Halloween A Few Days Late

I totally forgot to tell you guys about my halloween costume this year!

I had the brilliant brainwave a few months back to be Rapunzel for halloween since I've got the hair and eyes so might as well. I had started to piece together my costume, long purple skirt paired with a medieval-looking purple shirt, flowers for my hair and was in the process of looking for a Pascal BUT THEN I saw that I was scheduled to work that night so all my plans fell apart.

(Yes, I know I'm 18, but that doesn't mean I can't go trick or treating. I was going to go with my friend and we were going to be the first Disney princess, Snow White, and the last! You may know tell me that is an amazing idea.)

hippie me

So I settled for wearing a flower headband and being a hippie since work has a uniform that purple skirts somehow doesn't comply with.

My coworkers dressed up as well. Highlight of my night was the dude who ironically dressed up as a cat.

Twilight Grocery Shopping

Last night I commented to my mother how we needed some items of food for me to properly pack my lunch the next day. She absentmindedly told me to get some money and walk to the grocery store for all of it. "This is totally normal. I help around the house with activities such as grocery shopping too." you may say. The thing is, this was at 9:30 at night. I don't think she was fully awake or else she would have made me wait until tomorrow afternoon but I didn't want to have a lame lunch so I grabbed my sister and we were out the door.

The grocery store is a short 7 minute walk from our house and we amused ourselves by being dressed in our pyjamas and singing along to my sister's ipod.



Please note that she was the one who had the earphones in. I was just singing from what I could get from her singing so I was usually a beat off or didn't know where we were since she was mumbling the melody due to LACK of MEMORIZATION SKILLZ. We were listening to the silly song Bellybutton from VeggieTales and when it got to the part where the caterpillar raps, I completely aced it. We were a sight to behold, skipping through a parking lot rapping about "umbilical equivocals".

Anyways, we got the groceries and went along our merry way, all the while probably getting weird looks from the adults who were also there because since when do two teenage girls go to the store at nighttime to buy healthy stuff like carrots. (Well, we also bought ice cream but that is beside the point.) No one else was talking but that didn't stop us from carrying on our conversation about how non-2012 a Chicken Soup for the Soul book cover looked.



And that was the extent of our close-to-midnight adventure. I think we should do it more often.It was the right time of night that everything was slightly silly and we weren't tired enough to be zombies.

The Best Kind of Babysitting

You know what seriously is the best? Night babysitting. You get there around 7 and the kid(s) are either already asleep or your sole job is to send them into dreamland.

It rocks when they're already asleep because then you just get to chill in someone else's home on the off chance that the child wakes up. Most parents are super nice and offer you the run of their internet, TV and kitchen which is totally ok by me.

And when all you have to do is but them to bed, it's not bad at all. Speaking for myself here, I'm not that good at thinking up ways to entertain kids so unless they're the type with the overactive imagination that turns everything into a game or the quiet one that likes to amuse themselves I have to work hard to always keep the kid busy. That said, when I know that I need to get them in bed and sleeping, all I have to do is follow the steps to make sure that happens. We put pyjamas on, we brush our teeth, we read a story and then the light goes off. Sure, some kids don't want to sleep but it's easy to wear them out or just be firm about it.

Side Note: Another amazing thing when you are a babysitter is having the kids recognize you and love having you around. Seriously, them jumping around and hugging you when you arrive has to be the best welcome ever.