Friday! I am seeing a play tonight, which is totally exciting. Also, we got ALL THE SNOW over the past two days. ALL the snow. Like, a FOOT. This makes some people happy and some people insane. It just makes me tired because who wants to clean off their car? Not this lady, that’s who. Blergh. Also, everyone, everyone, EVERYONE has forgotten how to drive in it – understandable, we’ve only had a couple days of snow this winter – so they’re either right on my bumper (HELLO! WHY SO CLOSE?) or they’re putter-assing along like they have ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD. Either way, it makes me want to stab someone in the eyehole.
I got some Nephew news the other day. Which is always happifying, seriously. First, THE NEPHEW might be coming to visit this VERY MONTH! No, not alone, his mom is bringing him. He’s still too little to travel alone, don’t be crazy, someone would kidnap him right off the Greyhound. But before the month is out, I MIGHT SEE THE NEPHEW. Not that I’m at all excited about that or anything, no no, not ME. Not that when I call my parents and he’s visiting and I hear him in the background my whole heart just leaps in my chest because he’s my favorite person in the whole of persondom. I mean, if you wanted just an EXAMPLE. Of my excitement. That’s all.
His mom emailed me to tell me that I might see him this month (NOT THAT I AM AT ALL EXCITED ABOUT THAT SQUEE) and this was in her email (sorry, K., totally stealing you verbatim from your email, couldn’t help it, too damn cute):
Have you heard what he wants to be when he grows up?
“Mommy, I want to be a fire station when I grow up and fight people”.
“Do you mean you want to be a firefighter and help fight fires”?
“No mommy I don’t want to fight fires I want to fight PEOPLE “!!!!
So apparently, The Nephew is going to be a building when he grows up, and also maybe an ultimate fighter. I like that a lot. Those are lofty goals, my little buddy. LOFTY. Although I don’t know if I’m on board with the ultimate fighter thing, because if anyone hit him in the ring I’d be getting in the ring all crazy-eyed and, “WTF??? Did you just smack THE NEPHEW? Who the hell do you think you ARE? That is NOT ALLOWED MISTER.” Then the referee would have to remove me. And probably his opponent would be crying shame-tears. So probably The Nephew’s career would not be getting off to a stellar start, you know?
Also, my parents took him to Ash Wednesday mass last week, and that’s the mass (in case some of you are not Catholic babies like I am, or just not aware of the fun of Ash Wednesday, where you totally get DOOR PRIZES) where you go up at one point in the service and get ashes on your forehead as a sign of mourning and repentance and to mark the first day of Lent. So the priest put ashes on my dad’s forehead, and my dad was holding The Nephew, and the priest put ashes on The Nephew’s little wee forehead, and The Nephew looked at my dad’s forehead, and realized that he, too, had black smut on HIS head, and said, right out loud, “I don’t want DIRT on my FACE!” Seriously, I don’t know how people dealing with him on a regular basis aren’t constantly cracking up in inappropriate places, like church. I’d be cracking up regularly. He’s just about the funniest to me. Plus, you have to be aware he doesn’t even KNOW he’s funny. He says these things with a little serious-face. It’s the best. Also, apparently he’s very stubborn and “I do it MYSELF!”-y, so when I told my mom it’s obvious that he has some of my DNA in there, she sighed and said, “Yes, apparently so, poor kid.” POOR KID? That is LUCKY. That is the BEST. He’s like a PIONEER with his self-reliance. Yes, yes, it will also totally get him in trouble with THE MAN, no doubt, sorry about that, Nephew, but keep in mind your aunt will always be the most proud! And will always have bail money, if necessary! And band-aids! And just remember – you can still be valedictorian, even if you chuck your calculator at your physics teacher’s head and make him bleed because he locked you outside in an ice storm and watched you get soaked through the window by the door, laughing, because he wanted to “see what you looked like in a wet t-shirt.” THIS REALLY HAPPENED I AM NOT EVEN JOKING AND I WAS TOTAL SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLD JAILBAIT. Also, if your physics teacher ever says this to you, Nephew, please come talk to me. I know some places we can bury the body. NO ONE HAS TO KNOW. JUST BETWEEN US KIDDO.
