We got the bikes. Comfort bikes.
Wednesday we spent the day riding around Portland in the heat.
We did the East End trail, stopped for lunch at Artemsia, it was great. We apparently aren't too out of shape, we managed just fine, and thanks to comfort we were not laid up the next day.

The big boys are still with the grandparents.
I talked to them today. They sound so little on the phone, I miss them.
Sunday is the reuniting day.

I'm still trying to find child care, so that I can go back to work 3 days a week.
Found a great center, we won't name any names, but they only do full time slots for my infant, they will take the older boys part-time, but not the infant, oh sure he can go part-time, but I just have to pay for full time.

I'm definately openly obsessed at this point. All I do is call or visit places, or research them on-line. It's gotten so bad in fact, that I have found that I am a bit of a detective. Here's how it works.

I find these potential nannies on craigslist, they give me their name or e-mail address, and I find their Myspace page. Then I check them out.

Most of the time I deem them unworthy. I am not a snob, I was young once too, but open admission to drug use, ya what can I say honey, you are out of the running.
Or pictures of them half undressed, totally drunk, giving the finger, it just really takes the wind out of my sails.

I don't have to do this detective work of course, but it's much like the "wet paint" sign, so irresistible, that you just have to check.

I must go, more laundry to do and Myspacers to spy on.
Hey 20 something girls: if you want the job, keep your boobs in your shirt and your drugs to yourself.

I'm not that old, after all I've got Myspace! But clearly I'm old enough that these girls and I, are simply NOT on the same page.

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