A Nanny for Grr

I finished "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim" by David Sedaris. Definitely not a disappointment. There was one chapter where I was truly laughing out loud. That is fine, but it's not so great when you're at work and you work in a cubicle, so everyone can hear you. Yeah, I felt stupid, but couldn't help it. Very good stuff. I wish I could write like that. Hey, I wish I could write period.

I think I'm ready for a change. Work and such. Grr & I are ready. The year is almost over. Time for a new job or grad school or both! Or maybe I could actually write something. Yeah, I know my talk is cheap, seeing as I've been saying that for awhile. My first excuse was my dead computer, and now I'm grasping for another excuse. I need to start carrying around a notepad and jot down ideas. That's probably my best bet of actually embarking upon that. I also should start browsing for a new job or grad school again. I know that I've missed all the grad school deadlines, but then again the good news is that I have almost a year to actually get the applications done and figure out where to apply and all that jazz.

Really dry outside and my hands are starting to crack & bleed again. Yeah, it's kinda gross and ensures that I always have to have lotion on me. But this isn't anything new, been this way since I was little. I had to wear gloves to bed with intense, prescription lotion that was probably just vaseline, since it had the consistency of it. It helped a bunch, but I remember hating to sleep with gloves on. That was the terrible part. My parents had to coax me into putting the sticky lotion on, and then the gloves over it. I really had no choice, seeing as it was either that or having bloody hands.

My Mom's cousin (my second cousin?) had a baby. My Great Aunt called last night, thinking (as she always does) that my number is my Mom's. She often leaves these lengthy messages on my machine for my Mom. I have to then call my Mom and transcribe them to her and let her know her Aunt called me again looking for her. Last night, I answered the phone. My Aunt was still confused and at first thought she was talking to my Mom. It's kinda funny, cuz I don't think we sound alike, but what do I know? So, she calls to tell me that she's a first time Grandma. She's all excited telling me how she got her daughter-in-law a nanny for the day and one for the night to "show Jessica how to care for a baby". I thought that was priceless. If only there were such a thing. Like, why didn't I get a full-time nanny to show me how to take care of Grr? Is this commen practise? I feel badly for Jessica. She seems like a really nice girl, so hopefully she's fine with it all. I'd be a wreck with all those people around. I'd yell and scream for them to leave, that I could definitely take care of my own baby by myself. Then again, with it crying all the time, I might be happy to have the extra help. I don't know. All I do know, is that I do think it's funny. It's just funny what people with money do with it. I had this mental image of this woman telling Jessica that she's changing her baby's diapers all wrong. Just glad it's not me. That's my mantra. When it is me, I'm even more upset. I'd rather make fun of other people's misfortunes...