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plugga wrote:

I feel really, terribly sick so I decided I am going to buy myself ice cream. Seems legit.

Can I have some ice cream please?

JimmyB wrote:

I mean even the rockers...I can do a lot of Rock and Roll singing. I mean listen to some of my the Covers.
I just realized...I am going to learn Sweet Baby James...all the guitar part as well...And there is the perfect lullaby song.

I didn't mean you should only do soft rock singer-songwriter stuff, I just think your voice sounded really good on The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald and that you should do more like that. You should never stop playing rock if it makes you happy.

Sweet Baby James is one of my favorite songs ever! It's a masterpiece. And you're right about it being the perfect lullaby. Ever since she was born, I have been singing that song to the youngest kid I take care of whenever I tuck her in for nap or bedtime. She knew it by heart before she turned three. I am such a good influence!

Hi Mike!

Hey Shannon. How are you?

I'm freezing, but otherwise I'm great. And even though I'm freezing, I'm contemplating eating some ice cream because Ilaria put that thought into my head!

How are you doing?

Yeah, that's why I wanted some too.
I'm really not good right now, please distract me as much as possible. What have you done with your day?

Back home with m ice cream, ursula greeted me waving panties she found god knows where looool

What's wrong, Mike? I'm sorry you're having a rough day.

Well, let's see. My morning was interesting. I got to work at 7:00 and the girls were trying to kill each other. Apparently the older one ate the younger one's cheese, so the younger one (very fiesty child!) pinched her nose and stepped on her foot. I put them both in time out and then said hello to their mother who was just coming downstairs and had missed the stolen cheese show.

Ten minutes later, the older one caused the toilet to become clogged. I'll spare you the details. I would make an excellent plumber.

Right after that, the little one picked the cat up and got scratched on the face. Nurse Shannon to the rescue! After that I got laundry going and made the whiny children help me fold what was in the dryer. I told them if they kept whining I would make them fold the next load all by themselves. They stopped.

While I made their lunches, I developed the hiccups. In an effort to help, the girls snuck up behind me and yelled at the top of their lungs and tried to tackle me. It scared me and my hiccups ran away, so they were very pleased with themselves. I think I had a mild heart attack.

We finally left the house for school and there was no good music on the radio, so I suggested that we do the singing instead. The little one suggested "the tattoo song", which is Old White Lincoln, so we sang that. The older one rolled her eyes the whole time and announced at the end that rock and roll is boring and maybe we should sing opera instead. The little one laughed and, pointing at me, told her sister, "You don't want to hear her sing opera!". Nice, huh?

So that was my morning! Never a dull moment!

SHANNON, WHY DOES IT SOUINDS SO HONEST????? THE VINYL BRINGS TEARS.

HorribleCrowe wrote:

SHANNON, WHY DOES IT SOUINDS SO HONEST????? THE VINYL BRINGS TEARS.

THAT'S WHY I LOVE IT SO MUCH! YOU CAN TELL THAT BRIAN MEANS EVERY SINGLE WORD HE SINGS.

plugga wrote:

Back home with m ice cream, ursula greeted me waving panties she found god knows where looool

Haha, I guess she thought that would make you feel better! Silly dog!

Hello!

SARAH! Hi, how are you?

IrishNameAndAnInjury wrote:

plugga wrote:

Back home with m ice cream, ursula greeted me waving panties she found god knows where looool

Haha, I guess she thought that would make you feel better! Silly dog!

ahahah omg she is so stupid now she's wearing them as a necklace


and mike, I don't share ice cream

IrishNameAndAnInjury wrote:

What's wrong, Mike? I'm sorry you're having a rough day.

Well, let's see. My morning was interesting. I got to work at 7:00 and the girls were trying to kill each other. Apparently the older one ate the younger one's cheese, so the younger one (very fiesty child!) pinched her nose and stepped on her foot. I put them both in time out and then said hello to their mother who was just coming downstairs and had missed who stolen cheese show.

Ten minutes later, the older one caused the toilet to become clogged. I'll spare you the details. I would make an excellent plumber.

Right after that, the little one picked the cat up and got scratched on the face. Nurse Shannon to the rescue! After that I got laundry going and made the whiny children help me fold what was in the dryer. I told them if they kept whining I would make them fold the next load all by themselves. They stopped.

While I made their lunches, I developed the hiccups. In an effort to help, the girls snuck up behind me and yelled at the top of their lungs and tried to tackle me. It scared me and my hiccups ran away, so they were very pleased with themselves. I think I had a mild heart attack.

We finally left the house for school and there was no good music on the radio, so I suggested that we do the singing instead. The little one suggested "the tattoo song", which is Old White Lincoln, so we sang that. The older one rolled her eyes the whole time and announced at the end that rock and roll is boring and maybe we should sing opera instead. The little one laughed and, pointing at me, told her sister, "You don't want to hear her sing opera!". Nice, huh?

So that was my morning! Never a dull moment!

