The Meaning of a Name
Filed under: Fantasy Football, Mental Strain for Mama
After a long first week of school for all of us, we decided to grab a quick dinner at Friendly’s. We waited too long. Lil C was tired and beyond hungry. When she’s tired, look out. She has violent tendencies. She’ll pinch you and laugh while she does it. She gets whiny and miserable. Unfortunately, I’m always the one who has to sit beside her in the booth.
While trying to ignore the whining, Big I was telling us about her day at school. Her teacher had been paging through a book of names and telling them what their names mean. She went around the classroom and told Big I that her name means, "belongs to God." Although we knew the meaning of her name when we chose it, we didn’t know that we were giving her a very appropriate name for her personality. She is an angel, a total sweetheart. She also had that whole saintly experience last year. It was pretty amazing to us. She then went on to tell us that her teacher said that her own name means, "one who will never be married." Mr. BBM and I cracked up laughing. Clearly, the 2nd graders don’t get her humor. She’s an older single woman and she’s a riot.
At some point in the conversation, Big I asked us what Lil C’s name means. I laughed for a moment and then said, "Her name means prophetess of doom’." Big I almost spit her milk out her nose. Through her laughter she said, "What does that mean?"
"Well, it means ‘one who fortells or predicts bad things will happen." Big I threw her head back so hard from laughing that she smacked her head on the booth. Mr. BBM was laughing equally hard. It was contagious, so I was cracking up laughing too while Lil C sat there looking serious, perhaps as if she were about to predict doom.
We didn’t know it at the time, but we picked a near perfect name for Lil C as well. She is the little devil to Big I’s angel. She can predict doom because she’s usually the one causing it. The other night, she covered herself head to toe in baby powder, leaving little powder footprints all over the carpet upstairs and making herself look like a ghost. Two days before that, she ventured into my Mom’s room and loaded the toilet with toilet paper. She’s always finding a way to get into trouble.
Last night, as my parents were packing up to go on vacation, Lil C looked right at my Mom and said, "You’re going to die at the beach." I told her that wasn’t nice and asked her why she said that and she matter-of-factly said, "Mom-Mom, you’re going to die at the beach." I strongly discouraged my parents from taking their ocean kayak along after she said that and my Mom got a little panicky. It was kind of creepy, but I figured that Big I, with her fascination for all things morbid (like the dead mouse on the street in front of our new home), put her up to it.
Later last night, as I was drafting my fantasy football team, I thought maybe Lil C meant that fortelling for me. With a draft pick five out of eight, I was concerned about my team. Plus, I did no pre-season studying like I usually do. I simply haven’t had time. So, here’s my team:
QB: Donovan McNabb
QB: Matt Schaub
RB: Brian Westbrook
RB: Marion Barber
RB: Lendale White
RB: Jerious Norwood
WR: Reggie Wayne
WR: TJ Houshmandzadeh
WR: Santonio Holmes
WR: Nate Burleson
WR: Chris Chambers
TE: Kellen Winslow
TE: Ben Watson
D/ST: Chargers
K: Nick Folk
With the exception of Kellen Winslow, I don’t have a single player I had last year. Maybe this spells fantasy victory? I’ll have to see what my little prophetess of doom thinks.
Voting for the Hot Blogger Calendar ends on Sunday. Please click over and vote for me if you haven’t already. Thanks for all the votes and the plugs.
Exciting Day for the Ladies
I was feeling completely disenchanted with politics. This after I spent hours involved in the last two previous Presidential campaigns. I didn’t think I could get excited about a VP candidate. Today, that has all changed.
This is an exciting day for women everywhere and I couldn’t be happier. She’s a Mom of five kids (one of them a special needs child), a former sportscaster, a hockey player and potentially our next Vice President.
Congratulations to Sarah Palin! She just made my day. I’m officially excited about the election!
Because IT is ON
When I was first nominated for this calendar thing, I thought it was pretty funny. I’m a Mom of two girls. The most prominent picture of me on this blog is one in which I’m wearing a baggy gi. Being nominated was nice though, especially when one of the ladies commented here the other day and told me what the anonymous person who nominated me said about me. After giving birth, it’s nice to know you’ve still got it, at least a little bit anyway.
Once the voting started, I clicked on over there and was shocked to see that I was in the top 12. How on Earth did that happen? I’m not tech savvy. I have no robot that will vote for me 24/7. I only have my readers, my friends and my family (and trust me when I tell you that asking my Dad to vote for me for "Hot Blogger Calendar" was just not going to sit well with him so I didn’t bother to ask).
For those of you who know me personally, you know that I am one competitive girl. Mr. BBM and I are super competitive with each other about everything. I hate to lose. I must always win, whether it’s a game, a debate, or a competition.
So, I’m calling out all the stops and I’m giving you all the reasons you’ll need to go and vote for me and secure my spot in the top 12.
