Vietnamese food on a rainy night

This place was seriously authentic. Half the menu was entirely in Vietnamese...so we kind of ordered blindly. My vegetarian dish turned out to have not only shrimp in it, but odd-looking chunks that the waiter swore (in half-English) was tofu but looked more like chicken fat. My parents, uncle, and sister ended up getting a variety of, um, *interesting* dishes.

But the best part of the evening was when my sister took a bite of shrimp, chewed, got a weird look on her face, and realized she'd eaten the mushy head of a shrimp.

Oh, I had fun for the rest of the evening reminding her that not only had she eaten its head, that meant she ate its eyes, brain, tongue, teeth (do shrimp have tongues and teeth?), etc.

This is why I'm a vegetarian.


Sweet reunion :)

Yesterday I got to spend the day with the sweet kids I nannied for over the summer -- Sam, Ben and Coco! Honestly, I love these kids SO MUCH.

Coco didn't quite remember me, but warmed up to me really quickly (she was only 11 months when I left). but Sam and Ben remembered not only me but practically every single game we played together over the summer :)

Here's us playing red light/green light...

...and since that video is mostly Sam and Ben, here's Coco. Can you believe how big she is???

(for perspective, here's chubalub Cocopuff and me last May):



Does anybody know how to change blogs so that mine is wider, if that makes any sense? Like, it's 2 columns now...but I'd love it to be 3 columns wide. Anybody? Anybody? Bueller?


Christmas Eve

So since there is currently SNOW!!! in Texas, my brilliant papa decided he should make a snowman. So he did.

And since we rarely get to have snowmen 'round these here parts, we decided we should decorate it. So we did.

Or *tried* to.

We had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction. With poor snowguy's eyes. As in they would just. not. stay. on. And neither would his head.

(Also, you'll have to turn your head sideways for the video. My apologies.)

Ta-da!!! (Of course, this picture was taken approximately three minutes before I brought snowguy back outside so he wouldn't melt, and and accidentally decapitated him. Poor little snowguy.)


It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas!

For the past few years, Christmas hasn't felt much like Christmas. I suppose that's because, y'know, I'm getting up in years. I found a few gray hairs the other day, and I yelled at those darn kids with their fancy-pants technology last night when my roommates were playing with the N64.

But this year? This year is different. It may be the SNOW!!!, and I think that's partially it, but I think most of it is because we're stuck up here so late -- I don't leave to fly home til Dec. 23. The day before Christmas Eve. Two days before Christmas. Last year, I was home by Dec. 17.

I think the reason why it feels so much like Christmas is because since we're all stuck here so late we're all making it as Christmas-y as possible. How can you not be excited about Christmas when you live in a building with 750 other college kids who are excited about Christmas*?!?

*(or Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, Winter Solstice, next year's Olympic games, etc.)

We're romping through the SNOW!!!, singing Christmas carols loudly and off-key, watching Christmas-y things (A Charlie Brown Christmas, A Christmas Story, Steven Colbert's Christmas Special, Stepbrothers), and drinking large amounts of hot apple cider. All of us, all together.

(Of course, we're doing this around our CRAZY and INSANE exam schedule. Who needs sleep, anyway?)

Even though it's a bummer I'm only getting home 2 days before Christmas, it's so nice being in such a happy place. Happy holidays!!!


Room with a view

I woke up this morning and looked out my window and guess what I saw?!?!

Now I'm sitting at my little desk, drinking tea and decidedly NOT doing my take-home Law & Ethics final (worth 50% of my final grade). Happy winter wonderland! :)

Is there snow where you live?!



One of the entrances to my dorm. DreamSchool is so pretty!!!


Over my head!

My finals/final projects/etc. are in full-force about now. I'm averaging between 3-6 hours of sleep a night, trying to balance friends birthdays with work and homework and laundry (mom and dad: just going to warn you now. I'll be coming home next week in dirty clothes with suitcases full of more dirty clothes) and taking tests and getting projects in and boytoy Sean, etc., etc., etc.

So I'm exhausted, look like I have two black eyes from the under-eye circles, have had more than enough EXAM STRESS snacking, and am currently looking like I'll win No-Shave December.



I am happy. So, so happy. I truly love this place and the lack of sleep and the stress and the no-shaving and the work are all just part of this amazing college experience of mine.

I almost don't want to leave next week! (Except that I know that a certain mother of mine would never forgive me if I didn't come home.)

(And there's a certain puppy dog named Max and little birdie named Lulabelle who I'm looking forward to seeing, too.)

So I will be going home next week, the day before Christmas eve. I have my last final exam at 6 p.m. on Dec. 22, and the next day I'll be flying home, collapsing, and sleeping for a week.


A new scarf!

I won a scarf in a blogging contest a few weeks back. I'm wearing it today and I love it :)

(That's a picture of the scarf looking straight down from my face. You can see my leg (in jeans) and purple shoe sticking out too.)



