What's in a Name?

The Hooten 2's, as we call Bret and his family, were here for the weekend. Ian, who is 4, is constantly dressing up or pretending to be someone else and frequently allows me to be a part of his imaginary play. I love to join in! This weekend he was a ninja, "fireboy", "lavaboy", and a marine, among some things that I didn't recognize. He is my "little buddy". Just ask him!

Sunday morning he saved me by giving me his gun because he remembered he had lava in his hands to shoot. Who needs a gun with hot lava in hand?

Later on as I soaked in a warm Bath and Body Works Wild Honeysuckle bubblebath he yelled through the door that he was leaving me a gun outside the door in case "bad guys" were there when I got out. I thanked him and was able to really enjoy the bubblebath after that with a true sense of relief knowing that I'd be safe as I exited the bathroom. Huge sigh of relief! After all danger is always lurking in my bedroom. A few minutes later he was back informing me that he'd come back to load the gun with rockets to make sure the "bad guys" wouldn't get me. I cannot begin to convey to you how relaxing the rest of my bubblebath was knowing how well cared for I was and am by my precious super-hero grandson!

My grandchildren call me GiGi, as well as our good friend's Noah and Anna Dollar. So when I realized that I had no where to put the gun as I prepared lunch for fifteen people I put it in the back of my jeans. My second granddaughter, Lily, has just started ballet lessons and loves the book Angelina Ballerina. Since Angelina Jolie frequently wears a gun in her violent shooting movies I decided to be Angelina GiGi. Hence new name number one.

You may now call me Angelina GiGi! Beware I AM dangerous!

On another blog I read (and you just have to trust me on this, because I haven't figured out how to link things yet) there's a thing to generate what your name would be if you were Sarah Palin's child. I'd be Rake Trinket Palin. Frankly, I think it has a nice ring to it. As a child of the 60's and 70's who has enough dead brain cells from the misadventures from said bathroom hijinks that you can read about below. I think it fits. I used to have a paisley poncho and bellbottoms to match that would have gone great with the name, don't you think? Thank God His mercies are new every morning and I'm not that girl anymore. But I can still have fun with names!

You may now call me Rake Trinket Palin! Because I am just that cool.

Which one are you planning to call me and why?