Happy New Years all!!
xxx
Maxime
Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Hey All!
Okay, so i know I should be doing something more valuable with my time, but blogging is addicting.
No time to write, that's the problem.
Oh well.
So let me try to catch you up on some things:
1) My mom's boyfriend has moved out (thank god)
2) One of my seven dogs died
3)My dad, his girlfriend, their dogs, and my sister and I are moving.
To Italy.
No one could describe the feelings that currently revel inside of my tummy.
My mom doesn't know if she wants us to go, but I don't really mind.
This is how it would go.
My dad leaves on the day after Thanksgiving (friday?)
His girlfriend (Mary) stays is beautiful California until our house (in the middle of Bumfuck, Egypt) is sold.
My sister and I stay with our mother in town (where I actually have a life)
On the last days of school Olivia (sib) and I (Max)pack like the madwomen that we are.
We leave from SF Int. the next morning.
Fly from SF Int. to Schiphol, NL.
Stay with family (btw, I'll get to see Bas again. To find our more, read the entry before this one)
I will declare my love fearlessly and we will be happy.
Two weeks after, we fly from Schiphol, NL to Lombardy, Italy.
Take the train to Bologna.
And we're here!!
I am ecstatic. Not so much the idea of Italy rather then the idea of seeing my boy.
he looks like this:
Yupyup, this is my McDreamy.
What a guy, I know.
The last time I saw him he took me out on a boat and made dinner for me, and he slept (not sex, just hugging, god...) under the stars on the deck.
And that morning we sailed around the Harbor.
mmhmmm...
I'll write more when I'm actually there :D
_______________________________________________________________________________
Now while I'm swooning over Prince Charming here, I have totally forgotten about everything else in life. My sister has gone from stupid, prepubescent little girl to my best friend and my father is becoming... *Gasp* ... old.
Dun dun duuuuuun (dramatic music)
My mother has gone from nice neighbor lady to insane housewife, and I'm stuck here with nothing but a pad of paper and an orange gel pen, writing and observing everything I can.
Well, this should turn out interesting.
________________________________________________________________________________
So last week my and a good friend went Job Hunting.
Yes, it's every teen's nightmare. In fact, I thought I was going to die, but it turned out okay.
Everybody thought we looked pretty old (not wrinkly, but "mature". Duh.) and I scored some awesome apps.
One to the Regal Cinema 9. The benefits for that one are great! Five free movie tickets a month and 50% off at the snack counter.
Not bad...
Well the best one is at New Leaf (an all organic grocery store in CA)
On all the merchandise you get 25% off and extra discounts on beauty product (score one for Max!!!)
I love the hippies here.
They're so open about everything.
EXCEPT! for this one man.
I was walking down the main drag with some of my friends when we spied a pizza place. Being the bottomless pits that we are, we went in and ordered a medium pizza extra cheese.
With sodas.
So! I ate a lot, they ate a lot, all was well. We had about 5 pieces of pizza left over when all was said and done.
I asked the girl behind the counter for a box and I bought another drink. As soon as I step outside, I see this frumpy looking old guy, and his sign says "Hungry and Homeless"
(PLEASE NOTE: the sign says hungry. hungry.)
So I go up to this poor man and introduce myself.
"Hi, uhm, me and my friends have some pizza and a drink left over, would you like it?"
and what does he do?
He takes the box, throws it at me and says "I DON'T WANT FOOD I WANT MONEY BITCH. GO FUCK A DOG YOU WHORE!!"
...
Yeah.
Whoa.
Over reaction much?
Well, needless to say we booked it down the street, laughing out our lungs.
_________________________________________________________________________________
SO that's what's been going on in my life.
Message me so we can discuss the meaning of life!
No time to write, that's the problem.
Oh well.
So let me try to catch you up on some things:
1) My mom's boyfriend has moved out (thank god)
2) One of my seven dogs died
3)My dad, his girlfriend, their dogs, and my sister and I are moving.
To Italy.
No one could describe the feelings that currently revel inside of my tummy.
My mom doesn't know if she wants us to go, but I don't really mind.
This is how it would go.
My dad leaves on the day after Thanksgiving (friday?)
His girlfriend (Mary) stays is beautiful California until our house (in the middle of Bumfuck, Egypt) is sold.