Things are getting crazy 'round these here parts at Ye Olde DreameSchoole. It's the end of the semester, which means exams/final projects/wrapping everything up, plus in admissions we just sent out our early decision letters.

The latter part of that is, well, um, stressful.


(Parent phone calls are worse than kid phone calls. I'm serious. Parents get ALL up in our grillz about their kids' decisions.)

(Attn. parents: no, we can't give out your child's decision via phone call. No, we can't. We can't. No. No we can't. We really can't. Srsly. C-A-N'T. No. No we can't. For real. For serious. Fo' shizzle. Fo' drizzle. NO.)

It also means that I can see peoples' decisions in their folders and in our system -- so when I pull their names up when they call in, I can see whether they've been accepted, rejected, or wait-listed. This adds another level of difficulty to phone calls as I try not to sound a) sad, b) still hopeful, or c) ZOMG SO EXCITED CAUSE YOU GOT IN CONGRATULATIONS!!!

And next week, once people start getting their decision letters, it means phone calls next week will invariably be one of these three:



Moody child: "What does wait-listed mean? Do I even still have a chance of getting in?"


Really! Super! Excited! Parent! Or! Child! Or! Both!: "I GOT IN I GOT IN I GOT IN I GOT IN I GOT IN!!! WHAT DO I DO NOW?!?!?"

It's always interesting to go from a very happy phone call to a very sad phone call. Or vice versa. It tends to mess with your emotions. A lot.

Regardless, I love, love, LOVE working in admissions. Especially on days like today when I gave a tour to a lovely family from Jamaica who, whenever we would walk to the next stop on tour, would exclaim, "This is so NICE! What an amazing school! You are the BEST TOUR GUIDE EVER!!!"

Why thank you. It is my job, after all.



So tonight I went ice skating for pretty much the first time for my dear suitemate's birthday.

Here is a brief but accurate summary of what was running through my head the entire time:


I think you get the picture.

Oh guys, I was scared to death. First of all, I have *zero* sense of balance. Like none at all. So the idea of wobbling around on thin strips of metal was a tad bit daunting. (Ha! I wasn't even thinking about the actual skating part, I was worried about making it from the put-the-skates-on-bench to the rink itself.)

(I have a picture to go right here that illustrates the fear I had in my very eyes pre-skating but Blogger is being a poop-head and won't let me post it.)

BUT: I survived. I did! I'm alive!

I clung to the wall the entire time, but hey: I was the only one out of the group I went with who didn't fall on his or her derriere.

Which also means I win.



I should be studying for finals.

Instead, I'm taking weird pictures.

It's a trade-off?


Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

So two nights ago, we had the first snowfall of the season up here in the Frigid North! Thus far it's been a VERY mild winter. I'm talking average temps in the 50s and even 60s!!!

(The Texan in me is SERIOUSLY rolling my eyes now that mid-50s is *warm* to me.)

Regardless, I was thrilled to pieces that it's been so warm for so long. And hoping beyond hope that huh, Mother Nature would suddenly switch northern winters from "cold" to "Texas" temperatures.

Alas, winter did catch up with us (though Texas had snow before we did!). I was walking back from a deeeelish vegan Asian dinner with a few friends. Here's how the conversation went:

Friend 1: "God, it's cold and miserable!"

Friend 2: "Low 30s in temperature and raining? GAH."


Friend 1: *grumble grumble* "Why can't this restaurant be closer to our dorms?"

Friend 2: "Or there be a subway stop that conveniently drops us off at our doors???"

Me: "TEXAS." *whimper*

All of a sudden...

Friend 1: "Is...is that..."

Friend 2: "...but it was just raining!"

Me: "SNOW!!!"




So yes: we got snow! It was just a light dusting, and I definitely didn't expect it to stick.

Which it did.

Which meant that I felt REALLY smart* when I walked outside in my cheetah print flats and no socks the next morning.

*(and cold)

But who cares: IT'S SNOW!!!


An apple a day...

...should make my mother very happy.


Please vote!

Y'all remember Sam, Ben & Coco, right? The sweet, amazing kids I nannied for over the summer?

Well, their mom (my boss) is the AMAZING and talented Jennifer Weintraub of Sugar Photography. (I know!!!) Well, right now Jen's a finalist in a photography competition, with the coolest picture ever. Seriously, click the link and check it out!

If you feel so inclined, please vote for my amazing boss, Jen. I can't tell you how genuinely nice this woman is! And her photography is just amazing!

To vote, click here: Matilda Jane.

Voting is done by adding your favorite photographers to your shopping bag and then checking out. You can add as many photographers as you want to your bag, but don’t waste your time adding a photographer a million times to your bag because multiple votes for the same photographer in one bag are ignored.

When you hit Submit, a confirmation page appears asking you to double check everything. You must hit Submit one more time on this page for your votes to register.

Voting ends Dec. 6! Go vote now!!!

(If you're interested, here's the story behind the finalist picture.)


