I'm not sad anymore. Mel and I worked things out, and we are amazing now!
OMGOSH!!! I AM SO HAPPY!! I saw Twilight with Melia and her mom and my mom (so if you are wondering why I wasn't at school, and neither was Melia, well....we were at Twilight!!) and before hand we had a sleepover, and then we went to go see Twilight. It was amazing! I want to go see it again, and so does my mom and Melia. We should go again sometime. I also want to see it again with my cousin, Sadie Buckles. We just found out that we were cousins a couple weeks ago. We have the same great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandma! 9 greats. She's Rebecca Nurse, an accused woman back in the 16oo's of being a witch. Oh well. I bet she's in a happier place now. And we aren't just 9th cousins, twice removed or anything. We are just 9th cousins. The end! I am soo happy! I will also probably see Twilight with my next door neighbor, Chase. She's awesome!
Yesterday was a sad loss, but was fun all the same.
If you know me well, I am very irresponsible when it comes to keeping my room clean. It is just impossible for me to keep it clean for about two days. Then it gets all messed up again. I think I have too much stuff...
Anyway, my little sister likes bringing in her friends to come play, in my room. It sets me off, because she pulls out all of my stuff, and never puts it back again. I can mess up my room, and no one else can! Anywho, the day before yesterday, Emma (my little sister)'s friend came over, and they pulled out all of my American Girl stuff, and then pulled out her dolls and my dolls, and started playing hair stylist. They grabbed one of my highlighters, and started coloring in the dolls' hair. My mom got really mad. The highlighter was green.
When her friend left, she didn't clean up one bit. My dad saw that my room was a mess, and I had to clean it. All of it. Not just the floor, but the dresser, the desk, my vanity thing, and under both of my beds. (My little sister shares a room with me). Oh, and my closet. I had to make a big pile and then put everything in the pile in its correct place. Creating the pile took me about an hour. And let me tell you, the pile was HUGE! It went up to my knees, and was about three feet long. I put everything away, which took me about two hours, and then had to vaccuum it. Then I put away the vaccuum, and asked my dad if I could go over to Sadie's house. He said sure, and I whooped, and then ran over to her house. We painted in her basement, and went on her roof. (Don't tell her parents, or my parents! :D) We talked, and did other random stuff. Then I had to go home and babysit. That was a nightmare. Let me tell you what happened.
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I went over to babysitting, and I was pretty happy that my room was finished and everything. The family has three kids. The oldest is James, and he is nine. He's my brothers best friend. The middle child is Brielle, and she is five. She's my little sisters best friend. And the youngest is Braylee. She is one, and so adorable! She has the cutest nick names. They are Bray-Bray, and Bee-Ray. Oh, and they also have this little dog named Gidget, and she adores me. When I walked in the house, she ran up and started licking me and barking happily. She is like a black terrier or something along those lines. Brielle was at the neighbors house playing, and James was at my house playing with Eric, my brother. So I had Braylee all to myself, and Gidget. We were pretty happy. Then my little sister came over to play with Brielle, so I went over to the neighbors, and she had to come home anyway, and Emma played with Brielle. Brielle can be very talk-backative, and she is rude to you sometimes. I can have fun with her, but if you tell her something that she can't do, she starts having a tantrum and getting in a fit and all that stuff. She is also a little spoiled. She has her own TV and DVD player in her room, and has lots of princess stuff. She basically has what ever she wants.
ANYWAY, Emma and Brielle were playing with Braylee, and I was playing with Gidgie, but keeping an eye on them every now and them.
In their basement, they have a playroom with two levels. There is a first level, and a second level. You climb a small ladder to get to the top, and to get down, you slide down a bright yellow slide. Braylee loves that slide, so I would hold on to her, and slide her down. She giggles and always wants to go on it again. In that playroom, Brielle was getting bossy, and taking charge, and talking back at me. Brielle was climbing up the slide, and then when Emma followed her up the slide, Brielle yelled at her, and sayed that no one was allowed to climb up the slide.
