R.I.P Michael Jackson.

I was not a Michael Jackson fan. I thought the man was wierd and pretty much a freak, and I admit, I judged him. I thought he was a wacko who dyed his skin white, made his kids wear masks and preyed on little boys. I wasn't alive during the whole Michael Jackson era, and I had never really listend to his music. It actaully wasn't until last year at camp that I had heard "Thriller" for the first time.
I remember Michael Jackson as the man who sounded like a female and was charged with molestation charges. I fell into the trap of believing what the media portrayed him to be. I was one of the people who made the "Wacko Jacko" jokes and made guesses on how real his nose was. Even today in the early parts of the memorial I was sort of hoping for him to jump out of the casket and yell, "HAHA GOT YOU!" and do the moon walk again. Because seriously, that would have been the best prank ever.

After watching his funeral today, perhaps I have changed my mind.

Seeing all these fans come out to support him got me interested. Who was this man that the people loved? Surely the public couldn't love a freak this much.

The first thing I did was go to iTunes and listen to clips of his songs, and then I Youtubed the videos. And for a week now, "Billie Jean" has been playing in my head nonstop.

I now realize why people cared so much about this man and his death. He really was an idol for these people and I could finally understand why he was mourned all over the world. The Michael I thought I knew, was really not him at all.

Apparently Michael Jackson was a person who had a huge heart and wanted the best for children. He may have been a freak, but he wanted to change the world for the better.

The moment that really made me realize the enormity of his death was at the end of his memorial when his 11 year old daughter Paris took the mic. I had seen it coming when his brother was speaking. I thought to myself, "surely this little girl won't speak about her father with all these people watching", but she amazed me and she did. And when she cried, I cried with her. I felt her pain and I just wanted to reach through the TV and give her a hug. Like her, I only have a dad, and like her my daddy is also the best in the world. I can't imagine how much pain those kids must be going though. Michael Jackson's children didn't care what color his skin was or whether or not his nose was real. He was their father and they loved him.

In a few days, or possibly weeks, the media will start to die down with the coverage of Michael Jackson's death. Tabloids will go back to covering Jon and Kate and CNN will no longer be giving constant coverage of the details surrounding this circus.
But for Michael Jackson's children, this tragedy in their lives will last forever. They are the ones who are really affected and need our thoughts and prayers more than ever.

For their sake, I honestly hope that Michael Jackson will finally be able to rest in peace.

The (dorm) shopping continues.

Today I spent the day shopping. With my dad. At THREE different stores.
People, you have no idea how big of an improvement that is. My father is one of those men that detest shopping and if he could, would skip it altogether. I shop for the Christmas presents (including my own..always have..not fun that way) and he reimburses me.
When we do manage to get to a store together, he gives me a time limit (which I used to laugh at, until one time he actually left me at the store to prove he was serious) and I rush my butt to get in and out of the store. Basically it's not fun for either of us, and once I got my car, we haven't shopped together since. Which means that I pay for almost everything of mine now (responsible?).
Anyways.

So today we hit up Wal-Mart, Target and Bed, Bath and Beyond. I had my list of things needed for college, and my dad had his wallet. We were ready to go (Except for his running commentary about how I'm going to look like a "rich bitch" because I have a lamp....did I mention I'm going to miss this guy?) and go we did.

I've been shopping for college for a while now, stocking up on things here and there, but I thought I'd show you all some of the things that I've bought, just so you guys get an idea. And someday I'll take pictures of my room and how I have no floor space left because I'm basically packing my new room into my old one. Thank you storage boxes!

So here is my Comforter. This is probably the most expensive item I've bought and when I did buy it, it was on sale at Macy's. I figure I'll have this comforter for the next 4 years, so I may as well splurge on it. Plus it's my bed, I need to be comfy and cozy since I'll be spending time in it. Also? It's my main piece of furniture.



And what goes with a pink and green comforter (that can be reversed to be pink and white)? Why, Pink and Green palm tree sheets of course! (Sheets also by Tommy Hilfiger).

So that's my bed. I'm also making it comfy by adding a mattress pad and a fiberbed to the dorm mattress.

For the kitchen, I've gotten some of the things as gifts. For my graduation some friends gave me muffin pans, bowls, storage containers and adorable Lily Pulitzer Cups and Coasters that I wanted for awhile. At Target today I got a 8 piece pot and pan set by Chefmate and a 51 piece gadget set also by Chefmate.




