because i'm a loser and forgot

my tummy is ok. and i am so so thankful. amen.

firestarter

let the world know: nancy is growing up. sure it may be long over due, sure it may be about time, and sure i've been 25 for months on end but these things cannot be rushed. today, my maturity was illustrated to me through a series of events that transpired shortly before dinner. refusing to eat what the rest of the family was eating, i prepared my own meal of chicken fingers. feeling a bit groggy due to my pain medication, i mistakenly grabbed a oven mitt that had another, less protective oven mitt attached to it. just to be clear, it was two oven mitts tenuously attached. as i put the chicken fingers back in the oven one of the mitts fell and caught on fire. i immediately screamed, "MOM, FIRE! FIRE!" now, college nancy would have watched the fire and continued to scream, waiting for something magically to happen to take care of things. like when the toilet flooded and my roommate and i climbed onto the sink, watching it flood, saying "FLOOD! FLOOD!" to the empty apartment. but today, today was different. today, after screaming, i reached into the oven, grabbed the burning mitt, put it in the sink and ran water over it. all before my mom even got there. i was like a real adult dealing maturely with a crisis. i may have started that fire, but dammit i put it out too in a calm and orderly fashion. progress indeed.

my fickle heart

having just proclaimed my renewed love for roxie, i have some rather disturbing news. most days i can accept the fact she has a brain the size of a pea and try to make certain allowances. when she licks my face i think its sweet, and when she gives me a gentle nibble i understand her tiny mind can't differentiate between a piece of alfalfa and a human being. tonight she was being especially needy, making squeaking, pick-me-up noises whenever someone walked into the room. my frigid heart softened to the temperature of refrigerated cookie dough and i picked her up each time. those noises really get to me, perhaps because i am routinely so noisy that i gravitate towards others of similar diaphragm (or is it diaphragmatic?) strength. she discovered a new trick tonight, perching on my shoulder like a bird while i worked on the computer. it was 75% cute and 25% weird. i let it go. the next thing i know roxie has chomped down on the top of my ear like it was her next carrot. now, oddly enough, i can handle my 11 year old dog biting me harder and more often but what i cannot handle is a little rodent, masquerading as a friendly snuggle creature, biting my ear like it was her birthright. chopin at least knows she's been bad. roxie, however, does not even have the decency to understand she has caused me pain, much less act accordingly and win me back.
thus, i have decided she is evil.

rocking out: it's what we do

focus is what it takes to get to the top. focus is what it takes to be the best in your field. and, gosh darn it, focus is what it takes to be the next guitar hero. the bells don't just play around. they take an ordinary game and transform it into a career. all of our characters have extra outfits. new guitars are bought religiously. songs are practiced in practice mode before debuting. we're focused. and now we're stunning. george and nancy's band, STARDUST, may imply sweet dreams and sparkling fairies but we're actually the hottest new group in town and we mean business. i misunderstood this undertaking initially. here i am on the first night, delighted to have this new game, singing along. but do you see george's face - he knew what it would take from the get-go. in the virtual world, dad and i are wildly successful and our musical talent both amazes and baffles the mind (and ears). and you know what? it feels pretty good. let's rock.

back in business

i wasn't in a good place.
now i am.
so i'm writing again.






in an exciting, yet yearly, turn of events, i think spring is on its way. seasons are so fantastic. in other news, since my last post these key circumstances have transpired:

• george and i fell out of love with roxie and are again back in love with said guinea pig. phew.
• grandma (who is here with us!!) and chopin became best friends forever. then chopin bit gma and they broke up.
• i've started referring to everyone as a "magical wildebeest"
• my bed has been moved and my feet are now near the door. i have pledged to never sleep in a bed where my head is closer to the door than my feet. i consider this my personal feng shui.
• though our love affair is always short and very sweet, this year march madness and i have terminated our relationship prematurely due to the fact none of my teams are any good.