Just call me the Grinch

I love the holidays. I do. Thanksgiving, Christmas, my birthday, Groundhog day...I love 'em all!




(I just whispered that last sentence.)

I know. I KNOW. What's wrong with me?!?!?

I don't like giving them and I DON'T like getting them. And it's all because of the reaction.

Whenever I give a gift, I'm super-paranoid that he/she won't like it. So that ruins all fun.

Whenever I get a gift, I'm super-paranoid that my reaction will be all wrong. Either the gift-giver will think I hate it (especially if I do hate it!) or I'll react the wrong way or something will happen or Santa will never speak to me again or IT WILL JUST BE BAD.

I don't even really like getting gifts from my extended family. My sister, even. I know. I am cuh-razy with a capital C. Well...this isn't entirely true. I like gifts, I just hate having to see people face-to-face after opening them. I'm totally okay with opening a gift while 3,000 miles away from you and just sending you a thank-you card. (I'm really good with thank-you cards.)

I've already made sure my roommates know that I DO NOT WANT GIFTS. My birthday is coming up, too -- NO GIFTS. If they ever really want to give me anything, donate to charity in my name! Buy a goat! Donate to LLS! You get the drift!

I should end this, though, by saying that I have asked my parents for gifts this Christmas. Specifically (literally), socks and underwear. And bras. Cause I desperately need new ones. And I also asked for CVS gift cards. Because I am just that exciting.

*sigh* You know you're not a kid anymore when the things you want are the things you need...though, Mumsie and Pops, feel free to slip in a Barbie Dream House if you feel so inclined.



I took this near DreamSchool on a foggy day! It looks like a lone fortress :) (As always, click on it to see the better quality/better color version...)



As you read this, I'm on my way back to DreamSchool. These past three days have been just so amazing...oh, you guys, I cannot tell you how lovely they've been.

I feel so calm and at peace. My heart is so full. I know it's cheesy, but these past three days have literally recharged my soul. I really, really don't want to leave tomorrow.

I only get to see my grandparents once a year in the summer, and as they've both just turned 88 and are not nearly as robust as they once were, every bit of extra time I get to spend with them is a true blessing. Plus to spend time with my aunts and uncles and cousins -- I'm so, so happy.

We're crazy, but this has been wonderful.

Now I'm sitting here and listening to Andrew Bird's hauntingly lovely "The Giant of Illinois (The Handsome Family)," having just said goodbye to my grandparents and an aunt and uncle, just trying to soak up every last bit of time I have left in this house.

I'm so happy. And so sad to leave tomorrow. I already can't wait for next summer to see them all again (though it's been just amazing spending a holiday with them! Usually it's just my immediate family in Texas).

Also, I got to meet the fabulous Kaitlyn!!! We've been blog/twitter/facebook/text/phone call friends for almost a year now, and I got to meet her in person today. She was just as adorable and sweet as she seems online.

(I had to censor because I'm anonymous online and she's not. I know, I'm a dork.)

But oh, you guys: I am so thankful. So very thankful. Thankful for family, friends (both blog friends and friends in real life -- cause believe it or not, I have both!), my health, my school, Sasha le iPhone...I am so very, very blessed.

It's been an amazing Thanksgiving week.



My beautiful Volvo Damien the Wild Stallion's old license plate sits in my dorm room to remind me of home. And while I'm not home in Texas for Thanksgiving, I am with my family — which is more than enough to make this college kid very happy. :)

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!


Break time!

So as of 27 minutes ago, I am OFFICIALLY ON THANKSGIVING BREAK!


What that means is now I'm frantically doing last-minute laundry and packing before I leave for the airport at 5:55 a.m. to fly to Michigan to see my family (thank you to my rich surgeon aunt for flying us up there!!!) and do a lot of homework because hi, being a college student is busy, and play games and eat food and ZOMG MEET Kaitlyn (!!!!!!!!!) and then fly back on Saturday when I'll immediately launch into all the rest of the homework I have due Monday.


The rest of this entry is bullet pointed, because I've lost the brain ability to make even slightly logical transitions:

• I'm applying to be a student supervisor in Admissions at DreamSchool. They're only taking 1 new supervisor for next semester, and I'm pretty low on the totem pole in Admissions, but still -- I've got my fingers crossed!

• I love this school. I really do.

• I've recently discovered a love of raw tomatoes. This pleases my mother infinitely.

• In my hardest class, a journalism law & ethics class, we had one HELL of a take-home midterm due two weeks ago. 50 intense, insane questions that literally had me in tears. But I finished it, submitted it on time, and for the past 2 weeks I've been waiting with baited breath for my grade.

Last week, he told us he'd have the grades to us within a week. Tonight, we went to class found out that his car had been broken into and our exams (and his computer) HAD BEEN STOLEN. Luckily, we submitted our exams online, but he still has to re-grade EVERYTHING.

• If you haven't heard the song "Happiness" by Riceboy Sleeps, you're missing out on life.

