August 24, 2009

Summer on the Azure Coast. A few words.

Filed under: Uncategorized — irenejk @ 10:14 am

Heat.  Striped umbrellas.  Beaches.  Speedos.  Mediterranean Sea.  Cities visited: St. Tropez, Marseille, Cannes, Nice, Monte Carlo, Ventimiglia, St. Raphael.  Soldes.  Boat rides.  Lobster tail lunch.  Haagan Dazs Speculoos Ice Cream.  Brioche.  Crepes.  Nutella.  Perrier.  Provençal tablecloths.  Line drying clothes.  Constellations.  Trail running.  Bike riding.  Rollerblading (I know, I know, but I do it for the kids).  Tan lines.  Sunburns.  Marc Levy & Guillaume Musso.  Afternoon naps.  Franglais.

La fin.


August 11, 2009

Not much to say, just an update on my awesome life.

Filed under: I swear I'm not too old to be a nanny — irenejk @ 3:05 pm

Well, if you weren’t convinced that this was the best job in the world, let me share some information that might enlighten you.  Let’s talk vacations.  As if a two month long vacation on the Cote d’Azur wasn’t enough, we still have to cover all the holiday breaks in the year.  (There is like a 2-week break every month and a half (I worked for France’s public education and I can tell you the vacations are like the only good thing about it.) (too many parentheses))

So, just so you know in case you can’t find me:  over Christmas break I’ll be on a private boat in the Caribbean for 10 days.   In February, I’ll be in the Alps skiing on Mont Blanc.  And then, rumors of a Vegas vacation were established true for the end of April, and to it they added Hawaii, San Francisco, LA and possibly a private jet airplane.

Ummm, can I please have this job forever?

August 3, 2009

If you think someone is sneezing, wait to say, “Bless you.”

Because sunday I was on the train back from Marseille and i was sitting next to this kid and across from us was his dad.  Right before they got off I noticed the kid was trying to hold in his sneeze – you know those people that don’t want to make noise when they sneeze? (which I’ve never been able to do. I’ve tried to hold it in but i just end up spitting out more crap.)  It seemed pretty violent though, this kid and his efforts. His dad gave him a handkerchief because he had stuff all over his face, and then they grabbed their suitcases and got off the train.

He had had the window seat so I wanted to move in on his side.  And as I scooted over, I noticed chunks and liquid all over his seat.  YES.

He hadn’t been sneezing.

He had been vomiting.  Right next to me.  All over the seat.

Thank you. Thank you, kid, and father, for not mentioning anything before leaving the train.  Bravo.

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