Being a nanny was a tough job.
Nobody who chooses to be a nanny is in it for the money. They're usually not in it for the benefits either (you're considered lucky if you get low end health insurance). It's not a complaint, just a part of the business - over worked, under paid - thus is the typical life of a nanny. People who are nannies not only love children, but love what they do!!!
Today at work, I was catching up with one of our nannies and the conversation came around to our choices in jobs.
She was telling me how her sister is working for a well known phone company. She is making...well...more than I make, she's got insurance coverage that I couldn't begin to dream of, not to mention a list of perks that made me check my chin for drool!
But, she doesn't really care about what she's doing - it's just a job.
While I was a little jealous at first, I thought about it a bit more and realized...I'm not that person. I've never wanted "any old job". I've known for a while that I want to like what I'm doing. I want to care about what I'm doing. I want my job to make a difference!
I realize that I'm not exactly curing cancer here, but still, if I'm spending 8 or 9 or 10 hours a day doing something, I'd better damn-well like it!
So, today I'm thankful for my job. Yes there is stress, and yes I work long hours sometimes, but I truly love what I do, and you can't put a price on that!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Sexy Skivvies...Fail
I'm not one for frills, lace, or girly things. Especially when it comes to my underwear.
Sensible, comfortable, cotton briefs are the way I usually go. Sure, I've got a few pairs of "fun" undies, but I seldom remember to wear them, so they sit, collecting dust in my underwear drawer.
A few weeks ago when I was shopping, I decided that it was finally time to replace some of my "well worn" undies. Yes, I'm that girl who continues to wear panties that have lost their shape, their elastic, and even their ability to remain in position throughout the course of the day.
I don't know if it was my mood, or just a whim, or maybe I caught a glimpse of myself in the fitting room mirror and realized how sad my "grannie panties" looked. Whatever the reason, I decided that I'd splurge and buy some lace panties - they looked pretty, they were on sale, so I figured, why not!
They weren't for Ben - he probably wouldn't notice if I was wearing a g-string. They were for me, to make me feel pretty, to make me feel like I'd tried a little harder than "which pair of undies is least likely to crawl up my ass today"!
Lesson learned. Lace panties are not for me.
It's been less than a month and I've learned the hard way that lace undies were not meant for me. Maybe I'm too rough, or maybe they're just fragile by design, but I've managed to poke my fingers through them so many times that my once beautiful skivvies now look like black lace Swiss cheese!
So, last weekend, I went to Target and bought myself a set of nice, sensible, cotton briefs to replace my holey lace ones with.
I'm sure there are women out there who can manage to maneuver into lace panties without punching their thumb through the sides, or who can take them off without hearing that horrible tearing noise that only lace makes, but I'm not one of them.
Again, lesson learned. From now on, I'll stick with comfort, not style!
Sensible, comfortable, cotton briefs are the way I usually go. Sure, I've got a few pairs of "fun" undies, but I seldom remember to wear them, so they sit, collecting dust in my underwear drawer.
A few weeks ago when I was shopping, I decided that it was finally time to replace some of my "well worn" undies. Yes, I'm that girl who continues to wear panties that have lost their shape, their elastic, and even their ability to remain in position throughout the course of the day.
I don't know if it was my mood, or just a whim, or maybe I caught a glimpse of myself in the fitting room mirror and realized how sad my "grannie panties" looked. Whatever the reason, I decided that I'd splurge and buy some lace panties - they looked pretty, they were on sale, so I figured, why not!
They weren't for Ben - he probably wouldn't notice if I was wearing a g-string. They were for me, to make me feel pretty, to make me feel like I'd tried a little harder than "which pair of undies is least likely to crawl up my ass today"!
Lesson learned. Lace panties are not for me.
It's been less than a month and I've learned the hard way that lace undies were not meant for me. Maybe I'm too rough, or maybe they're just fragile by design, but I've managed to poke my fingers through them so many times that my once beautiful skivvies now look like black lace Swiss cheese!
So, last weekend, I went to Target and bought myself a set of nice, sensible, cotton briefs to replace my holey lace ones with.
I'm sure there are women out there who can manage to maneuver into lace panties without punching their thumb through the sides, or who can take them off without hearing that horrible tearing noise that only lace makes, but I'm not one of them.
Again, lesson learned. From now on, I'll stick with comfort, not style!
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