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| Thank you for this, Mom. |
Ingredients:
- 1 pink Minnie Mouse Tervis cup. The ones w/ the sippy lids.
- 1 response from (literally) all of your friends about your upcoming audition for a women & teen health center photo shoot: "are you the baby or the mom?"
- 1 attempt at a voiceover side for a 20's-something girl at a bar that you fail
- 1 attempt at a voiceover side for the character of a "Little Boy" that you nail
- 7+ shows that you watched that you were proud to report to your VO teacher:
Rugrats in Pairs
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Phineas & Ferb
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Bubble Guppies (so freaking good. but also a little scandalous, no?) -
Team Umizoomi -
Max & Ruby (OK, honestly, all they do-- every time-- is make cakes and wait for grandma to come. Am I right?!) -
Mike the Knight
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Many clips from Sprout TV online
(whether any of these were via babysitting or fun is irrelevant) - 1 "artist-for-a-day"-type employee who asks you if you and the girl you babysit for are sisters
- 10 min. late to your PT appointment because you were hastily printing cover letters & resumes to send in the mail TODAY that you didn't get up early enough to print, only to realize, as soon as you get on the train, that do you NOT have them... Elementary, Anna. Elementary.
Instructions:
Maybe spending 5 hours a day with a 5-year-old has had its effects on you. Or maybe you're reverting to childish tendencies because you are alone, generally according to the outside eye unproductive, and now, some may call, a "real adult". Or maybe you're Benjamin Button-ing this. Regardless, carrying around a Pink Minnie Mouse cup in East Harlem is just not acceptable. Seriously. I'm all for individualism, but let's reevaluate here: First of all, that's just dumb. Second of all, there are some things that need to change now that you are graduated and an official NYC resident. You need to set up a bank account, change your USPS address, find a doctor, transfer your prescriptions, and walk a little straighter. Do these things. It will make you(r parents) feel much better.
ALTHOUGH, you do not have a full-time job, salary, or consistent schedule; your income is based solely on babysitting; you spent all day Friday with an awesome 11-year-old who knows more about getting around Park Ave. then you ever will and took you to lunch, that craft place, and to get ice cream; and watching cartoons is part of your homework for class. So. Yes. You are allowed to enjoy certain... childish privileges-- like... not working every day, and... thinking that writing a blog is a viable and productive use of your time... right?
Don't disagree with me.
Anyways, put these ingredients together in a 4" watermelon fondant cake (like my 11-year-old and I made)
and reap the benefits of being AGE AMBIGUOUS! And enjoy your audition in a few weeks for the role of a child.
