...love, my many, many loves

     I love my job…where else can a guy sit on his ass, answer the phone and collect checks from people all across the country…and still be legit and not be an adult phone line…sometimes I wonder, though…btw, the job is over, care to guess what I did?

      I love the origin of names. For example, a child from the inner city is named Secura. Another child is named Deliria. Or how about the twins, they are known as Tamala and Tamale. The first rhymes with Pamela and the second has a long ‘e’ at the end as in ‘lee’.

     Then there are the twins from college…Ima Pigg and Ura Pigg…am I ever glad my parents didn’t name me Sue…I was supposed to be a Nancy…do I look like a fricking Nancy to you…

     I love trees and their names…take for  instance the ‘pussy willow’. Ever wonder why there isn’t a ‘pussy elm’ or a ‘pussy maple’? Then, you could have a ‘pussy pine’ and a ‘pussy oak’. I mean, let’s get real folks, how many kinds of pussy are there. Pussy is pussy, cats that is. As for trees, that’s a whole other story.