I've always been a stickler for naming inanimate objects. Sounds a little strange-right? Well, I had a red van for 6 years and well.............he kinda grew on me. So, I named him BRAD(short for Big Reliable And Dorky). I only had one rule about BRAD.....no negative comments within earshot of BRAD. If Kirk were to start to say something negative about him I would put my fingers to my lips and say "SSSHHHHH......he can hear you.". I'm not nearly as protective w/my new car. But, then again she isn't getting up in her years like BRAD was. RHONDA is my new girl. She was named after herself, being a Kia Rondo. She is still dependable, shiny & relatively unscathed even though numerous attempts on her life have been made by my sweet, adorable children. They are clearly out to get her.......I'm convinced of this! They reminisce about BRAD just to hurt her feelings & make sure to NEVER wipe their feet before entering. Poor RHONDA will never know what hit her if we decide to go on a long trip. The vacuum cleaner's name is JAWS. This one kind of stuck w/me after watching that old movie, Mr. Mom. Plus, she's known for eating earrings after little girls swear they were put away. My mixer's name is HAPPY. I think this is where the naming began. This one came about because for years we didn't even have enough money to buy a hand held mixer. So, any cakes or brownies or waffles or pancakes or whatever that needed mixing had to be done by hand. I didn't mind. I didn't know any different. One evening, while still living in New York, Kirk said he'd left something at work. He took off while I continued to get out ingredients to make a cake. He was back w/in 10 minutes handing me a shopping bag w/a big smile on his face. "Open it, open it!" he said. "Please tell me you didn't spend any money........you know we don't have any extra." I pleaded. "You deserve this." was all he said. So, I reached in the bag labeled PX and pulled out my very first hand held mixer. Even though that extra $14 he spent on my gift so long ago was surely going to put a damper on my already tight budget I couldn't help but think what a lucky girl I was. I not only had a fancy, expensive(poor doesn't even begin to describe our Army years) new gadget, but a husband who actually noticed little things that I would never dream of splurging on for myself. So, over the years I used that mixer as often as I could and every time I pulled it out I would think about how important it was to him for me to have such a simple thing that I considered priceless. A few years ago, he bought me my very first stand mixer. It was a pink Kitchen Aid mixer that he and the kids picked out for me on Mother's Day. I loved PINK(my new mixer's name) and still do, but it just didn't have the same effect that HAPPY had on me. PINK sits on the counter top and gets a fair amount of use, but HAPPY is still the main contender in this house.
I love Kirk!
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