Confession: I Name Things

Remember when you were little and you had that stuffed animal, or blanket, or whatever thing you always carried around or slept with? I had a white monkey called Neemee. I can't remember where I came up with that name, or even if I ever spelled it out...but we had some good times.

Since then, I've had a tendency to name things.

Lots of people name their car, so that's not really too out of the norm, right? My first car (a van) didn't have a name...that I know of. "Red" was a Ford Taurus that matched her name. After that I had "The Periwinkle Pleaser," a newer Taurus with smoother lines that I later sold to my sister. Now I have a Toyota Prius, "The Magnet." I swear, I'll never buy a new car again. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but it attracts moving things to it like crazy. (No, it's not my driving. I had the car for a week before someone side swiped it while parking.)

And I still name stuffed animals.

But naming my car and stuffed animals isn't where it stops:

Bart the Whale Necklace - Bartholomew Sunkist, the 3rd, used to live with Leonora. Now he lives with me and talks about how much he misses her and his cousins. You can find a couple of them in her shop.

He's from New York. I gain gangsta status just being in his presence.

Spike the Blow Fish Alarm Clock - He came to live with me in high school and has done well in a position many before him couldn't handle.

There are others that wouldn't pose for photos:

Melvin the Turtle Magnet from Cozumel.

George the Gecko on my cell phone screen.

Reginald (Reggie) my macbook.

Anyway, you get the idea...I name things. No big deal, right?

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Midge