Nothin’ but the Truth.

Needless to say I have not been writing so much since I started my new job in April. Sorry about to all  my loyal readers. So what’s been going on in the world? Well, I saw a couple movies that I feel deserve a position mention– Sex and the City, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Kung fu Panda, and Don’t Mess with the Zohan. They were all good movies in various ways but I think what struck me the most about these films was the motivation it gave me to finally write something! Sex and the City (which I NEVER saw an episode of the show) gave me the idea of starting another blog all about my line of work. Forgetting Sarah Marshall gave me the idea to write a movie with accompanying music. Zohan reminded me that everyone can have a comeback movie— let’s face it, Adam Sandler had a couple movies that were beyond craptastic lately. Kung Fu Panda gave me an idea that perhaps I should write more about kids.

So what else has been going on? well, today was father’s day and of course I gave my dad a card all about farts. You see, I talk about farts and poop all day at work because I am a nanny for two year old twins (who are just starting the whole “potty training fun”). My dad is the one who made it acceptable to talk about poop and farts at anytime, anywhere. We had a lovely steak dinner and we even watched the Three Stooges. The best part of the day however, was when my mom and sisters came home with half-melted DQ Blizzards. My little sister is at the age where she just likes to argue so when her Blizzard was knocked over by the dog she proceeded to move as slow as possible to clean it up. God bless my dad for dealing with all these females in the house because all hell broke loose after this. My sister took forever to clean up the mess, my dog was covered in ice cream and we all couldn’t believe the stubborness of 15 year olds. My older sister and I poked fun at my sister’s expense and then when my little sister came back to the front yard she grabbed her 20lb purse and whapped me in the arm with it. That is what I call a real father’s day. No one gets along and it’s just like any other day except with a delicious meal.

I also can’t believe how tired I am at the end of every week. I work 45-50hrs a week being a nanny and I feel like such a loser because I don’t ever feel like going out on weekends. I feel that time is better spent sleeping, watching tv and sleeping. I don’t know if I am the only loser home on friday nights but if I am, I don’t really care. Working a full-time job reminds me that I am getting older. Another thing that reminds me of my ever increasing age— student loan payments, car payments, health insurance, gas prices, watching the news, worrying about the economy, hating George Bush. I swear when I was 21, 22 even I could have cared less about that stuff. Now that I am out of school, it’s all different. It kinda sucks. It really hit me when I went to Party City the other day looking for stuff for my birthday party and I needed to buy an additional package of candles because I was too old for just three packs. Growing older seriously has some awesome perks but can be a bummer at the same time.