My sister and I stay with our mother in town (where I actually have a life)
On the last days of school Olivia (sib) and I (Max)pack like the madwomen that we are.
We leave from SF Int. the next morning.
Fly from SF Int. to Schiphol, NL.
Stay with family (btw, I'll get to see Bas again. To find our more, read the entry before this one)
I will declare my love fearlessly and we will be happy.
Two weeks after, we fly from Schiphol, NL to Lombardy, Italy.
Take the train to Bologna.
And we're here!!
I am ecstatic. Not so much the idea of Italy rather then the idea of seeing my boy
he looks like this:
Yupyup, this is my McDreamy.
What a guy, I know.
The last time I saw him he took me out on a boat and made dinner for me, and he slept (not sex, just hugging, god...) under the stars on the deck.
And that morning we sailed around the Harbor.
mmhmmm...
I'll write more when I'm actually there :D
_______________________________________________________________________________
Now while I'm swooning over Prince Charming here, I have totally forgotten about everything else in life. My sister has gone from stupid, prepubescent little girl to my best friend and my father is becoming... *Gasp* ... old.
Dun dun duuuuuun (dramatic music)
My mother has gone from nice neighbor lady to insane housewife, and I'm stuck here with nothing but a pad of paper and an orange gel pen, writing and observing everything I can.
Well, this should turn out interesting.
________________________________________________________________________________
So last week my and a good friend went Job Hunting.
Yes, it's every teen's nightmare. In fact, I thought I was going to die, but it turned out okay.
Everybody thought we looked pretty old (not wrinkly, but "mature". Duh.) and I scored some awesome apps.
One to the Regal Cinema 9. The benefits for that one are great! Five free movie tickets a month and 50% off at the snack counter.
Not bad...
Well the best one is at New Leaf (an all organic grocery store in CA)
On all the merchandise you get 25% off and extra discounts on beauty product (score one for Max!!!)
I love the hippies here.
They're so open about everything.
EXCEPT! for this one man.
I was walking down the main drag with some of my friends when we spied a pizza place. Being the bottomless pits that we are, we went in and ordered a medium pizza extra cheese.
With sodas.
So! I ate a lot, they ate a lot, all was well. We had about 5 pieces of pizza left over when all was said and done.
I asked the girl behind the counter for a box and I bought another drink. As soon as I step outside, I see this frumpy looking old guy, and his sign says "Hungry and Homeless"
(PLEASE NOTE: the sign says hungry. hungry.)
So I go up to this poor man and introduce myself.
"Hi, uhm, me and my friends have some pizza and a drink left over, would you like it?"
and what does he do?
He takes the box, throws it at me and says "I DON'T WANT FOOD I WANT MONEY BITCH. GO FUCK A DOG YOU WHORE!!"
...
Yeah.
Whoa.
Over reaction much?
Well, needless to say we booked it down the street, laughing out our lungs.
_________________________________________________________________________________
SO that's what's been going on in my life.
Message me so we can discuss the meaning of life!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
hello to all!
I am oficcialy back from vacation.
It was very relaxing... except for the bears, but I just ignored them.
I kind of came to a realization while cruising down the river on my inner tube.
See, the day before I had gotten into a squabble with my dad, and while the fish nibbled at my un-manicured toes, I thought; "What difference does it really make"
In other words, why should you argue with someone if in the end, it's really just going to clutter everything up?
Right, well feel free to opinionate guys.
Well the strong pull of cheese pizza is luring me down to the kitchen.
until the:
mantenere la pace <333
It was very relaxing... except for the bears, but I just ignored them.
I kind of came to a realization while cruising down the river on my inner tube.
See, the day before I had gotten into a squabble with my dad, and while the fish nibbled at my un-manicured toes, I thought; "What difference does it really make"
In other words, why should you argue with someone if in the end, it's really just going to clutter everything up?
Right, well feel free to opinionate guys.
Well the strong pull of cheese pizza is luring me down to the kitchen.
until the:
mantenere la pace <333
Thursday, August 9, 2007
an update
on the babysitting situation.
I got the SuperMom's house this morning quite early, actually.
I brought my beloved Harry Potter book (The boy lives!!) and settled down in the living room with a a sleeping guy who's name has been changed. Let's call him BagelBiter, shall we.
