These past few weeks have been chock full o’ busy. After being away for a week pet/house sitting, going on vacation two weeks ago, and being out of town these past few days with Emily and my mom, I feel a bit like Nellie Bly must have felt after she circumnavigated the globe in a mere seventy two days. Except I never left the Pennsylvania border states. And I most certainly did not travel with only one single dress and a bag of toiletry essentials tied around my neck, OH MY HEAVENS NO.
I have a feeling Nellie and I would have a very different definition of what constitutes “essential.” For example, I’m willing to bet that her bag of necessities did not contain lavender sea salt body scrub, Milani 3-D Glitzy Glamor Lip Gloss in Fashion Diva, or a bottle of organic cold pressed castor oil for a once weekly facial application to ensure clear, radiant skin.
However, I do think that the kinship I feel for Nellie could perhaps explain why a few weeks ago I suddenly started saying, “Sweet Nellie Bly!” in an exclamatory fashion when something was shocking/funny/exciting. The first time I heard it come out of my mouth, I even surprised myself. And then I couldn’t. stop. saying. it. The next morning I decided to do a little research because SURELY it had to be an already established saying and somehow I just picked up on it, since prior to that day I had thought about Nellie approximately zero times in the last decade.
I went to Google, typed in “sweet Nellie Bly,” and do you know what came up? Nothing. Not one result of those three words being in the same category as “oh my goodness” or “wow!” I have since stopped saying it, because, WEIRD. Although now that Nellie and I are practically BFFs, it might be a good time to reintroduce it to my lexicon.
Last night seemed like the first time in a long time that I wasn’t packing for/unpacking from a trip, so I spent the evening the way millions of people all over the world only dream of. Introducing Emily to Madonna’s version of “Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina.”
(The truth is…I neeeeeeeee-ver left youuuuu.)
I felt it was part of my duty as a big sister. I also decided I need to add that to my regular reportoire of songs, which so far is limited to Meatloaf’s "I Would Do Anything for Love," Whitney Houston’s "I Wanna Dance With Somebody," and Celine’s “It’s All Coming Back,” complete with sound effects. Once in a while I throw in Michael Bolton’s “How Can We Be Lovers If We Can’t Be Friends?” because I appreciate a vocalist who can ask the hard hitting questions.
The audience for my singing is typically my mom, sister, or Matt. I bet they’ll be thrilled with my new addition. Of course the alternative is that they will wish they were Nellie Bly, halfway across the world.
I’m hoping for the former.