Friday, January 29, 2010
Blog Three: My fear!
My biggest fear I had when I was a little girl, was having to go to reform school. My parents threatened me whenever I was bad, that they were going to take me to see Mr. Black, and ship me off to reform school. I remember New Years Eve, and I wanted to stay up with the big kids, but I was little and needed to go to bed. But I refused, and I started crying, and my dad told me that he was going to go call Mr. Black (he called time and temp.) But that just made me cry more. My mom then got my coat, put it on me, as I struggle to rip it off, and they then carry me to the car, and buckle me in, drive around the block until they think that they have scared me enough for me gladly run to my room and go to sleep. So thank you, to my evil parents!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Blog Two: I Hate My Job
Daycare…
It is weird how this became my profession. When I had my first child, I was home a lot, so I could have a wonderful bond with my baby. Close friends would ask me to watch their children while they went to work. I saw no problem with it, I mean what is the use in paying for daycare, when some one you have known sense middle school can do it for free? Well, then they recommended me to people they knew from work, and then those recommended, and so on. It has been over 50 years sense I started this …….. and I still am not too fond of it.
It is weird how this became my profession. When I had my first child, I was home a lot, so I could have a wonderful bond with my baby. Close friends would ask me to watch their children while they went to work. I saw no problem with it, I mean what is the use in paying for daycare, when some one you have known sense middle school can do it for free? Well, then they recommended me to people they knew from work, and then those recommended, and so on. It has been over 50 years sense I started this …….. and I still am not too fond of it.
Blog One: Dear Kiddo
Dear child of mine,
I figured that I would inform you that I care for you very much, even though I do not know you, as of right now writing to you in this letter.
I am 17 years old, very sarcastic, and kinda… really mean. Although I really don’t like small children, well, all children for that matter, but I do want one. I hope to grow out of this faze so I can enjoy having you….. I plan to name you Zachariah John if you are a young man. The meaning behind your name is, Zachariah was my first love. He was a great person, loving caring, and would do anything for anyone. If you are a young lady, I plan to name you Emma Alexandria. Emma is a very special name. It is the first letter of all of the first names of very important people. E is for Evelyn, my grandmother, who is a very strong and protective woman. M is for Mandy, who is my aunt. She is like a second mother to me. The second M is for my name, and A is for Angelina, who is my mother. She is my inspiration, and the best person you will ever meet.
I figured that I would inform you that I care for you very much, even though I do not know you, as of right now writing to you in this letter.
I am 17 years old, very sarcastic, and kinda… really mean. Although I really don’t like small children, well, all children for that matter, but I do want one. I hope to grow out of this faze so I can enjoy having you….. I plan to name you Zachariah John if you are a young man. The meaning behind your name is, Zachariah was my first love. He was a great person, loving caring, and would do anything for anyone. If you are a young lady, I plan to name you Emma Alexandria. Emma is a very special name. It is the first letter of all of the first names of very important people. E is for Evelyn, my grandmother, who is a very strong and protective woman. M is for Mandy, who is my aunt. She is like a second mother to me. The second M is for my name, and A is for Angelina, who is my mother. She is my inspiration, and the best person you will ever meet.
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