If I die young

     "If i die young bury me in satin, lay me down in a big tee shirt and leggings" Okay, so not the exact words, but when I die (ETD: sometime between now and Wednesday) I want to be comfortable. The cause of my morbid song rendition is.... midterms. The most awful thing in the world, only second to frizzy hair and smashing your finger in a door (did this yesterday and I still can't feel my fingernail). Yes, it is inevitable, but why must they be so hard? And WHY must it be 20% of your grade? What if you make a bad grade on it (me)? What if you don't know the material well enough because your teacher sucks (me)? Well, too bad, so sad. The teachers do not care one bit about you or your helpless soul as you prepare for these horrid tests; they think, "the more questions that are on the test, the fewer points each are worth!!!" Haha no. We like having fewer, easier questions that will guarantee us an A. But you know what would be even better? NOT HAVING THEM AT ALL. This may be my last post because I am about to study physics (A.K.A fall into a pit of misery and despair) because my test is tomorrow. And let's face it; I just may not make it out of the classroom. Do we get points for writing our name? HOPE SO!
XOXO, 
Carolineee

Clean up on aisle 4!

Oh hay Friday Eve! SO glad you came around again because I missed you. I have the best story to tell yall so I'm just gonna jump right into this post...
     I have found my new calling in life. It is personalizing ornaments at the Muffin Tin, where I work. I'm evidently quite good at it, so I think I will just drop out of high school and paint Christmas decor for the rest of my life. Sounds good, right? Right. Anyway, my point hasn't been made just yet. I worked today, and I had a ton of ornaments awaiting my arrival at 3:23. YAY. But this precious "Congratulations on Graduation!" gift needed to have the girl's name in black and her alma mater in red. Well we didn't have a red paint pen. Sooo I travel down to the Walmart and proceed to find a red paint pen. FOUND IT. Check and done. Now let's go pay for it and I can get back to decorating the 10 million ornaments. Well...easier said than done. I finally found a decent line to join and then waited my turn. I observed that that the cashier was quite large, as in pregnant large, and thought to myself "omg she is about to pop!" and "there's gotta be twins in there" and also "what if she gave birth now?!" BINGO. I kid you not, as my one little red paint pen traveled down the check out thing (anyone know what that's called? I just googled "what's the thing called that your groceries ride on at the check out line?" and I got nothing.) this woman says "I thaank muh watah jus broke!" At first, all I could think was omg no freaking way this is insane NO WAY. Then the chick starts screaming so I was all like "SOMEBODY HELP!!!!! SOMEBODY HELPPP" and there were roughly 13 Wally employees surrounding her in about 2 seconds flat. 911 was promptly called and all was well. I hope the woman got to the hospital before she had her baby. But just think, if she delivered at Walmart she could have had a great name: Wally. Or if it was in the ambulance, Ambulance (am-bew-launce-say). Who knew having to get a red paint pen would turn into such an experience! And now I can say I have witnessed my check out lady go into labor. Check that off my bucket list! 

XOXO, 
CAROL

P.S. next blog post: list of baby names for the good, bad, and the weird 

The Babysitter's Club

This week has been super super busy. Besides working everyday, I had to squeeze in time for social events, like cookie decorating parties and christmas caroling. What a joy it was to see the peoples' faces when my group sang (horrendously might I add) "Joy to the World" or "Deck the Halls"! I can already see this post turning into some long and dull journal of the past week, so I will stop boring you in 3, 2, 1.....Now I will fill you in on the most important babysitting tips you will ever need. If you follow my rules and guidelines, you will be on the road to success. 

Rule Number One: Don't ever leave children unattended in the bathtub. 

