the grass is always greener…

Why did the mummy take a vacation?  He needed to unwind!”

-Tony

I came across a tidbit in the bathroom reader that mentioned when William Shakespeare moved into his new home, he named it New Home. This started me to thinking about how some of us name our possessions.

Back in the days of single mama-hood, I drove one of these: and we loved her. The kids named her Stella. When I asked them why they chose that name, Kris said she just felt like a Stella. Unfortunately ours didn’t look as good as the one above. It was slowly falling apart; daddy had to replace the floorboard after Kris’ pacifier fell out onto the road one day.

When Rich came along, he decided a safer vehicle was called for, so he replaced our beloved Stella with the dreaded mini van. The kids named it Minnie, but she just didn’t have the style (or lack thereof, depending on who you asked) that Stella did. My poor Jeep has never been named.

A friend of ours has a charming little efficiency apartment built above her garage, she calls it “Treetop.” I have no idea who named it, but it fits well. It is cozy and sweet, much like the tree house many of us dreamed of back in the day.

Then there is BB King, who famously named his guitar “Lucille.”

I wonder why some people assign names to our inanimate possessions, and others don’t. Why do you suppose that is? And how many of y’all do it?

another reason…

my furry assistant, originally uploaded by hockamama.

this is one reason why I have trouble getting much sewing done in one sitting…these little monsters are always so eager to “help”.

waffle plays in the groceries, originally uploaded by hockamama.

just back from wally world, with lots of little bags. It’s funny how “help” from the kitties extends the time…

“In all of God’s creation, only human beings kill their own species.”

-Robin Williams as Patch Adams

un-eas-y  (uhn-ee-zee)

1. lacking a sense of security; anxious or apprehensive
2. affording no ease or reassurance

at hockett house, the definition of uneasy is taking a shower while 4 kittens, aged 3 1/2 months, play in and around the shower curtains.   Uncovered body parts and claws don’t mix well, leading to (uhn-eez).

Okay, I haven’t give y’all any trivia lately, partly because it frequently bores me, and also because I don’t want to bore y’all.  But, I came across some interesting tidbits in my trusty bathroom reader, and I wanted to share:

• On September 12, the Great Hurricane of 1938 devastated the New England states. That morning a man in West Hampton Beach received a barometer in the mail. The needle was stuck on “hurricane.” Disgusted, and thinking it was defective, he marched back to the Post Office and mailed the instrument back to the store from which he had purchased it. When he returned, his home was gone.
• Doctors in a Mexican hospital were in the midst of open-heart surgery when a frog fell out of an overhead lamp and landed on the patient.
• Despite 18 years working at a Florida fishing camp, Freddie Padgett was so terrified of water that he wore a life jacket to bed on stormy nights. Friends made fun of him, until a twister sucked him out of his RV while he was sleeping and dropped him into Lake Harney over a mile away. He suffered broken ribs and other injuries, but authorities say the life jacket probably saved his life.

–Uncle John’s Absolutely Absorbing Bathroom Reader

So far it’s pretty good. Anna lost her husband a year ago, and to escape her grief, she travels to Greece. I’m only 69 pages into it, but I really like it.

I found them in here this morning, and thought it was funny.