• My baby sister turned 18 this past weekend!!!!!!! I bought her a present. I hope she likes it, but I really won't be offended if she doesn't.

• Have I told you guys that for spring break this year, I'm taking a bus to NEW YORK CITY with one of my really good friends!??!?!?!? We're staying in a youth hostel for next to no money at all. Do you know what this means? I GET TO SPEND MY 21st BIRTHDAY IN NEW. YORK. CITY. Which we will celebrate by playing a nice game of Go Fish and falling asleep by 9 p.m., of course.

• Now I'm just trying to think of random things to tell you guys. And I'm trying to remember if I've posted any of this stuff before. I know I've tweeted it. Twitter and blogspot tend to merge in my brain a lot.

• I think this is it. Laundry is calling, and I gots packing to do, yo!


My view (with heightened color)

My desk! (click to see the better quality/boosted color image)

I love how everything is reflected off of Sasha-my-love.


Another reason why I love my school...

I got this email today:

DreamSchool has decided to pilot a gender neutral housing option (GNH) for fall 2010 on a limited basis. GNH allows students, in mutual agreement, to share a multiple occupancy room or a multiple occupancy suite, regardless of the students’ sex or gender. It allows students to choose to live with whom they are most comfortable and also provides housing options for students who may identify as transgender, or are questioning their gender identity, or do not wish to prescribe to gender classifications.

Honestly, I giggled at the last line with the "do not wish to prescribe to gender classifications" bit, but deep down I love how accepting my school is.


No-Shave November!

So I'm not sure if you all know this, but I'm stubborn.

Really stubborn.

Exhibits A-Q: I have not eaten cheese since I was 5 years old. I have no problem with it. I used to like it. One day, out of the blue while eating a grilled cheese sandwich I said I'd never eat cheese again. And I haven't. For over a decade and a half. I could eat it. But I don't.

See? Stubborn.

So when I heard the boys suite next to our girls suite was going to do No-Shave November, I told boytoy Sean that if he was participating (ewww, scruff) than I would too (i.e., no shaving legs). I fully expected him to opt out.


He said, and I quote, "Okay."

And I said, "OKAY?!?!?"

And he said, "Okay."

And I said, "Does that not gross you out?!? The thought of me not shaving my legs for a MONTH?!?!?"

And he said, "Not really. Guys don't really pay attention to that."

And I said, "Marry me."

So: it was settled. No-Shave November would be in full swing for me, as well. I lathered up and shaved October 31, and kissed my razor goodbye until December 1. (Except for my underarms. Cause a month of no shaving your underarms? OH HONEY NO.)

It's cold enough up here that I'm either in jeans or tights (under a skirt) every day. So no big with the hairy legs.

A week in, I was a champion! Stubble, no prob! I can handle those little black hairs if he can!

Two weeks in, oy. A week makes a big difference. But still! I'm stubborn! I CAN DO THIS!

Two weeks, two days in: Eeeewwww, the hairs poke out of my tights now. EW. BUT I CAN DO THIS! I WILL EMERGE VICTORIOUS!

Two weeks, four days in: I caved.

Yup, this morning, I cut down the forrest that had moved onto my legs. I effectively ended No-Shave November simply because good lord I could not take it any longer.

18 days with no shaved legs. (I'm rather embarrassed to say that's not the longest I've gone. But still.) OY.

But now I am all silky smooth and purdy. For the record, boytoy Sean's still in. It looks, um, interesting. Rather like a 19-year-old boy's attempt at his first beard. Cause that's what it is.

Is it December 1 yet?

Edit: And no, just because I caved with No-Shave November does NOT mean I'll be trying cheese anytime soon.


Debt-free's the way to be

Squee! I'm doing it! I'm officially set to graduate in December 2011, debt-free! (I may have to take out a few thousand in loans, but that is SO MUCH BETTER than the number I was looking at before!)

So here's the breakdown:

I'll take 4 classes per semester for the next 4 semesters. I'll take 2 classes this summer, and two classes next summer.

I'm coming home to do the classes -- hopefully I can find nighttime classes that won't interfere with my nanny gig :) I'll either take them at a state school's local campus or at a community college, depending on what I can find.

Y'all: I'm doing this. Debt-free. Honestly, I thought I would be up to $100,000 in debt by the time I left this school. I *almost* didn't come. I can't tell you how glad I am that I did!

Several things helped contribute to the debt-free bit (and I know, I know, I am so lucky!!!):

1) I had enough money saved up to pay for an entire semester
2) My (wonderful and wealthy) aunt and uncle gave me a generous gift when I turned 18 that I'm using to pay for another semester
3) My (wonderful) grandparents are chipping in enough per year so that when you add it all up, essentially, they're paying for a semester.

That's 3 semesters right there--that's how I've been able to be debt-free until now.

Also, DreamSchool is giving me almost enough for one semester per year. On top of that, my parents are contributing generously what they can and I'm working as well. So we're making it work.

We're making it work.