     I left the kids I sit for, Hunter and Archer, ages 9 and 3, respectively, in the (full) tub for maybe 3 minutes one evening, as I had to go find a pull up and towel for the youngest one. 3 minutes. 3 minutes alone and the bathroom had become a war zone. You know those fun little tablets you put in the bathtub to make the water turn colors? Well the boys somehow got a hold of them and dumped them all (24 in total) into the water. "It was supposed to be like a wanbow!" Yea well, when you mix colors you get black. Along with the black water, they had turned on the water and poured bubble bath into the tub. So when I returned, big black bubbles were foaming from the tub and Archer was no where to be found. Panic set in. WHERE IS THE KID. "Hunter find your brother he could drown!" "OKAY! OH NO I CAN'T FIND HIM!" So I basically go swimming trying to save the baby. Then I hear a tiny voice come from the water closet (fancy name for a room solely for the big boy potty). "I went potty!" Well good for you Archer. You went potty. Hunter must have failed to see his brother get out of the tub in the midst of making the "rainbow bubbles." So, I had to deal with the horrific thought of a drowning child and cleaning up the wet floor. And you know what the best part of the whole fiasco was? I left for those 3 minutes and returned with no pull up and no towel. 

Rule Number 2: Clean up your mess.

     Every mother loves a clean house. And every mother especially loves a clean kitchen. Always clean up the mess you made and then some. If you feed the kids dinner, make sure you wash the dishes and put them away. Go the extra mile and even wipe down the countertops. Moms love that! You will soon earn the title of "The best babysitter award" from the mother, which will keep you on her top ten baby-sitters list for sure. If you want to stay on this list refer back to rule number one. 

Rule Number 3: Don't burn the tupperware. 

     If you are instructed to make the kids dinner, make sure you don't burn the tupperware. This can happen in many ways. Make sure you don't turn the stove-top griddle on instead of the oven. But especially make sure you don't turn on the stove-top griddle instead of the oven when there is a plastic tupperware sitting on top. I mean I've never experienced this but.....it's probs a good idea if you don't, because it's hard to get plastic off of stainless steel. 

I have MANY more rules and guidelines to follow, but those will just have to wait. I will leave you with these quotes from my fellow kids....

"I need to learn how to tie my shoes before high school because I don't want to wear those velcro shoes the rest of my life." - Hunter, age 9

"Hunter, you won't be the quarterback next year! You didn't even tackle anybody this year!" Archer- age 3

"I wish my mom didn't always dress so tacky. I mean nike shorts and leggings are SO unattractive." Sarah Beth- age 5

" Have you ever noticed the CHRIST in Christmas?"- Hunter

"I don't know how to spell diva, but I know that sass is in it!"- Colleen, age 7

XOXO, 

the babysitting goddess 

Where in the world is Sweet Caroline?

You may have been wondering in the past few weeks, "Where in the world is Sweet Caroline?" But, have no fear! I am here! No, I have not been on my death bed or inoculating babies in Taiwan (reference to Four Christmases). I have been in Funroe. Living and Luving Lyfe. I have been so super busy I can barely stand it. I may act like I don't like being so occupied 24/7, but deep down inside I really crave doing anything and everything ALL THE TIME. But like really. Along with the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, we have mid terms to cram into our social lives, which is like so UGH. Thinking about school can definitely put a damper on anyone's day. Let's all cross our fingers that I live through the next two weeks approaching exams, especially becaauuuseee I HAVE A JOB! Two actually. I work at the most precious and fun gift store in town and I just love it! I get to wrap cute little gifts all day, which I kinda suck at, but I'm learning. Also,  I am working at a family friend's jewelry store. I wrap their gifts too and come in whenever my little heart desires, so it's a pretty easy job. My first day there I sold a picky woman her wedding ring! I felt SO special! Anywayyy enough about that. The most important thing about this special time is it's CHRISTMAS! I love Christmas. Like no joke. I have been listening to Christmas songs since July. It doesn't really feel like Christmas though down here in good ole La because it was 74 DEGREES this WHOLE week. And it is December. Really mother nature? The weather doesn't stop us though. My friends and I are having a cookie decorating/caroling party tomorrow! SO EXCITED. But do you know what is almost as exciting as a cookie decorating/caroling party? My next blog! Stay tuned because the one person that is reading this, or maybe the bazillion of you, are going to love all of my fab babysitter tips and quotes!

Stay Fabulous...XOXO 

            Carol