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gfrancieMost people know my highly opinionated opinions on what people name their children. I don't mind creativity I just don't like insanity. I am sure the governor of Alaska is a very nice woman who has done a lot of good things for her state (I understand she is very well-liked there) and I bet she is devoted to her children and family like any other Mother; but when you go around naming your children Track, Bristol and Trig? Well you lose some of my confidence. (but again this is not about politics and we don't need to discuss that in my livejournal thank you...people)
I just want to get out my smacky stick and tell some people, "NO! You do not get to name your child Cheeto or spell your child's name Ahlixsandur, because that is not done. Now stop that." Celebrities seem to have this problem. I don't know why. But they do. Thankfully the vast majority of my friends don't seem to have this problem. They all have good taste in what they name their children. What can I say, I never got over the girl I knew in school who named her first child Gattaca. "...she is a lovely looking child..."
Today I am making pot roast. I haven't made that in a very long time but I had a hankering for some serious meat. I think I also want to make some rice krispie treats.
As of late Senor Onion is very fond of the book Father Christmas Goes on Holiday. This is the sequel to the fantastic Raymond Briggs book Father Christmas. Briggs' Father Christmas is a faintly grumpy old man who says "bloomin'" a lot and rather enjoys whiskey and a good steak. I absolutely adore the books and Senor Onion seems awfully fond of the part of the 'Holiday' book where Father Christmas goes to Las Vegas and enjoys swimming. The sequel has Father Christmas pondering where he ought to go on Holiday while he is gardening and listening to Gardener's Question Time and he decides to go to France. He turns the sleigh/sledge into a caravan and flies to the French Countryside and eventually it is time to move on when he is recognized. Plus he eats too much rich food and ends up with a case of the trots. So he decides to go to Scotland because the water is more pure and they have whiskey. He enjoys eating and drinking and bird-watching but the cold weather and ice cold lakes get to him so he ends up in Las Vegas. Hot weather, good drinks served by half-naked girls and ketchup with his chips -a good time for Father Christmas. While it is a children's book, it is very enjoyable for adults as well. The little details are so entertaining.
Senor Onion is also a fan of a children's clothing catalogue that came in the mail earlier this week because there are pictures of babies in it. Ever since he saw![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thiscantbesoy's little girl he has been talking a lot about babies and pointing them out. He is mad about babies. Babies and kiwis. though the two are not related. If he could he would live on a diet of golden kiwis and crackers.
While it isn't raining today, it is rather windy. Windy and Sunny always make for an odd combination.
I just want to get out my smacky stick and tell some people, "NO! You do not get to name your child Cheeto or spell your child's name Ahlixsandur, because that is not done. Now stop that." Celebrities seem to have this problem. I don't know why. But they do. Thankfully the vast majority of my friends don't seem to have this problem. They all have good taste in what they name their children. What can I say, I never got over the girl I knew in school who named her first child Gattaca. "...she is a lovely looking child..."
Today I am making pot roast. I haven't made that in a very long time but I had a hankering for some serious meat. I think I also want to make some rice krispie treats.
As of late Senor Onion is very fond of the book Father Christmas Goes on Holiday. This is the sequel to the fantastic Raymond Briggs book Father Christmas. Briggs' Father Christmas is a faintly grumpy old man who says "bloomin'" a lot and rather enjoys whiskey and a good steak. I absolutely adore the books and Senor Onion seems awfully fond of the part of the 'Holiday' book where Father Christmas goes to Las Vegas and enjoys swimming. The sequel has Father Christmas pondering where he ought to go on Holiday while he is gardening and listening to Gardener's Question Time and he decides to go to France. He turns the sleigh/sledge into a caravan and flies to the French Countryside and eventually it is time to move on when he is recognized. Plus he eats too much rich food and ends up with a case of the trots. So he decides to go to Scotland because the water is more pure and they have whiskey. He enjoys eating and drinking and bird-watching but the cold weather and ice cold lakes get to him so he ends up in Las Vegas. Hot weather, good drinks served by half-naked girls and ketchup with his chips -a good time for Father Christmas. While it is a children's book, it is very enjoyable for adults as well. The little details are so entertaining.
Senor Onion is also a fan of a children's clothing catalogue that came in the mail earlier this week because there are pictures of babies in it. Ever since he saw
thiscantbesoy's little girl he has been talking a lot about babies and pointing them out. He is mad about babies. Babies and kiwis. though the two are not related. If he could he would live on a diet of golden kiwis and crackers.While it isn't raining today, it is rather windy. Windy and Sunny always make for an odd combination.
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Date: 2008-08-29 11:07 pm (UTC)http://blog.wired.com/27bstroke6/2008/08/john-mccain-pic.html
Terrible! Also the other things about being anti-choice and firing people she doesn't like.
And her kids remind me of that line from Cat On a Hot Tin Roof: "Sounds like four dogs--and a parrot!"
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Date: 2008-08-29 11:14 pm (UTC)I am the lorax! I speak for the. . .polar bears.
Anyway, If she's getting knocked up at 43, who knows when she'll stop? P.E., AP Physics and Remedial English are still available.
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Date: 2008-08-30 04:06 pm (UTC)And OMG she can't be that old???
That means I am old too.
Old old old. Scuse me I need a breakfast chardonnay.
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Date: 2008-09-04 10:41 pm (UTC)How about Work House for a boy and Marmite for a girl?
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