I seriously am in shock. And awe. Because this? Is amazing.


Convergence! Convergence!

So the word on the skreet lately is CONVERGENCE.

And if by 'skreet' I mean 'journalism school.'

I have one professor who is bleach-blonde, wears pink lipstick, uses jazz hands like they're going out of style, and insists on being called Bridget instead of Professor LastName. And she is crazy. She teaches me how to use video cameras and edit segments.

I have one professor who's got an New York accent so thick I can hardly understand him. He talks like this: "Sooo, whaddya knaw, ya wanna do some jahnalism? Eh? Jahnalism?" He teaches me Flash, DreamWeaver, and other Internet/design software.

I have one professor who is an NPR rock critic and fairly famous author. He wears tortoise-shell glasses and sweater vests and a blazer with patches on the elbows, but he can drop rap lyrics like nobody's business. He teaches me photography for journalism, and audio segmenting.

And I have one professor who is tiny and old and Greek and likes to yell my last name loudly and ask its origins (Hungarian). I've mentioned on the blog before the strong desire I have to adopt him as a pet and take him for walks daily just to hear what he has to say about the world. His class officially teaches me to cover news, but really it's more like he calls me at 9 p.m. with a story and demands that I have it on his desk by 8 a.m. the next day.

"It's CONVERGENGE! CONVERGENCE JOURNALISM, ladies and gentlemen!" Bridget likes to say, jazz hands going crazy.

At this school, I've learned strong interviewing skills and newsgathering skills. I've learned how to write on a really, really, really small deadline (think 2 hours from assignment of story to getting it on my editor's desk). I've learned to differentiate between newspaper, magazine, online, radio, and broadcast writing.

Even though my major is print journalism, I'm learning/have learned how to put together radio segments, broadcast segments, photojournalism and multimedia online segments. I can do Flash and I'm learning DreamWeaver, I can work Flip cams and edit my own videos to upload. All of this on top of traditional journalism writing classes. I'm working on state-of-the-industry equipment for free (well, with tuition).

I know I am the most marketable kind of journalist. I know I can get a job post-graduation in journalism if I so choose (especially since I have my former professor's cell phone number -- he currently works for one of the major newspapers in the country).

This, this, is why I took the financial plunge to return to DreamSchool. I'm getting the most incredible education, and I'm having fun doing it. I'm so, so, SO busy, but it's good busy. The money is worth it.

But the icing on top of the cake is that I may be able to graduate debt-free.



I'm meeting with my advisor tomorrow to talk about me graduating in 3.5 years, not 4. I'd have to take summer classes this summer and next to drop some general education classes out of the way, but that's fine. I'd be completing an out-of-this-world education and graduating debt-free.

I'm seriously giddy! If I were Bridget, I'd be dancing around in sequins.

(Alas, I'm not Bridget, but I am sitting here typing with a smile on my face.)

Wish me luck at my meeting tomorrow! Hopefully I can transfer credits and match everything up so that this is possible!

Remember kids: CONVERGENCE!



I took this a few weeks ago, but it was like this again today. LOTS of rain, lots of fog eating up buildings.


College has taught me one thing...

...and it's not something I'm particularly proud of.

Hi, I'm Nanny, and I've become addicted to crap reality shows.

I'm seriously hanging my head in shame right now.

It all started a few weeks back, when I walked into my living room and my roommates were watching the Rachel Zoe project on Bravo. I sat down, rolling my eyes and chiding them...and got hooked.

It hasn't stopped there. Now, my little reality-show-starved heart beats wildly at the mere thought of turning on Bravo and seeing Tabatha at various hair salons or Madison and his million-dollar real estate listings.


I know it's a problem. I don't have time to watch this stuff (so I don't, usually...but then there are days like yesterday when I watched for 1.5 hours straight -- HOLY CRAP, it was delicious (and a luxury!)....)

I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I'm actually going to cut this blog short because Rachel Zoe is back on. And god help me, I LOVE HER.

I know. I know.

I have a problem.


Thank you.

I just wanted to say...thank you, to all of you, for your support on this post about D. and me.

Honestly, I'm still in a bit of a shock that the secret I hid for so long is now known.

But I am more grateful than I can say for your kind words, tweets, comments, and emails. They literally brought me to tears and I cannot tell you how lucky I felt.

My sister's comment particularly touched me (and so many others' comments said the same thing). It said:

"i found out about you and D. waaaay before you wanted me to and quite honestly, it took me a while to adjust to it.

but you two made me realize how much love can exist between two people... no matter what their genders may be."

It's true. It's so true. A man's love for another man, or a woman's love for another woman, is just as strong, beautiful, and powerful as a heterosexual couple's. The bottom line is: it's love.

It's love.

And that's an amazing thing.



I took this at a spot about 5 minutes from DreamSchool.



The winner of the bracelet giveaway is...

#37 -- Jessi!!!

Congratulations, Jessi! Email me at theonlinenannyATgmailDOTcom and I'll get you hooked up.