Anyways, after being notified that someone had pulled another "Fake Barf" of me, I settled down again and read.
Many exciting things happen to Potter in the end of the middle of the book. I couldn't quite grasp how many pages J.K. Rowling must have written. 759, wasn't it? Well, it's a staggering amount.
I could never see myself writing that much.
When BagelBiter finally awoke, I got up and began taking orders for breakfast, because four boy eat A LOT. Instead of the measly one and a half sandwiches or waffles or any other breakfast material, it immediately becomes double or triple the amount.
When all the fighting over the last egg had subsided, I cleared the table and set BagleBiter out to sweep the garage, Whiner to clean up all the bionacles/ legos/ action figures, Tigurr to load the dishwasher, and Baby to make the beds.
Quite surprisingly, they listened and did as I asked.
You know, it's quite hard getting four boys between the ages of 3 and 18 to do as you say, especially when you are a girl, let alone who is younger.
But never mind.
I picked up the remote while Whiner made vaccuming noises and scooped up the stuffed animals that had been lying on the floor into his grubby hands and ran off.
It was quite for about two hours, until BagelBiter decided to shoot birds/ cars/ people with his newly obtained BB gun. I watched in amusement while he tried to show off his muscles by pumping the loader.
I reached down to swirl the little shell on a string that was my constant accessory. I gave it a hard testing jerk to see if the twine would hold up.
It didn't, so with my broken bracelet in my hand and nothing else to do, I went in search of a new piece of string.
Safe to say I didn't find any, so I am currently repairing this bracelet with some kick ass purple yarn.
It looks really cool, my little homemade bracelet with purple twine. I would take a picture, but my camera is currently abducted by my mother for work related reasons of which I have not been informed.
The rest of the day went smoothly, except for the part where our crazy phsyco neighbor lady came over without a shirt on and asked for kotex and my Maroon5 CD. I closed the door in her face but she wouldn't quite. So I opened the door and offered to walk her home. She accepted and when we arrived she broke down and cried openly and told me that I was a great girl and that I should follow my dreams and love everything around me and that I was a great person again, and then she went inside and didn't come out again.
I felt bad for her. She married her stepdad. I'm not kidding, he was married to her mother and when they got a divorce he married this lady. But they didn't work out too well.
That image just keeps floating into my mind. Of her just openly crying, like she was two...
Well, she's a grown woman, right? If she needs to talk, I guess I'm here...
Wow, there's some great songs on fredflare.com right now, you should go check it out :))
Hope that's not too depressing, but I gotta go make some dinner for Bomb.
Cheers
I got the SuperMom's house this morning quite early, actually.
I brought my beloved Harry Potter book (The boy lives!!) and settled down in the living room with a a sleeping guy who's name has been changed. Let's call him BagelBiter, shall we.
Anyways, after being notified that someone had pulled another "Fake Barf" of me, I settled down again and read.
Many exciting things happen to Potter in the end of the middle of the book. I couldn't quite grasp how many pages J.K. Rowling must have written. 759, wasn't it? Well, it's a staggering amount.
I could never see myself writing that much.
When BagelBiter finally awoke, I got up and began taking orders for breakfast, because four boy eat A LOT. Instead of the measly one and a half sandwiches or waffles or any other breakfast material, it immediately becomes double or triple the amount.
When all the fighting over the last egg had subsided, I cleared the table and set BagleBiter out to sweep the garage, Whiner to clean up all the bionacles/ legos/ action figures, Tigurr to load the dishwasher, and Baby to make the beds.
Quite surprisingly, they listened and did as I asked.
You know, it's quite hard getting four boys between the ages of 3 and 18 to do as you say, especially when you are a girl, let alone who is younger.
But never mind.
I picked up the remote while Whiner made vaccuming noises and scooped up the stuffed animals that had been lying on the floor into his grubby hands and ran off.
It was quite for about two hours, until BagelBiter decided to shoot birds/ cars/ people with his newly obtained BB gun. I watched in amusement while he tried to show off his muscles by pumping the loader.
I reached down to swirl the little shell on a string that was my constant accessory. I gave it a hard testing jerk to see if the twine would hold up.
It didn't, so with my broken bracelet in my hand and nothing else to do, I went in search of a new piece of string.
