Sometimes, I am terribly immature. Like, just a second ago when Francois Phillippe was refusing to read the Jack Kerouac book I was throwing at him. I kept screaming "This book changed my life!! His literary style was, at the time, absolutely unorthodox!! Unorthodox, I'm telling ya!!" This episode ended with me stomping off muttering, "Fine. If you don't want to grow up to be as cool as me (you know, the lady who lives in your basement), then don't read Jack Kerouac. Just keep watching Spongebob while your brain rots."
Geez, I gotta stop letting these chirrens get to me!!
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.