UGH, little brothers...
I seriously am sick of Duane. Not the normal 'he annoys me' stuff either. He's come to a whole new level of brat.
He has it in his head that I'm leaving this week. I had to babysit him all day Tuesday and he annoyed me to no end. He wanted to ride his bike into town with a couple of his friends. I told him no, because I know darn well mom and dad would have told him the same. He starts pulling this "mom and dad let me all the time." Ok so that's lie one of the day, but that's nothing new that brat lies 24/7. I still tell him no, because I don't trust him to tell the truth and I don't want to have to explain to my parents my lapse of intelligence. Well then he REALLY hit the roof (mind you his two friends are right there in teh room) and he starts SCREAMING how fat, and ugly, and stupid I am and then tells his friends that I'm a faggot who wants to go to Hell. So I tell him he can't go back outside he needed a time out in his room. He then left the house. I was sooooooooo pissed by this point, but I figured if he did leave the yard I'd call dad at work and tell him about the whole problem. So after about 5 minutes of Duane ranting to his friends outside (I can just imagine what the freak said) he came inside and proceeded to scream at me some more, all the while not going near his room. I finally got him in the room... I spent the next hour hearing him scream at me from behind his door. I swear the child needs help or something he doesn't do this with mom or dad, just me. I hate it. I HATE BABYSITTING THIS KID. I would almost rather babysit that Jesse kid again (the one who described in perfect detail how he'd murder us all in our beds with the kitchen knives and the kid was barely 5, he ended up in a children's mental facility a while after that suffering from schizophrenia)...
so after that he quieted down and then I got to talking with one of our neighbors who needed help with something and he played this game of how abused he is when I babysit, so I thought wth, go ahead and go over to a friend's. So I told mom after she got home. And since he was already "punished" and she's sure I overreacted that she didn't need to talk to him at all. That pisses me off even more. I swear this kid can get away with ANYTHING. It SUCKS! >_<
Oh well... today I got to paint at the church all day. Mrs. Joy ended up with more paint on the floor than whatever it was she was painting... she cracks me up.
I'm watching this dancing with the stars with mom and it's weird. I like ice dancing SO much more lol.
anyway that's all for now... going to go put more stuff on the website... I so wish Dean would let me know BEFORE he tells everyone in the church what he wants on the website... because all this stuff that is supposed to be on the site isn't because I didn't know that's what he wanted LOL... UGH MEN!
ok I am going to go do something now... I shall see you all later!
-Tonichelle
PS, I have *way* too many Star Wars icons...
He has it in his head that I'm leaving this week. I had to babysit him all day Tuesday and he annoyed me to no end. He wanted to ride his bike into town with a couple of his friends. I told him no, because I know darn well mom and dad would have told him the same. He starts pulling this "mom and dad let me all the time." Ok so that's lie one of the day, but that's nothing new that brat lies 24/7. I still tell him no, because I don't trust him to tell the truth and I don't want to have to explain to my parents my lapse of intelligence. Well then he REALLY hit the roof (mind you his two friends are right there in teh room) and he starts SCREAMING how fat, and ugly, and stupid I am and then tells his friends that I'm a faggot who wants to go to Hell. So I tell him he can't go back outside he needed a time out in his room. He then left the house. I was sooooooooo pissed by this point, but I figured if he did leave the yard I'd call dad at work and tell him about the whole problem. So after about 5 minutes of Duane ranting to his friends outside (I can just imagine what the freak said) he came inside and proceeded to scream at me some more, all the while not going near his room. I finally got him in the room... I spent the next hour hearing him scream at me from behind his door. I swear the child needs help or something he doesn't do this with mom or dad, just me. I hate it. I HATE BABYSITTING THIS KID. I would almost rather babysit that Jesse kid again (the one who described in perfect detail how he'd murder us all in our beds with the kitchen knives and the kid was barely 5, he ended up in a children's mental facility a while after that suffering from schizophrenia)...
so after that he quieted down and then I got to talking with one of our neighbors who needed help with something and he played this game of how abused he is when I babysit, so I thought wth, go ahead and go over to a friend's. So I told mom after she got home. And since he was already "punished" and she's sure I overreacted that she didn't need to talk to him at all. That pisses me off even more. I swear this kid can get away with ANYTHING. It SUCKS! >_<
Oh well... today I got to paint at the church all day. Mrs. Joy ended up with more paint on the floor than whatever it was she was painting... she cracks me up.
I'm watching this dancing with the stars with mom and it's weird. I like ice dancing SO much more lol.
anyway that's all for now... going to go put more stuff on the website... I so wish Dean would let me know BEFORE he tells everyone in the church what he wants on the website... because all this stuff that is supposed to be on the site isn't because I didn't know that's what he wanted LOL... UGH MEN!
ok I am going to go do something now... I shall see you all later!
-Tonichelle
PS, I have *way* too many Star Wars icons...
