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How Dinosaurs Can Create The Urge To Nest

27. Septembre 2006 | en

Part of the joys of being a governess is that your part teacher and part nanny. So though while you get to throughly enjoy your preparation time and teaching time, there is also all out play time and the occasional bathroom break time when you are asked “is my bum clean” and you check, and then share some of the pride displayed when the 4 year old boy exclaims “WOW its as big as a snake.” (We were beaming over different things. He was impressed with size, I was happy that all that time spent on phonics and singing “the snake is in the grass” wasn’t wasted).

But there is also the fights over if its study time, or flat out “he/she is my sibling and I can take them out with a well placed clothesline to the neck if I so wish.” And sometimes at parties it gets a little out of hand and you need to sit with one of them while they throw a 40 minute temper tantrum, and you find your greatest fear (that one day you will turn out to be your mother) isn’t true, because you find your fathers words coming out instead “Tears don’t work on me, We should have thought about that before we tried to tackle your brother.” And you wonder how the hell your parents ever put up with you and didn’t dump you with grandma and grandpa and run off Costa Rica. And then you get a tearful apology and you decide to let the offender go.

And you open the door to see a four and a half year old neon orange dinosaur hurdling down the hall towards you. And your thoughts are (in this exact order);

What the fuck?

Where the Hell did he find that?

He cant put socks on how did he get orange spandex with fluffy spikes on?

Oh My God where do I get my own?

(I refer to both the outfit and the 4 year old).

Because we all know we can just go to the store and buy them.

Marqueurs: Istanbul Dinosaurs and nesting
Carte: N 41° 00.892 E 29° 00.939

Think Chicken Run

04. Octobre 2006 | en

Yesterday I was called downstairs to a room of people in lab coats. Ok so there were 2, but it is always disconcerting when you walk into a room in your domestic domain and see lab coats. And then I was told I needed a needle. WTF??? One boy was crying, the other was looking at me suspiciously, so I thought they needed me to go first. It was a flu shot so I figured what the hell. One stab by a stranger later and I’m told the boys already have theirs.

This morning my arm is itchy, sore, and grotesquely swollen. Almost as if someone slipped one of those giant square band aids for your knee under the skin. The aunt sees it, and says, “Maybe because there are 5 different virus in that needle.”

Think chicken run, think panicked screaming clay chickens, think thats the scene in my head right now.

Marqueurs: Istanbul We mustn’t Panic AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Carte: N 41° 00.892 E 29° 00.939

The Glamour Of A Nanny

08. Octobre 2006 | en

I would love to tell you about my exciting weekend, but as I work weekends İ can not. :P I can tell you that children are your parents revenge upon you. This mornıng a little tap on my door and I was sure I had overslept. ‘Sherrie come see come see.’ As the dawn had barely began to crack I looked at my watch . Sure enough it was not yet 7 in the mornıng. Stumbling down the stairs convinced one of them had killed the other (and thats why they didnt wake their parents up for whatever this obvious emergency was), I walk into the room and what is on the TV – what may just be the most annoying giant fluffy dınosaur type thıngs sınce barney. ‘SEE Sherrie ENGLISH!!!!!!’ Yes yes it is. It is also not yet 7 in the morning. HOWEVER no one was beıng sat on in forced participation either. I was overwhelmed wıth joy and an urge to throttle. So I sat with them for 10 mıns before telling them Id go back to sleep now and what good boys they were. I have vague memories of me and my brothers jumping on my parents bed at 7 in the morning demanding cereal and the shared pleasure of group cartoon watching. Thıs is what ıs meant by karma.

Marqueurs: Istanbul nanny for the rich - tell me again why I am doing this?
Carte: N 41° 00.892 E 29° 00.939

Created at: 22. Mai 2008

Bring it Godzilla Beyotch

11. Octobre 2006 | en

Because Godzilla may start it but I be finishing it! So much so that my kisses have the power to make monsters quake. Yes you read it right. Monsters FEAR me. The little boy cant sleep through the night. So last night I gave him 2 kisses on his forehead and told him that when monsters saw the Sherrie kisses they would run away afraid because they knew I would yell at them for scaring him. And then I pretended I was yelling at the monsters. He giggled at that. BUT last night he slept through the night and tonight he asked for Sherrie No Monsters Kisses before he went to sleep. This does beg the question of how terrifying am I if he honestly believes when Im mad even the monsters hide…….

Marqueurs: Istanbul Teacher Sister Is A Dragon Slayer Extraordinaire
Carte: N 41° 00.892 E 29° 00.939

Created at: 22. Mai 2008

The Slaying of Water Zombies Has Commenced

26. Octobre 2006 | en

The revolution has begun 3 days ahead of schedule. An advance guard has taken the present 6 week plague of the Zombies into their own hands. Taken advantage of an unexpected weak tactical point of the water zombies1, the LOA2 has an unexpected victory. Yes folks, the last night in Izmir (that is tonight, but last night when I access Internet to post), I was invited out with the parents, and the parents only (by that I mean the parents and their friends, no kiddies), for supper. And the night began with “Would you like a mojito?” Images of a slimey yet still so sexy Colin Farrell3 from Miami Vice danced in my head and I accepted. In fairness, that these people are my employers and I cant quite wrap my head around if I see them as parental figures or bosses, or as people almost my own age (which they are, the mom is only 5 years older), I left it at the one and then proceeded to drink red wine to the point where the night was wonderfully pleasant even if the conversation was conducted in Turkish. Fuck complaining, I was hanging out with adults!!!!!!!!!!!! ADULTS! The majority of my day is spent with 3 people whose combined age just makes them legal in Quebec and still not in the rest of the country! Wooooooooo ooooooooooooooo They even asked me if I was bored. WAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHHAHAHHAHHAHHA ahem no, I was drinking alcohol and eating delicious food. Good night everybody!!