"Emma! STOP IT! You can't climb up the slide!" Brielle yelled. My little sister Emma is very timid, and stopped immediatly.
"Brielle, but you just climbed up the slide," I told her gently.
"Yeah, but....-" she thought of something to say, "But it'll break!"
"Then you shouldn't climb up the slide either," I reminded her.
"Well, I own this house, and you don't, so you can't tell me what to do!" Brielle said rudely.
"But your parents put me in charge of this house for a couple hours, so I can tell you what to do, okay?" I said softly.
"So?" she shouted.
Braylee was giggling, squirting drool all over the place.
"So, I need to tell you what to do so you can be safe," I reminded her again.
"But...!" she said.
She finally let it go, and then climbed up to the top of the slide, and then put Braylee on her lap, and slid down.
Braylee loved it.
Emma walked up to me.
"Lizzy, can I slide down the slide with Braylee, too?" she whispered in my ear.
"Sure, and I'll stand by you just in case," I said.
Emma happily climbed up the ladder and sat on the top of the slide. I put Braylee on her lap. Brielle noticed.
"HEY!!! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!" she screamed at me.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because, its not safe!" she said.
"I'm standing right here, and you just did it."
"Yeah, but, I'm her sister, and I can do what I want with her!"
"Emma would like a turn, and Braylee will be just fine," I said.
"No she won't! Emma will drop her, and hurt her!" Brielle shouted.
Emma's face turned red.
"Brielle, I'm standing right here. I assure you that everything will be fine," I said gently.
Emma slid down the slide, and as I predicted, nothing happened that was terrible. It went smoothly.
"Fine!" Brielle said rudely. Let me remind you, she's five!
I was getting a little annoyed at her talk, but I ignored it.
Brielle stomped to her room, and Emma followed, and Braylee toddled behind me when I followed them.
I walked in her room, and noticed this little joystick thing, with the Disney Princess logo on this.
"What's this?" I asked, picking up the joystick.
"Oh!" Brielle forgot to be mad at me, "That's my game!"
She turned on the TV and plugged in the joystick. Tinkling music turned on, and the Disney Princesses appeared on the screen.
"Cool," I said.
She started the game, and she played as the Sleeping Beauty fairies, waking up the sleeping subjects. Emma sat on the bed, watching her eagerly. After about 10 minutes, Emma whispered, "Lizzy, can I have a turn?"
"Sure, Emma," I said.
"Hey Brielle," I said.
She ignored me, too absorbed in her game.
"Brielle," I called louder.
She ignored me again.
"Brielle!" I practically shouted.
"What?" she said rudely, annoyed that she was interuppted from the game.
"Emma would like a turn," I said.
"Yeah, so?" she replied.
"Can you share, and let her play now?" I asked.
She ignored me again.
Emma's face turned red again, almost sent to tears.
"Brielle!" I said, my patience fading.
"What?" she shouted.
"Emma would like a turn," I said.
"I heard you the first time!" she said, annoyed.
"Then why don't you answer me!" I said, my patience almost gone.
She ignored me again.
Emma started to cry.
"Brielle!" Emma sobbed, "I am sad! I want to play!"
"Brielle, please share," I said, trying to calm myself down.
She ignored me.
Emma started to cry harder.
"Emma, do you want to go home?" I asked, trying to calm her down.
"No! I want to play!" she cried.
"I don't care if you go home, Emma!" Brielle said.
That set me off. I grabbed the phone, and dialed my number sharply.
"Hello?" my mom answered the phone. Emma was sitting on my lap, sniffing. (I was in a different room, so Brielle couldn't hear our conversation.)
"Hi mom. Emma wants to go home," I said.
Emma nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Okay. What's the problem?" my mom asked.
I told her what happened.
"Then you lay the foot down, Lizzy. Either you let her share, or turn it off," my mom advised.
"Okay," I said, and hung up.
"Mommy will get you soon," I told Emma.
She nodded again.
