And thanks, Shelia, for breaking the peace!!! (I'd link to ya, baby, but that part of my tool bar is still bye bye...)
Anyway, I tag anyone who wants to do this...from what I understand, it's name poetry with your middle name... as Amy Lane I have no middle name--I was going to do a thing where you all helped me make up a middle piece for my pen name, and we can still do that, but for now, I'll do my real middle name.
My Aunt Teresa is a pretty incredible person. She has various personal ailments...but I only know them by whispers in the house because her sheer force of personality and wonder has left any physical problems in the dust of her charisma. I love her (and my Aunt Monica and my Uncle Phil and his wonderful wife Barb) to little tiny pieces, but the reason I bring up Teresa is because I was named after her--but not exactly after her. My mom was probably just as leery of saddling a young-un w/family history in a moniker as I've been, so I got the modified version. No one can ever pronouce it right, but it's just 'Teresa' without the 'a'.
Tag, I'm it:
T--Tired. (Four kids and two jobs...yeah, it figures.)
E--Emotional (ya think? I mean, you've been on the emotion coaster w/me, y'all, I think that word works...)
R--Rotten (at housekeeping and cooking and generally to the core:-) Either that or "Riffing, Rhyming, or Ribald..." take your pick.
I--Irrational (Did I mention my 3 star review? Do you want me to get started? No. You don't. Why? Because I'm a total nutjob and I need to be ignored. Yes. This one works.)
C--Clueless. (Seriously--have you ever felt like the world got the really sophisticated George Cukor joke, and you were still laughing at someone's striped socks?
E--Easily Entertained. (Hyuk hyuk... striped socks...hyuk. And knitting.)
So, that's me-- Amy TERICE Lane... Or whatever you want my middle name to be... if anyone has a good idea for that, btw, I'm open to suggestions.
(btw? It was a gorgeous day to watch Chicken's soccer team lose... but lots of time outsde--very lovely. Oh yes--Chicken is in the middle of using my MacBook in the way in which it deserves to be used--she's putting together a movie of snapshots...to Simon and Garfunkle's "The Zoo". Why that song, you ask? Because The Cave Troll was demanding a song about animals on the way home the other day. We had to stop and get Chicken from school, and I think he wanted me to sing Old MacDonald, but see 'Clueless' from above, so I had her look that song up on the old ipod. She loved it--it made her day. Howzzat for teachin yer kid kulcher?)