I'm still pretty excited about those cups though!




Ever the doctor's daughter, I also purchased a Johnson and Johnson First Aid Kit from Wal-Mart for $8.00. You never know when you could need that stuff...It IS college after all.
And in addition to all that I've gotten a Swiffer, dust pan, HP Printer, Clorox toilet wand, paper towel holder, pillows, coffee maker, blender, bedside holder, whiteboard, Clorox wipes (my new best friends), printer paper, bug spray (actually THAT may be my new best friend.), towels, bath rug, shower curtain, trash can, floor lamp, desk lamp, and huggable hangers. That's only some of the stuff, the list keeps going and is honestly pretty overwhelming!

My favorite item of my new room? A beautiful Pink, white and green ribbon board that my friend and I made!! I am not crafty in the least (and those of you who say that I am, are sweet), so for the two of us to make two of these large ribbon boards and have them come out looking professional is AMAZING! I LOVE it and will have to take a picture of it soon.

Hope you all had a wonderful 4th of July and enjoyed the fireworks! I spent the night working (of course) and watched an adorable 3 year old who went through my purse and decided to put on all 5 of my lipglosses and lipsticks. It was pretty cute. We then went outside and watched a TON of fireworks, until it was 9:15 and what I deemed as "bedtime" (um, apparently she doesn't have one? The mom is only a few years older than me..which is scary because I am definitley not old enough to have my own kid). I enjoyed myself though and would do it again.

Update

I'm amazed with how I'm starting to feel a little bit like my old blogging self again! I do miss writing, but I find myself constantly doing other things that are occupying my time and just don't leave me with enough energy. Like Packing for college.

I leave August 20th, so why am I packing now? Because I'm an OCD freak that's why. I want to have things organized and ready to go and I hate that coffee makers/clorox wipes/comforters/sheet sets/pillows/pans/cups/plates/ECT have been laying around my floor in all the corners of my room. So this weekend I got down the huge plastic boxes I bought last year when they were on sale for this very ocassion. You would think that 5 rather large storage containers would fit all this crap stuff. It doesn't and I'm out of boxes and I'm not even HALFWAY done with purchasing things for my new home yet!!

I'm not living in a traditional "dorm" like many college kids do. Nope, not me. Because my college is only 10 years old, when they built it, they made all the dorms apartment or suite style. The suites are brand new and resemble your typical hotel suite. Two rooms and two bathrooms. I stayed in them for orientation and I felt like I was staying at the Marriot.

But, I'm not staying in those either. I was lucky enough to get an apartment style dorm. It's exactly how it sounds too. I have 3 roomates and we all have our own room. We share 2 bathrooms, a living room and a kitchen. And this is where the somewhat complicated/more expensive part comes in. Because I am now the 1/4 owner of a kitchen, I am responsible for bringing my own plates/cups/silverware/blender/coffee maker/dish towels/ sponges and everything else you would have with a kitchen. As much as I LOVE shopping for this stuff, lets not forget that I live with a male (my father) who can not understand why on earth I need a dish towel. Therefore the budget is very limited, which makes it somewhat hard, but gamelike too. The object of this game? To see how much stuff I can get for very cheap. Cue Target and Wal Mart or what have you.

Every Sunday Morning I get my paper and open up to the sales package and browse. Seriously. For instance I got a pack of 3 pans at Macy's for $11.99 one weekend. The next was 4 pack of cups at Target for $2.00. Same for the bowls and plates. In my opinion, I'm doing a pretty good job!

And on a totally unrelated note, I've been working my butt off. This summer I've been working every Tues and Thursday morning with a 21 month old boy and his 5 month old sister. I love it, it keeps me busy and let me just say that I totally have a newfound respect for parents with children that close in age! Wow, you guys never get a break!
This past two weeks I've been with my now 6 month old twins. The same twins that I first watched when they were 7 weeks old. And yes, the same twins that I panicked over never seeing again when I lost my steady Thursday job with them to their new nanny. Their nanny had vacation time these two weeks so momma called me in. I have been seeing them on the weekends from time to time and boy have they grown! No longer are these babies tiny little guys who hated being on their tummies. Now they are both averaging about 20 pounds (yes, they are large for twins) and scooting around fighting eachother for toys! They no longer need to be held while drinking their bottles (except for at bedtime, which I still love) and can jump all day long in their jumparoos. I worked 20 hours in 2 days, needless to say, I'm exhausted.

