Rule #1 of babysitting; always bring a camera. So we play with the camera, and I end up taking an awesome blurry picture of the tree. Then it’s time to rest the camera, and we break out the books. We read and read and read, until it’s time for bed for M. So I tell her it’s time, and she cries. And cries. And cries. And screams, until I cannot bear it anymore. W gets ready, and I get M and tell her to lie down on the couch while W goes to bed. Thank goodness HE doesn’t give me grief! M lays down, and I begin homework. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Ugh. Dumb, monotonous work. It’s nine ‘0’ clock now, time to try again to put her to bed. I get halfway down the hall, she is weakly protesting even though she isn’t fully awake, when I trip on a toy car in the TILE hallway. I flinch at the loud noise. Classic me. Uh oh, now she is awake. The screaming begins!!! I take her back to the couch, where she promptly starts snoring silently. At 9:43, they come back and I go home.
Well, that was my first recorded babysitting job! More to come! Until next time,

-DQ#1

Adventures in Babysitting #1.

I have now decided to record my babysitting experiences on this blog. This isn’t the first job I’ve gotten, by far though, so don’t worry that I’ve started babysitting at an oldish age. I started about eleven and a half, so I’m experienced enough. And, if you happen to be a lucky reader of this blog, and I babysit for you, you’re in luck! You will get to read what happens while you are away. This can be a good and educational experience for you as it will teach you what the basic reactions your child has to being babysat by none other than me! Great, I sound like a book. Tell me, in appearance am I showing any signs of bookish attributes? No? Good. Anyway…
I get picked up at 6:30 sharp, and we drive off. She tells me that the baby is asleep and probably no trouble from her all night. Nice. As she is unlocking the door, I hear the little girl, M, shrieking “Eee-ee! EE-ee!” That’s my name, and I love hearing her say it, because once upon a time, she hated me. When she heard her mother unlock the door, she would start BAWLING. Bawling I tell you! And she would always scream and scream until sometimes she barfed, and as you know, I am simply not good around that. But we’re on good terms now, even buddies. Back to the story.
She runs up and hugs me briefly, then runs back around the couch and dances by their new Christmas tree. Their oldest child, W, looks up at me then hides himself, shy. He usually isn’t, but lately he is getting really shy. Huh… The mom tells me what the agenda is, then they leave. W then asks the usual questions:
“What’s in the bag?” He asks this because usually because I bring a bag with me. If no bag, he’ll just ask what I’ve brought. This time I’ve brought homework and a camera. Rule #1 of babysitting; always bring a camera. So we play with the camera, and I end up taking an awesome blurry picture of the tree. Then it’s time to rest the camera, and we break out the books. We read and read and read, until it’s time for bed for M. So I tell her it’s time, and she cries. And cries. And cries. And screams, until I cannot bear it anymore. W gets ready, and I get M and tell her to lie down on the couch while W goes to bed. Thank goodness HE doesn’t give me grief! M lays down, and I begin homework. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Ugh. Dumb, monotonous work. It’s nine ‘0’ clock now, time to try again to put her to bed. I get halfway down the hall, she is weakly protesting even though she isn’t fully awake, when I trip on a toy car in the TILE hallway. I flinch at the loud noise. Classic me. Uh oh, now she is awake. The screaming begins!!! I take her back to the couch, where she promptly starts snoring silently. At 9:43, they come back and I go home.
Well, that was my first recorded babysitting job! More to come! Until next time,

-DQ#1

Aw, shucks.

Hello, my dears! How was your Thanksgiving? Did you travel? Where’d you go? Fantastic! I went to Snowflake, AZ and had fun! We went up to Snowflake on Thanksgiving and it was cold!!! My uncle’s pond was frozen over. We waited, and waited, and waited just to have all of the food ready. Then we waited some more to get the majority of the people in the house so we could get everything started. Then we got in line, yadda yadda yadda. It was nice, and it was the first Thanksgiving I have had in which I did not get seconds! YAY! Regretably, no greenbean casserole. Oh well. I started out in a table, all alone. then my sister came, then my cousin and step-cousin. It was okay, I mean the consversation wasn’t stimulating in the least, but it was okay I guess. It wasn’t much fun because I’m thirteen, and so in a way, I’m too old for the younger cousins, and too young for the older cousins. It’s a sucky middle position, and I loathe it. Also, the little kids are all three, the oldest younger ones are eleven, and none of them really know me, so I’m left all alone. Every. Single. Time. Sure, the older cousins are cool, and fun to talk to, but I never really had a place in their cozy little nook of familiarity. And it’s not like they notice or care. They probably think I LIKE to be stuck with the screaming ones. At best, they don’t even aknowledge me. Or they notice me, but think I’m too stupid to be bothered with. Not to toot my own horn, but I’d like to think that I AM smart enough and funny enough to BE in their cozy nook. I’m tired of staying with the small ones while the older ones have their fun. It’s always so boring to be stuck on the sidelines. I feel like the little mermaid, wanting to be part of something different, part of a whole. Sometimes I feel that they are looking at me, trying to figure out if I’m bright enough to approach and make intelligent conversation with. I am. Try me! I can be entertaining too!
Moving on.
Instead of staying with everyone, we went to a hotel. Which is nice, because I don’t feel like… well, see above. So we got our own room sharing with Aunt Mandy, and we watched Mythbusters until bed. I had to share with Vanilla, and I ended up sleeping on the very edge of the freaking bed. As usual. GRRRR. We woke up and started the routine showers. Ugh, I forgot how thoroughly CRAPPY hotel toiletries are. EW EW EW EW EW!!!!!!!!! I got out, and the rest of my sisters and Mandy were already down for breakfast. I dressed, and headed down to join them. But one problem- where IS the breakfast place?! It’s super cold, and I can see my breath. I walk this way, nope. I start the other way. Nope. Oh, duh! it’s THAT way! I walk slowly to the area, and the thought runs through my head: ha ha, wouldn’t it be funny if my hair froze, cuz it’s wet? I pause. Oh my gosh! It IS frozen! This is so weird. No, wait, it’s AWESOMENESS!!! So I darted inside to show off my frozen locks. Oops, not that frozen. It thawed. Dang.
Back at the hotel room, I realize my skin looks horrid. Horrid, I tell you! This is the most chapped and cracked it’s ever been. Oh well, I rub some lotion on it, and it’s all better, thank goodness! The ride home was *fortunately* uneventful. I counted the highway dedication thingy’s and got to 75! Huzzah! Well, that’s all I have to say, hope you were insoired!
p.s, isn’t that picture COOL?

-DQ#1