Homer and Hank

I saw an advertisement for the new Disney movie "Cars 2" and I realized I am not so weird after all. I have this need to name everything, even inanimate things. If Disney can do it why can't I? I named my last car Sven, then when I got my van, with my friend Beth's help, I decided on Homer, because Homer wrote "The Odyssey" and my van is a Honda Odyssey. So it was obvious that when Rich got his new car yesterday it had to be named. It is a Chevy HHR so it was fitting it had a boy name, so Hank it is. It is so much easier to just say "Let's take Homer or Hank."

I already have names picked out for my chickens should I ever get them. They will be Gertrude, Henrietta, Mildred, and Maude. Those names roll off my tongue easily and seem perfect names for hens.

I also realized that I didn't even put this much thought into our kids names. I am not proud of it, but it's true. Maybe it's because I was busy making three human beings in four years and just slapped any name on them that we liked without researching the deep meaning of their names. I always feel a little guilty when we are at church for baby dedication and the pastor talks about each precious baby and what their name means and why their parents picked that name. We so did not do that. Really, it's a miracle that we even remember their names. Poor Garret, I usually call him Tucker and Rich has always called him Gibby, probably more because we couldn't remember his name since he was the last rather than it being a cute nickname. This last part we will keep between me and you, OK? Thanks!