This past Friday, I visited a dear friend who was down from northern Fl for a wedding in Boca. I finally got to see her and her sweet little girls, who I hadn't seen since the youngest one had been born 3 years ago! I had a blast seeing them and am planning on going to North Florida in July to spend a week with them. I met M when I was in 5th grade and she was a guidance counselor at my school who was fresh out of college. She was a chaperone on my 5th grade Washington, DC trip and I went to her crying the first night! Since then, she helped me out with my french my 8th grade year and managed to make sure I got into the right high school for me, while I in turn would watch little 7 month old E after school. She moved to N. Florida my first year of high school, but we've kept in touch and she's sort of like that older, wiser sister that I never had! God does work in mysterious ways.

I hope you all are having fabulous summers with your loved ones and friends! Enjoy the beach and please remember to cover up in sunscreen!

Time of my life

In the summer of 2007, what would be the summer before I entered my junior year of high school, I had the opportunity to go to a workshop type program that was what I fondly remember as one of the best times of my life. It was called "National Student Leadership Conference" and I was selected to participate in their first year Journalism and Communications program at American University in Washington, DC. Basically you stay at American University's dorms for 2 weeks, take some classes, listen to lectures and go all over DC. Exciting right?

I was thrilled and excited and happy and nervous. I had never been away from home for that long before and I was terrified. What if the people wouldn't like me? What if I hated it? What if, what if, what if?? I remember crying on the plane ride there, but I was also bursting with excitement. The moment I got there I loved it. I found people who were just like me and I made some awesome friends. I got the whole college experience of staying up late, living in a dorm, having a bathroom for the whole floor to share, waking up at 3 AM just so you could take a shower (only to find that even at 3 AM, they were still filled), ordering Chinese food for the floor and having dance parties. I am forever thankful to that experience.

Recently I noticed that a girl who goes to my high school was also at the NSLC program. I wrote her saying that she would have the best time of her life. She continually updates her facebook with pictures and I constantly find myself thinking, "oh, I remember when I was there!" and "wow, they found the secret coffee shop too". I took a glance at all 500 + of my pictures from those two weeks and I noticed something prevelant in all of the pictures - I looked Happy. I am beaming in some of these pictures and you can tell that I am totally in love with the experience. Happy to have made friends, happy to be somewhere new and exciting, happy to be exploring such a cool city, but most of all, happy to be living my life.

The pictures give me comfort as I get closer and closer to starting college. All my classes are chosen, the boxes have started to accumulate on my bedroom floor and there is a whole corner in my bedroom that is devoted to what I fondly call "college crap" that will be loaded up and driven to school with me come August 20th. I'm ready and yet I am not. I'm excited and nervous and happy and scared and all those other feelings that come along with starting something new. But than I think back to the summer of 2007 and I remember having those exact same feelings before I left home. And then I see the pictures. The pictures of me being silly with people who became my friend within a day. The pictures of me sitting under a huge tree on campus. The pictures of our dorm room that I lovingly called a "jail cell" and I know that in no time at all, these feelings will fade and I'll being having the time of my life once again.

Does this look like the face of a graduate?

I can't believe that I finally walked the stage and got my diploma!!! Of course, none of this is documented on film as 1) my father being a man, does not own a camera (seriously) and 2) he totally MISSED my graduation! Yes, he was there, but he missed me walk in and thought that I had missed my own graduation. Than when I was on stage and they announced my name, he heard it, but couldn't see me. So inadvertently my dad missed me getting my diploma! He does claim that he pointed me out to my grandma and brother though, so we'll let it slide....for now! He did get me Tiffany's as a graduation present, so he's forgiven :)


There was some drama in the day of course as when we graduated the school only gave us binders for the diploma, not the actual thing. We were all wearing shawls that said what magnet program we were in and those were checked out by the school, not the gown company. Long story short, I almost did not receive my diploma because I accidentally turned my shawl into the wrong people! It was a big ordeal and I sobbed my little eyes out, but finally after searching and communication back and forth, we found the missing shawl and I was declared a graduate after all. THANK GOD. I couldn't end my high school career without something happening, right?





Diploma is inside the blue binder. I was going to post a picture of it, but since it has my full name in it, I was hesitant as someone stealing my identity would NOT be good. Too bad, I'm so proud of it! It's currently being displayed in my front foyer!

