Wednesday, 30 September 2009

Be Afraid, Be VERY Afraid!

If there's something strange in your neighbourhood
Who you gonna call?
If there's something weird and it don't look good
Who you gonna call?
If you're seeing things running through your head
Who you gonna call?
An invisible man sleeping in your bed
Who you gonna call?
If you're all alone pick up the phone
Who can you call?
You have dose of a freaky Ghost
Who you gonna call?

So, last night I was round at my sister’s house babysitting for her and her husband while they were out at the pictures.
I look after the kids quite a bit; an eleven year old (with the attitude of...well my age), and four year old (with the argumentative nature of an eleven year old), and finally a two year old boy who is adorable, but rather strange (and I say that from a loving place).
I get there a bit before nine and the four year old has been ill, she is out for the count in her bed, so I just have to check on her every now and then and make sure she doesn’t get to hot; simple.
The two years old is running around all excited that I am there (to them I can of = play, so I can understand this misgiving). I give him a bottle and take him up to bed. But at this point he gets angry and upset because he only just realises that his mum and dad have gone without saying goodbye to him, so he is crying and upset and calling out their names. I snuggle and chat rubbish to him (most of which I know he didn’t understand) and he sat staring at me until his head started getting to heavy for himself and began falling forward and backwards in quick snaps that he couldn’t control. He allowed me to lie him down and he fell asleep after that. 2 down; 1 to go.
The eleven year old had to be in bed at half past, so off I went to tell her to get her butt upstairs, but she pleads
'can I just watch the end of thisssssss?!?!' (Insert very winy voice)
'Why what time does it go off?' (Insert my voice trying to do authority)
'Fine'... because I'm her aunt and I'm awesome at it :) or I'm awesome at allowing thing that they are not usually allowed to do.
When 10 comes around I am reading for my English class and it gets to 10past before I remember, so once I wrestle her (literally) upstairs I go and sit in the front room.
That is when the noises start!!!!! I swear to GOD there was someone walking up and down the stairs, I kept going into the landing to check that it wasn’t one of the kids. It wasn’t. There was no-one there. And then there were footsteps all over the house- I even went upstairs (sneaking) to see whether one of them was messing about. They were all out of it.
I was really creeped out by this point, wearing my shoes (which basically means I was preparing myself for having to run at any point). I rung my mum (yes I know! But in times like this you want your mum!) And she said put the telly on. But I can’t do that because then I fear that I'm missing noises!?!?! So I went and sat in the kitchen with the dog (for protection) and did my nails, the next thing I remember I woke up with my face stuck to the dinner table and my nail polish all clumpy and smeared on the nail.
So the real reason behind all that ^^^^ is that if your ever scared, no need to call Ghostbusters, simply do your nails!!!



  1. Haha that is too cute!

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