If Only There Were Random

My father claims that I was going to be named Bernadette.  The way he tells it, he had my mother convinced that Bernadette Marie was the perfect name for a girl.  My mother had other plans.  She named me Tina, after the actress Tina Cole.   Thank goodness!   I just cannot see myself as a Bernadette.  Do you think that your name suits your personality?

 

Yesterday was the first day of soccer camp for my son. British soccer camp.  As in, taught by actual people from Britain.  I was initially concerned about possible soccer hooligans, then I was slightly hoping that all soccer players from Britain might look like David Beckham.  You know--just like all old men from America look like Harrison Ford, and all teenage boys look like Justin Bieber. We all know how daydreams go!  Most of my daydreams tend to be very similar to those Old Spice commercials, actually.  Or the Direct TV commercials.  I watch too much television. 

My son does not like for me to read aloud to him. He prefers that my husband do the reading.  I don't begrudge that at all.  I have a tendency to read fast, and I don't have that "voice" that makes reading aloud pleasant listening.  I probably sound like Minnie Mouse reading aloud, if Minnie did a hit of helium. Does anyone who isn't in show business like the sound of their speaking voice?

I am an auditory mimic.  When I am listening to other people talk, I tend to start speaking with their accents.  For example, if someone from Mexico is speaking to me, all of a sudden I have their accent, complete with the random exclamation points, although I don't understand any Spanish but the bad words.  I usually don't realize that I am doing it, and some people might think that I am poking fun at them.  I am positive that I am doing it because it helps create rapport, but it drives Larry nuts. 

So I did get a pedicure. I wanted to go for a bold, royal purple. Then I wanted a bright red.  Then I saw a fuchia that I liked.  In the end, there were just too many choices. I was afraid that if I chose a color, I would want a different one twenty minutes later.  Now that I am thinking about it, that's pretty much how I think of food.  I went with the French manicure, which I am told is not actually something that they do in France.   Yes, my two middle toes are longer than my big toe.  I got lucky--most of the members of my family got the webbed feet gene.

I found out that one of my favorite state wineries, Llano Estacado, is now making sangria.   So I'm heading over to Stacy's Uncorked, to see if she's tried it.  I'm also going to visit Seriously Shawn and her friend Impulsive Addict because they are fun party girls, and they have snakes over there.   I'm kidding about the snakes.