its all about taking control. i found a better offer. the next few weeks are going to be so awkward.

i am currently a full time nanny. i get paid a mere 6.50/hr and am wondering after a year if i should get a raise, or i should have just started out making more.

anyway, whatever the answer is, im quiting as soon as i find other full-time work. the people that i work for suck. they cancel all the time, which makes for a part-time job, and Sarah can barely pay the bills, let alone have money for food, and extras. thank god i have great friends and a great bf.

just imagine the shock on their faces when i say, "i'm out."

but seriously, they suck, and im quitting asap.

p.s. im sick of winter, where are you spring and summer? i look so much better in the sun sipping a cocktail and tanning by the pool. don't we all?

The Tale of the Shme and The Shmu
(The Tale, of which this is part two)

There once was a shme and a shmu,
(The latter is me, the former is you)
Always each other's proverbial walking stick,
On those days when things were thin or thick.

And sometimes, along came a gray, rainy day,
when things would not be going the Shme's way,
and she'd become one hostile and mad chick,
beating the Shmu senseless with a not-so-proverbial stick.

Lying in pain, the Shmu would sigh,
and pick himself up, with the roll of an eye.
and calm whatever anger he felt,
and play with the proverbial cards he'd been dealt.

Approaching the Shme, with the utmost care,
and listening to the Shme in dispair,
tragic tales of sorrow and plight,
slowly things would return to right.

On other days, the silly Shmu would misbehave,
his mind would shift to a mischievous brain wave,
and he'd have his laughs at the Shme's expense,
setting her ablaze (in the metaphorical sense)

Upon seeing her, in her angered rage,
The Shmu embarassedly returned to his age,
And he'd beg the Shme to excuse,
Thankfully, the Shme has yet to refuse.

A story of a friendship, similar to none,
And yet, a story which has only begun,
A friendship to last, through, through and through.
I hope we'll still be pals 'till we're both ninety-two.

(If you haven't killed me by then) - also written by Alyshah

Tis the story of two,
A shme and a shmu,
A shme of who made men swoon,
A shmu who was a buffoon,

The shme got all the gets,
The shmu lost all bets,
The shme, trendy-dressed,
The shmu was just depressed.

The shme was par-none,
The shmu was no fun,
Of the spectrum, at opposite ends,
And yet one day, they became friends.

An odd pair, it's true
And always they'd argue,
Different in all ways,
but still friends after many days

Why would these two still be pals?
Despite there being better suited guys and gals?
Though different with every hope and fear,
They had one common appreciation: a cold pint of beer.

A appeciation that made their bond last,
With each argument that passed,
A friendship paralled by very few,
A friendship of the shmeshmu. -written by Alyshah- and he's a guy

in thee months. im wondering, is it possible? i don't really want to lose a ton of weight. maybe 5-10 pounds. i just want a nice ass, a flat stomach, and some tone in my arms. my legs are pretty ok, they just need to be worked out. oh, and those boobs are def fake, and mine are never gonna be that big, but im hoping they don't get smaller.



seriously, this picture is hot. i wanna look like that in my bikini this summer.

i also just want to feel in great shape. i already feel like i have so much more energy, after only a few weeks. i think im ready to step up my cardio. yay!

ohhhh. i have an interview at a salon tomorrow. it in williamsville, which is good, because thats where the good ones are. they seem pretty nice and flexible, and this would mean more money to add on to my crap nanny salary or byebye to nanny job for good. those bastards need to appreciate.

wish me luck...