Pondering the Meaning of Life

No, really I am. I begin to ponder it, then things about World Peace sneak in. As my Awesomely Big Brain ponders more, in pops ending World Hunger and do we have the money to go to Dunkin Donuts because I really, really want some of those cinnamon apple filled ones. Oh, like you didn't see that coming! :-D

I'm in a pretty good mood despite the P word that is still here. I am also extremely proud of myself. Why you ask? Well, the reason is because I am almost caught up on Thumper's blog!! I just left off on Sep 2008. Ok, even though you may not think it's a big deal I do. Face it, I have no life. The biggest reason for doing this is because she's funny. Some of her posts have had me almost peeing my pants. In others she gets so very insightful. Kind of like me when I'm in a "mood". I'm living life vicariously through her. LOL Not really, it just sounded good. I've never, ever, ever stumbled upon a blog and then proceeded to go to the beginning and keep reading until I'm caught up to the now. That's right.....I have read everything from this year. I think starting with the current postings is like reading the ending of a book first. You know how it ends but have no clue about the why of it and no clue about the characters involved.

I seriouly want more tats!!! The horrible part is I can't. I can't because of this Really Shitty Disorder that is now my faithful, life long companion. I have 5, but dang it.....it's just not near enough! *sobs quietly* I have 2 more I planned out many years ago and know exactly where they'd go. Now......now, I sit here looking at my ideas and mourning the soul deep loss of never again feeling the sting as the tat needle pierces my skin over and over again. It's just not fair dang it!

The other night I was talking to a super cool woman who is a "new" friend. We have a lot in common. Our conversation at one point touched upon bikers. It brought to mind a "nickname" that my dear hubby Gil graced me with. It's not something anyone would call me on a regular basis, hence the quotes. It was in the first couple of months of our relationship. He worked the overnight shift as a cook, so I had the bed all to myself at night. He would always look in on me when he got home just because he liked to watch me sleep. Yeah, I know that sounds so sappy but that just the kind of man he is. Anyway, this one particular morning when he came in, I was sound asleep cuddling my med size, very squishy bunny given to me by a friend. For many years, as in pretty much my whole life, this was my secret. I had to cuddle up with a stuffed animal at night. It was a secret because if other people knew what I did, it would ruin my reputation. No, not the OMG there goes the town slut rep, but the I may be small but I'm a bad ass rep. The volatile, tough as nails, you don't scare me rep. He caught me though and since 1993 I have been labeled......Bad Ass Bunny Huggin Biker Bitch. Gil gets a kick out of reminding me of this every so often. After almost 16 years together, it's one of those fond yet amusing memories that I'm certain he will relate to our grandchildren.

Speaking of which, the daddy-to-be of my 1st grandchild is becoming petulant over the name my daughter has picked for him. *sigh* There are way more important things in life to get upset over. Neither her nor I like any of the names he wants. I believe I wrote before what his(the grandchild's) name is but I'll say it again. His name is Tristan Lee Wayne (last name omitted). In this family we don't like common names such as John, George, Joseph, etc. We always know when we've found THE name to bestow upon a child or a cat. LOL He wants to name him: Christopher Lee, Alex Nicol, Domanick Lee, Alan Lee, Jr or Ruben Lee. We don't like any of them! The don't "feel" right at all. The only 2 that have are Jesse Lee and the now settled upon name Tristan. I told her last night when we talked about it that she needs to say, I don't care if you like it or not, I love the name and since I'm the one giving birth I'll name him whatever I damn well please! ROFL Isn't that what every good mother would tell her daughter?

Alright.....I believe I may have demonstrated with this post I could possibly have ADHD. LOL I jumped from one random thing to another with nothing linking anything together except for that last bit.