The babysitting chronicles, and ducks.

I just notice that a lot of my blog posts are about babysitting. Which isn't a bad thing, but I find it a little bit funny. (I'm guessing you guys find it funny in a whole different way, though. ;P)

So I just started learning how to embroider, and I'm almost done my first piece of work. It's a cute little ducky. I'll have a picture of it down here when I'm done.

Anyway, last night I was babysitting, and working on my duckie as we were all watching TV. The youngest little girl, Cece for short, and the second youngest, Audry, asked me to make them each an embroidered piece of fabric.

I said, "Gee guys, I dunno. I'm not that good at it, and I'm still trying to finish this one."

So then Cece looks up at me with a cute little puppy-eyed expression and says, "Pa-leeeeeeease? Can you make me a unicorn? Except make it me *as* the unicorn!"

At that time I said no, but now I realize how totally stupid I was, and probably high on an unknown substance to say no to such an awesome thing!

So yes, Cece, I will make you a unicorn....As soon as I figure out how.

~XCenedra (Su-Ned-Ra)

Apparently I have big boobs?

Today I was babysitting, and the little girl and I decided to play in her pool.
So we're swimmin', when all of a sudden she looks at me very seriously and asks, "XCenedra, are you going to be a mom? Because you have big boobs just like my mom!"

I couldn't answer her because I was trying not to laugh.
I'm glad at least one person thinks I have big breasts.

~XCenedra (Su-Ned-Ra)

Oh, my family is amusing...

Today, I was bored, and I found giant farm animal stickers.
Now you all know what happens when I get a hold of stickers.
That's right. I go insane.

Isn't this little feller just the sweetest little thing?

So, this is what I did. I stuck this chicken sticker to the front door, and taped that sign under it. Isn't my handwriting  just lovely?


That's sarcasm, people.
I have yet for someone to come to the door...Which is a real shame because this is just pure genius. Also, for some reason my own mother hasn't even noticed...I'll have to talk to her about that..

But anyway, when I took this picture, and was uploading it to my computer, there was a video amongst the pictures.
This is what I found. A video addressed to my mom, from my brother.

Apparently what had happened was, my brother was watching the younger two boys, and the 9 year old, Rene, had gotten angry at Ray-Jean, and bit him.

Obviously this video was never shown to my mother..because if it was I would have seen it, and it would be in a file titled "Things to show at Ray-Jean's wedding"
When I found this I couldn't stop laughing. And I still can't. This is funnier than my chicken.
I love my family...

~XCenedra (Su-Ned-Ra)

I need to bring an exorcist with me when I babysit

So last night I was babysitting at this lady's house and by the end of the night I was ready to get out of there.
I put the kids down around 10:30 and then I finished watching The Lord of the Rings. So, about an hour later I was just chillin' on the couch and all of a sudden I hear someone inhale, and exhale really deeply from upstairs, and then I hear running down the hallway. I was like "o.o Oh my gosh, Insidious...Where's the record player and Tiny Tim music!??" Fortunately they didn't have a record player, but I nearly pooped myself when my ring tone went off, and it played All the Single Ladies.
The weird occurrence happened every 15 minutes, and after the third time I walked up stairs into the hall way and said, "Okay Mr.Ghost, I'm guessing you're constipated, because you keep running to the bathroom, but could you at least keep it down? I'm trying to read Dracula.Sheesh."  And then I went back down stairs and it happened again!
I was totally getting fet up, and getting really freaked out, so I just kinda sat there. I imagined the ghost coming downstairs wearing Family Guy boxers and having a really hairy chest and being all like "Baby, come on, I just need to take my laxative. Once I'm done you and I can chill in the attic and I can show you my ghost moan." And then I would be like, " Uhm, excuse me? I'm on babysitting duty, and even if I wasn't, you're like what, 150 years old? Please grandpa, maybe you should take some Viagra with that laxative, and then come and find me."
After I was done thinking that though it sounded like someone fell down the stairs and I was like, "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD THE OLD MAN FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!" So I ran to a corner of the room where I could see that nothing was going to get me and I kinda sobbed and silently prayed that I wouldn't get attacked by an old man ghost until I saw a frikken huge centipede run across the floor. So I sat on the couch and tried not to pee myself for the rest of the night.
Night well spent. Except next time I'm bringing holy water.

PS. I find it funny how the link I put for the Insidious song says "Best English Songs ever" in the title. Who would have thought that that freaky ass song would be categorized as one of the best English songs ever.