Updates first.....Quinny-poo is getting big. And heavy. But he is just so cute about it. He has chub! Chubby cheeks, double chin, monster thighs...just what everyone wants to hear right? Well..on a baby of course it's squishy cute. And he is. Rayne is also doing well. Her behavior seems to be getting better. I hope it lasts. We have our trip in a week and I am hoping she does well. We are going to Oregon zoo and Enchanted Village. And now Esme is coming with us so Rayne will have a pal along. Hopefully they get along well and Esme doesn't get sad being away from home. Poor Rayne..I have to tell this...we have 2 strawberry plants that have strawberries on them and Rayne has been watering them and watching the strawberries start to ripen and gets all excited for them to finally become edible and then her youngest cousin (who is not even 2 yet) comes over and picks them all and eats them. I feel so bad for Rayne. She has been SO patient waiting for those berries to become their juiciest and sweetest. I think I am going to have to move them somewhere when the cousin comes over so she can't pick them. Anyway...one of life's many disappointments I guess.

Okay, on to the biography....

So I left off still in Alaska. But I was in Salt Lake City being trained to take care of the 14 year old girl with cerebral palsy I was going to start caring for. A very difficult job too I might add. She wasn't light and needed to be lifted...A LOT. She couldn't even go potty by herself..pretty much anything. She couldn't talk, couldn't walk, and had VERY limited mobility. She was born normal and fine. She got vaccinated and reacted very very poorly. Her Mother even alerted the doc and nurses about her daughter not responding well at the first one, but they just wrote it off and gave her the second dose. That was all it took. Brain damage. They sued and won, but not really. They won enough money to care for their now mentally and physically handicapped child for the rest of her life. Not exactly a victory. I would be so mad...I can't even imagine. I'm glad we don't vaccinate. They are BAD. But that's a whole other story. So where was I...oh yes...crash course training before going back to Alaska. So they bought a summer home in Alaska (yes they had money) and I was in their winter home being trained. The husband owned a plane and had flown ahead in this small plane to set up their house before we all flew back. Remember that piece of information. So we are not even there a whole day before I somehow get wrangled into singing at some forum type thing! As soon as she found out I liked to sing, I was signed up to be a number in this show or whatever it was, I can't remember. So I sang, because I love it. And the little girl I cared for, loved it! So I continued to sing for her whenever I could. She would get laughing (sort of) and banging her tray on her wheelchair in joy. It was worth that. This little girl was so sweet. Too bad her Mother wasn't so sweet and a total fake. I think their marriage was a sham. She always complained about him when he was gone. And he was always on overdrive and very selfish. He pretended to be so concerned with his daughter and her care, but he was just more concerned that he didn't have to worry about her. It irritated me to no end. So anyway..day 2 of being there and her husband doesn't show up at his check in point on his way to Alaska in his dinky little 2 seater plane. Big shock. But she melts down. So now I am consoling her too. She is crying hysterically on the stairs with the phone in her hand, trying to find out where her husband is. We don't hear anything all night and FINALLY in the morning he gets to a place he can call. He apparently got stuck in a storm and couldn't make it to his check in point so he put the plane down somewhere and there was no phone. Sure. Ok. And that is all I have to say about that. So after 4 days, it's time to make our way to Alaska. The home they bought is not just a cabin. It's a HUGE gorgeous home with cabins, Silos, a POND and tons of land. TONS. It was so beautiful. The pond had beavers too. And there were eagles flying around. What I wouldn't GIVE to go back with my DSLR camera now. Oh man..that would be so great. So I am seeing all they have and then in the back of my mind I'm thinking...they are paying me $9/hour to take care of their completely needy child? Hmmm....something wasn't right. They also kept promising me to hire the other part time nanny so I wasn't always doing all the lifting. They were actually supposed to do this, not just because they were nice. Well..their promises were empty. I was doing EVERYTHING. Lifting, physical therapy, feeding, bathing, toileting, medicine, playing...all of it. My days were long. Very long. I loved the little girl, but the job was taking it's toll. It was a catch 22 and I kept being told there would be help soon. Well, along down the line I finally tell them that I either will require more pay or room and board on top of my salary. So of course they jump on the room and board. I get one of the cabins. It's a studio, but roomy and nice. I really liked it. And the empty Silo was a great place to go stretch my vocal chords when everyone was gone. I of course did the National Anthem. Over and over and over and over. Gotta love those acoustics. Doesn't get any better than that. Wow, I'm tired now. I think that's all for now. Oh wait...you probably thought I forgot to tell you what type of business they owned in Salt Lake City. Also known as Mormon capital of the world. Well...I found out what they did in a very sneaky way on their part. She told me that she needed to run by the office really quick once day, I thought..no big deal. So we go into the actual office part..she does whatever she needs to do and then we go to the other part of her business. We walk into this building and through these doors and it's pretty dark inside. I look around and realized there were women with basically nothing on but those earring things on their BOOBIES!!! It was a strip club! I was floored. I think my mouth hit the floor..I'm sure of it. I didn't know what to say. She was so casual about it like it was a coffee shop or something. I couldn't believe that's what they did and how they made their money. Ew. and Yuck. I seriously considered not staying. But I figured, my job was to take care of their daughter...it wasn't my business what they did. That would NOT have been my thoughts now. I was very young then and just didn't have my standards fully in place. So there ya go..that's what they did. And they owned 2. Later on while we were in Salt Lake she tried to get my opinion on which boobie jewelry they should keep out of a huge bag of 'em. I told her I certainly was not the person to ask. ew and yuck. That's all for now. For the next biography I will answer the following...what did these people that owned strip clubs do to me after all the hard work and long hours I gave to them...it wasn't nice at all!