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And in other exciting news, I've decided to keep on blogging. Sparingly yes, but keeping on regardless! I'm going to go through so many huge changes in my life in a few months, I'm going to need somewhere to write where I can keep sane! Who knows, maybe my big break will be my blog...how funny/amazingly awesome would that be?

As I graduate high school

I am officially done with high school.
Oh my gosh.
I never even though that day would come. I remember being in 8th grade thinking about how long 4 years would be and how I couldn't wait to get out of a school that I had never even been to yet. How wrong I was.

Sure I hated my high school with all my freaking guts, but in the end I'll miss that place. Best friends were made and some old friendships were renewed. Some friendships even fell apart. I maintained a 3.2 GPA, NEVER got anything lower than a C on my report cards and NEVER EVER managed to get a referral or detention. I had my fair share of tardies and probably spent more money than I'll ever know on that crappy cafeteria food.

I complained about the powdered bathroom soap, but was secretly pissed when there was none left. I enjoyed reading the markings on the stalls, and wondering who's cell phone number was left under the word, "whore".

I got my first real taste of a working newspaper and got to see my name in print; one of the best feelings in the world. I even had people accuse me of making things up and got publicity about a story I wrote. I ended up winning 2nd place in the county for News Writing my first year on the staff and even made the position of "News Editor" for the 1.5 years that I was part of it.

I quit to enjoy my free time as a senior and ended up working my butt off babysitting even more than I usually did. Obviously I'm developing work ethics at a young age.

I learned to ride a bus and perfectly time it so that I could go to sleep and wake up on time to make my stop and walk the 1.8 mile home each day until my Senior year when I got my car. I learned how to write papers the night before they were due, how to sneak around the school without my ID and how to sleep in the auditorium chairs so that I would be just the right amount of comfortable.

I learned to express my own opinions, how to relate to other people outside my ethnicity group and that even I could grow to love what I used to consider "ghetto people". I learned that white people who didn't know me thought I was a rich bitch and that the black people who I assumed would hate me thought I was the best white person on earth.

I learned how to make friends with teachers and that sometimes they really are correct in their thinking. I learned that money isn't everything and sometimes you are your happiest sitting in the back of an old shitty station wagon at 2 AM laughing your butt off.

I learned that when I let people in and see the real me, they in turned loved me back. I learned that you don't have to be perfect, but that you really do need to try your best.

I learned that I overcame huge challenges.

I learned to never doubt myself; that things do happen for a reason and they will work out for the best in the end.

I learned that I had the capability to get into 4 out of 5 colleges.

I learned that I had the power to say "no" when I needed to.

And most importantly, I learned that in all honesty I freaking Loved high school and that if I could, I may even do it all over again. And that in itself is a true wonderment.


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For those of you who were wondering, I did manage to get a new summer job. I am now working every Tuesday and Thursday morning for a family that has a 20 month old little boy and a 4 month old little girl! They just moved here from Washington, DC and I'm thrilled. I am still working for D as I need the money desperately (and yes, I got my raise to $10/hr), but the good news is, I am getting super busy with other jobs. Hopefully through out the summer I will be able to find even more families! Thank you for all your prayers and support!
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I graduate this Friday, May 22, 2009 at 4:30 PM EST. Thank you all for coming along with me as I complete my high school journey. I haven't decided yet if I will still keep blogging throughout college as I would ideally like to focus on writing a memoir, however nothing has been determined just yet. It is because of you, my readers that I have gained the courage to believe that I am capable of writing and that people actually enjoy what I read! I thank you all again from the bottom of my heart! I will still give updates every so often, and I will decide at a future date whether or not I will continue this blog. For now it has been a great diary of my last year in highschool!

Like Shattered Glass

The last couple months have been a complete whirlwhind. Not only did I totally lose all purpose for writing, but I lost a part of myself as well. I went from an extreme high, to what is now an extreme low. I'm not going to sugarcoat it - I'm hurting and I'm upset. I'm lost, I'm sad, I'm happy, I'm glad and I'm only human for trying to figure out how to deal with it all.

For the longest time I didn't want to post, because it seemed like my life was going great. Almost too great. I had great friends, school was going wonderfully, I was becoming successful and most of all I had a wonderful new job. I was the happiest I had been in a long time. I would come home exhausted, but it was a good exhaustion because I had been doing things to make me happy. I loved being busy every minute of the day. I loved being with my friends and laughing nonstop. I loved being a teenager for once. I loved my new job. I loved every second of holding those adorable babies in my arms. Having them snuggle up to my neck, eat contently as I held them. Their bright toothless grins that would make my heart swell. I loved it all.