So, there’s the haps on The Nephew front. In short, he really is just the best thing.
Let’s see, what else is shaking. Oh, in case you’re NOT obsessed with my comments like I am, Andreas has chosen an official moniker, and will henceforth be known as the official Lucy’s Football Science Fellow. Which I like very much. Doesn’t it sound mega-classy? I think there should be a badge or something that goes with that. How do all of you people make those fancy badges, anyway? I think you’re all magic, I don’t know how you do that shit.
OH SNAP. I totally FIGURED THAT SHIT OUT. Also? I totally know how to make LOLcats now. LOOK OUT INTERWEBS. (PS, I am not in love with that graphic. I WILL TRY HARDER NEXT TIME ANDREAS.)
Oh, also, Andreas does not know what Twizzlers are! You GUYS! Don’t you think it’s totally a travesty? Andreas, these are Twizzlers: 
(They aren’t even CALLING them licorice anymore, have you all noticed this? Candy twists. This is just sad. Maybe they never called them licorice, I don’t know. I always call them licorice. Don’t you all call them licorice?)
They’re LIKE licorice, like, they’re the CONSISTENCY of licorice, but really they’re sugar and taste like fake strawberry. DELICIOUS fake strawberry. They also come in black licorice flavor but I hate that so I haven’t tried those. And I think weird other flavors. Like at one point I’m pretty sure I saw “super sour Twizzlers” and that made me disgusted. But I don’t believe in anything except regular red Twizzlers. They’re excellent road trip food. But I think if you’re used to regular licorice that tastes like licorice, you’d hate Twizzlers and curse America for being weird, Andreas.
I noticed on my nasal spray today that it says, in HUGE letters, that it’s only for internasal use. ONLY FOR INTERNASAL USE. In huuuuuge letters. Shit, because I was totally douching with it, and wondering why it wasn’t working, you know? But then I thought, no, no, they NEED to put that shit on there, because one time at the answering service someone called and said they’d been…um…inserting? Their birth control pills? In their…lady bits? And just, a few days later, realized what oral meant? And wanted to know if they were going to get pregnant. NO I AM NOT KIDDING. I know. I KNOW.
Oh! Oh, and, I meant to put this here but totally got distracted by something shiny, I don’t know, leftover Christmas tinsel, could have been anything, really. Here is a STORY I told the INTERWEBS that is like a mini-blog post. It is because my lovely Twitter friends Cara and Jim admired my Audioboo poetry I put up earlier in the week, but wanted to hear my REAL voice, not my calm intellectual poetry-ready voice. And listen, I’m happy to oblige. I think you all should hear what a normal conversation with me sounds like, right? I mean, it’s only fair.
So here is an almost-three-minute story of a ghost dog, only there really are no ghosts in it. That’s a misleading description. It is an aural representation of a blog post. AURAL, I said, get your minds out of the gutter, that’s AU-aural, not the OTHER kind, Ding Dong Joe. YES. This is me in real life. I mean, when I’m happy. Obviously, when I’m pissed off, I don’t run around telling happy funny stories about ghost-dogs or the lack thereof. Rich mentioned on his blog that he used to date someone who went off on tangents a lot in high school. Rich, I think this will give you pleasant high-school flashbacks. If I do nothing else today, I gave Rich a nice high-school flashback. That’s nice, right? Sure it is. Sure thing.
(Also, YES, sometimes when I am telling a story, people say, “Amy, AMY, please, get to your point,” or they sigh and hold their head like they’re getting a migraine, or they look at their watch pointedly. But seriously, THINK HOW BORING LIFE WOULD BE IF WE ALL STUCK TO THE POINT ALL THE TIME. I don’t want to live in that world. Do you? Think of how bored you would be. The MOST, is how, don’t even try to deny it.)
