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:
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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?


Stephany gave me three awards. Thanks, chickadee!


Someone's eyes

In addition to working in DreamSchool's admissions office, I also have a job being eyes.

Yup, eyes.

There's a visually impaired student within my major at DreamSchool, and whenever he has an assignment to go out into the city and observe/talk to people/etc., I go along to be his eyes. I describe our surroundings, help him navigate the area, and facilitate conversations between him and strangers.

I did that for the first time today, and wow: it was (no pun intended) eye-opening. He's not completely blind -- he has one prosthetic eye and one "real" eye, but he has horrible tunnel vision so it's quite difficult for him to see and focus, especially in large crowds (which we were in today).

(He also has a seeing eye dog named Harriet who, quite frankly, rocks my socks and flips my flops. It takes every ounce of strength I have in me to not be petting her constantly while she's "working." I have to wait until her harness is off to pet her and puppy-talk her.)

But this guy is really cool. He's very sweet and very smart. It was a bit awkward at first while I was trying to figure out exactly what he could see, so that I didn't just tell him things he already knew. But we quickly got things figured out and I had a blast today! Honestly, it made me pay so much more attention to the little things just so that I could tell him about them. I usually don't notice things like that.

I also feel so, so lucky that I have correctable eye sight in both my eyes. I may joke that I'm blind, but honestly, I can see just fine with contacts so I have no business complaining! While he and I were talking I found out he has to use a special computer to read, and he's had to change out of several classes at DreamSchool thus far because teachers have been allergic to Harriet. He can't ever drive, and I had to help him find the spot to swipe his subway pass and grab onto polls on the trains. It's just an entirely different way of life.

He also taught me football! When we got back to our dorms, we went to his room so I could pet/play with Harriet and he could "watch" the football game. (If he sits right up close to the screen, he can see vaguely what's going on. But he relies mostly on hearing the announcers to follow the game.) So now I feel all smart since I know what "first down" and "2nd and 9" mean.

He'll have several more assignments like this throughout the semester, and I'm already excited about what's next. It was an amazing way to spend the morning -- observing and describing every bit of this city's beauty. And I'm getting paid to do it!


Heaven in a bag

I have found heaven.

And it's called chocolate covered pretzels.

Seriously, y'all: I melt when I eat them. My friend brought home a bag the other night, and I'm totally NOT a pretzel girl (don't like 'em), but it was all I could do to keep myself from diving inside the bag, snuggling up, and living there forever.

She has this particular brand that she gets, and I can't remember what it's called (I know it's sold at Trader Joe's) but it should be called Spectacularly Delicious Melt-In-Your-Mouth Bites Of Happiness.

Or, y'know, SDMIYMBOH for short.

(Say it with me: sssddddeeemyyyyyymboh. Very good.)

This is a rather dangerous discovery. Because I could eat the whole bag in one short sitting. This is almost as bad as discovering that the convenience store in my dorm sells Snickers ice cream. (I say "almost" because Trader Joe's is farther away and the convenience store is right downstairs. If Trader Joe's was right downstairs, it would be worse.)

But with my eating habit...eeek. I start my days off with a super-healthy nonfat mocha frap-in-a-bottle. Lunch is usually an Odwalla bar in between work and class. Dinner? Oy lordy: dinner is a free-for-all. It's usually some combination of sweet potatoes, vegetables, bread, and a drink. Usually.

(Except when I skip dinner and eat chocolate covered pretzels instead.)



You doin it?

It's National Feel Your Boobies week!

(If you want to Boobicon yourself, go here.)


Skull & crossbones

This is part of an old, old stone building near DreamSchool. I passed it on my way to CVS -- which, by the way, turned out to be an epic fail. They didn't have the shoe inserts OR alarm clock I was looking for -- and just thought it looked really cool.


Capitalism: A Love Story

A while ago I was able to see an advance screening of Michael Moore's new film Capitalism: A Love Story. NOW WAIT: all you anti-Michael Moore people, DON'T STOP READING. Hear (read?) what I have to say.

The movie, for a Michael Moore film, was pretty gosh darn unbiased. (No politician or executive was safe from Moore's investigation. I now think a lot less of Chris Dodd.)

It was also really, really good. I mean, it wasn't a cinematographic masterpiece, but, as Moore's films tend to do, it does make you think. It's especially relevant right now with the whole economy/recession heyday. And the best part about it is that it makes you want to get up and just do something to help.

Moore was actually there during the screening, and after it was done he spoke for a while and then took questions.

He didn't come across as an extremist liberal to me. He came across as a regular guy who's just passionate about politics and helping people. He was very kind, very open-minded, very respectful. I left the theater that night liking him even more than I already did. He seemed like the kind of guy you could shoot the breeze with. And I'm sure he plays a mean game of Apples to Apples.

Moore singled out Democrats as helping to screw over the health care bill as much as Republicans ("[The bill is] not dead. I'm telling you, I am going to work at defeating any Democrat that gets in the way of universal health care. I will go to their districts, I will raise money, I will help someone run against them in the primaries. I will be relentless, and I want everyone to join me!").

His passion was really, really contagious. He reiterated the film's purpose again and again: it's a call to action. "I'm hoping it triggers something out there," he said. "We're in the 21st century - we're smart enough to figure out a new economic order that we should be living in. I think we've got to demand this. We've got to get active."

You all should see this movie. If for nothing else than to get motivated to get involved. It sounds cheesy and cliche, but honestly? This film really makes you feel like you can make a difference. And that's a darn good feeling.


Size discrepancies

I'm currently wearing a size large teal cami under a size small black sweater, with a formerly-size-8-now-hemmed-in-a-bit jean skirt (over tights & purple flats).

I have Old Navy jeans in size 6 that are looser than my GAP size 8's.

I have skirts from H&M in size 10.

I have skirts from Target in size small and medium.

I have shirts from all over in smalls, mediums, and larges.

They all fit.


I know Stacey & Clinton repeat "Don't look at the number, just go for fit!" on a regular basis, but let's be honest here: I have a lot more swing in my step knowing I'm rawking my size 6 jeans and a size small shirt than when I'm wearing a large shirt with a size 10 skirt.

Here is what I wish: I wish that there were NO NUMBERS. Well, that's not true. I wish that all clothes work like panty hose sizes -- you look at the graph on the back, find the corresponding area for your height and weight, and BOOM YAY!

O'course, then we'd all have be approximately the same size. Which I realize is impossible, and boring. But there's got to be some compromise, right? I love H&M clothes, but I'm 1-2 sizes bigger with them than with Target. Which is not fun.

So, clothing industry: if you're going to group us into even numbers and smalls, mediums, and larges, at least give a girl some consistency. (And while we're at it, I'd like to be a size 6 on bottom (or smaller!) and size small on top. Though with my boobs, I know that's not really possible. So I'll settle for medium. Okay? Okay. KISSES, Nanny.)



Note to self: don't write a post on 9/27, decide you'll figure out the headline later, set it to post on 9/30, and forget to fix the headline.

Oh well, I'll leave it as is. It happens.