|The Soggy Blogger
I live in a soggy city. I have a soggy blog.
I'd rather be a soggy blogger than a soggy frog.
Friday, May 30, 2003
Letting them go.
I have been toying with the idea of leaving my current nanny position and finding a new one. Having come to the conclusion that I am no longer doing the job I was hired to do (acting as more of a "chauffeur/housekeeper" than actual "nanny" at this point), and finding it to be very ... unfulfilling, I've determined that it may be time to -- in the immortal words of Ray Charles -- hit the road, Jack. (and not come back no more, no more, no more, no more...)
...Which, in my line of work, is easier said than done; particularly if you've been with the same family for 5+ years. In this time, I've created and maintained a strong, important relationship with each one of the three boys, one that they have come to trust and depend on, and I'm just going to walk out the door one day? It seems ... wrong, somehow. How will I explain to my five-year-old friend, who has had me around since before he can remember, that I'll no longer be coming to play with him every day? It's going to break my heart, but it has to happen at some point.
And I have to stop feeling guilty about this. I have to stop worrying about what this family is going to do without me. It's tough, this business of caring for people. How does one leave without feeling selfish? I keep having to remind myself that, ultimately, it's not my responsibility to make sure that they're well looked after. That's the parents' job. The nature of my job is that, sooner or later, I let them go.
Maybe I'll wait until the end of the summer. posted by Anne on 2:13 PM | link
Thursday, May 29, 2003
Rave On, part II.
Calling all Soggy Citizens out there that are incensed or concerned about this April's passing of the Rave Act: please attend a protest party this Saturday.
Thank you, and good day. posted by Anne on 2:19 PM | link
Let the Race begin!
I am not ashamed to admit that I watch "reality" TV. Mostly, it's not very good, and I know that. I watch it because reality TV offers an element of surprise that most "normal" programming just can't match. ("What? A catastrophe on E.R.? What an unusual plot twist!") While watching reality shows, there's always the chance that something interesting will happen, and the chance is what lures me in.
This being said, I do have to say that I have grown increasingly bored with the reality TV we've been offered lately. Survivor has grown more insipid with each season, American Idol (in my opinion) is just annoying, and what the hell is up with Mr. Personality? These shows just don't do it for me anymore.
Luckily, The Amazing Race returns this evening for its fourth season. This show, well...this show has it all: action, adventure, comedy, world travel...it is the creme de la creme of reality programming. Simply put, The Amazing Race is to Survivor as Six Feet Under is to Thirtysomething. So watch it.
posted by Anne on 2:09 PM | link
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Every little letter counts.
What a difference a "t" makes.
(from Engrish.com.) posted by Anne on 7:21 PM | link
Against the odds.
...Would you believe I ended up winning that game? posted by Anne on 10:34 AM | link
I saw a TV commercial yesterday for a new underarm deodorant with a "power stripe" running through the middle, supposedly adding extra protection against perspiration and unpleasant odor. My question is this: if this stripe is so gosh darn effective, why hold back? Why not make the entire stick out of the stripe ingredients?
But then again, I've never liked stripey-gimmicked products. Aquafresh is the prime example. What's the use of having your toothpaste carefully striped, when the minute it hits your mouth, it's gonna get all mushed up anyway?
Toothpaste and deodorant. Two products of which I'll gladly choose function over form. Thanks, but no thanks, Stripey. posted by Anne on 10:22 AM | link
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
Check it: Last night me visited me mates, Tina hand Glen, hand they presented me wif a late birthday gift: a kick-ass homemade Ali G magnetic poetry kit. Boyakasha! How cool is that. Is it coz I is black? Me dig da show, hand am gettin pretty good at da lingo. (Though me ave to work on me dialect.) Me can evun do da finger-snap thin betta 'dan any hof me guy mates. Boyakasha! Needless to say, me am well psyched.
posted by Anne on 11:35 AM | link
Sparring and Spelunking
Memorial Day weekend has come and gone, bringing with it the unofficial beginning of summer. After a rainy start to our camping weekend (nothing better than soggy hot dogs!), the weather stabilized and the nine of us enjoyed the rest of our time in good spirits. And even though our campground was not quite far enough from the highway for our tastes (Hear that sound? It's the call of the rare and elusive 1994 Ford Falcon!), it was good to get away from the city for a few days.
A few highlights include:
Trekking through the Ape Caves of Mount Saint Helens, which are a series of large lava tubes formed by a volcanic explosion thousands of years ago. They were discovered in 1951 by a Boy Scout troop, and have since then been opened to the public for our exploratory pleasure.
Great friends, good campfood, and lots of games: Frisbee, Scrabble, Cosmic Wimpout, Boggle, etc.
A lunch stop in our state's beautiful and hippie-filled capitol city. After finding many restaurants closed for the holiday, we found ourselves at the historic (and yummy) Spar Cafe, and we are very glad we did. Ham and cheese melt to die for.
Discovering the Pet of the Week in Olympia's local newspaper. This weekly feature is written by the fourth graders of Tumwater Hill Elementary School (with the aid of their teachers and, apparently, a large thesaurus), and profiles animals that are up for adoption. This week's profile is a recommended read.
And, of course, one of the biggest highlights of any trip is coming home again. We arrived back yesterday, and, even after two washings, the smell of campfire still lingers in my hair. posted by Anne on 11:20 AM | link