Thank you all for entering!


A secret. And a plea.

Okay. I'm about to let you guys in on a huge secret to segue into something I'm passionate about. I'm leaving the comments open, and you can feel free to voice your opinions -- just do it nicely, please.

Here's my story.

When I was 17, I met D. Any of you old readers of mine will remember me talking about her a LOT. She quickly became my best friend in the entire world. We were closer than close...oh, we had so much fun together.

Nine months into our friendship, it evolved into a friends-with-benefits kind of thing. While I loved it and certainly enjoyed it, it also freaked me out -- because I self-identified as being straight.

After I turned 18, D. and I both realized that there was something more than just the physical part of our relationship. She asked me to be her girlfriend, and I said yes (and freaked out, because this wasn't anything I had ever thought I'd be doing).

Because we lived in Texas, and because the school we went to was ultra-conservative, and because her parents had made it clear that they would NOT approve of a girl-girl relationship (and keep us apart if we were in one -- they had suspected something was going on, but we lied and said nothing was going on), we kept everything secret.

Only our two best friends knew about D. and me. As time went on, I got more and more comfortable with the fact that I was in a relationship with a GIRL. I realized that honestly, I didn't care that she was a girl. I fell for her for who she was, not her gender.

Of course our relationship wasn't perfect. But I honestly can't express how happy we were together. For 2.5 years, we were madly in love. I couldn't believe how lucky I was, to be in a relationship with my best friend, my lover, my partner...we were so, so happy.

When I moved up to college, to DreamSchool -- it was excruciating. I cried so hard, leaving my girl, my best friend. Long distance was hell. Only seeing her every few months, with her in her senior year of high school and me in my freshman year of college, we were both busy beyond belief. But we were determined to stay together, and we were full of hope that she'd get into her own dream school, which was near my school.

She didn't get in.

After that, facing three more years of separation...we lost a bit of our spirit.

D. started pulling (almost undetectably at first) away from me. The long distance relationship had always been harder on her -- she was stuck at home, going through the hell of senior year, and I was in an amazing city far away in college. She just couldn't take the thought of three more years apart. I couldn't blame her.

At the beginning of this summer, our relationship ended. It didn't end well. I don't want to get into that here, but there was a lot of hurt and pain involved. This summer was the hardest of my life, losing not only my partner but my only best friend in the entire world. That's part of the reason I was so determined to come back to DreamSchool regardless of the financial implications -- I had to get out of Texas, away from the memories (oh god, there were so many), back up to the city and school I loved that was worlds apart from D.


Things are better, now.

I'm in a quasi-relationship-but-it's-not-really-a-relationship with a sweet, funny guy named Sean. I think about D. every day, but the hurt is less, the pain is less, the sadness is less. We haven't spoken in a few months. It was too hard to just be friends with her, without the (everything else) that we had. But oh, I hope she's doing wonderfully at college. And I hope that she's doing well, herself, emotionally.


I kept this secret from you all for a few reasons. One was that at the beginning of D.'s and my relationship, we were secret. And my parents and sister read my blog. So I couldn't reveal it here.

Also...I didn't want you all judging me. I was so scared that you would just because I happened to be head-over-heels for a person of my sex, even though I still self-identify as straight (I don't know if I'll ever be with a girl again. Right now, I'm happy with Sean).


I know this seems like it's coming out of left field. But here's where I'm going with this.

When D. and I were together, we did discuss our future together. Houses, kids...marriage.


When I was with D., had we stayed together, I would have wanted to marry her. Not civil union her, not domestic partnership her, marry her.

Marriage is something I've been dreaming about since I was a little girl. Why, just because the person I loved more than anything happened to be a girl, should that not have been allowed? I've said it before: social issues are of the utmost importance to me in politics. I vote for candidates based on social issues.

Same-sex marriage is a social issue. It's a civil right, people. Marriage is a CIVIL RIGHT. There is no difference between an interracial couple wanting to marry 40 years ago and a same-sex couple wanting to marry now.

You can no more choose your sexual orientation than you can choose your skin color.


It was hard to be in a relationship with a girl. I was almost ashamed of being with a girl, because of the majority of the country's opinions on same-sex relationships. We hid ourselves because of what other people would say.

We couldn't hold hands in public in Texas.
We couldn't put our relationship on Facebook (however trivial that sounds).
We couldn't be open.

I had taken that freedom for granted in the past. Now, I most certainly am not. But that doesn't change the fact that it's one of the worst feelings in the world to be afraid of showing who you love.

Everyone should have the right to be married.

To me, a civil union is a slap in the face. It's saying, "We support you and all, but you just can't have the same rights (or words) we straight people do."

Marriage is a civil right. According to the constitution, ALL MEN (and women) are created equal. We should ALL have the rights to marry who we want whether it's on a beach or in a church* or on the couch in our living room.

