Politically Incorrect

I'm pretty sure the blog band wagon has a little room left, so here I am. I keep thinking about things I would like to write down, so now I've gone through the task creating a blog (easy), and naming it (not as easy). On some level, the name bugs me a little. That part of me deep down that is also irriated by the Florida Seminoles, the Washington Redskins and the William & Mary Tribe. The Seminoles and Redskins are irritating for other reasons as well, but I'm sure you can guess the reason. It's not a big deal really, just wanted to get off on the right foot.

This is a nickname of mine. And like all good nicknames, it was given to me by someone else. You can't pick your own nickname. Not if you want it to stick anyway. I seem to acquire them easily, too. Empire Street Fleer is another favorite. Since I grew up in a small town devoid of things to do, making up funny names for things was something we did to keep the boredom at bay. Sometimes sucessfully. Everything had a name. My crappy little Corolla (1980, with sunroof and hatchback) was the UAV. Named after the RV in Stripes I guess. Plus, it was frequently used as an Assualt vehicle - eggs, water baloons, etc. Another car name: The Dent. A Buick Skylark (I think) that visited a tree in a pasture one morning. It was never quite the same after that, but the nickname stuck.

At this point, I'm trying to remember the source of "Chief Running Miles". Seems like it was high school. But if so, that means it pre-dates "Dances With Wolves" by a few years. Which is good. Always nice to be ahead of the curve.

So, not the most inciteful blog entry ever. But it's a start.

In other news, we finished E's bedroom today. She is 11 months old now, and had been sleeping in our room (and not sleeping, which is more the problem) since she was born. Tonight is the first night in the new digs. So far so good.