Baby Names

My husband obviously has great taste in women. I'm pretty sure that's where the great taste (or any taste at all) ends because his taste in music, movies, fashion, and now baby names...not the greatest. He wants to name this baby (if a boy) Zeus. I shot that down. He doesn't understand what's wrong with Zeus. But seriously, what is right it? Just so you know, Zeus is NOT on the list of names for our baby.

He told me to take it to Facebook and see what others thought. He said "I bet you'll be surprised at how many people actually like the name Zeus...I'm betting at least one third of your friends will shock you and love it." Well, in the event you didn't see it on Facebook (Amber), maybe 5 people liked it out of like 51 friends. And people had some hilarious things to say.

My husband's cousin, Troy, said "Just think of this..... what would Uncle Mark say about the names....... I can hear it now............'ARE YOU HIGH?!?!"

Biggest Mark always wins! So maybe I'll have to keep that quote in my back pocket. Naming Marky was so easy--it was done for me in 1956. Grandma Gentle did a great job.

Other names Mark loves: Chaos, Thor and Mayhem for boys and girl names: Evangeline, Victoria (not terrible but I can't see "Victoria's..." without seeing/hearing/reading 'Secret' to follow) and one more that we (thankfully) can't seem to remember.

{Side note: I went in the bedroom to ask Mark what his other girl name was, he said "why, so you can put it on Craigslist to make fun of it with all your friends?" Laughing, I said, "Yes, Craigstlist! It would read 'Free to a good home, terrible baby names."}

Man, no one told me this naming a baby thing was so hard on a marriage. ;)

Satan's address

I went to church in Middleburg yesterday with my sister's family. The first Sunday of the month is always Testimony meeting. I was sitting in the foyer with Mark, Marky, my dad and my husband's best dude. So as people are bearing testimonies, we're playing name that voice. Then Mark was chasing after our wild man and this is what the rest of us hear from the woman at the mic:

"Satan is alive and real, and He lives at my house."

So Mark's best friend and I look at each other with big questioning eyes and he says "Who is that? I want to stay away from their house."

It was awesome. And good news for those of you who live elsewhere, Satan is evidently residing in Middleburg, FL. If you're tempted, it's not him personally. So, you have my permission to shoot his messengers.

The Grocery List

I haven't exactly been great at things dealing with food lately. I can't even really tell you what I'd like to eat. Nothing really sounds good. Mark has been a trooper through this. So he made a grocery list for me and it reads as follows (spelling included):

bananas
cereal
juice
milk
paper plates
frozen pizza - Red Baron cheeze
Mac & Cheese
bread
fruity
tookys (obviously cookies, but he loves nicknames)
stuff for chili
tomatoes
stuff for fajitas
fruit cocktail for His Royal Highness
skeet-skeet-skeet
plain and tortilla chips
stuff for sheepless pie
stuff for beefless tips
burritos
salad

One of these items is not available at the grocery store. I guess later I'll get that personally delivered. One of my favorite things about Mark is his ability to make me laugh everyday!