*while I support same-sex marriage being legalized everywhere, I also support the rights of religious institutions to decline to preform same-sex marriages if they so choose. That's why I think that regardless of your religious views on same-sex marriage, you should still support it -- you don't have to have same-sex marriages in your church, but you'd be giving basic civil rights to all people. Is that not the Christian thing to do?

I'm rather defeated by Maine's loss of same-sex marriage.

I hate that for all my LGBTQ friends, they can only get married in a handful of states. I hated that when I was with D., we had to talk about whether we preferred Massachusetts or Connecticut, instead of being able to get married in Texas where we both lived and where our families were.

Every little girl (or boy) should be able to grow up and have the wedding of their dreams and get married to whomever they choose.

Please, please, please...support LGBTQ rights and the right for everyone who wants to be married. Please help end sexual orientation discrimination (for the love of god, please, please don't use the word 'gay' as a derogatory slur). Help us get to a time when people aren't ostracized based on the gender of who they love.


Here's a petition to support same-sex marriages. Please, if you believe in civil rights for everybody, sign it.


One more day!

Tomorrow is the last day to enter the giveaway! Contest ends at 11:59 p.m., and I'll announce the winner right after in a new post.


Blog readers, meet Sasha

File this one under "things I never thought I'd be blogging."

I have an iPhone.

I know. WHAT. It's been a week and I'm STILL having that reaction.

Basically, here's what happened: last week, my brand-new old phone decided that its screen didn't want to work any longer.

Like at all.

Like all I got was a sad black screen.

Like that's it.

Blink. Blinkblink.

Luckily, my mom arrived the day after my phone stopped working, so she was able to take me to the phone store. Lately, with the amount of work I've been doing, it's really become necessary for me to have a phone with internet capabilities. So even though I was sure we couldn't afford one, we looked anyway.

And looked. And looked. And looked and looked and looked.

I was nearly settled on an el-cheapo piece o'crap that did actually have internet until the sales associate walked up to me and said, "Have you thought about an iPhone?" and honest to blog: I fell on the floor and about died laughing.

Five minutes later when I was able to breathe regularly again, I said, "You are SO VEREH FUNNEH but I could never afford one."

And then he said, "An iPhone is just $50 more than the phone you're looking at. And iPhones are good phones. And the same price per month for internet."

And then I said, "Please do not tell me you are joking because if you are, my soul will be crushed."

And then he walked to the back of the store and brought out a small black box of magical wonder and goodness and gave it to me and said, "Here's your iPhone."

And I very nearly kissed him on the lips.

Long story short, I signed my soul and my firstborn child over to AT&T and signed a contract from now until eternity and I bought the phone. And hi. I'm Nanny, and I'm madly in love with my iPhone. Whose name is Sasha.

(I chose Sasha because when I'm mad at it/her, I can yell out Sa-SHAAAAA! and it's fun. Try it.)

Sasha now has a message for you all:

Isn't that adorable? Is she not the smartest, cutest iPhone you've ever seen?

I'm so proud I could kiss her on the (hypothetical) lips. I wonder if there's an app for that?


Don't forget about the giveaway!



About a month ago, I entered a giveaway on a blog for a bracelet. I won! A few weeks later, this was sitting in my mailbox:

According to the etsy site, the bracelet's pieces were all handmade, and the turquoise color was chosen to ward off the 'evil eye.' (And it came from Israel. Really!) I can't tell you how cool I thought that was -- and how excited I was that I had won!

I've worn this bracelet a few times now and I love it. I've gotten so many compliments on it!

Well guess what, y'all: I haz a bracelet for you too! One lucky winner will get both a $5 giftcard to the LuckXury etsy shop AND this way, way cool bracelet:

"This unique and gentle bracelet combines four turquoise amulets: Hamsa (The small hand-5 fingers), Garlic, An eye, and one turquoise bid. All amulets are symbols of good energies and luck keepers, and also evil-eye watchers."

Don't we all need some more good energy and luck? (YES)

If you want to win:
Comment on this post. Tell me anything! Tell me how your day was! Tell me how the weather is where you are! (You can comment a bit of nonsense once per day for extra entries.)

Other ways to win! Leave a comment for each thing you do:
1) Tweet about this giveaway: make sure you include @theonlinenanny in your tweet (1 comment per tweet you do, 1 tweet per day)
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Please leave an email address in each comment you leave so I can contact you if you win! Contest ends 11/4 (ONE WEEK!!!).

Good luck!


Lucky duck

My mom came up to visit me this weekend (thanks to an amazingly-priced flight!) and let me just tell you: it was a great, great weekend. We ate, played games, ate, shopped, ate...oh man. Both my heart and my tummy are happy.

I do have an incredible immediate family. I'm so, so lucky. I love both my parents (and even *sigh* my little sister...) so, so much. I have the sweetest, most adorable puppy EVER and my bird is off-the-wall crazy insane (and wonderful!).

Happy sigh.

I was talking with my friend Kelly the other week. Her family is rich beyond measure and pretty miserable. My family isn't rich beyond measure (aaaack college tuition!), but we're happy. And we actually like each other. (I think. Right, family?)

