I have to go back in time to give my critic of The Beatles Love. I know that my trip to Las Vegas is now redundant so please forgive me. I will never quiz you about my blog so don't feel like you must read on. I just have to leave a mark for my own memory.
Love is a Cirque Du Soleil production that is put on in a custum built theater at the Mirage. It is a stimulus combination of acrobatics, dance and visual effects, accompanied by a rock 'n' roll remix of the Beatles music. I would recomend anyone to go see love, especially those who love the Beatles. I now love them more then ever. Totally awesome!
Now the real reason I blog this critic, is because that nights events were too funny to forget. We had to hire a bbsitter for the evening so that Brent and I could go with John and Lenore to dinner and the show. Like always my anxiety was high waiting for the unknown bbsitter to arrive. "Who will it be?" I now have a protype to expect in Vegas, and you can all take notes! I am truly sorry that I don't have a picture of this woman. I'm thinking ex dancing girl from now on!
I answer the door and there is a woman that is in her late 60s and slightly over weight. Let me just say that all the excess weight was in her bosoms! I think her breasts hung to at least her waist! The first thing she says looking right past me to little Brent who's eyes are bulging, is "Do you like balloons?" Her voice is that of a smokers! I'm in shock. She bursts past me with a huge bag of what I don't know, but she says"balloons" so maybe that. I'm sniffing but no smoke aroma! She did good that way. Either she has quit or has special bbsiting clothes. She then says in
that raspy voice "My name is Sandi like in sponge bob". I nod and smile. As most of you know I have a nervous laugh that happenes at the worst times. My laugh or maybe just a giggle is starting now. She, I'm sure, is a nice lady and knows how nervous parents are about leaving their kids with strangers. So she starts pulling out all of her IDs from the big bag. She gives Brent her drivers license, her health card, and her gaming license! She insists that we take them with us. She is pulling out refrences and phone numbers for us to call. Before we leave she is chasing Brent out on the balcony and had at least 3 balloons blown up. I guess her lungs aren't too damaged. She is also pulling stickers out of the big bag to put on the balloons. We have to leave sense we have a date. In the hall I am now seriously laughing! I then start repeating, in my best made up voice or a smoker, the sentences about the balloons and her name. I think I laughed for at least 30 mins. I am awful! 
Now the real reason I blog this critic, is because that nights events were too funny to forget. We had to hire a bbsitter for the evening so that Brent and I could go with John and Lenore to dinner and the show. Like always my anxiety was high waiting for the unknown bbsitter to arrive. "Who will it be?" I now have a protype to expect in Vegas, and you can all take notes! I am truly sorry that I don't have a picture of this woman. I'm thinking ex dancing girl from now on!
I answer the door and there is a woman that is in her late 60s and slightly over weight. Let me just say that all the excess weight was in her bosoms! I think her breasts hung to at least her waist! The first thing she says looking right past me to little Brent who's eyes are bulging, is "Do you like balloons?" Her voice is that of a smokers! I'm in shock. She bursts past me with a huge bag of what I don't know, but she says"balloons" so maybe that. I'm sniffing but no smoke aroma! She did good that way. Either she has quit or has special bbsiting clothes. She then says in 
I must say that when we got back from our plans that everything was under control and that little Brent was even asleep. She told us that Brent didn't want to go to sleep and she agreed that he shouldn't sleep sense he was in Vegas. She also said that Brian needed to nurse and that she had the breasts but no milk. Brent laughed. I'm dying! I'm so glad that I was home with my boys! Good night!
3 comments:
First of all I have to say you are the bravest parents ever.How did you find this woman?one of those non-english speaking people on the side of the road slip you her number in between porn pics?I was cracking up, I had my own visual of her, which was probably a lot better than the real thing!Glad your kids were still there when you got back!
Meredith was laughing so hard telling me this story that I had to turn the light back on and read your blog at 12 (midnight!)
You make me laugh! I admire you for leaving your kids with in my mind looks like a Mrs. Doubtfire! Glad she took great care of your boys and WAHOO that you got to go to an amazing show! I will have to check that out when we go in October.
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