And then within a matter of weeks my world turned upside down. No longer did I have my perfect job and my perfect life. I was let go of my job, the job I had learned to love more than anything, where I looked forward to going too and where I was treated with respect, love and as a human being - not a slave. I was devastated. I cried for a week as I couldn't figure out why God would put something that great in front of me and then pull it back. None of my friends could understand why I was so upset. "It was just a job", they would say, "You'll find another." Yes, but would I find another one like that? One where I was valued and overappreciated? One where I loved every second? One where I looked forward to going to in the morning despite being sleep deprived?

You see, I am a nanny and for a long time, I've been unhappy with my current job. If you were a reader of this blog, than you would know that I have been watching now 4 yr old A since she was 16 months. During that time I got close with her mom and even closer with her. I loved and treated her like I would my own. I spent countless hours with her, tickling her, cooking for her, reading, playing, bathing, I did everything for her. When I was working, she was my life. She made me realize that more than anything,someday I do want to have kids and that despite my own mother, I would actually make a decent one.

A turned 4 in February and ever since than, my job has seemed to go downhill. Actually it started in January when I received my job offer for the infant twins. A's parents pay me extremely cheap for being a nanny - I get $8/ hr with no benefits and nothing else is paid for. In the nanny world, I am treated like absolute shit. When I started working for them, I was told by close friends and family members that they were taking advantage of me, but I didn't listen to them. I thought that there would be no way possible that something like that would ever happen. They were good to me, I thought. I was lucky to be employed by them! I had the best job in the world. But than once I started working for the twins, my eyes opened and I discovered that what everyone had told me once, was now right.

A's parents were/are taking advantage of me. In the past few months D (A's mom) has become extremely jealous and angry with me for taking the other job. The other job offered me a much better pay and I was enjoy it so much more. You see, A has no boundaries or discipline whatsoever. A child needs boundaries and discipline to function and act like a human being. Therefore A has turned into a brat. The child that I hold dear to my heart is a monster at times. And it's not normal behavior. She back talks, hits, yells, treats me like utter shit and nothing I do will stop it. She gets it from her parents, I suppose. I am no longer happy working with them and hearing a child you hold dear to your heart tell you to "go and die" so many times, will only start to kill you. I love that child; despite what happens I always will and it's a shame that I can't make her happy anymore. I fear at times that she hates me or maybe she's reaching out and asking for some kind of boundaries in her life.

There have been numerous issues in the past months that have happened between D and A and I, but the main point here is that I'm done. I'm done being treated like shit. I'm done being treated like a slave. I'm done with the unnecessary cattiness. I'm done with the demands. I'm done with people not appreciating me at all. And I'm done with this chapter in my life.

I wrote an email earlier to a mutual friend of my boss asking for help. I haven't sent it yet, and I'm not sure I will, but it felt extremely good to get it off my chest. I've been holding this in for so long that it's really torn me up. Here are parts of the letter in case you want more in depth info.

"is a wonderful woman and for the first two years I was very happy being A's nanny and what I thought was part of their family. I felt that they treated me with respect and genuinely cared about what I said and suggested for their child. Not to say that they didn't but as of now, I'm thinking that I was blind to certain things because I didn't want them to be true. When I started, she paid me $5 an hour and I asked for a raise, which I was given to $7 an hour. Last year when she hired the other woman and I found out she was getting $10/ hr I asked again for a raise. I was told that they would give me a dollar raise because being a nanny was not "my real job" and that they asked Kelly at the gym how much she got paid per hour for working at the gym and it was also $ 8/hr. Even when they found out that I was going to work for another woman who paid me $10/ hr they still didn't offer to pay me more or make any attempt to give me a raise although I've mentioned it several times that I am in need of one. I do believe that T is cheap and that it's probably his doing more so than hers. I did however go to a nanny site the other day and according to them, because of all my qualifications, for babysitting alone I should be getting $13.75/hr. For nannying I should be getting at least $15.