1. Girls in gi’s are hot (usually because we’re sweating but still, one can’t argue this point).
2. I can represent for karate girls everywhere. Forget these lingerie clad women; tough is hotter.
3. I doubt many other women have weapons they can bring to a photo shoot. Weapons are hot.
4. Garter belts may be hot; but an obi (karate belt) is hotter.
5. I used to have a dentist named Dr. "Hot"tenstein. No lie. Would I have had a dentist with that name if a spot in the top 12 wasn’t destiny?
6. There are many people on the internet who think feet are hot. Karate women don’t wear shoes. No shoes=hot.
7. I have quite a temper sometimes, a "hot" temper.
8. I recently went to the beach and stayed in a "hot"el. Uh-huh, that’s right. Would a not hot person stay in a "hot"el? I think not.
9. When I was a kid, I used to eat "red hots" so obviously part of my body composition is "hot." You are what you eat right?
10. Doesn’t the girl who did this deserve a spot in the hot 12?
Go and vote. You only have until September 1st to have your voice heard!
The Candy
This was our house at the beginning of this week:
This was Tuesday night:
We arrived last night at our house to find that many things had been delivered. I felt like a kid at Christmas. My jacuzzi tub was sitting in my garage along with my staircases.
My windows and doors are just waiting to be installed, skylights too. My front door, with the satin nickel sidelights (picture above), looks so cool. The box containing the soffit pieces and the boxes with my window heads are all there. Even some of the door levers have been delivered.
Inside, we found we were under a roof. While Mr. BBM and I checked that everything was straight and as it should be, the girls stood in the dining room window area and serenaded the neighborhood. I think Lil C is starting to get it, that this will really become our home soon.
The framing crew worked hard today to finish building the roof. Tar paper is installed on a third of the house and it won’t be long before our shingles are being delivered. It’s exciting. It’s like the jewelry of the house, the candy for the new homeowners; and I am getting more and more excited every day.
On an unrelated note, I have remained in the top 12 for the Hot Blogger Calendar contest and I want to thank all of you so much for all of your votes. Voting continues until August 31st, so if you haven’t yet voted, please go throw another one in my direction, because every calendar needs a picture of a girl in a gi.
Freshman are Freshman are Freshman
I arrived this morning on campus shaking like a leaf. I was the exact same way on my first day of teaching high school freshman many years ago. My class started at 8 a.m. and I was approaching the classroom at 7:50 a.m. this morning. Because my schedule was switched only days ago, my room was also changed. I walked right past my room because it was full. That class had to already be in progress, right? No one is going to be at least 10 minutes early to an 8 a.m. class right?
Wrong.
I walked past the room, stopped and walked backwards and peeked in. I walked in completely dazed and confused and said, "Are you all here for Composition class?" They nodded in agreement.
"What?!? Didn’t anyone tell you people that when you have an 8 a.m. college course, you’re supposed to arrive at 7:59 a.m.?"
They laughed and looked at me like I was nuts. If I made it to my 8 a.m. classes in college, it was with seconds to spare and only because I had slept in my clothes the night before. I shared that little piece of knowledge with them and then went searching for another table and more chairs. I have 24 students in this writing class. I’m going to have a lot of papers to grade.
By the time they were half way through their departmental assessment exam, I was feeling more relaxed. I allowed them to leave as soon as they were done and then prepared for my next course, which is a speech class. This class is smaller with only 19 students. I have many student athletes and some very interesting other students as well. The composition course will be a challenge to teach because of the subject manner. Making bibliographies interesting is next to impossible. The speech course’s challenges will come more from the students.
I had one guy try to sleep through the syllabus stuff. I called him out and he was bright eyed after that. I had another interesting young man who has been home-schooled his entire life. This is his first time in a classroom. My friend, Renovation Girl, told me that going back to teaching is like riding a bike and I think she is right. It felt mostly natural and I think it will be a good semester. It’s funny though. College freshman are just like 9th grade freshman, but in bigger packages. I thought they’d seem so grown up, but they’re just kids.
Either that or I’m getting older. Let’s go with the "just kids" scenario.
I’m hoping that the nerves I had today will be gone on Thursday when I go back for the second class. I’m also hoping that getting up that early starts to suck less. I am so not a morning person.
On another subject entirely, I haven’t been able to kick much butt or even pretend to since having ACL surgery. But apparently there are enough of you who want to support a woman making a fashion statement in a gi. I’m in the top 12 as of right now over at Hotbloggercalendar.com. I’m shocked, flattered, and realizing that you, my fantastic readers, totally rock (Like I didn’t already know this long ago). So, if you haven’t voted yet, please go cast your vote for me; and thanks a million to those who have already gone to cast a vote for women kicking butt in the martial arts everywhere. I think I need to start selling t-shirts that say "Girls in gi’s are hot."
And while I’m on the subject of "hot". . . there’s a hot new martial arts blog that I know you’ll want to check out. Ikigaiway.com is a site for all martial artists, written by a very dear friend and teacher of mine. His insights into the martial arts are always interesting and thought provoking. His blog header is reason alone to go and check him out (Hello, may I please have the name and number of your designer???). So when you get sick and tired of waiting for me to actually talk about something martial arts related, go and visit Ikigai. Tell him BBM sent you!
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