Lucky. Lucky. Lucky.

I do miss them while I'm up here, and I know my mother misses me so much that she's built a shrine to me in my bedroom (I'm only half kidding). That's why weekends like I just had with my mumsie darling are the perfect way to spend my days.

Happy, lucky sigh :)


Rushing by

Taken Saturday afternoon...look at her feet, she was walking by so quickly, covered head to toe in a headdress. I was afraid she'd trip.


I don't get no Gleetisfaction

I think I have a problem.

I think I'm part of the 0.0000000000002% of the population who doesn't like the TV show Glee.

It's not for lack of trying, really -- I watch it every week, without fail, hoping and hoping that I'll like it better. Because honestly, I would think that I would LOVE this show. But I just...I don't know...don't.

I mean, I think Finn is utterly adorable. And I'd love to have him as my imaginary boyfriend (though he wouldn't usurp George Clooney, my imaginary husband). See? Isn't he cute?

But...gah. I feel guilty admitting this. It's not Glee, it's me. Really. I know it's an amazing show and so many people love it. But at this point in my life, I just can't be in a relationship with a show I don't see a future with.

I have to admit, some of the musical numbers are ridiculously cool. But I find both Jayma Mays (Emma) and Jane Lynch (Sue) highly, highly annoying. And the whole show is just so unrealistic. And too perfect, even amid all the weird quasi-dark/depressing undertones. I know. I KNOW. I HAVE A PROBLEM.

I want to like Glee. I really do. And I do like some parts of it, like this:

Well, I like that a lot. A lot a lot.

Okay FINE. I'll keep watching.




For one of my classes, I'm learning to use all sorts of fancy Nikon cameras. One of our assignments was to play around with perspectives. Since I totally love killing two birds with one stone (though dear lord, not literally), I'm knocking out a blog post and practicing! SWEET!

Here's what I'm sitting in front of right now (click on the pics to see the better quality/color versions):
(back focus)

(front, spot focus)

Oh, and since I'm learning the Do's and Don't's of the flash, here's a crizazy flash picture I took of the martini glass I use to hold my earrings:

And a non-flash picture (from a slightly different angle):



Pretzels! Update!

So because I love you all madly, I had my friend buy me some more chocolate-covered pretzels at Trader Joe's today just so I could find out what kind they were.

I know, I know. I sacrifice so much for you guys. Truly.

They're Trader Joe's dark chocolate-covered pretzel slims. Now go buy some. Right now. And share them with me. Mmmmmmmm.


One more college app tip

Please, please, please don't give your kids kreativlee-spelled names. Gynnyfyrre is MUCH more difficult for us to keep track of/spell repeatedly correctly than Jennifer. Chances are we will make a mistake with it somewhere along the way in our database and it'll be a pain to sort out.

Thank you.


Tips from a tour guide!

Tonight, as I was waiting for a lecture to start, I couldn't stop thinking about work (I work in DreamSchool's admissions office). Y'all, we see some pretty ridiculous things there from our applicants. So while I was bored and waiting, I decided to compile a list of Nanny's Don't's While You Apply To College!

1) When you fill out applications or inquiry cards, please write in nice handwriting. I spent the better part of this afternoon squinting at an inquiry card that I could have sworn said "Dicnci" which turned out to be "Diana."

2) Before you come on tour, or write to us, or call us, or (most importantly) apply to our school, please make sure we have the majors you're interested in. DreamSchool does not have biology. No, it doesn't. That's why we didn't talk about it on tour, sir. Oh, and it's not the tour guide's fault DreamSchool doesn't have biology. Now you have a nice day.

3) When you email us, for pete's sake: use correct grammar! Capitalize words! Use spell check! I love to use the word 'srsly' as much as the next person, but if I'm emailing the school I want to get into, I'm going to spell it out. Srsly.

4) On the topic of emails: y'all. You would NOT believe some of the email addresses we've gotten. Today as I was entering new prospective students into our database, one of the girl's email addresses was "hottchiiick." Really? Hottchiiick? That's fine for your personal use, really -- but for college, howsabout something a bit less promiscuous? Same goes for gratuitous x's and numbers. Like xxxhottiewithabottie482390284xxx@whatever.com.

5) And more email etiquette: when you email a college, make sure you're emailing the CORRECT one. No, we're not Brandeis. Or NYU. Our name sounds nothing like either of those schools. Really.

6) When you're on tour, it's basic courtesy: don't text. Or talk on the phone. Please. Parents, you too. I, no joke, had a dad field a phone call from another college that he was setting up a tour with. WHILE ON MY TOUR. OH NO YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT, SIR.

And there you have it. Follow those rules and you're instantly admitted! Congratulations!

Your Friendly Neighborhood Student Admissions Employee

P.S. I'm giving several tours on Halloween. Any ideas for an office-appropriate, yet hilarious, costume?


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