Dear Mom and Dad,
Thank you for not naming me Bristol.
Love,
Chorus.
Pitchin' In
12 years ago
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WH: WonderHubby, the man of my dreams, my best friend and co-conspirator. A professional choral conductor. He got me hooked on golf.
Baby Bird: Our totally nifty baby girl.
Mama Cat: A jet-black, three year-old Bombay Siamese beastie who takes up almost all of my side of the bed, and demonstrates intense neediness frequently. Likes to have her ears scratched.
Baby Cat: Her daughter, a more traditional Siamese-coloured cat, now almost two years old. Purrs like a locomotive, sheds all over everything, takes up the rest of my side of the bed.
Maternal Unit: My mum, an Anglican priest here in Prairie City. Smart, funny and brave.
Eldest Brother: My biggest brother, an archaeologist, and an all-around nifty fellow. Taught me all about sports.
Middle Brother: Also my elder, but by not quite as much as EB. He works for our provincial government, doing neat things with disaster preparedness planning. He beat up the boys who were mean to me in elementary school.
Paternal Unit: My dad, who is a professional storyteller in another province far away.
And of course, there are others...
WH: WonderHubby, the man of my dreams, my best friend and co-conspirator. A professional choral conductor. He got me hooked on golf.
Baby Bird: Our totally nifty baby girl.
Mama Cat: A jet-black, three year-old Bombay Siamese beastie who takes up almost all of my side of the bed, and demonstrates intense neediness frequently. Likes to have her ears scratched.
Baby Cat: Her daughter, a more traditional Siamese-coloured cat, now almost two years old. Purrs like a locomotive, sheds all over everything, takes up the rest of my side of the bed.
Maternal Unit: My mum, an Anglican priest here in Prairie City. Smart, funny and brave.
Eldest Brother: My biggest brother, an archaeologist, and an all-around nifty fellow. Taught me all about sports.
Middle Brother: Also my elder, but by not quite as much as EB. He works for our provincial government, doing neat things with disaster preparedness planning. He beat up the boys who were mean to me in elementary school.
Paternal Unit: My dad, who is a professional storyteller in another province far away.
And of course, there are others...
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8 comments:
This just about made me pee my pants. LOL!
Seriously, I know a little girl named Talladega. I wish I was kidding, but unfortunately, I'm not.
Naming children after race tracks. Redneck. Yup, redneck.
very very good. :)
and your brothers, who didn't get names "Walker" and "T.R." = "Texas Ranger"....he he he
I like the name Willow...it seems so delicate and girly. They all have interesting/would-never-name-my-child-that names, though, don't you think? Track, Bristol, WIllow, Piper, and Trig. Really...Trig??
Yup, Julie, it's definitely an interesting collection.
Piper Palin? Really???
Track! what is that about!
and Bristol, all I can think about is cream sherry.
I present to you: the online Sarah Palin Baby Name Generator.
Had she been my mother, I would have been "Crust Scramble Palin."
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