I never thought I would post again!

Aren't we the lucky ones! Guess what? I totally had a baby! Can you believe it? She's adorable (of course) and she has her own blog! She's so accomplished! She never uses exclamation points, and she doesn't need spellcheck! Her dad is pretty awesome, too. We are getting married next year, when I hopefully have shed the baby weight (it's an uphill battle). So now I'll probably post about wedding preparations and making mom friends, and a bunch of other things that regular ladies do, except I'm doing them out of order - that's the hook!

From the WTF files...

There are so many things wrong with this story, it's almost unbelievable.

A change in the weather...

I decided it was time to check out my on-line persona, so I googled myself. The only entry with my spelling was actually me! And it just showed that I had supported the Nordstroms Beat the Bridge Charity Run one year. What can I say? I’m a giver.

So I felt pretty confident – but I decided to check out alternate spellings – I found an Ivy-League women’s hockey player, a male Arizona elementary school principal, a Missing Person’s investigator from a British borough, and some sort of social engineer. All of their lives seem markedly more interesting than mine. But I remember what my mom always told me – “bored people are boring”.

So I alleviated that boredom by getting in my first car accident!

Too Self-conscious For Broadband!

Hold the Havarti

Obviously a lot has happened in the past month, but the Islamic protest over a Danish cartoon has now taken it's toll on the most innocent of victims - the curds and whey. This little bit of information hasn't been widely publicized - in fact, it was pratically buried in the recent article I read. But there it was - "In Pakistan, rallies erupted around the country after prayers with some protesters burning foreign-made cheese and breaking windows while others clashed with police."

I smell "freedom fries".

Full article here.

New Year's Eve

Such a gloriously craptastic "holiday". For most of the country, it combines excessive drinking and icy, slippery roads. For California it's more of a date ruler - it seemingly marks the end of "that time when it gets chilly" and the beginning of "that time when water ocassionally torrents from the sky".

In either case, when it comes to an intoxicated public, I'm much fonder of St. Patrick's Day - mostly because the Irish people I know actually start drinking during daylight hours, but also because there are absolutely no preconceived notions attached to St. Paddy's.

New Year's Eve on the other hand, is built up as though the whole idea of the celebration is inherently fun - as though good times are mandated for all. And then there's the whole "kiss at midnight" thing. What a scam! I'm making it a point NOT to spend New Year's Eve with a guy I'm seeing, because I can't think of a single guy I've ever spent two with - in fact, hanging out together at New Year's pretty much assures I'll be alone again by March.

I don't have great New Year's, and if I'm honest I blame my mother - when I was 15, a friend and I went to a party thrown by a 19 year old. My mother found out and came to the party, and took me home. I was so humiliated. I was about to drink sake (At least I ran with a cultured crowd)! I spent the night watching the ball drop with my mom on the couch. I think I've only had one really fun NYE, and it was in London. Mom Mojo doesn't travel across the ocean...

There's a Santa Claus...

and he came early this year and brought me something that wasn't on my list.

But before we get into all that, I just need to get something off my chest - nannies should probably not have blogs. I mean, I don't have as much time in front of the computer as I used to - or more to the point, extraneous time.

My daily adventures mostly consist of going to the park, playing some sort of unintentional contact sport, building forts and crafts, and cleaning up filth. Somewhere along the way I make and eat uncomplicated foods that always contain less than 3 ingredients. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do for money, but I'm not naive enough to believe others would be interested.

Which leads me to the other blog fodder - interactions with other people. Again, I come up short - most of the other adults I encounter on a regular basis are either clients, friends of clients, nannies of friends of clients, and random Spanish and Portuguese speaking nannies I befriend at the park. And I have a hard enough time talking to them, much less writing about them.

Then there's what my friends are doing - since a few of them read this, sort of redundant.

And then there's boys. I was taking some time off them. But remember what I said earlier about Santa? Apparently Good St. Nick was working off an old list, one that didn't take certain personal vows into account. Could've been worse - I could have been raising money for charity. At least I know no children are suffering due to my lack of control.