I walked in Brielles room again. She was still playing the game.
"Brielle," I said, annoyed, "Either you give Emma a turn right now, or you turn it off! Which do you choose?"
She ignored me.
I stood in front of the TV, blocking her view, but she just leaned around me, still playing it.
"I am giving you one more chance!" I almost shouted. I was over reacting just a little bit, but all the times that she was rude me, in all of the babysitting jobs, my emotions were finally getting the better of me.
"Either-you-turn-off-that-game-or-you-give-the-stick-to-Emma," I said, my voice shaking. I was over reacting.
She ignored me.
I exploded.
I turned around, and turned off the TV.
She screamed.
"HEY!!! YOU ARE THE WORST BABYSITTER IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!" she shrieked, and collapsed on the bed, sobbing.
The entire time, Braylee had a Snow White in her mouth, and sucking on it, staring at us.
"If you turn that TV on while I am upstairs, you are going to be in Time-Out," I said, and left the room, Braylee toddling behind me, and Emma sniffing, holding my hand. Someone was at the door, and Gidget started barking.
It was my dad. Emma ran to him, and sobbed in his legs. He looked at me. I shrugged. Braylee giggled again.
"Bye dad," I said, "I love you."
"Have fun," he said, and I closed the door.
"Haaaa-goo," Braylee said.
I smiled and picked her up. Brielle came upstairs, wiping her face with her sleeve.
Couple hours later, the parents came home.
"So, how were the kids?" they asked.
I shrugged. "Okay, I guess," I said, and smiled to myself.
ANYWAY, Emma and Brielle were playing with Braylee, and I was playing with Gidgie, but keeping an eye on them every now and them.
In their basement, they have a playroom with two levels. There is a first level, and a second level. You climb a small ladder to get to the top, and to get down, you slide down a bright yellow slide. Braylee loves that slide, so I would hold on to her, and slide her down. She giggles and always wants to go on it again. In that playroom, Brielle was getting bossy, and taking charge, and talking back at me. Brielle was climbing up the slide, and then when Emma followed her up the slide, Brielle yelled at her, and sayed that no one was allowed to climb up the slide.
"Emma! STOP IT! You can't climb up the slide!" Brielle yelled. My little sister Emma is very timid, and stopped immediatly.
"Brielle, but you just climbed up the slide," I told her gently.
"Yeah, but....-" she thought of something to say, "But it'll break!"
"Then you shouldn't climb up the slide either," I reminded her.
"Well, I own this house, and you don't, so you can't tell me what to do!" Brielle said rudely.
"But your parents put me in charge of this house for a couple hours, so I can tell you what to do, okay?" I said softly.
"So?" she shouted.
Braylee was giggling, squirting drool all over the place.
"So, I need to tell you what to do so you can be safe," I reminded her again.
"But...!" she said.
She finally let it go, and then climbed up to the top of the slide, and then put Braylee on her lap, and slid down.
Braylee loved it.
Emma walked up to me.
"Lizzy, can I slide down the slide with Braylee, too?" she whispered in my ear.
"Sure, and I'll stand by you just in case," I said.
Emma happily climbed up the ladder and sat on the top of the slide. I put Braylee on her lap. Brielle noticed.
"HEY!!! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!" she screamed at me.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because, its not safe!" she said.
"I'm standing right here, and you just did it."
"Yeah, but, I'm her sister, and I can do what I want with her!"
"Emma would like a turn, and Braylee will be just fine," I said.
"No she won't! Emma will drop her, and hurt her!" Brielle shouted.
Emma's face turned red.
"Brielle, I'm standing right here. I assure you that everything will be fine," I said gently.
Emma slid down the slide, and as I predicted, nothing happened that was terrible. It went smoothly.
"Fine!" Brielle said rudely. Let me remind you, she's five!
I was getting a little annoyed at her talk, but I ignored it.
Brielle stomped to her room, and Emma followed, and Braylee toddled behind me when I followed them.
I walked in her room, and noticed this little joystick thing, with the Disney Princess logo on this.
