For serious?

I have decided one thing for sure: 2011 has a sense of humor! Once again, when I said “bring it on 2011” I didn’t expect it to take me so seriously. As you can tell from the amount of time since my last post, I haven’t had time to write anything lately. Nana fell and broke her shoulder a few weeks ago and required round the clock care for the first 2 weeks. I stayed with her at night and lived out of my suitcase for a while, and completely neglected my house and kitties in the interim. I thought the girls took it quite well, but then Gabby woke me up one morning when I got back by slowly dragging her claws across my leg. Ouch, and point taken. Anyway, it’s been nice to be back at home and in my normal routine, which I’m trying to make include more frequent blog posts. How am I doing so far?

And now it’s time for the portion of our show that I like to call: random thoughts.

I’ve been working a lot the last few weeks on finishing my research project for my masters. A-l-m-o-s-t done. Like, literally 3 more days and then I’ll be done. I’m feeling a little bit accomplished and all that jazz so excuse me while I indulge a little bit in my accomplishment-ness.  It’s taken me 3 years to complete this degree, which is funny because it doesn’t seem like I started that long ago. I went to school while working a full time and part time job, and got way better grades than I did in undergrad when my job was going to school. So imagine my disappointment (or maybe you can’t, because you aren’t as neurotic as me) when I realize that I won’t graduate with top honors. From top to bottom there’s summa cum laude (aka super extra smart), magna cum laude (extra smart), and cum laude (smart). I graduated undergrad as laude-you’re-lucky so I really wanted to get the smarty pants honor cord this time. And as of right now I’m 0.033 points away from the super extra smart one. Do you know how much that bothers me??

Gabby and Izzy are up to something. I can’t figure out what, but I’m sure they are plotting against me. They are being way too good (especially considering I left them alone for 2 weeks) and Izzy especially is being way too friendly. More on that later; I just know something is going to happen.

I am slightly obsessed with the Royal Wedding (yes, capitalized; show some respect). Wills and Kate, Wills and Kate, I can’t get enough. AND it is going to be the best thing ever to finish my project Thursday night and watch wedding stuff all day Friday. I mean work on Friday and DVR all of the wedding stuff. Either way. Exciting stuff! (By the way, watching a lifetime movie about the courtship of William and Kate before bed will cause you to wake up in a panic thinking you are late for the wedding. Followed by dismay when you remember that you’re not invited.)

I am so excited thinking about the next few weeks to come. I’ve got my facebook back now, so I feel connected with the world again. Dance recital is coming soon and after that I’ll have my evenings back. And graduation is coming up, did I mention that is the same day as dance recital? Yeah. Go-go gadget be in two places at once. Anyway, I was thinking of all of these things on my way home the other day and as if on cue the song “1999” by Prince came on the radio. Why, don’t mind if I do party like it’s 1999. Cause I’m that excited. 

*update - no joke? in the time it took me to copy and paste this post from Word into my blog, Izzy launched herself from her snoozed position on the back of the couch into a lamp trying to chase a bug. The lamp is now on the floor, along with a coaster and picture frame.