P.S. Kiss my digressing inappropriately footnoted ass!!!

1 Those bastards so secure in their superiority have weakened their vigilance. There is also talk of a proud yet mentally unstable leader who underestimated the power of the secret league of alcohol. What matters is not the why but the how. Sherrie has once again tasted that sweet intoxication known as inebriation.

2 League of alcohol

3 This is not a blog on my poor choice of sexually appropriate men. This is me tipsy folks. And right or wrong I think Colin Farrell is sexy. Maybe even because of, rather than despite of, his slimyness. Let the LOGF (League of Good Feminists) arrest me. Just make sure that it involves honey and lesbians. Mother stop reading right about now. Actually stop reading 5 minutes ago and move onto the next post.

Marqueurs: Istanbul Turkey I need a F*&KING drink
Carte: N 41° 01.237 E 28° 97.592

Created at: 22. Mai 2008

This Is Where I Cry

05. Novembre 2006 | en

14 hours.

Id rant on but Im too fucking tired. And that wasnt writing. In fact I wrote all of 100 words. because Im too fucking tired and crooked and ready to cry. Also ready to have my ovaries removed in case I forget today and get into my head I want my own. Oh wait I cant forget today because tomorrow will also be another 12 hour, but likely 13 hour day.

Is the food and living in Istanbul worth it?

The food is amazing. Istanbul is fantastic when I can see it. Oh which is once a week. :( The family is lovely, but I cant keep putting in these hours on weekends without snapping. My only break today was when I showered. Oh and Tennis creep is still calling, only now he blocks his number. And when I told the mother she said he is a man, he likes me, this is normal, just dont answer. That route isnt working either. And why the attitude change? Because she misunderstood me last time and thought he was acting without any help from me. Upon talking to the tennis school and finding out I had agreed to meet with him on my day off its become kindve my fault. My best friend is male as are most of my closest friends. I told him I dont like him and I flat out love someone else. But he is convinced I like him so why should anything I say make a difference. Im to learn my lesson and stop trying to make friends or else expect such behavior.
I will go cry now for how crap this world is.

Marqueurs: Istanbul Turkey do you really want to take that job as a nanny?
Carte: N 41° 01.237 E 28° 97.592

Created at: 22. Mai 2008

Time To Get Out Of Dodge

05. Novembre 2006 | en

So I’m doing terrible at the NANOWRIMO challenge, but gaining spectacular colors in the throwing temper tantrums and crying sections of life. Also in the “eat vast amounts of chocolate while watching Naruto” and sending my pain in the direction of Alix. Myself and Nicole however have decided to start writing proper letters so hurray. This will also help appease my fears that my employers have the key stoke program on my computer and know just how much I bitch. Damn you Hanz for ever telling me about that and now I have paranoid schizophrenia to add to my list of problems. :-p

Marqueurs: Istanbul Turkey I need a F*&KING drink
Carte: N 41° 01.237 E 28° 97.592

Created at: 22. Mai 2008

Chocolate Makes It ALL Better

11. Novembre 2006 | en

Patrick brought me chocolate from the fatherland. I had asked him to bring some for me and the rest to add to Christmas packages. I’m so sorry people. There will be no Christmas this year. There are still bits of chocolate and wrapper on my face and in my hair. I have some big ones left for immediate family members and I’m debating how much I really do love them. I then weigh it against what they’ve done for me of late. So far mom’s bar is the only one thats safe! :P

And then I begin to feel guilt over the amount of food I eat here and the fact I’m going to rapidly gain weight soon if I don’t return to my exercise program. (which is part of the reason I went for swim tonight after the kiddies went to bed). And then I think I am far too stressed here if I’m worrying about food and my weight.

Because the fact of the matter is this is the body of someone in love with life. A rounded belly is sensual dammit! And I love food and I enjoy it, and I look at those with “better bodies” (because again there is absolutely nothing wrong with mine except I should be kinder to my heart sometimes) and they are often cranky bitchy and miserable because its all about the outside and never the inside. Well my inside is full of chocolate, wine, beer and all kinds of decadent wonderful foods. (just like me wahahahaha)

Marqueurs: Istanbul Turkey
Carte: N 41° 01.237 E 28° 97.592

Created at: 22. Mai 2008

FREEEEEEEEEDOM

18. Novembre 2006 | en

But till then a teaser on what it is about from Hans:

Hans:
that is soo wild heh heh you should have left a note under the kids’ pillows saying “Goodbye my children. When you grow up avenge me.”

Marqueurs: Istanbul Turkey fly into the night
Carte: N 41° 01.237 E 28° 97.592

Created at: 22. Mai 2008

Baby Brother Steps Up The Love

18. Novembre 2006 | en

So I gave my brother the condensed version of what happened. aka I complained about my hours and I was asked to leave (because we all love slave labour even when its above minimum wage rate. In fact THEN we should be grateful for it) and his reply back to me (as you will notice) was overwhelmed with concern. :P

thats hilarious, was it dramatic and uncomfortable lol. you should have
droped the kids off at a bus station and left them hahaha. where are you
going to stay until you get a new job.

Marqueurs: Istanbul Turkey siblings love you
Carte: N 41° 01.237 E 28° 97.592

Created at: 22. Mai 2008

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