Sha na na N

Hey, I still have an alphabet to complete. After b0mbing April’s NaBloPoMo, I left you hanging with ‘M.’ At this rate, I should pull ‘Z’ into the station (crash!) around mid-December.

What does ‘N’ do for me? Aside from driving me absofreakinlutely bonkers when coupled with ‘O’ coming out of Gab’s mouth a bazillion times an hour. (have i told you that she’s marched into tantrum town with her drama-queen spurs clicking the pavement and trigger-happy guns a’ blazing? someone…please…hold me)

Letter de Leo Reynolds

• Neuro – Be it neurobiology, neuropsychology, neuropimpology, I love all things neuro. My favorite organ is the brain. What? Don’t you have a favorite organ? (besides the obvious) They really should start asking first-graders to list their favorite organ alongside their favorite color and number. Brain, purple, and 7, Ms. J.
  • I’ll always give myself a sharp whack across the back of the head for not completing my Ph.D. in neurobiology. While I’d probably still be sitting here doing the same thing (currently in my underwear listening to ethan chirp through the baby monitor, glancing over at alani kickin’ it in the bouncy chair, and wondering when everyone else in the house is going to wake) and that degree would just be a fancy piece of paper taking up space in the closet alongside the other useless fancy pieces of paper, it still bugs me. Chips ahoy, let’s not get into how my mom felt about the whole graduate school departure! I took away her bragging rights, “My daughter is a BRAIN SCIENTIST!”
  • Like I was saying…the brain and its noodly nerves are where it’s at. Two turntables and gooey brain.

• Never Never Land – Ok. Now, I’m getting down right silly. Bear with me. ::roar:: I just had to throw this in to illustrate the mega-imagination I had as a kid (and add more length to my ‘n’ list). As I was usually by myself, I lived in my imaginary worlds (not to the point of being cooky-crazy unhealthy, at least not in my cooky-crazy head) and was especially fond of Peter Pan’s Never Never Land (um yeh, that’s christopher cross’s never never land linked, not peter pan’s…you have to endure lots of sailing to get there…let me suggest some dramamine®). A land where you never grow up and stay a kid forever? Who’s on board? I would, at the very least, like to vacation there once a year.

• Norwegian Wood – The song, not the presidential candidate. No matter your interpretation of the lyrics, something about the ditty soothes me. Maybe the pyro at the end? Lighting fire to some cheap a$$ flimsy wood seems quite therapeutic.

• Nutella® – I can’t go a letter without dropping some sugary sweet item in the list, can I?
  • I don’t chug chocolate syrup by the gallon, but I will don my cocoa-y glutton attire to scarf down a jar of this chocolate hazelnut spread. While it’s fine smeared on a slice of bread, I especially enjoy dipping graham crackers or Nilla® (another ‘n’) wafers in the jar. Yum, Nutella®. (they should hire me for commercials)