That's quite an eventful morning. The hiccups part made me laugh a fair bit, thank you The older kid needs educating about music - you have a new job!
Urm, basically, my grandfather has got really sick and the doctors have told my dad that they don't hold out much hope, so, yeah, I'm not in a great place at the moment.

What is wrong with your dog, Ilaria?

Our backyard is a mud pit right now because of the rain we had this weekend, so when Scooby came inside a little while ago, I had to clean his feet of with a towel. As soon as I was done he snatched the towel and ran away with it, dragging mud throughout the house. Lucky me! Not only do I clean up messes at work, but at home too! And he growled at me when I took the muddy towel away.

IrishNameAndAnInjury wrote:

SARAH! Hi, how are you?

SHANNON!
I'm just dandy! Sounds like you're having quite the day with the kids, haha.

IrishNameAndAnInjury wrote:

What is wrong with your dog, Ilaria?

Our backyard is a mud pit right now because of the rain we had this weekend, so when Scooby came inside a little while ago, I had to clean his feet of with a towel. As soon as I was done he snatched the towel and ran away with it, dragging mud throughout the house. Lucky me! Not only do I clean up messes at work, but at home too! And he growled at me when I took the muddy towel away.

nothing, she is just my dog lmao she just adapted

ahahahaha awww yeah ursula gets all possessive with everything she finds

Awww, Mike I'm sorry to hear about your grandfather. Stay tough, buddy.

Camus wrote:

IrishNameAndAnInjury wrote:

What's wrong, Mike? I'm sorry you're having a rough day.

Well, let's see. My morning was interesting. I got to work at 7:00 and the girls were trying to kill each other. Apparently the older one ate the younger one's cheese, so the younger one (very fiesty child!) pinched her nose and stepped on her foot. I put them both in time out and then said hello to their mother who was just coming downstairs and had missed who stolen cheese show.

Ten minutes later, the older one caused the toilet to become clogged. I'll spare you the details. I would make an excellent plumber.

Right after that, the little one picked the cat up and got scratched on the face. Nurse Shannon to the rescue! After that I got laundry going and made the whiny children help me fold what was in the dryer. I told them if they kept whining I would make them fold the next load all by themselves. They stopped.

While I made their lunches, I developed the hiccups. In an effort to help, the girls snuck up behind me and yelled at the top of their lungs and tried to tackle me. It scared me and my hiccups ran away, so they were very pleased with themselves. I think I had a mild heart attack.

We finally left the house for school and there was no good music on the radio, so I suggested that we do the singing instead. The little one suggested "the tattoo song", which is Old White Lincoln, so we sang that. The older one rolled her eyes the whole time and announced at the end that rock and roll is boring and maybe we should sing opera instead. The little one laughed and, pointing at me, told her sister, "You don't want to hear her sing opera!". Nice, huh?

So that was my morning! Never a dull moment!

That's quite an eventful morning. The hiccups part made me laugh a fair bit, thank you The older kid needs educating about music - you have a new job!
Urm, basically, my grandfather has got really sick and the doctors have told my dad that they don't hold out much hope, so, yeah, I'm not in a great place at the moment.

I'm really sorry to hear about your grandfather, Mike. I hope that his situation takes a turn for the better. I lost my grandma last year so I can relate.

I'm glad my morning made you laugh! And those events were not unusual at all. That's just a typical day in the life of a brown collar worker. I coined that term for anything who has to deal with a lot of crap at work, literal and figurative. As a nanny, that describes a huge portion of my job! They are good kids, but they can be a real handful at times.

I have been trying to educate the older girl in the area of good, cool music for the last six years to no avail! She loves classical music and enjoys opera, and not much more. She does like the Beach Boys and a handful of decent songs, but not much. She's like an old lady trapped in a child's body. She always complains that rock is too loud, too silly, and it's not beautiful like classical music. Thank goodness the little has good taste! When she was three years old I took them both bowling and she somehow managed to get a strike. When all the pins fell down, she pumped her little fists in the air and shouted out, "Hey kids, rock and roll, rock on!", from her favorite song, "Rock On" by David Essex. She got a round of applause from everyone in the bowling alley.

stepsandnumbers wrote:

IrishNameAndAnInjury wrote:

SARAH! Hi, how are you?

SHANNON!
I'm just dandy! Sounds like you're having quite the day with the kids, haha.

Always!

I can't stop thinking about ice cream now, Ilaria. Thanks for that! I think I need to go get a scoop...with chocolate and caramel sauce!

IrishNameAndAnInjury wrote:

I can't stop thinking about ice cream now, Ilaria. Thanks for that! I think I need to go get a scoop...with chocolate and caramel sauce!

sorry, ice cream is my cure for everything

plugga wrote:

IrishNameAndAnInjury wrote:

I can't stop thinking about ice cream now, Ilaria. Thanks for that! I think I need to go get a scoop...with chocolate and caramel sauce!

sorry, ice cream is my cure for everything

Mine too...sigh.

Thanks guys. I'm trying to stay strong but there are always a few moments of weakness.