"What's this?" I asked, picking up the joystick.
"Oh!" Brielle forgot to be mad at me, "That's my game!"
She turned on the TV and plugged in the joystick. Tinkling music turned on, and the Disney Princesses appeared on the screen.
"Cool," I said.
She started the game, and she played as the Sleeping Beauty fairies, waking up the sleeping subjects. Emma sat on the bed, watching her eagerly. After about 10 minutes, Emma whispered, "Lizzy, can I have a turn?"
"Sure, Emma," I said.
"Hey Brielle," I said.
She ignored me, too absorbed in her game.
"Brielle," I called louder.
She ignored me again.
"Brielle!" I practically shouted.
"What?" she said rudely, annoyed that she was interuppted from the game.
"Emma would like a turn," I said.
"Yeah, so?" she replied.
"Can you share, and let her play now?" I asked.
She ignored me again.
Emma's face turned red again, almost sent to tears.
"Brielle!" I said, my patience fading.
"What?" she shouted.
"Emma would like a turn," I said.
"I heard you the first time!" she said, annoyed.
"Then why don't you answer me!" I said, my patience almost gone.
She ignored me again.
Emma started to cry.
"Brielle!" Emma sobbed, "I am sad! I want to play!"
"Brielle, please share," I said, trying to calm myself down.
She ignored me.
Emma started to cry harder.
"Emma, do you want to go home?" I asked, trying to calm her down.
"No! I want to play!" she cried.
"I don't care if you go home, Emma!" Brielle said.
That set me off. I grabbed the phone, and dialed my number sharply.
"Hello?" my mom answered the phone. Emma was sitting on my lap, sniffing. (I was in a different room, so Brielle couldn't hear our conversation.)
"Hi mom. Emma wants to go home," I said.
Emma nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Okay. What's the problem?" my mom asked.
I told her what happened.
"Then you lay the foot down, Lizzy. Either you let her share, or turn it off," my mom advised.
"Okay," I said, and hung up.
"Mommy will get you soon," I told Emma.
She nodded again.
I walked in Brielles room again. She was still playing the game.
"Brielle," I said, annoyed, "Either you give Emma a turn right now, or you turn it off! Which do you choose?"
She ignored me.
I stood in front of the TV, blocking her view, but she just leaned around me, still playing it.
"I am giving you one more chance!" I almost shouted. I was over reacting just a little bit, but all the times that she was rude me, in all of the babysitting jobs, my emotions were finally getting the better of me.
"Either-you-turn-off-that-game-or-you-give-the-stick-to-Emma," I said, my voice shaking. I was over reacting.
She ignored me.
I exploded.
I turned around, and turned off the TV.
She screamed.
"HEY!!! YOU ARE THE WORST BABYSITTER IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!" she shrieked, and collapsed on the bed, sobbing.
The entire time, Braylee had a Snow White in her mouth, and sucking on it, staring at us.
"If you turn that TV on while I am upstairs, you are going to be in Time-Out," I said, and left the room, Braylee toddling behind me, and Emma sniffing, holding my hand. Someone was at the door, and Gidget started barking.
It was my dad. Emma ran to him, and sobbed in his legs. He looked at me. I shrugged. Braylee giggled again.
"Bye dad," I said, "I love you."
"Have fun," he said, and I closed the door.
"Haaaa-goo," Braylee said.
I smiled and picked her up. Brielle came upstairs, wiping her face with her sleeve.
Couple hours later, the parents came home.
"So, how were the kids?" they asked.
I shrugged. "Okay, I guess," I said, and smiled to myself.
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When I came home, I called Sadie, and Chase came over too. We went to Chase's house, and played Rock Band the rest of the night. It was fun. Then Sadie left, and we watched Pirates One. It was pretty good. But we only saw the first 20 minutes before my dad came and picked me up. I found out that BYU lost sadly. Ah well. There's next year.
Ciao for now!
Lizzy
Ciao for now!
Lizzy
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