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I had plans for today. Big plans. They included things like getting dressed! and going to the grocery store! and the library! and working out! But no, none of those things were accomplished. You know what I did instead? I sat in my PJs feeling like someone lit a match and threw it in my mouth, watching a boring episode of General Hospital, and eating Spiral Macaroni and Cheese. Now it's the late hour of 11:00 pm, and I'm ready for bed.

A few weeks ago, one of the people I babysit for says to me, "Kay tested positive for strep throat again! She just can't seem to shake it! Tee hee." While she may think this is amusing that her 2.5 year old is sick for the millionth time because she's never exposed to any of the right germs, the only thing I can think of is "WHY THE HECK AM I HERE?! Your kid is sick, with the only cure being antibiotics prescribed from the Doctor for which I have no insurance! ACK! DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO GO OUT FOR A MOVIE?!" From that point on I attempted to keep the child at an arms length distance, but I'm sure she managed to breathe in my direction at one point or another.

Yes, I'm one of those "40 million without health insurance" and yes it sucks. While the Dems and Repubs can't seem to get their act together long enough to put together a coherent sentence, I'm over here trying to not catch strep throat from snotty toddlers. This post isn't going to turn into anything political. I'm just going to leave it at that. This system is broken. SOMETHING needs to be done. And Nancy Pelosi is an idiot.

I went against my better judgement and googled the symptoms of "Strep Throat" and was horrified at the any number of diseases I could have. For about 5 seconds, I was pleased to see that usually strep does not come with a runny nose or sneezes, which I had, but have now mysteriously disappeared. Great.

If these kids were anywhere close to being nice and fun to be around, I might just be like "ah, these things happen when you work with kids." But these children are the spawns of all things evil. Everytime I walk out of there, I've been kicked, punched, molested, spit on, and little less sane than I was when I walked in. I try to explain their awful behavior to their parents who just laugh and say things like "oh he's going through a phase" or "oh kids! har har har. Doesn't this make you want to have them?!" No lady, it doesn't. In fact, it makes me want to rip my uterus out so children will NEVER happen to me!

You know what else I had big plans for? My life. Yeah. The plan was to go to my expensive 4 year college in NW Washington DC, major in something fabulous that will make me lots of money to pay back all the loans I took out, and then get a job after I graduate so I can start making all that money. Instead, I'm a nanny. A freaking nanny. Sure, the money is good, but it's not what I want to be doing! I'm supposed to be saving the world, one business problem at a time! I'm supposed to be having the time of my life, with a disposable paycheck! I'm supposed to be a big girl! I am so frustrated with the state of my life right now, it's ridiculous. This stupid economy is screwing up everything. And then they kick me off of my parents insurance to boot. I don't understand how that makes sense at all. I'm hating on life right now, I know. I don't need to be told, I know I'm acting like a raging bitch. It's the meds talking I tell you. The two nyquill I popped earlier are killers and make me say things out of rage. Wait, why are you laughing? That's all I can afford right now, OKAY?!

Right now, I'm going to go and watch last week's GLEE (because it, and only it, has the power to make me feel better right now) and try to get enough sleep so I don't want to kill myself tomorrow morning when I have to be up and babysitting at 7:40 in the morning. Please pray for me.
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I'm SURE most of you have probably seen this video already, but I just couldn't resist. It is so adorable, I had to put it up here. It makes me laugh out loud everytime I watch it! Enjoy!

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8 years is a long time to pass, and yet there are certain things I think I will always remember.

  1. That morning at the bus stop, my friend had told me about her crazy dream where planes exploded in the sky.
  2. Instead of watching morning announcements that day, we took a test. It wasn't until after that we learned what happened.
  3. 4th period was Biology. We watched the south tower fall.
  4. My teacher was near tears because her mom was a Flight Attendant, and she couldn't get in touch with her.
  5. When I got home, my mom was sitting on the floor in front of the TV.

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It seems like just yesterday that the lovely Magda was counting down the days til the end of January, with February bringing the hopes of flowers and spring in the near future. Now here we are in September, where we're closer to February of 2010 than we are to the one of 2009. It's funny how fast time flies.

I'm tickled by the idea of Fall right around the corner. As Summer struggles to hang on to it's final days, there are whispers of pumpkin lattes, fall festivals, and cooler tempatures. Air conditioners are being turned off in lieu of open windows and cool evening breezes. Football is gearing up for it's annual takeover of Sunday afternoons and Monday nights (GO REDSKINS!). As visions of boots, and scarves dance through our heads, we roll into the final quarter of the year. After a trip to the post office (and the library!), I decided that instead of taking the bus back to the house, I'd walk the 1.7 miles. The weather was great, but the view was something else entirely.

Sometimes I forget exactly where it is I live. As I walked past the National Cathedral, Russian Embassy, and the old G.C. Murphy Co store, I was reminded of all the glory that this city holds. Just down the road you can find the streets that Langston Hughes looked out on as he wrote, and beyond that is where a President lost his life while taking in a show. Up further is where thousands gathered to hear a speech on freedom. And at the bottom of Wisconsin Ave., if you make a left on M St., you'll find the oldest standing building in D.C. The sounds of the street worked as my soundtrack today, with impatient drivers too important to be held up by someone attempting to turn, friends enjoying meals outside in a last minute attempt to savor the last of summer, and parents with babies and pets alike, all peppering my walk home. The sidewalks were crowded with joggers, and the air was softer than usual.

With the holidays right around the corner, it's easy to get swept up in the excitement of it all. We'll rush through October, November, and December, in a swirl of oranges and browns, greens and reds, only to find ourselves back in gray January anxiously waiting for Spring again. Our closets will be innundated by sweaters and coats, and our bank accounts will take an extra toll "because it's Christmas". While the late autumn and Christmas season are certainly my favorites, this year I'm in no rush to get to them. This time last year we were in the heat of the battle for race to the White House, and this year has proved to have many ups and downs. Who knows where we'll be in another 365 days. I've found that planning far in advance, doesn't do much, so now I just want to sit and enjoy.

Sometimes it's nice to just take the long walk home.