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Good morning!

So really, most of us are just finishing our yesterdays but I felt a strong desire to be the first one to wish you all a good morning! I was reading this rad article tonight abotu thank you notes and some quality ideas for thank you notes and it just inspired me to think of r.a.k.s and other good fun things like that. We'll see what will come of this new, devious, lot in my jobless life.

On the upside of the job situation: I had a babysitting gig tonight (more on that later) and another for 8 hours on friday. I also may have a yardwork gig (aha, Austin! I am stealing your vocation!) for the summer at a beautiful house in Bellevue. I can be a bit vicious with a hedge trimmer though, so I may have to tone that down a bit. Aside from that, still looking, still applying and still hoping that someone will cave and hire a poor college student with no retail experience to speak of. in time, in time.

On a side note: Ryan, I dig your blog. It's rad getting your perspective on the different happenings of everyday life and the life of Carly Bishop and the different parts that myself and others contribute.

On another side note: Adrianne, sorry I missed your call tonight, mon petite chou chou! My whole night lit up when I heard you called! Thanks for that!

One still another side note: Carly, I've had your new song stuck in my head all day. It's been quite a good day!

Wouldn't it be rad if blogger had a template that allowed side bars so that all of my sidenotes wouldn't actually be in the main body of text. That would be too wonderful.

So there I was standing in a garage east of Maltby with two little girls and a boy tracing circles around me with their skooters and Banana's in Pajamas bike. I had to step out of the circle because I was getting terribly dizzy. One girl, Kristin, (who I actually didn't know) claimed to be 18 (she was actually 6) and traced the circle while singing, "I'm the ice cream girl!" over and over and over and over and over.... and over.

Gracie (who I do know) was tracing her own circles laughing hysterically. Kristin and Gracie dubbed me their mother deciding we would play house. Micah (the little boy on the Banana's in Pajamas bicycle) was our BIG dog (not little!). Well, Kristin and Gracie were tracing their circles and told me they were going out for the evening.

"Going out?! With who!?"

"My boyfriend," Kristin chimed.

"What? Who said you could have a boyfriend?"

"I'm going out too, with my boyfriend," Gracie said.

"No, no, no. You can't date till you're 35."

"Well, I'm 34," Gracie aged 32 years in a matter of seconds.

"Then you still can't go out."

Alas, my mothering is still quite shabby. Their boyfriends, Andrew and David followed them on their skooters to the movies and dinner despite my wishes.

"Come on Andrew, baby, hurry up."

Kristin settled in a corner of the garage (aka the movie theatre) and leaned over to kiss Andrew (aka a cardboard box).

"No!! I can't believe you just kissed him, that's so gross!"

"Look, Leah, I'm dancing with my boyfriend instead of kissing!"

"Good, Gracie! Very good!"

Then Gracie stepped over to the darkside and went and kissed her boyfriend (aka the cardboard box). The worst part was when Superman Dog (Micah) hopped off his bike and went to the little kissing booth as well.

I've lost them all.