Safe to say I didn't find any, so I am currently repairing this bracelet with some kick ass purple yarn.
It looks really cool, my little homemade bracelet with purple twine. I would take a picture, but my camera is currently abducted by my mother for work related reasons of which I have not been informed.
The rest of the day went smoothly, except for the part where our crazy phsyco neighbor lady came over without a shirt on and asked for kotex and my Maroon5 CD. I closed the door in her face but she wouldn't quite. So I opened the door and offered to walk her home. She accepted and when we arrived she broke down and cried openly and told me that I was a great girl and that I should follow my dreams and love everything around me and that I was a great person again, and then she went inside and didn't come out again.
I felt bad for her. She married her stepdad. I'm not kidding, he was married to her mother and when they got a divorce he married this lady. But they didn't work out too well.
That image just keeps floating into my mind. Of her just openly crying, like she was two...
Well, she's a grown woman, right? If she needs to talk, I guess I'm here...
Wow, there's some great songs on fredflare.com right now, you should go check it out :))
Hope that's not too depressing, but I gotta go make some dinner for Bomb.
Cheers
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
to all the fab people who read my blog.
a list of nicknames.
mom + dad together = parental units
oma + opa together = GRANDparentals
my sister = Bomb
mom = mom
dad = dad
myself = anything that hops into my head.
the woman I baby sit for = SuperMom
her three sons (from eldest to youngest) = Tigur, Whiner, and Baby.
So this is the renewed list of nicknames.
Enjoy!
mom + dad together = parental units
oma + opa together = GRANDparentals
my sister = Bomb
mom = mom
dad = dad
myself = anything that hops into my head.
the woman I baby sit for = SuperMom
her three sons (from eldest to youngest) = Tigur, Whiner, and Baby.
So this is the renewed list of nicknames.
Enjoy!
ahh yes.
I just thought of something:
"Confessions of an underage /under paid babysitter",
because that is exactly what I am.
Pati aka SuperMom told me today of a deal her and my dad have struck.
If I am watching her children and my sister needs a place to chill,
then she takes 10 dollars off of what she would have to pay me (Which at this point is 40 dollars for 8 hours of care. yeah, not bad).
The best part is: I didn't know about this until this afternoon when I nearly choked on a bite of tomato soup.
Yeah, the ten dollars she gets to take off my dad is supposed to pay me back for.
Problem is, Oliva (the sister unit)has come with me to this particular job on five, count 'em, 1 2 3 4 5, different occasions.
Fifty bucks I'm missing and I didn't even know it.
wanna know how I feel right about now.
that's right.
Look at that adorable face and think of all the teens who don't get paid correctly, fail out of highschool, take up flipping burgers @ In-n-out, and end up living in a box on the side of the highway with a cat who's name varies from "Assface" to "Precious Darling".
...
Yeah, complete dramatization, but you get my point.
Anyways, today was uneventful.
Except for one thing.
SuperMom's middle child, Gavin, has this testing thing going.
And well, it sucks major butt.
So today his brother Taghd was riding his bike, and Gavin began what by the looks of it was an extreme meltdown.
Yes, all mothers and au pairs alike know exactly what I'm talking about.
Fist, it's the whining and pouty "I thought you loved me" look.
Then comes the crying and "I hate you"s,
Which is quickly followed by the "I am a sack of potatoes, you cannot pick me up" phase.
It might have been something he had for breakfast, but I guess he decided to take this one a step further.
All the way to my house and back, in fact.
You see, I live right across the street when I live with my dad.
His latest girlfriend seems to be a nice woman, except for the fact that she has dogs.
Lots of then.
Only three, really. But when one of them acts like he's on crack, the other thinks he's still a puppy when in fact he's a 200 pound newfoundland, and the other will do anything to get your attention, well, it's just one big blob of organized chaos now isn't it?
Anyways, I'm trying to leash these beasts up when I just happen to catch Gavin in the act of punching his brother, who is riding his bike, square in the stomach.
You know in those really cheesy Asian fight movies, when one guy is suspended in the air for what seems like a full minute?
Well this looked exactly like that.
One moment Taghd was merrily riding his bicycle down my driveway, and the next he's on the ground with the breath knocked out of his doing his best to not cry and be tuff.
