What's in a name...

Well apparently a lot more thought than what my parents put into mine. My name is a compound of my grandmother's middle names which I do like now that I am older (try growing up with my country bumpkin name for a day or two it was not fun) and I adore my nickname which all of you are welcome to call me. Re. Isn't that cute and short???

Anyhooo on with this story which has nothing to do with where I am going with this.. one day my son realizes that my great grandfathers boat had a name very close to mine and tells my father.. Hey My mom was named after a boat! My dad being the comic that he is agrees with him and now everyone that my son could get to listen thinks I was named after a boat. Nice.

Today as pay back of rendering my name nothing more than something my parents read off of the boat I woke said son up at 6 am and told him to get dressed in long pants and tennis shoes we were OFF to take pictures! (wow I managed to tie this all together... I am quite shocked.)

We visited a couple of local cemeteries that were not quite as local as driving down 14 and screaming.. LOOK there is a cemetery lets stop. One actually required texted directions from a BFF who is not even in the state and I still got it wrong and had to stop and ask and another required not one set of instructions from my dad but TWO when I made a left in stead of a right and ended up in a wooded lot that had no markers. But alas we found them... and I am really glad we did because I learned a couple of things.

1. I have no sense of direction (I knew this but it was just once again brought to my attention)

2. It is fun to drag a kid along while trespassing while visiting local public cemeteries

3. There are many people who were much more imaginative than my parents when it came to giving names.

4. I am thinking that I can not pronounce some of these as it appears phonics was not taken into consideration during spelling.

5. I think I am now in LOVE with my name...

and without further ado... I give to you some of my findings of the day.

Oh wait one more thing... if any of these people are your family.. I am not making fun of them I swear, I am empathizing with the suffering they had to so obviously deal with at roughly age 7, and just to prove that MY family was definitely not immune to the naming without thinking sickness of the day.. soon I will post their names.

Obed? I can't even give you anything on this one without getting really bad.. I will leave this guy in peace.

Elkanah? Ok where in the stick can line up do you think this poor kid got picked? I took this one before I even realized that he had such a fun name.

I really wanna know if they were related..... but he got picked last too I am sure of it.

Beuna .... do you think the V is for Vista?

Bet he got called Ru....

This one I got nothing but.. Dude looked at me and said.. Mom I didn't realize that Pocahontas was buried in Mathews... and for pay back of the boat thing I said.. Well... you see it with your own eyes don't ya?? Let's see him have THAT conversation with his History teacher this year.

Balta? I hope she went by Lela which is a beautiful name.

This poor girl had no fall back.. Effie AND Maude??

Ok.. the only way I can figure this is pronounced is.. Whore... Tense... Can you imagine that kids nickname?? Hey Hor... poor kid.

I really need to go back and look at this one.. cause it LOOKS like Columbia lived to be 150 which can't be right..

Is there even anything that can be said about this?

Jehu? I am not even sure ..

Zadoc? I kinda like that one.. Now I have a name when I get to the Z in the alphabet other than Zeb.

Just in case any of you wondering how Sheddy Hodg got his name... and just so you know it was spelt Shedrack on his wifes tombstone. I got to see Sheddy today on his yellow bike..

Zipokah.. I really think that this lady was tired of having babies and was trying desperately to let her husband no of this by naming her children things he should take as hints.. Zipokah... do I have to explain??

And finally she had had Enogha! Ok it really says Enoch A... but it was funny...

And this poor kid.. how confused was he growing up.. Can you imagine that first PTA meeting..

This is my Parent Frances and my Other Parent Francis.

I can hear it in my head.. Ora Bora Ora Bora...

Finally Friday....

I'm Free Again

I got my motor running for a wild weekend

It's finally Friday I'm out of control

Forget the working blues and let the good times roll!

Well everyone it is FRIDAY!!!! Yippie so for some fun I thought I would give you some songs... with visual effect brought to you by Pictures from Paris!

My oldest son went to Paris in June and brought me back something that he could never have purchased in a store or learned in book. My son.. my beautiful son.. has the gift of the EYE! Now these pictures I am going to post today really have no Super Eye going on.. they are just pictures that when I saw them I thought of lyrics to songs so I thought I would post them for some fun. Soon I will post some of the greats he did... not that these aren't.. ok.. I am babbling.

Closer I am to Fine- Indigo Girls

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains

I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains

Theres more than one answer to these questions Pointing me in a crooked line The less I seek my source for some definitive (the less I seek my source) The closer I am to fine

The End- The Doors

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

Take me out to the ball Game- ?

Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks
I don't care if I ever get back
And it's root, root, root
for the home team
If they don't win, it's a shame

Dark Castle-Thunder Rider

Dark castle on unholy ground

Evil forces want to pull you down
Fires burning bright throughout the night
If you want to live, fight with all
your might.

My Killer My Shadow- Golden Earring

Any where you go - I will follow - I will follow
Everytime you call - I can hear you
My killer my shadow - where ever I go, you follow
Through the busy street - straight and narrow - wide and shallow

Octopus's Garden- The Beatles

We would sing and dance around

Because we know we can't be found

I'd like to be under the sea

In an octopus garden in the shade

Celebration of the Lizard- The Doors

Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake

The minister's daughter's in love with the snake

Who lives in a well by the side of the road

Wake up girl! We're almost home

I am the lizard king

I can do anything

Yellow Submarine- The Beatles

In the town where I was born

Lived a man who sailed to sea

He told us of his life

In the and of submarines

So we sailed on to the sun

Til we found the sea green

and we lived beneath the waves

In our yellow submarine (I love you for this one dad..... )

I have no idea what this post is even about...

You know sometimes they say you should not actually give the book a title until it is done? Today is one of those blog post.. I probably should not give it a title until it is done.

I have no idea where I am going with this or what pictures I will be posting to give this post some sort of depth.

I am having one of those days... weeks... months.. years... shit. Lives.

Everything just goes along about it's merry way for a while and then BLAM... life smacks me right in the face and all I can do at that time is sit down and say.. What the HELL was THAT???

I am feeling that way today... so around here when you feel like that.. the only thing there is to do is grab life by the balls and scream.." i got you.. I GOT YOU.. I GOT YOU.." and then it whimpers a time or two and says ok you win.

Then you do the Hokey Pokey ...

"You put your right foot in..."

"You put your right foot out..."

"You put your right foot in and you shake it all about..."

See I knew I should have waited to name this post.. New Title .. "Life Management"