Breaking News: Your Kids' Names Suck. Developing....
This has been a prevailing thought of mine for a while now, and I'm positive I'm not alone here. I'm going to try to keep my composure & not go into some long-winded tirade talking about the outrageousness that has become new baby names in the past decade. One of the reasons that I will try not to is that I have many friends who have small children, and there may or may not be a few with names that are so ridiculous that I need not bother getting pissed about them.....their children's own fate has been sealed with their own outlandish name. But one needn't go any further than their hometown newspaper's weekly supplement showing new births for that given week in their City, and simply marvel at the idiacy that are newborn names. Go ahead, pick your favorites, they're all there....I'll spare the innocent and spare you mine. Now I'm not a parent yet, so if you feel as if I'm speaking out of turn on this, I'm only looking out for the innocent
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Thanks for hanging out with us Friday night. We are still laughing about your MIL's cooking!
So you can imagine what happens in my only big wheel race attempt. i think I lost to two girls on Barbie big wheels in the process of me desperately spinning my wheels. Really a metaphor for a good majority of my formative years, actually. After that soul-crushing debacle, I trashed the Dukes of Hazzard ride, and upgraded to what was THE hottest Big Wheel of the time......the Knight Rider. Digital readouts, the light bar up front....even KITT talking to you! (Okay, it was all stickers, and KITT was actually me talking to myself.) Just like a teenage boy, there's no better way to stroke your lack of self-esteem when you're 6 than getting a Knight Rider Big Wheel.
I, too, had the Knight Rider big wheel, and actually cried when I opened it.
Just sat there on it, with my forehead on the "digital" dash and just sobbed......
Then I punched myself in the face and got out and yanked off the red brake trying to do ultimate K.I.T.T. skidding stop.
But who needs brakes, right?
Oh, and my father already has his eye on the F150 for my youngest. Good followup to my oldest's red Mustang convertible!
El Dante