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How to Name Your Nugget

First of all–new look to the blog.  You dig?  🙂

Alright, so yesterday in my rant about dead barn cats, I promised to talk about what should go into naming your nugget.  And for those of you who are confused, nuggets are children–from the infant stage to about 3 years old.

But you’re not naming a 3-year-old!  You’re naming infant nuggets, right?  So how do you go about it?  How can you pick the right name?  Is there a right name?  I’m having a panic attack and I’m not even pregnant.

There’s so much to think about–so here’s my advice when picking out a name for your nugget:

Think about whether you really like the name, or it’s a fad. I can’t stand these people naming their children “Bella” and “Edward” simply because they’re Twilight fans…plus, I can’t think of a guy who would let them happen, but apparently, and sadly, it happens.  I was named after Susan Lucci’s character Erica Kane on All My Children...  Ha ha thanks, Ma.  But don’t name them after a fad!  Even if their generation won’t know what the heck movie you are talking about.

Will the name be easy to make fun of?  Because if it is possible to make an mean joke about a name, kids will do it.  And while the possibility of a mean name isn’t a reason to ditch a name completely, it has to be something you think about.

Will the kid have a nickname?  If you name your kid Maximillian, chances are he’s going to be called “Max”.   Think about the ways that the name can be abbreviated…and if you want to start your family and friends calling the kid a nickname.  My very wonderful Jenny’s name isn’t Jenny at all.  In fact, it’s Jean–but very few people call her that.  Think about it!

How will it sound with a middle name that you may be obligated to use?  Middle name, first name, sometimes you just have to pay homage to a relative.  Sometimes that’s good, sometimes that’s bad.  Regardless, think about this.

How will it sound with the kid’s last name?  That’s important!  Even if you like the name Robert, it may not be smart to name a kid Robert Roberts.  See my second point.

What does the name mean…and does that actually have an affect on what the kid is like?  I’m torn on this.  I watch Legends of the Fall and think, “I’m so naming my son ‘Tristan.'”  But then I see kids named Tristan that are the complete opposite of tough–in fact, they’re pretty wimpy.  And I want a tough little boy!  Unfortunately, I don’t think the meaning of a name really changes how a kid acts or grows up–unless the kid is constantly made fun of for the name.

My name means “honorable ruler.”  I like to think I’m honorable…but I’m not sure I can say I’m a ruler.  I do think that name meanings are cool, though, and sometimes knowing what your name means really does make you want to embody that.

So that’s what I’ve got for you on naming your nuggets.  With that said, I already have my children named.  And no–I won’t tell you what they are because you preggers will steal them. 😉

Cheers!  And let me know what you think of the new bloggity!


Posted by on April 3, 2012 in Raising My Youngins


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My Favorite Parts of the Body-Female and Male

Well, I did my least favorite parts of the body.  I ought to address my favorites.  You can go ahead and call me sexist now, because I appreciate far less on the female body than I do on the male body.  Or maybe it’s because I’m just wildly attracted to the male species.

So we’ll start with chicks:

Because I do not look at the details of females, these will be more of an overview:
•  The general silhouette of women is pretty.  I like the hips, I like the dips, and I think that if a woman lies on her side, she generally looks like the hills in the Appalachian Mountains.  It’s very natural to me.
•  I can always appreciate a good, shiny head of hair.
•  …that’s it.  It’s not that I don’t find women beautiful; it’s just that I’d rather spend my time oggling men.  They are far more intriguing to me.

But men on the other hand?  MEN?!  Well I could just go on and on.  I suppose the best way to do this would be to approach it in the way that I look at men.  So let’s set this up.  I’m sitting at a patio bar, and the sun is shining and there’s a cool westerly wind.  The margarita tastes divine and I’m feelin’ good in my skin.  And then he walks in.

Of course I covertly give him a once over.  At that point, I go for the hands.

•  Hands I do this for multiple reasons.  First of all, if I end up dating this guy, those are the hands he’s going to be using to hold my hand, to move the hair out of my face, and a few other things, so they’ve gotta be good hands.  What constitutes as good hands?  Strong ones.  Ones that aren’t lotioned and lathered, but callused and rough.  Thick fingers, short fingernails, and some scars are always a nice addition.  The point is that good man hands demonstrate work and ability.  They can withstand struggles and move mountains.  I respect dirt and oil that is permanently in the creases of their palms, and I even forgive dirt under the fingernails.  It’s just so hot.  I also look to see if there’s a wedding ring.  While it’s unintentional and DARN sexy, I do respect marriage and will immediately discount him.

•  Height Height is important to me.  It’s shallow, and it makes me a bitch (I’m not doing so well at the not cussing bit)?  So be it.  It’s not exactly a body part, but it’s a culmination of body parts–long legs, long arms, long torso, just HEIGHT.

•  Shoulders Broad broad broad.  Broad enough to support weight and bulk.  I’ve seen men in my life lug bags of salt down the steps to the water softener, carry luggage, children, barrels, kegs, adults, ME.  I’ve been carried over broad shoulders, and I’m not bean pole.  To me, broad shoulders signify strength and courage.  I don’t know why they resemble courage, just roll with it.  If you’ve ever tried to settle your head on a not-broad shoulder, you know how unsatisfying it is.  To lie down in the crook of a mine’s arm, put your head onto his shoulder and fall asleep…well that’s just one of the things heaven is made of.

Jawline A strong jawline says a lot about a man.  Again, it’s a strength thing.  A prestige thing.  A man with a strong jawline eats jerky and speaks his mind.  He defends others.  He gets angry, and diffuses it by gritting his teeth.  I love seeing a man work his jaw when he’s trying to change a tire or raise a barn.

Beard This kind of goes with jawline, but I am completely into a man who has the ability to grow a beard.  This does not mean I want Paul Bunyan kissing me goodnight, but I do require a little scruff.  My boyfriend has a goatee, and if he doesn’t have an important meeting for a job interview, he lets that five o’clock shadow grow for a couple days.  And I couldn’t be more grateful.  Something about kissing someone with stubble that reminds you, “Hey, you’re with a man.”

•  Chest hair Which leads me to chest hair.  It’s not a requirement, but it sure gets you major bonus points.  And men who are out there shaving or waxing your chests–QUIT IT.  If you can’t grow chest hair, it’s cool.  It wasn’t in your genes.  But if you can, by God let that forest GROW!  If I wanted to date someone who shaved more than his face, I’d date a woman.

Smile I’m a sucker for a crooked smile.

Eyes For leering eyes, the kind that can give you chills from across the room.

•  Butt Most men don’t have them, but when they do, mmhmm.  That’s part of the reason I go to baseball games.

•  Long hair… Mike is going to get so annoyed with me for putting this one on here…seeing as he doesn’t have really long hair.  He did at one time, and if I can scrounge up some files of Mike’s old hair, I will gladly post them.  The long hair thing isn’t a necessity either, but there’s something wild about a man who’ll let it grow like that.  Something untamed that just begs for me to make him fall in love with me.   (Sorry for the influx of Brad Pitt here at the end, but he’s a mighty fine example of everything I love–especially in Legends of the Fall.)

What revs you up?


Posted by on April 11, 2011 in Daily Happenings


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