Artemis

Here is my new car, a 2001 Ford Focus ZX3. It is manual and gets 28 mpg city, 36 mpg highway. It has about 30,000 miles and has a cd player. And my sister, bdoc, found it quite humorous that in order to sell an American made car, the salesman made it known that it has a foreign engine in it.

I took a break from blogging because my parents were here. It was nice to see them and also to show them around the wonderful city of New York. We only spent two days in the city, but I think we hit the most touristy places, all of which I have seen before but it had been a long time, so it was nice to see them again. One thing I hadn't seen before was Ground Zero. There isn't really much to see, just a big hole in the ground that is filled with big machinery and a construction crew, with fence surrounding it. There was also the old church with damaged headstones dating back to the early 1700s, the fire station Ladder Co. 10 with its memorial and messages written all over the place, including this one. And this wasn't the only one like this, it was one of many. Instead of sadness, I felt more anger when I was there, and not on my part. I felt other's anger. I read other's anger. And why shouldn't they be? The sadness was there too. I can't say I was happy to

When I applied for this job, I remember applying to be a nanny, not a mother. As if the 62+ waking hours I spend with the kids each week (as opposed to the 36 waking hours their parents spend with them) wasn't enough to qualify me as a mother of sorts, now I am with them every waking moment, as well as every sleeping moment for that matter. I know I agreed to this, but it doesn't make me any less crabby about it. Especially since I slept very little last night. I got S to sleep by herself, but not without tears being shed (by her, not me... although if she wouldn't have gone to sleep, I would have). She missed her parents, understandably. Baby S woke up twice in the middle of the night; the first time I was too tired to get up, so instead I laid there listening to her cry. She only cried for about 10 minutes at a time for about 45-60 minutes. She would take about 10 minute breaks in between, starting to fall asleep and then realizing she didn't want to and then crying a

You can look at my previous post for the before, these are the after, both straight (when she styled it) and curly, which is how it will usually be. I know you are just getting the back view here, but I don't want strangers to see me, at least until after I am done with the nanny job. If I didn't email you the front and side photos, and you want them (and know me), just let me know! It is pretty drastic since it is longer in the front and short in the back, but I love it straight and am starting to love it curly, it just took a little getting used to! I hope you like it!

Tomorrow's the day. 10 am. My hair will be all gone. I have no idea what it will look like. And I have never been so nervous to cut my hair. I am still not so sure I want to do it, but I will. It will grow back, it is only hair after all. I will post pictures tomorrow.

In 4 days the parents I work for are leaving for Italy. They will be gone for 17 days. Sounds like that would be a great deal, right? Except not. They are taking S with them, the five-year-old. They are leaving Baby S, 1 year in 1 1/2 weeks, with me. That is right, 17 days, just me and a baby. Okay, my parents will be here along with the baby's grandmother (the one I like it) for 6 days of it, but that leaves 11 days all alone with a baby. Talk about feeling like a single mother, I believe it will be a rude awakening. Although, if the baby was actually my own, I probably wouldn't mind it. But as of now, I am think I was nuts when I agreed to this. I had a bad day with Baby S today. She was driving me crazy. Her temper has appeared and she spends the whole day fussing, screaming, hitting and kicking if she doesn't get her way. And her way is to get everything that she isn't suppose to have, of course. Even in the playroom, where there are only toys, she still manages to

I don't usually post things on my blog that aren't my own words. I know I have put on words from a song, but I don't like to use someone else's writing unless I have a guest blogger. This is a place for my words. But this is too powerful not to post and it is something I would say if I could ever put it so eloquently. So today, I leave you with this video , along with the written words of what is said. I hope all is well in your lives 5 years later. Keith Olberman: "Half a lifetime ago, I worked in this now-empty space. And for 40 days after the attacks, I worked here again, trying to make sense of what happened, and was yet to happen, as a reporter. All the time, I knew that the very air I breathed contained the remains of thousands of people, including four of my friends, two in the planes and -- as I discovered from those "missing posters" seared still into my soul -- two more in the Towers. And I knew too, that this was the pyre for hundreds of New Yo

I have never been all that attached to my hair. It is there. It gets in my way and usually ends up in a ponytail. I have chopped it off a few times. I have grown it long a few times. I donated it once to Locks-of-Love. In fact, in a little over a week, that is what I am doing again. I am cutting it all off and donating it to Locks-of-Love. My hairstylist doesn't charge for haircuts that are donated. She is stylish and young, only a couple years older than me. She has super cute hair. She was an Environmental Science major and hates Bush. She ended up a hairstylist when she couldn't find any jobs she liked and she now works at an Aveda salon. And for those of you that don't know of Aveda, they do a lot for the environment, which is why she chose to work at one. I have always wanted to tell a hairstylist to cut my hair however they want, to do whatever they want. So I told her that I am giving her free reign. She already had some ideas in mind and they sounded cute. And I hav

I added a couple of countdown counters to the links on my sidebar. Just thought it would be fun to count these things down. So if you want to count down to the end of the presidency or until I move, check them out!

Brad Pitt is making a difference, not only with the victims of Hurricane Katrina, but also for our environment. Check out this article and a video on the right hand side of the site. It makes me feel good that someone is doing something, and it is someone with a lot of power.