I'm not celebrating Thanksgiving today. I'm commemorating the genocide of Native Americans. Both Dora and Bobbie Jean hate that I'm saying this because they think I'm being a "downer". Yeah, that's true. Genocide is always a little glum ... especially people who get smallpox blankets from their "friendly" pilgrim neighbors.
This has been a common dilemma for me since graduating college. I'm always trying to poke, prod, and lure people into meaningful discourse. But nobody ever wants to talk about murder at breakfast.
I have a degree in cultural anthropology and I'm currently employed as a live-in nanny for five crazy/beautiful children in the DC suburbs. Actually, I'm more of a glorified sidekick for the fabulous French woman I work for, Coco Roshambo. And, underneath all these other titles, I'm a story teller. So that's what you'll find here in my blog, zany stories about me, Coco, her kids, her husband (Bobby Habibi), and a whole slew of other characters I encounter along the way. I'm from the Deep South (Mississippi) so everything's written with a twang. Keep checking up on me and I promise to keep you entertained, if not enlightened as well. And, just a warning: I do not know if there is a stereotype for nannies, but if there is, I am sure I do not fit it.