For the first time in almost ten years, I am not a nanny. For the first time in over eight years, I’m not Julia and Lily’s nanny. And it’s odd. Because it was more than a job- it was a welcomed lifestyle shift and endless sparks of creativity for writing and a flower [bubble] girl and a duo of best friends for my daughter and a family. It all started with an infant named Julia and an endless flight delay {Read More}
Y2k10! That seems more like a ‘captcha’ than a ‘year.’
December 31, 2009 By 6 Comments
In honor of the impending new year- and in consideration of the wee babe in an aquarium bouncer by my knee- I shall jam out a brief review of the year that was ’09: January- We failed to buy a house. This was sad. I began taking Pilates lessons to combat the “extra ten pounds”- ha HA. (I would KILL for an extra ten pounds right now. Well, not exactly. Rather, I’d kill to only have ten pounds to lose. {Read More}
Starin’ down the business end of 29.
June 5, 2009 By 5 Comments
Or as my sis Kate tells me- The Beginning of My 30th Year. (Not helpful. Accurate, but still unneccessary.) And my youngest sister Emma insists that ’30’ is still technically one’s late ’20s. “I mean, it’s 30, but whatever.” Okie doke! But that is for another year. This is the era where ’28’ passes off the baton to ’29’- more like ’28’ shoves the baton into ’29’s’ reluctant palms like it’s covered in a swine flu/strep amalgamation (currently running rampart {Read More}
