Cereal Killer

Posted on by lindsay
I left the house earlier than usual this morning, in hopes of catching more than my normal share of rush hour traffic and still arriving to work at the same time. As predicted, my plan worked perfectly - I left the home thirty minutes early and arrived at my desk only four minutes ahead of schedule. Success!Because my drive took substantially longer than usual, my stomach started rumbling prematurely out of lust for the box of cereal that was tucked into my laptop bag. I generally wait until I'm at my desk to have breakfast, but today I succumbed by the time I hit the off-ramp from 495. This particular cereal was a new, exciting variety that I'd never tried before (Rice Krispies with Strawberries) and I ripped open the box and dug in.It took only a moment to realize that eating Rice Krispies with your hands while driving isn't ...continue reading.

Snow Day

Posted on by lindsay
After working from home the past two days as a result of the inclement weather, I decided to brave the icy roads and return to my office today. I made it as far as the car, at which point I realized that my wheels were frozen solidly to the street and were not even close to moving. It took me twenty minutes of revving my engine to decide that another plan was necessary, a plan that involved carrying pots of hot water down the stairs and out through the slippery cul-de-sac to where my car was glued in place. After about eight of these trips, Matt, who had been watching this all with some amusement from the kitchen window, came outside to help.We shoveled as much ice and snow out from under the wheels as we could (and by we, I mean he with a lot of moral support from ...continue reading.

You And Kristy Thomas.

Posted on by lindsay
I called Caitlin on Sunday morning to chat and discuss my babysitting job from the previous evening, as she is acquainted with the clients and their children. When I finished telling her about the events of the evening (the kids only cried once and the little boy only touched the dog inappropriately for a moment), she commented, "We should start a babysitting business. We'd make a lot of money.""Oh," I replied. "You mean like The Babysitters Club?" If you don't get the reference to the book series, clearly you weren't a girl in elementary school during the nineties.Caitlin laughed. And then she stopped laughing when she realized that I was still talking, and that I was listing each member of The Babysitters Club, their title in the club, and their favorite babysitting clients. I could practically feel her backing slowly away from the phone, and I can't blame her. You ...continue reading.

Signs of Aging

Posted on by lindsay
In case you were wondering where I found the child and the French Mastiff pictured in the post below, I babysat on Saturday night. That should also explain why I was trying to get the dog to eat the little boy.When I was a teenager, I hated babysitting. The children would climb on me or show me something they fished out of their baby sister's ear, and I'd paste on a huge smile and coo happily until they turned around, at which point my grimace of disgust would nearly incinerate the children on the spot. The moments would crawl by painfully, and the second the parents would return, I'd sprint home and scrub myself with Lysol.Perhaps it's just because I'm paid a lot more than I used to be, or maybe because I'm getting older and actually experiencing periodic maternal urges, but I don't find babysitting nearly as painful as ...continue reading.