Secondly I'm not sure what I will do for recommendations from her once I leave and go to Ft. Myers. If I can not hang on any longer and do decide to finally make myself happy and leave, she will probably be pissed at me. I have worked for her for 3.5 yrs, however she does not consider me a nanny. She even went so far to tell a guy at the grocery store that she did not have one and never did. Not only does that hurt me tremendously in the sense that she won't own up to me, but what does that mean for me? If I give her number as a reference and a potential boss asks her about her previous nanny (me), than how will that look for me if she tells them that I was not her nanny. It could hinder me from getting potential jobs.

Thirdly what I tell you next will be some of the main reasons for why I just don't think I can do this job anymore. When I took the job offered to me to take care of the infant twins, D was royally pissed. Up until than she was being somewhat cold, but this really set her off. She made a huge deal out of moving her clients to Tuesdays and acted like I belonged to her. When I was let go from the job after weeks of getting close with the mom and babies, I was visibly upset when I went to work the next day for her. She asked me what was wrong after seeing the tear marks on my face and I told her that I had been let go. The first thing she said in a rather catty voice was, "Well, what did you expect? Honestly that's the kind of people they are. They made me move my schedule around when you had been working for me first. I don't see why you're so upset about it." I was rather shocked when she said that. Not only did she make my pain about her, but than she had the audacity to go and tell me that my former employer and now rather good friend was basically a bitch. She had no decency to my feelings and did not even bother to say an " I'm sorry."

Weeks have gone on and since that, she has become more cattier and I feel even more taken advantage of. A is no longer the sweet little girl that I grew to love and care for like I would my own. She is bratty, demanding, rude and at times violent. Her parents do not correct this behavior although I have let them know of this numerous times. A yells at me, hits, tells me to "shut up and die" and takes out her anger on me. The child has no boundaries and when I try to implement some, she retaliates. Today was what very well could be the final straw. I had made her dinner and we were sitting at the kitchen table. She was whiny and not eating at all, spitting her food on the table and misbehaving. I told her that she could either finish her food or go to her room if she didn't behave correctly and that I would tell mom/dad. She yells at me that they would, "not listen to me." I tell her not to speak to me that way. T comes in and the first thing she does is look straight at me, get up from the table and yell at T, "don't listen to Kelsey." She comes over smacks her hand across my mouth and hits me while holding her hand to my mouth. I take her hand off my mouth and tell her to never do that again, that's it's disrespectful and mean. She continues to hit and T is oblivious. Finally he comes over and she does it again, in front of him. He LAUGHS. He asks what I was going to tell him and I tell him that A isn't behaving and that she won't eat her dinner; he says something like, "oh she must have been waiting for me. haha" and continues to laugh. I'm pissed at this point, so I get up and leave.

A does not act like that when we are around other people. When we are with people she is sweet and almost like how she used to be. When we are alone it's a whole other story.

I don't know what to do. I'm not sure if I'm being irrational or not. I have never felt so disrespected or taken advantaged of in my life. I said something to D along the lines of how I felt the other day and she disregarded it and made me feel ashamed of it. She's gone too far as on Friday she left me a message on my machine basically bitching me out because I had "blown her off that week." I had worked every day except one because I was sort of trying to prepare food that I was cooking for MY party that weekend for a 100 people and didn't have time to watch her daughter."

So there is my nannying life in a nutshell. It's like a bad story out of the Nanny Diaries. I've been job hunting for the past several weeks on sittercity and care.com. So far a few hits, but nothing has been accepted because people are looking for permanent, which I will not be come August. I completely understand and that was the reason I was let go from my twin job. I love kids and I'm good at what I do. One bad experience will not turn me off of this job that I love; one that I hope to do again in college. And now I know. I know what I will not accept and what I want. I know never to degrade myself again, and that if I'm really that unhappy, other people will snap me up in a moment's time. I am fabulous and if people can't see that, than they don't deserve me. I feel bad for D. In a way, I am part to blame. I never let her know that what she was doing and how she was treating me was wrong. She will never be able to find another nanny that will put up with that kind of behavior or crap again. Ever.

If you know of anyone in the Southern Florida region who is looking for a wonderful, experienced nanny (Who herself is looking for a great family), I am happily available!

I'm working on getting my life back. I graduate in 3 weeks and I still have my wonderful friends. I had my graduation party and I'm setting a goal to try and be a teenager for my last few weeks in highschool. I've spent my entire like taking care of other people; now it's time I take care of myself for a change.

It's good to be back blogging world. Maybe this time I'll be here to stay. Perhaps this post will be deleted soon, but I needed to get it off my chest. I've been holding it in for far too long and it's about time that I let it out.