I was just about up to her -makes gesture towards eyebrows- with that boy and his scheming little ways. I yelled at his and when he smacked me across the face I couldn't believe my mind! I grabbed his arm and sent him home, like any good babysitter with nothing left to do does.
But (yes, the but has arrived)
But I was in for it when I got back to the house.
While I was trying to control 3 youngsters and a bear (Debra the newfoundland), Gavin had gotten his little paws on the phone and called his mum.
So when I got home, I had to face the mighty creature that is SuperMom.
He had called her and had made it sound as though I had abused him!
Needless (did I already use this today?) to say I did not talk to him unless I had to.
----------------------------------
That's basically all that happened.
If there where more going on then I will let you know.
Tomorrow though, is breakfast @ Gales (an awesome local bakery) for breakfast with Mom and Bomb (Olivia the sister's nickname is Olivia Neutron Bomb, aka Bomb).
Cheers until then baby!
"Confessions of an underage /under paid babysitter",
because that is exactly what I am.
Pati aka SuperMom told me today of a deal her and my dad have struck.
If I am watching her children and my sister needs a place to chill,
then she takes 10 dollars off of what she would have to pay me (Which at this point is 40 dollars for 8 hours of care. yeah, not bad).
The best part is: I didn't know about this until this afternoon when I nearly choked on a bite of tomato soup.
Yeah, the ten dollars she gets to take off my dad is supposed to pay me back for.
Problem is, Oliva (the sister unit)has come with me to this particular job on five, count 'em, 1 2 3 4 5, different occasions.
Fifty bucks I'm missing and I didn't even know it.
wanna know how I feel right about now.
that's right.
Look at that adorable face and think of all the teens who don't get paid correctly, fail out of highschool, take up flipping burgers @ In-n-out, and end up living in a box on the side of the highway with a cat who's name varies from "Assface" to "Precious Darling".
...
Yeah, complete dramatization, but you get my point.
Anyways, today was uneventful.
Except for one thing.
SuperMom's middle child, Gavin, has this testing thing going.
And well, it sucks major butt.
So today his brother Taghd was riding his bike, and Gavin began what by the looks of it was an extreme meltdown.
Yes, all mothers and au pairs alike know exactly what I'm talking about.
Fist, it's the whining and pouty "I thought you loved me" look.
Then comes the crying and "I hate you"s,
Which is quickly followed by the "I am a sack of potatoes, you cannot pick me up" phase.
It might have been something he had for breakfast, but I guess he decided to take this one a step further.
All the way to my house and back, in fact.
You see, I live right across the street when I live with my dad.
His latest girlfriend seems to be a nice woman, except for the fact that she has dogs.
Lots of then.
Only three, really. But when one of them acts like he's on crack, the other thinks he's still a puppy when in fact he's a 200 pound newfoundland, and the other will do anything to get your attention, well, it's just one big blob of organized chaos now isn't it?
Anyways, I'm trying to leash these beasts up when I just happen to catch Gavin in the act of punching his brother, who is riding his bike, square in the stomach.
You know in those really cheesy Asian fight movies, when one guy is suspended in the air for what seems like a full minute?
Well this looked exactly like that.
One moment Taghd was merrily riding his bicycle down my driveway, and the next he's on the ground with the breath knocked out of his doing his best to not cry and be tuff.
I was just about up to her -makes gesture towards eyebrows- with that boy and his scheming little ways. I yelled at his and when he smacked me across the face I couldn't believe my mind! I grabbed his arm and sent him home, like any good babysitter with nothing left to do does.
But (yes, the but has arrived)
But I was in for it when I got back to the house.
While I was trying to control 3 youngsters and a bear (Debra the newfoundland), Gavin had gotten his little paws on the phone and called his mum.
So when I got home, I had to face the mighty creature that is SuperMom.
He had called her and had made it sound as though I had abused him!
Needless (did I already use this today?) to say I did not talk to him unless I had to.
----------------------------------
That's basically all that happened.
If there where more going on then I will let you know.
Tomorrow though, is breakfast @ Gales (an awesome local bakery) for breakfast with Mom and Bomb (Olivia the sister's nickname is Olivia Neutron Bomb, aka Bomb).
Cheers until then baby!
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