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Me: When I was sixteen I worked at Burger King

Megan: At Burger King?

Me: Yup, Burger King

Megan: Wow!, they had Burger Kings back then...???...

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Evan (perusing our freezer): This blue thing is empty

Me: You can fill it with water if you want

Evan: With water?

Me: Yeah, with water

Evan: Why?

Me: So we'll have ice cubes when we need them

long thoughtful pause

Evan: Oh!!!, so that's how they're made...!!!...you know, our freezer just automatically makes them

(yeah, we're definitely borderline dark ages around here)

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Evan: I'm so excited, I got an A+ on my english report and 100% on my math test

Me: I'm so proud of you, did you study hard?

Evan: Extra hard

Me: See, diligent study really pays off in the end

Dejan (formerly known as the love of my life): And exactly how would you know...???...

relieved of all mary poppins credentials...

So last night (the first night of a four-day babysitting stint), Megan was hanging out and around one of the railings near the swimming pool, when over she went - ended up laid out, face first along the edge of the pool.

Not pretty.

I was desperately trying to calm her, attempting to assure her that she was going to be alright (note to self: massive amounts of blood, multiple tooth shards, and a grown neighbor utilizing the pool at the time screaming bloody murder for an ambulance, don't quite say alright to a nine-year-old).

After a quick assessment - she's screaming, therefore lucid and breathing, able to move without difficulty, and other than a considerable gash on her chin (which I happened to end up picking teeth out of, the highlight of my night), she appeared stable.  No, this was definitely an emergency room situation, which I reiterated to the crazed neighbor, like eleven times.

Her demented response - to pick up her cordless and dial 911!

Nice.

Dejan managed to convince 911 that we DID NOT need emergency services (the neighbor on the other hand...), and proceeded to calm Evan, who was certain Megan was deceased, despite her screams of absolute terror (according to Megan, when any amount of blood is spilt, death is surely imminent - and she obviously didn't intend to go quietly).

Needless to say, four hours, one emergency room visit, one pediatric dentist, one x-ray, one plastic surgeon, multiple stitches, countless calls to Mom & Dad, numerous Tylenol, and one surprisingly brave little girl later and all was right with the world...

(with the exception of the "I can't possibly go to school looking like this" smile, which has since been fully restored)

a+ for effort

Last Week:

He Goes: I don't have any black socks
I Go: Check the laundry basket in the laundry room

Monday:

He Goes: I can't find my yellow shirt
I Go: Hanging in the laundry room

Yesterday:

He Goes: Just so you know, I'm on my last pair of...
I Go: Yeah I know, try the laundry basket in the laundry room

Today:

I Go: Are you wearing jeans or shorts
He Goes: Jeans
I Go: In the laundry room

long pause

He Goes: You know, we should seriously consider changing the name of that room to closet.

mega news

My sister just phoned from the airport...

SHE'S ENGAGED!!!

I'm so happy for her.

Smiles all around today.

mad, crazy

Nine years ago, if you would have told me I would become a nanny, and in the end walk away with these two hanging out my back pocket, I would have identified you as a raving lunatic.

Now, nine years later, on account of these two, I am a raving lunatic!

Purely mad, crazy about them.

normal day

Went for an early AM stroll together, downed peanuts while screening two rented flicks, hit a few stores and went halves on a fountain Coke.

Then he said to me, "we're perfect for one another, we go together like ham & cheese".

Which is promptly what we dined on, balcony style, while taking pleasure in the new patio digs we had just acquired and assembled on the kitchen floor.  Him devouring his new Dan Brown paperback, me chillin' to the likes of Danko Jones and a little Brandtson.  Soaking up some ideal balcony-esque conditions.

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.

-- Mary Jean Irion

bush on american idol

(penned by my one and only)

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RANDY: Your name?

BUSH: George Dubbya Bush, Texas

RANDY: A cowboy - great!

PAULA: So, what are you going to do for us today?

BUSH: [sings off-key "America The Beautiful"]

SIMON: Stop, Stop, Stop.  What was that?

BUSH: You don't like the song?  You must not be a real American!

SIMON: That's because I'm not an American.

BUSH: What?  Why would anybody not be an American?

SIMON: Well, being born in England to English parents has something to do with it.  I like the song, just not you singing it.

RANDY: Yeah. I'm just not feeling it, like you don't really mean it. You're not singing from the heart.

BUSH: What do you mean?!?  Of course I mean it - see, I have a flag pin on my shirt, I fly a 12-footer stars and stripes on my front porch and I volunteered for the National Guard when being a solider wasn't easy!!!

RANDY: See, that's what I mean - you carry your feelings for this song on the outside.  I just don't feel it's honest and deep.

PAULA: Guys, guys - be nice.  I, for one, think he has potential.

SIMON: Potential?  For what?

PAULA: I think he has charisma and feel America would embrace him

SIMON: Very mature, Paula.  We're electing people here for their ability to do a job, not based on how closely he resembles your favorite happy-go-lucky drunken uncle Joe.  Sorry, I am a NO.

RANDY: Me too - it's a NO.  Keep your day job George.

BUSH: Wait, wait! You can't do that to me.  If you vote against me, you are voting against America the Beautiful!

PAULA: I still think he has promise.  I am a YES.  I'm sure if we let him through, he will make an impact on the entire world.

SIMON: Paula, in a country of deaf and mute people, George would work in a library.

RANDY: Or on the radio - hahaha

BUSH: Library?  I don't get it?

PAULA: You are both so rude!  He has the right to pursue his American Dream!

SIMON: With his talent, it would be more like an American Nightmare.

RANDY: Maybe you should consider politics?

SIMON: Well George, it looks like your approval rating is only 33.3% - sorry, you won't be going to Hollywood.

BUSH: Wait!  I demand a recount.

SIMON: George - it is two to one, very simple math.

BUSH: It doesn't matter.  How can we be sure that Randy really meant NO?

RANDY: Because I said so!

BUSH: But, did you really mean no?  Are you even allowed to vote?  We're in Dallas and you're from New York.  I don't think your vote should count.  On the other hand, I believe absentee ballots should be counted as well.

SIMON: Absentee ballots???  We don't use absentee ballots.

BUSH: See - discrimination of absentees.

SIMON: Who would use an absentee ballot?

BUSH: My mom for one.  Even my dad might vote for me on a good day.

SIMON: Sorry George - after a recount, you still only have 33.3% of the vote, so you're out.  Try again next year.

RANDY: Security!!!

post wedding guests

Spent the afternoon with said guests at Colasanti's.

Tetka played her first ever round of mini golf (tied for the win with Megan, not bad for her first try) and tasted her first onion ring...

We watched a live show (featuring parrots and one noncompliant lemur) and nourished the petting zoo fare (Megan had a serious thing for the donkeys)...

We procurred mini-trees and I snuck in a short snooze on the trip home...

(and another before hitting the theatre for a viewing of Over The Hedge - proof that weddings are obviously more than I can handle)

All in all, a super post wedding day!

wedding notes

Came across the perfect pair of shoes last night - sweet relief
Long day today
My hair was da bomb (and I should really try sporting make-up more often)
The ceremony was slightly lacking (Neven and Tea only said a total of 10 words to one another), but nice
Neven cried like a baby
Squeezed like sardines into the limo (we deserve some sort of award)
Got scorched while posing for photos at the park
Beautiful day for a wedding
Cake was more than delish - strawberry delight
Can't dance worth beans, but I danced all night
Tired

(more photos coming soon)