September 2009
1 post
August 2009
14 posts
Goddammit, I love red cowboy boots
The pair my niece is wearing in that photo? I bought her those in Cheyenne, WY, while driving — no, kicking ass and taking NAMES —across country with my ex.
It was October 2005 and we were in my ‘95 Geo Prizm with shitty pick-up, outrunning ice storms and tornadoes from Washington State south and east, all across the plains. But despite the time crunch and ominous clouds, I...
Went to work
without taking a hit for the first time in months. OK, years.
I had a surprisingly large amount of energy. A revelation.
Post #1: Bad Nanny (repost)
This was my first post and then I deleted it. I don’t remember why. I keep writing posts and then deleting them later, even though no one even knows about this blog and therefore is not reading it. Stupid. So I will re-post this, in the name of fairness and full disclosure.
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It’s true: I am a bad nanny. This is my first post. Actually, of course, I’m a great nanny....
Flower by Liz Phair
Great song. Hadn’t listened to it in years. Shuffle is God.
Best thing
…about nannying (for family) is you can show up in whatever you rolled out of bed in, plus uncombed hair (daily occurrence for me; washed and wet but uncombed and crazylooking). I bring make-up, but almost never manage to put it on. Who cares? Who sees me? I think this. And then I go to the grocery store and hapen to catch a glimpse of myself in the frozen-foods aisle and I look like a crazy...
Worst thing
…about nannying is you will never, ever, ever be right. (Or praised in a meeting for accomplishing something big, or bringing in a big account or a new idea.) It is the ONLY job I know where you can never correct your boss — unless they are truly abusive or neglectful (as in The Nanny Diaries) — because no one can ever tell someone else how to mother. It’s such a personal...
Worst thing
about working for your family is you can never bitch about your boss.
(Not that I would. She’s awesome. But everyone needs to bitch once in a while.)
Dark Nights, Shiny Keys
I am the daughter of your dusty ambitions. Together, we walk the clocks backward to school, watch them become dainty watches on eternity’s wrist.
How does one get a bowling bill for $400?
I dunno. But it happened. Last night. Holy shit.
First Date in a While -- with X
Just had a date with a guy in Long Beach. Nice guy, orig. from Jersey; we have a lot in common.
Bummer? NO chemistry in my end. He hit on me a bunch, grabbed my hand, gave me a few impromptu mini-massages, and applied my sunscreen for me (we went to the beach). I gave him the booby prize of a quasi-kiss and hug at the end.
Wierd thing was he invited me to his place — via suggestive email...
July 2009
3 posts
“To fear is one thing. To let fear grab you by the tail and swing you around is...”
– Katherine Paterson
