Gabriel: Bethany lacks understanding about the ways of the world. She still has much to learn and that makes her vulnerable." Beth: "Do you have to make me sound like a full-time babysitting project?" Xavier: "I happen to be an experienced babysitter. I can show you my resume if you'd like.
In fact, in the last job I had before coming to the White House - I remember this clearly - I was on maternity leave with Sasha, still trying to figure out what to do with my life, and I got a call for an interview for this position, a senior position at the hospitals. And I thought, okay, here we go. So I had to scramble to look for babysitting, and couldn't find one.
I'm stuck babysitting turtle eggs while a volleyball player slash grease monkey slash aquarium volunteer tries to hit on me." I'm not hitting on you," he protested. No?" Believe me, you'd know if I was hitting on you. You wouldn't be able to stop yourself from succumbing to my charms.
I'm stuck babysitting turtle eggs while a volleyball player slash grease monkey slash aquarium volunteer tries to hit on me.' I'm not hitting on you, ' he protested. No?' Believe me, you'd know if I was hitting on you. You wouldn't be able to stop yourself from succumbing to my charms.
There are so many places, particularly right now. Go and volunteer at a food bank. If you play the piano, go play the piano in an Alzheimer's home. Or read in an Alzheimer's home. Help a military family with babysitting. The opportunities are endless. People often think 'They want me?' or 'I can be of help?' What we try to say here is 'Be who you are.'Feel that, live it and pass it on.
As with many teens, my first jobs included babysitting and mopping floors at McDonald's. Since then, I've held jobs a diverse as selling used cars, selling apparel, cosmetics, and real-estate, substitute-teaching six graders, teaching undergraduate creative writing, and working as an editorial assistant for a literary magazine.
Few people know this, but I am a trained assassin, skilled in jujitsu and krav maga. I can also, with a few folds, turn an ordinary piece of notebook paper into a lethal weapon. Or I can turn it into a butterfly, which is a great trick when I'm babysitting." I fought a smile. "A trained assassin who babysits." "Only the Greene twins and only because their family gets every premium channel on the planet.
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Not all activities are equal in this regard. Those that involve genuine concentration""studying a musical instrument, playing board games, reading, and dancing""are associated with a lower risk for dementia. Dancing, which requires learning new moves, is both physically and mentally challenging and requires much concentration. Less intense activities, such as bowling, babysitting, and golfing, are not associated with a reduced incidence of Alzheimer's. (254)
There's always that one guy who gets a hold on you. Not like your best friend's brother who gets you in a headlock kind of hold. Or the little kid you're babysitting who attaches himself to your leg kind of hold. I'm talking epic. Life changing. The 'can't eat, can't sleep, can't do your homework, can't stop giggling, can't remember anything but his smile' kind of hold. Like, Wesley and Buttercup proportions. Harry and Sally. Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. The kind of hold in all your favorite '80s songs, like the 'Must Have Been Love's, the 'Take My Breath Away's, the 'Eternal Flame's-the ones you sing into a hairbrush-microphone at the top of your lungs with your best friends on a Saturday night.
There was nothing to see in the room, but his brain pulled multiple vivid memories to the forefront of his mind. Entering the house as husband and wife, with Angela holding onto his arm. The night his father died in the downstairs bedroom while he was helpless to do anything but watch from the window; an outsider. Long years of being Angela's Peter Pan before that boy had ever existed, flitting in and out of her window, and her life. Watching the woman he loved grow old and live a life without him by night, then babysitting her killer by day. It was impossible for him to see Amelia as anything else in those early days. The days before he loved her.
I talked to Zrakovi this afternoon, ' Alex said, giving me an undecipherable look. 'He's putting me back on sentinel duty for the next few weeks while you handle a special assignment.' Special assignment had an ominous ring to it. 'What kind of special assignment? And why am I hearing it from you instead of Zrakovi?' Elder Z was my boss, not Alex, however Mr. Bossy liked to think otherwise. 'You're going to be babysitting Jean Lafitte and making sure he doesn't try to take revenge on anyone for what happened last month.' At my horrified, speechless gape, Alex gave me a grim smile and held his glass of port up in salute as my dessert congealed into a lump in my stomach. 'Good luck with that, Jolie.
When did you first feel like a grown woman and not a girl?' We wrote down our answers and shared them, first in pairs, then in larger groups. The group of women was racially and economically diverse, but the answers had a very similar theme. Almost everyone first realized they were becoming a grown woman when some dude did something nasty to them. 'I was walking home from ballet and a guy in a car yelled, 'Lick me!'' 'I was babysitting my younger cousins when a guy drove by and yelled, 'Nice ass.'' There were pretty much zero examples like 'I first knew I was a woman when my mother and father took me out to dinner to celebrate my success on the debate team.' It was mostly men yelling shit from cars. Are they a patrol sent out to let girls know they've crossed into puberty? If so, it's working.