OK. This has been EXHAUSTING and ALL OVER THE BOARD so I’m just going to wind it all up in a little ball and call it a day. Happy weekend! I’m seeing TWO PLAYS this weekend, no joke, this is just going to be the best. AND I will still have blog posts, don’t EVEN worry your pretty little heads! (Autocorrect just turned that into pretty little beads. Pretty little beads? What the hell, autocorrect, that’s not even a THING.)
Happy weekend happy weeeeekend!
March 2nd, 2012 at 12:49 pm
I love the ghost of Noonie story! 100% more how I imagined your voice and questioning intonation. Love it! Fess up…redbull or espresso?
Thanks for the linkback! My 1st ever. sniff.
Amy, Amy
She’s the Best
If she can’t blog it
No one can!
Wait….are cheers supposed to rhyme? Never mind then.
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March 3rd, 2012 at 12:07 am
First linkback? I WIN FIRST LINKBACK! Yay!
You’re not going to believe me? But NEITHER Red Bull or espresso. I am sensitive to caffeine, and it triggers migraines (even though in 99% of people, it helps ameliorate the symptoms – of COURSE I’m the 1%, when it DOESN’T COUNT) and so I had to stop drinking coffee and (sniff!) my beloved Mountain Dew.
IT’S ALL ME, RICH.
I know, right? I KNOW. It’s kind of insane, and also a little scary. That’s me NOT on any energy-enhancing drugs. Also, it was almost bedtime and I was exhausted.
I’m just hyper all day long, and then I crash for 5-6 hours, then I’m right back to it. I’m exhausting to be around, really.
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March 2nd, 2012 at 1:08 pm
I have decided to create a cartoon in your honor. I will post it on my “other” blog.
It will be my “comment” to you on this blog.
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March 2nd, 2012 at 2:09 pm
http://yourfaceismyblog.blogspot.com/2012/03/commenting-blog-post-with-blog-post.html
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March 3rd, 2012 at 12:02 am
This is the BEST THING EVER MADE. Everyone click this link. No, seriously. I’m just going to blog it and make you all click it another time. CLICK IT. It’s a CARTOON ABOUT ME. And it is AWESOME.
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March 3rd, 2012 at 12:19 am
This is seriously awesome. And it describes Amy perfectly. The Tan Gents are fantastic.
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March 3rd, 2012 at 8:55 pm
Isn’t it the best? I loved it so much I laughed, then got a little teary. No one ever made me a cartoon before!
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March 3rd, 2012 at 12:04 am
IT IS THE BEST.
It made my day. Seriously. That, and also Ken posted photos of Ella and Louis, and I saw an amazing play.
FRIDAY WAS FULL OF WIN.
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March 2nd, 2012 at 1:33 pm
“Which, in retrospect is totally me now so…SHIT!”
I thought I was going to die laughing.
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March 3rd, 2012 at 12:03 am
Hee! Yay! It totally is. She used to drive around, and see strangers, and be all, “Oh, that woman’s probably a senator’s wife, but he’s cheating, so she’s scatterbrained, that’s why her socks don’t match” or whatever. I totally do that now. I used to think it was insane. Now I realize it was just the most fun and I should have joined in.
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March 2nd, 2012 at 2:22 pm
I…. I think I have a need to kick your physics teacher’s ass. SERIOUSLY?
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March 3rd, 2012 at 12:01 am
He was disgusting and the worst. He also told me that “girls can’t do physics; their minds aren’t capable of comprehending it.” He got in legal trouble for pedophilia a few years later. Here is my shocked face. Oh, wait, I can’t show it to you because I don’t have one, so non-existent is my shock.
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March 3rd, 2012 at 8:14 am
You know, I don’t think there’s anything positive that people like that can contribute to society. I really don’t. I try to see the tiny spark of good in anybody but . . . nope.
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March 3rd, 2012 at 8:53 pm
Yeah, he was repulsive. No doubt about it. At least I got to throw a calculator at his head. That gives me a little comfort.
