catnapper restored!

Here's the real picture of the soul-warming catnapper.

I guess that's what I get for blogging on the job.

a new chair

a conversation i just had with the seven year old.

me: when you're talking with your dad on the phone be sure to talk slow and clearly.

him: "yersrh yei no yei no no"

which i think translates to "yes, i know i know." but i'm not sure.

one day i'll learn that telling him that is completely pointless.

also i just bought this recliner for my living room, and i've never been more excited. plus its called a 'catnapper' and that made me so happy i practically skipped out of the store.

hey there Rodrigo

you know who that is?

probably not.

but that's okay. because i'll tell you.

it's Van Morrison, voice of the ever popular "Brown-Eyed Girl".

this song tends to hold a tender place in many female chocolate coloured iris' hearts.

but for me not, so much.

maybe because i've got oceans for eyes, or maybe its just because i always thought brown eyes were everywhere. so what was special about them? dominant traits are hardly ever dreamed about.

but also, because i could never figure out why the first line was talking about some chap named Rodrigo.

I figured it out now.

And I think i might like the song now.

Now I need to go figure out why the your baby can read infomercial keeps coming on the television. and better yet, why i want to order it every time.

i don't even have a baby.

sunday movies[revealed]

I grabbed my cute friend Kelsey

and we booked it downtown for a Sunday night evening showing of "An Education"

*FYI no one goes to the movies on Sunday's, did you know that? I didn't know that.

When we approached the window to buy our tickets, we were interestingly informed that the theatre we were placed in did not have a working heater, and that the temperature of the room was a squelching 40 degrees.

I figured out why no one goes to the movies on Sunday's.

red cups[revealed]

they just make everything better.

brothers[revealed]

these brothers snuggle in the mornings

even though it ends with punching each other in the face,

its sweet for a moment.

computer time[revealed]

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step into my world

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but take note of these two

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we love privacy

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--being a nanny is priceless--

disobedience[revealed]

dear nanny-child, 

saying you're sorry 

after you did something

that  you knew  was wrong,

sometimes just doesn't cut it.

instead of getting punished, you 

get praised for saying "i am sorry". 

this is not how the  real  world works, 

you do not get to say you are sorry after

you do  something wrong on purpose and then

benefit from it.  i am justifying this though

because you are getting a lesson in grace, love, 

& second chances & because your face is so sweet. 

----------------------------------------truly, NK

gasoline[revealed]

Because eventful things don't actually happen to me everyday, I frequently like to reminisce about my once thrilling life via blogging.

For example.

One time, I was pumping gas into my car.

And while I was just standing there, probably thinking about how many germs I was touching.

And wondering how long it takes to get high off of gas fumes,

A random man whistled at me.

The whistling wasn't the good part though.

The good part was that he was a totally normal looking man, and not a foreign yard-worker,

and that after he did it he threw his hand up over his mouth and looked mortified.

Then he looked back at me and said "I'm so sorry. I know that was terrible, but I couldn't help it, you look really nice".

And that my friends, was the greatest gas pump ever.

parachute[revealed]

If you don't know who they are, you need to know. Go see and thank me later.

PARACHUTE

place: House of Blues

time: 9 pm

date: 09/09/09