Spiderwoman!

    Sir dance-a-lot is amazing. He is smart, super cute, and has a really rare sense of humor. He gets really offended when I try to laugh at his funnyness because he thinks I am laughing at him. Any who the other day I was attempting to take a nap. FAIL. As I was laying there sir dace-a-lot comes in, to play his piano of course. When I told him I was trying to sleep he claimed he just wouldn't play as loud as regular.... After a bit, he leaves. Only to return in the nude, while holding a Superman costume. He sat butt naked on the floor and threw the costume at me saying "Put this on me!!" So I did it. I was still trying to sleep when he yelled "CAITLYNN WE ARE GOING OUTSIDE... NOW!" So I got up to go outside and realized he not only was in Superman attire, he had a wig on. Not just any wig, a Cruella de Vil wig. I'm talking paper white on one half and jet black on the other half. I played along, thinking it was a joke. It wasn't. Sir dance-a-lot doesn't live in a "We love children" neighborhood so the fact that he was beating his chest, while running and jumping in the rain, while wearing his fabulous outfit, while I videoed him, might be reason enough for the neighbors to not be our fans. My favorite thing about dance-a-lot is, he is always honest. That is why he did his routine while yelling things like "I'M SPIDERWOMAN, I'M SPIDER MAN, I'M SPIDER GIRL AND MAN, I CAN DANCE, I'M GUNNA GET CHA!" The simple fact that he understood that with the wig he was no longer an average Spiderman, makes me so happy. Coolest Spiderwoman yet? I think so.

                      PASS.

I quit.

A few weeks ago I woke up in a super nasty mood, and decided I just couldn't do everything. Have a job and do it well, play a part with my family and friends, and not pull my hair out. Instead of being calm, calm isn't my thing, I just quit my job. My buffy is the most calm and level headed boss alive. Seriously, I am wild,
crazy and tripolar and no one deals with me like she does.
"I can't do this, I quit."
She responded and said "Okay what time are you coming in today?"
"I'm not, I quit."
"See you at 11."
Ever failed at quitting your job? I have.
Since than I have quit my job 459,856,210,145 times and failed 459,856,210,145.

FAIL!

Who Needs Eyebrows?

For the most part, today was normal. Regular things happened at regular moments. I was three centimeters from bed when I heard a convo taking place between my boss (buffy) and madame awesome. It took me a bit to fully comprehend the complete concept, and finally it hit me, simply eyebrows. I'm more than confident that somewhere on the wonderful world wide web, there is a picture of me with nasty, thick, overgrown eyebrows. I usually keep up with my eyebrows like Ray Charles keeps up with his own yard work. I DO NOT however take matters into my own hands, razors, or hot wax. Putting me in charge of my eyebrows with a tool or weapon is equivalent to putting Ray Charles on a riding mower with his foot DUCK taped to the pedal. Madame awesome is no more experienced with eyebrow cropping than I, but she is a firm believer in high-jacking buffy's razor at her convenience . The problem is she crops her eyebrows vertically rather then horizontally. On the other hand, she only did one eyebrow, I don't know why that is on the other hand. I will inform you when the eyebrow returns. Until next time, don't do your own eyebrows.

FAIL!

You Dummie!

I have a super boss. My boss is cute, intelligent, creative, so funny, and pretty buff, so obviously her daughter is becoming these things. She is a mini-me of my boss. Is this a good thing? We think so! Any way a few weeks ago I was in the car when my boss picked her kids up. They had met me once before, and seen me on a few occasions, but we had never really chilled or talked. Every time her middle son (sir dance-a-lot) sees me he asks "Why are you here" or "Why are you with my mom" possibly "Why are you with us". So without fail Sir dance-a-lot asks "Why are you in our car?", the moment he gets in. I told him I was just hanging out and would leave soon. My boss' daughter (madam awesome) was quiet and didn't say much until we got home. The kids had warmed up and discovered even though I didn't have a 6 pack, I still wasn't going to eat them and everything in their casa. I was downstairs where the oldest (sir mario lover) was playing Wii, Sir dance-a-lot was playing synthesized piano while dancing, and the madam awesome was planning on making me a victim.

"Caitlynn will you be my dummie"? "Ummm your what?"
"My DUMMIE! Just come over here, and sit down."
"Ehh okay"

This small conversation led to this...

1) A new do

2) A dress cape (the dress wouldn't fit my gut, only around my neck)

3) A purse stating "S is for Spoiled) DUH!

I made my boss' day.

PASS!