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March 2nd, 2012 at 4:33 pm
I am very honoured and modestly accept the moniker of official Science Fellow of the Lucy’s Football blog! Thank you Amy for this promotion and its truly.. erm.. indescribable badge!
I would also like to take this opportunity to thank my family for allowing me to become the truly annoying know-it-all I am today. It wouldn’t had been possible without their support. Thank you! Thank you! I love you all! I.. You.. *sobs loudly and runs off stage*
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March 3rd, 2012 at 12:00 am
I’m making a new badge. I’m not loving that at all. Next time – BETTER BADGE.
You can totally use this honor the next time you’re applying for a job, or even just in conversation. I think it will go a loooong way.
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March 2nd, 2012 at 4:43 pm
I wikipediaed Twizzlers after reading your blog and we do have similar red licorice confectionary in Europe as well, although it’s not called Twizzlers.
And you’re right, it’s not licorice, but it’s made in the same way as they make licorice sweets (i.e. sugar, flour, gum arabicum and beeswax). The licorice root flavouring has been replaced with strawberry or raspberry flavouring instead.
I don’t mind red licorice, but I prefer proper manly salty licorice: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salty_liquorice Om nom nom!
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March 2nd, 2012 at 11:59 pm
I have to check out that European sweets store one of these days and see if they have salty licorice. Just to try it once. I’m trepidacious, but for YOU, Andreas, anything.
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March 3rd, 2012 at 6:36 am
Heh heh, she said, ‘trepidatious.’
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March 3rd, 2012 at 8:55 pm
Oh, we have not even scratched the SURFACE of my beautiful long poetic word knowledge.
OBSTREPEROUS.
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March 2nd, 2012 at 5:37 pm
The fact that you threw the calculator at the pervy teacher’s head hard enough to make him bleed means that you are 100 times more kick-ass than I thought you were.
Thanks for having a blog that makes me laugh rather than piss me off!
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March 2nd, 2012 at 11:59 pm
Yay! And thank YOU for reading!
That teacher got in legal trouble for pedophilia a few years later. He was a jackoff perv. Also, I totally got sent to the principal’s office for assault for the calculator situation, but the principal and my grandfather were BFFs and I didn’t even have to explain the situation (I probably couldn’t have articulated, anyway – SO FURIOUS) – he just took one look at me and said, “Oh, Amy. Stop throwing things at people.” And laughed. I loved him to bits.
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March 2nd, 2012 at 8:05 pm
I’ve had twizzlers. There are TOTALLY better versions of them here (within the British Isles, for the sake of inclusion) They generally get called Strawberry Whips and are about 3 feet long. MUCH better flavo(u)r!
I always hated Ash Wednesday! STUPID DIRT ON MY HEAD! I’m totally with THE NEPHEW on this (not that I’m still one of the flock but…grrr, stupid black smudge).
You’re like Billy Connolly, always going off on tangents. But the world is full of tangents. Some people dislike Mister Connolly, I love him. Hilarious!
I was all for the physics demonstration upon the physics teacher before, but now I’m even more in favor of it! PERV! He deserved more than he got.
A building that fights people…I hope he never becomes an architect or we could all be doomed DOOOOMED!!!
GHOST OF NOONIE!!!!
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March 2nd, 2012 at 11:54 pm
That physics teacher was the worst. He got in some legal trouble a few years later. Something about an underage girl in the driver’s ed car. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy hearing that. (Not for the GIRL. I felt AWFUL for the girl. But hearing he’d probably not be teaching again gave me joy.)
Ooh, maybe The Nephew’s going to become that Transformer from the movie “Big” that Tom Hanks’ character was all, “no one wants a BUILDING Transformer!”
Hee, good old ghost of Noonie.
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March 3rd, 2012 at 6:38 am
I’m still scheming about how I can let your brother know that we *know* about the ghost of Noonie.
My best option at this point is skywriting.
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March 3rd, 2012 at 8:53 pm
NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOO.
You’re giving me an ULCER.
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