Hi! I wish I knew your name. It’s only fair. You know mine;)
Nance. Nancy. Miss Nancy. Baby Nance. That last one is what my family and dearest friends call me. Baby Nance. I’m the youngest of five, so it gives my brain a warm baby bath in the sink when someone I love calls me that.
100 percent of people who don’t know me at all have some universal instinct to call me Miss Nancy. I hate/love it. Do strangers call everybody Miss Something? I’ve never heard it, and I pay attention to everything. Maybe it’s a southern thing, or maybe my old ass name, which btw, reached its zenith in the 1920’s, just deserves a Miss in front of it. In any case, I find it affectionate.
Miss Nancy was also the air name I was stuck with when I did mornings on KKBQ in Houston, the blackest 3 years of my life. The best things to come out of there were my son, Griffin, and I-10 East. No, seriously. Sometimes hearing it gives me flashbacks that feel like a lightning strike down my spine. Not nearly as much fun as it sounds.
And then there are my sons. It was brought to my attention that they often call me Nance. It’s strange that it’s not strange to me. They only do it when their friends are around, and I take it as a polite acknowledgement to their friends, because that’s what they call me. I also wonder if they don’t want to call me Mom in front of their friends. I worry a lot. 🙂
Miss Nancy from total strangers, Nancy from people who want to keep some distance, Nance means “I know you” and Baby Nance from my family and my oldest, dearest friends.
Mom from my sons. I should insist on that. It’s my favorite.
Psych! Turns out I was weaving an infomercial about the perfect pillow into what was almost a dream. Almost, because I was still awake. When I do occasionally get some REM sleep, my dreams are directed by Fellini. Odd, anxious and sometimes terrifying. If I attempted to explain one, and I remember nearly all of them, you’d probably slowly back away. I would.
It’s a creative curse. This from a study in the May issue of Personality and Individual Differences: When researchers looked at personality traits that contributed to dream recall, they found people who were prone to absorption, imaginativeness, daydreaming, and fantasizing were most likely to remember their dreams.
In other words, if you’re right-hemisphered, the likelihood of unicorns and glitter showing up in your sleep is slim. If you’re anything like me, bless your tortured heart, your dreams may look more like something like this..
Btw, this image scares the sh*t out of me. I’ll probably be seeing it when I caffeine crash. Like so many others who have snoozy troubles, I’ve been awake since a hundred o’clock. Hamlet said, “To sleep, perchance to dream.” I’ll take the sleep Hammy, you can keep the dreams.
Achoo and hello…
Have you gotten it yet? I think it invades your body while you’re sleeping and defenseless. You’ll know if it happens, because you’ll wake up feeling like Kathy Bates crept in with a mallet and went all Misery on your bones, which isn’t nearly as much fun as it sounds.
Getting sick when you’re little isn’t so bad. In fact, it can be kinda awesome. Home from school, Mom brings you soup, love, nurturing, and the remote. Nothing’s more fun than watching Teletubbies and Sponge Bob while tripping on cough syrup.
When you’re a grown up, you have to drive your own miserable ass to the drug store, make yourself soup and spend the day watching Food Network and Judge Judy, which, I’m realizing as I type this, is quality entertainment.
On the upside, reports from the field indicate this cootie is a 24, maybe 36 hour inconvenience. In the meantime, I want soup and my mommy. And Sponge Bob. 🙂
Thanks for listening to me whine. I’ll be here all day. 😉
It’s raining, I’m bored and I’ve got the Amazon tab open. I received a package yesterday, guaranteed by 8 tonight, and bedding on the way. “Free 1 day shipping” is shopping porn, especially for those of us who are NOT the fairest of the mall.
Currently I’m looking around the house for stuff I need, more accurately stuff I want. They’ll have it. Cheap. Three things I like: Good, Fast, Cheap. That’s not exclusive to consumer products. 😉
If and when Amazon starts delivering by drone, I’m ordering a drone, just to see how they’ll work that out. Unfortunately, I’m the most interesting neighbor to spy on.
Consider this a cry for help. Or a pass. I’m making some good consumer decisions and I can quit whenever I want. Except not really. I just ordered this welcome mat while filing this blog.
Can I get you anything? My card is on file. 🙂