The Name Game: Done, Done, Bo, Bun

What do we do when not only the reality, but also the metaphor representing that reality, becomes a heavy yoke?

Well, with the reality, we persevere, and adopt a healthy sense of denial (e.g. Who me? Cancer? Nope). With the metaphor. . .we resort to abandonment.

So the current standing of the Name Hypothesis is this: There are not "far more" women's names than men's used in pop music, as I had predicted there were.

However, it's interesting that it took us about 33 minutes to come up with 200 women's names, and those were all off the tops of our heads, whereas it took us 9 weeks and some serious milking to eek out the list of 200 men's names.

Furthermore, I really think that if I sat down with a Baby Name book and Google, I could find 600 more women's names.

But I don't want to do that. And if you want to do that, then I think you should also Google Web MD and learn about whatever disorder is afflicting you.

We leave it at this: Friday's are no longer Name Game days. But if you want to keep adding to the list, please post in the comments section of the Girls Names List. Who knows? By the time I'm finished with my very last surgery, we will have reached 800!

What is to replace the Name Game?

A new feature at The Big "C":

B, G and J Day

The inaugural B, G and J Day post. . . ahem:


B:

The Air Force played Navy two weekends ago. Bryan is supposed to care about these games a lot more than he does, which is less than the average person feels for his average Alma mater. But since he started working at joint billets 7 years ago and has been surrounded by Army and/or Air Force personnel, he has cared only about this:

That these guys won't be able to razz him about Navy losing.

And lo! For 7 years straight, Navy has beaten both Army and Air Force! 2 weeks ago, Navy won again.

1 week ago was the Navy's birthday. "The Navy celebrates its birthday?" Yes. Add it to the long list of things the military does that can be greeted with the remark, "Really?"

(BTW: The Navy's birthday is nothing compared to the Marine Corps'. Really??)

Bryan's office has a msc. fund for sending flowers at appropriate times and buying sheet cakes for the different service birthdays.

(BTW: The command sent me flowers when I broke my leg a year ago. But nothing at the occasion of my surgery. I'm guessing this is because there's a regulation that each officer's family gets one arrangement of flowers per tour, if there's an occasion to warrant it. Not that I needed more flowers. But, come on. Breast cancer? I don't get no FTD for breast cancer?)

So Bryan and Fog--this is his call sign, no idea what the guy's real name is--were in charge of ordering the Navy's birthday sheet cake. Bryan wrote out the lettering for it:

Happy Birthday Navy

Go Navy

Beat Air Force (checkmark)

Beat Army

G:

We were at the library today. The kids head into the stacks and pull out the books they want, then stack them up on a table until I say, "That's enough!"

Gemma showed me one and said, "See? It's a Dr. Snooze book we don't have."



J:

Potty training commenced. Some kids make first contact with the toilet and are trained for life.

Joshua is the type who will take some time.

Number 1--fairly successful.

Number 2--well. . . There's something about little boys and poop. . .

What's odd is that without his diaper, he looks so much older to me now. It seems like he's talking and thinking twice as much as just two days ago. But I know the biggest difference must be with me.

By next B, G and J day, I hope to have a very bright progress report to post.