What Is My Name?

The last few posts have been rather serious; and while this blog will be about dealing with real life, and all the issues that come with it; I also created it with the idea of sharing the amount of fun that I have since the girls came into my life. Not a day goes by that we don't end up in stitches laughing at one thing or another, or sometimes at nothing at all.

That being said, when I spoke to them about starting the blog, I had to ask them about names. Obviously we can't use our real names. That would just be stupid. Duh.

So we had a bit of fun brainstorming, and coming up with some truly ridiculous names.

Elf went through

• Squirt (Which she rejected because her mind is generally in the gutter);
• and Monkey (Rejected because that's a personal nickname);

Until finally, we got to Elf. It suits her. She's small, she's serious but full of mischief; and she has a wispy sort of look when she feels vulnerable.

Orphan was harder. She's the 'wife' out of the three of us. I am no longer allowed to cook (I would complain but her cooking is so much better than mine anyway), so she does it all. She also does the cleaning, because there's no way Elf is ever going to do housework; she lives up to her name and works in the garden instead. We've found a tentative sort of balance between who does what in the house.
We also debated calling her Psycho; but for some reason, 'The Owl, the Psycho and the Elf' doesn't sound like the kind of thing anyone would willingly choose to read. Can't think why? We eventually settled on Orphan, because of her history and because, well, it just works for the title. -shrugs-

As for me... Well, I was shoved through the wringer when it came to names. Everything I came up with was either 'stupid', 'lame' or 'sad'. Thanks girls. I love you too.
And then, Elf asked me why I didn't go with Owl? I don't know why I didn't think of it, but my brain has a tendency to send out a whole lot of useless junk before it sends out the treasures. My mom loved owls. They were one of her favourite birds. And we're a bird obsessed family - we have seven of our own. Birds, that is. Not owls. And since 'Bird' was rejected as 'stupid', I became Owl. Cos I'm the oldest; apparently I'm the responsible one, which equates to 'wise'; and because I've been ever so slightly obsessed with owls since mom died. To the extent that I want to get a tattoo of one on my shoulder...

Yep, definitely a wise, old Owl. OvO