The U.S. Census Bureau considers mothers the "designated parent, " even when both parents are present in the home. When mothers care for their children, it's "parenting, " but when fathers care for their children, the government deems it a "child care arrangement." I have even heard a few men say that they are heading home to "babysit" for their children. I have never heard a woman refer to taking care of her own children as "babysitting." A friend of mine ran a team-building exercise during a company retreat where people were asked to fill in their hobbies. Half of the men in the group listed "their children" as hobbies. A hobby? For most mothers, kids are not a hobby. Showering is a hobby.
EVERYDAY SHE WALK BY SEE ME ON THE SAME BLOCK SAME CREW, LIKE SHE NEVER SEEN ROCKS CHAIN WATCH, RIMS BLUE DIFFERENT COLOR BOOTS ON, PARK YUKON YOU PREDICATES EX-CONS, RIP ARMS, BETTIN' CHIPS PUFF MEDICINE PLAY MY GANGSTA BEATS TUNNEL BANGERS, FLEX, CLUE TAPES BANG IN THE STREETS I'M JUST A FLY, THUGGISH BALLER SHORTY ANXIOUS TO MEET TILL I DIE KEEP WANTING TO HEAD MINK TO THE FEET BUT SHORTY JAIL BAIT, MIGHT GET ME FIVE TO LIFE MAYBE IN TIME YOU CAN BE NAS'S WIFE PLACE SCHOOL, STUDY LAW I'MMA PAY YOUR TUITION COME ON CAMPUS, BUY YOU BOOKS DO YOUR BABYSITTING MY UNUSUAL STYLE MAKE YOUR FUTURE UNWILD WHEN YOU GET OLDER I'MMA BLESS YOU WITH A CHILD SEE NOW YOU WAS UNAWARE THAT THIS THUG HAD AFFECTION LET ME BE YOUR ANGEL AND I'LL BE YOUR PROTECTION
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Look, Jordan, you're not alone any more. It's my job to protect you while I'm here and I can't do that if you keep pushing me away.' 'That's the problem, Michael, ' I shot back. 'You have more responsibilities to your boss than you do to me. You taught me how to defend myself, how to heal myself, and that should be good enough. You can't keep babysitting one little human when you have an entire cosmos to worry about.' He faced me again, those green eyes boring into mine as if he could see straight through me. 'Are you saying you want me to leave?' My chest tightened. I hadn't expected him to say that. I bit my bottom lip, glancing away. 'That's not what I mean.' 'Then what do you mean?' 'Since when have I ever known what the hell I mean?' He touched my right cheek, making me face him. 'You do when it counts.' Staring up at him, shirtless, vulnerable, and wounded, I felt like I couldn't breathe. He had a knack for picking my walls apart brick by brick. It bothered me. He took a step closer, casting a shadow over me. 'Stop, ' I mumbled, fixing my eyes on the floor. He brushed a lock of hair behind my ear, sliding his warm hand to lift my chin so I'd have to look at him. 'Stop what?' he murmured. 'Looking at me.' 'Why?' 'That's how Terrell used to look at me before we kissed.' His lips parted to say something but I pushed past him, gathering up my duster from where it lay on the bed next to the dress. 'Get dressed. We have more ghosts to help.
After six long hours of driving and three rest stops, Tiger pulls up to a snow-topped, metal speaker box just outside the State Penitentiary's first gate in Walla Walla. As he rolls down his window and snow flies in his face, Joshua starts begging for a Happy Meal. I turn around, snapping at him. "This ISN'T MCDONALDS and YOU AREN'T HUNGRY. NOW SHUT UP BRAT." A loud scratchy masculine voice blasts out of the speaker. "CAN I HELP YOU?" Tiger leans out the window, as he answers- We're here to visit Raven Chandler. "HAVE YOU BEEN HERE BEFORE?" "Yes sir. I've been here A LOT." "WHERE'S HIS MOTHER?" "I don't know.. I haven't seen her in months." "NOT THE PRISONER'S MOTHER. THE BRAT IN THE BACK SEAT OF YOUR JEEP." "Oh- HIM-" As he turns, smiling and sticking his tongue out at Joshua, I lean towards his window to answer the guard's question. "SHE'S IN VEGAS, SIR. I'M BABYSITTING. HE'S MY GODSON." When the speaker remains disturbingly silent for far too long, I continue. "HE'S A GOOD BOY SIR. HE WON'T BE ANY TROUBLE- I SWEAR." "THAT'S RIGHT, " Tiger said. "HE SWEARS ON THE LITTLE BRAT'S MOTHER'S GRAVE.