Uncle Bob

This evening I decided to stay at work and meet this infamous grandpa of theirs. I must say that what i am about to say was wine induced. (Okay, me the crazy woman with a glass of red wine in my hand while I decided to make a fool of myself.) I have heard so much about this man that I could probably give you the low down on him.(Obviously can't due to privacy.) A little rough around the edges(to say the least) but actually a pretty interesting man. Anyways, the kids don't seem much of him and they refer to him as Uncle instead of Granpda due to lack of him in their life. Well, **** and I joke around and call him Uncle Bob when the kids aren't around. Low and behold this evening after reminding myself not to call him Uncle Bob I decided to call him that. It ran out of my mouth like a ball of fire and before i knew it I had him looking at me in disbelief. I was rudely corrected by him with an evil glare and soon found myself in the kitchen rolling on the ground in utter amazement. I did have to laugh at my diarrhea of the mouth. It was one of those times where my face was completely red. (I know I was already sporting the asian flush.. but it was even hotter.) And there was no way around it but to apologize. I covered it up by saying I meant to say Grandpa and for some reason Uncle came to my mouth instead. There was a quick spout of unwanted akwardness but it soon disapeared after another glass of wine. I spent the rest of the night making sure I called him Grandpa.........

My Own Nanny Diaries Continued........

Quote of the day... "I don't want to pay that $3.00 for mom's gift. I want that mermaid instead. Why can't there be a son's day?"

I have to admit, I played hookey from work today. Good reasoning though.. I have been fighting this disgusting cough that has turned into something else on it's own. I was advised on Tuesday to lay low but went against it because after taking loads of cold medicine and drinking some oolong tea I felt well enough to venture to my daily grill. Yesterday, i was advised to take sometime off again and decided to take the same course of action from the day before and literally probably ran myself into the ground. I am embarrassed to say that I played my soccer game last night but found myself hacking up a lung the rest of the night. After the game I went to dinner with a couple of friends and soothed my lungs with some tea. It helped a bit..As the night lingered on my cough got worse.

Today with good reasoning I stayed home and took a rest. I gotta admit it's hard to lounge on lawn chairs in my living room and watch televison..(*** we must get a couch soon.. I know of a really good place to get one..) so I have resorted to my bedroom where I am watching the second season of Doogie Howser. The cable thing in my room is not yet resolved... So all that works is my dvd player. My sister has some of the better dvds in my collection so i decided to re-live the second season of Doogie Howser. What a dreamboat.. Well maybe 10 years ago i would have thought so...

Because of me staying home, my worries start to stream in again in regards to me being home. Yikes, the realization that I have left for a full day and I am sure things are about to go to the shits. Yes, folks thats right.. I am more worried about being away from the kids for one day than my own welfare. Pretty scary. It's thursday and I know we have a list of items that needs to be taken care of before the frightful weekend. Today i was supposed to take the kids to go mother's day shopping.. It should be nanny's day on sunday in some cases. **** and I got something yesterday for his mom but he about shit bricks when i told him that he had to pay me back. I told him that she wasn't my mom and we have to start to think about our mom for once and not ourselves....**** on the other hand wants to buy her mom a build a bear.. But I think I know her motives too well. I am sure that her and **** will take it over after sunday comes around.

Besides mother's day **** has some deliquent homework from last week that I failed to make sure it was done and turned in on friday. She did pretty much the rest of her homework for the week except for that frightful spelling homework. We got a note home yesterday that she is behind on her keys to reading.. Mind you I have left that up to her parents to deal with since the begining of the year because that was something they could do as a family. Now it's my turn to turn up the heat and watch make sure that this is taken care of before the third week in june.
And yes the dreadful haircut situation. Their mom has been talking about getting their haircut this week. Truthfully, it takes me to actually make sure its gets done. There is usually whining and crying from the peanut gallery when their mom tries to take them in along with a bribe. These kids really have a hold on them... **** is the only one that whines and cries and eventually has to get some kind of materalistic item that I will undoubtly step on or have to find in his dreadful mess of misplacing things. I gotta admit, she does give in way too much and needs to hold her ground more. So instead I just take them for their haircut without telling them where we are going. No matter what they have to get out of the car. Weird pyschology thing.. It works though with ****. On the other hand **** is in the car kicking and screaming and usually making a huge scene. But once I drag his ass into this cute exspensive kids hair salon he immediately stops. Anyways, I keep on trying to tell their mom that bribing, etc can only go so far these days for a stinkin hair cut and I will not do it. So I must sadly say the **** will look like a rasta for one more day at school and **** will look like a hairy green monster for one more day.

I could probably sit and stress over all of this the rest of the day and into the night. I am in debate on whether or not I stay home for one more day. Probably not.. There is too much to do and it needs to get done. I just need to sit back and relax for a bit... Good advice.. I need to take it.. huh?

I am also in the midst of trying to talk to the bossman about my own compensation. He is not the easiset person to talk to. When he wants to say something to me I either hear it second hand from the mom or through RUDE notes that are left on the counter for me in the morning. I was jipped out a couple hundred dollars this past week and the last pay period another hundred or so. I am about to go bonkers here. I am determined to get paid that money and will do so by tomorrow.. Keep your fingers crossed folks. The bossman has been scoffing about his own compensation at his work I wonder if he knows I am feeling the same way but with him. *bleh..*
So my own nanny diaries must continue......

Tree war.

It has been a week or two since my last entry and I will try to sit and type something here.
The past three weeks there has been this ongoing project at work. We have been working out in this amazing yard. I say we(me and my client.) I know it's not part of my job description but I do enjoy working in the yard immensly. I found myself last week helping **** transplanting two large ass trees from one end of the yard to the other. We first started with his apple tree and started to dig. We dug and dug for a good 30 minutes to come to find out that the roots were underneath this fence. We stopped and covered the hole back up for later and decided to wait to ask the gardner lady about it.
The other tree was intense too. If you can picture me in my flip flops with **** digging this hole with sweat dripping down our faces and then carrying it to another side of the yard looking like complete fools.. We did manage to keep this tree alive after the big transplant.
On the other hand I came into work yesterday to find that the apple tree was moved over the weekend. THe bossman decided to take it upon himself to do it on his own. It was more of a competitive issue with him than anything. He could hardly believe that **** and I had moved this bad boy ourselves. And I guess it took a bit of convincing for him to believe that we did that. Now looking at this poor pathetic looking apple tree I don't think it's going to make it after the big move. It kinda leans over and all the leaves look dead. It will be a true miracle for it to stay alive. If he had waited for us, then the tree would be still alive. It really needed3-4 people for the move but I think his head got to be big.
So in the next few weeks, I will probably be helping with planting a new apple tree. That one will go bye-bye silently and the new one will be put in without a trace. This apple tree belongs to my little ****. It was given to them as a gift when she was born. **** still thinks it's alive. So hopefully we can exchange it without her realizing..... I dunno though..The moral of this story folks, is to not let your head get big over a stupid apple tree because something will have to be replaced.