Random thoughts

Well, I'm still painting Mrs. Grady's house. It took me 3 hours to tape the room, (my least favorite part of the job, and equally the least rewarding, except when I'm finished, there is much less 'touch ups' to do...) The actual first coat took a solid 5 hours. Luckily from experience (yes, I said experience, I've painted every square inch of flat surface - except floors and counters - in the house in Tennessee, at least once...) I know that the second coat takes much less time to complete, and of course, the taping is done. It will look really good when I'm done, although for a time yesterday I was concerned that the colour was peachy-looking. It looks better now, when dry. Mrs. Grady will love it, and that's what matters.

I have this client that won't email me back. I'm a little frustrated with that. "Hello, do you want to sell your house? You need a price reduction! You need to email me!" Oh well, if that's my biggest complaint, then I'm doing okay.

Yesterday the Detroit news' 'breaking story' was a winter storm watch FOR FRIDAY. HELLO! IT"S WEDNESDAY! In addition to that, the actual watch is for the west side of the state. Detroit news always blow weather way out of proportion. It borders on ridiculous, and you almost can't believe anything they say. Often they'll predict 10 inches of snow, and we'll only get less than an inch. Rarely, I mean RARELY do they underestimate... In contrast, the news in Tennessee is pretty lax about the weather. Meanwhile, if they get more than 2 inches, pretty much everything closes, or opens with a delay. Does this make sense? For really good weather prediction in this area, Billy and I find the Toledo news to be the most accurate. (I don't watch Windsor weather, because they always seems to be for the London area, and a little blurb about ours. Very annoying. (Oh, and embarrassingly, I don't 'know' Celsius beyond 0* is cold and 30* is hot, and you can wear shorts somewhere in between...)

On Saturday morning, Billy ventures to Buffalo, (of all places to go....) He and Davey are taking in a Bills game, and will probably hit the casino in Niagara Falls, and find a good steakhouse. Lucky boys. To me that would be a prefect week-end getaway. I'd rather do that than shop, or... what do girls do when they go away? Oh, we watched a show one time, that was fun... hmm... I may have to think about that one... I'm sure Billy will have a great time, and he totally deserves it.

I can either hear the dog in the other room poking about or a mouse. I think it's a mouse. I don't want to go look, so instead I'll cross my legs underneath me, and continue to ignore the sound.

Well I should think about heading to Mrs. Grady's. It's dark and gray, and threatening rain, so no walk for the dog today. Truly nothing better to do than paint.

Highway to Hell

Well, if you know me, and if you've had a conversation with me in the last couple of weeks, you may have heard why I believe that I'm going straight to Hell, (do not pass go, do not collect $200, etc. you get my point...) So I'm trying to do some good deeds.

Good deed 1) Raising money for Essex Animal Clinic's Angel Pet Fund. Okay, this shouldn't count because my friends and I discussed and agreed to do this before my incredible bad act...
Rats! Also super bummed because the world's best vet is no longer employed there...
Good deed 2) Shall donate the pictures from Tennessee. My mom's church is always having having yard sales to raise money. However, I just realized that I benefit from this as well, as I needed to unload these pictures anyway...
It's not looking good for me...
Good deed 4) Will call the volunteer association that I've been involved with on and off for about 11 years, to let them I'm available if needed. Of course I haven't done this yet... I will, I will!
Good deed 5) This is a sure fire winner! I'm currently painting my mother-in-law's living/dining room while she is away, (yes she'd aware that I'm doing it). My mother-in-law has threatened to pay me for it though... that will not fly with me or Billy... Ugh!

So, if you have any suggestions on how I can counter my bad thing, I'd appreciate it, (besides atonement... that won't do...)

Ugh

For some reason, I'm in a funk. I woke up in a little bit of a bad mood, for no reason at all. Just one of those days where I internally grumble about the things I have to do, (none of which are anything worthy of b!tching about...) conversations I recently had, and things I'm feeling guilty about.

I have absolutely no reason to feel this way, if anything I should be excited about the upcoming holidays, the parties, the fun, etc.

I'll hope this is just a Monday morning thing.

And it begins!

It is only a few short hours until the Christmas season officially begins. Yes, it seems even in this part of Canada that the Christmas season begins on 'Black Friday'. Even here we have sales, (of course trying to attract the cross border shoppers...) and now it is socially acceptable to listen to Christmas music, (although WNIC has been playing it for weeks now...)

I love the traditions that go with the season. Today's tradition is watching football at Billy's old regular hang-out. Guys skip work, and slip in for a few beers. People trickle in after work. (not Billy - he declares himself done at It is truly the tip off of merry fun holiday get togethers.

Loved the result of the Lions game. Miami killed with Joey as the quarterback. (dumped last year by the Lions...) great game, and good fun.

From this week-end until Christmas, I have at least one party every week. (I'm really not that popular) I can't wait. I love the relaxed social atmosphere of the holidays. Everyone is in a good mood and eager to socialize, (of course lots of great stories, laughs and gossip results...)

Ahh, bring it on!

One last rant

Happy Thanksgiving to all those Americans out there! Billy just commented last night that he wished our Thanksgiving was at the same time as the US's. I think because he would really like a 4 day week-end right about now, and what a treat to watch great football (Lions VS Miami - GO JOEY!) on a Thursday afternoon. Needless to say, Billy is going to try to park his butt and watch the game somewhere this afternoon. It seems that our Thanksgiving was forever ago! Time flies, but it was October 9th and it seems like months... I could use some turkey....

So anyway, here is my last rant for a while. After shopping in Tennessee, and with American Thanksgiving here, I am really getting in the mood for Christmas, and want to stay happy and positive.

This rant is about fast food in the States. (Okay, not the whole 50 of them, just a little slice in Crossville Tennessee...)

Crossville has a population of about 10,000, but it is pretty much the only town in the centre of a big, although rural, county. Crossville has every fast food outlet you can imagine, and with a location on I-40, it boasts an additional McD's, Taco Bell, Dairy Queen, and Cancun Mexican Restautant, (I didn't know that Cancun was known for good food...). In the town itself, is everything from Rally's to BK to Long John Silver's, Krystal, Pizza Hut, Hardees - you name it!

Let's compare that with Kingsville, Ontario. It has a population of about 7,000 with a greater area population of 20,000. Now, (obvious disclaimer...) Kingsville is located fairly close to a city, so it may not need to have all the amenities that an isolated town needs... Kingsville has a Subway, (I think....) Naples, (local chain pizza) McD's, and a Tim Hortons. That's about it, please forgive me if I've missing something.

In Crossville from 8-9am, the Dairy Queen, McD's, BK, (everything that is open essentially) has a drive through line up of at least 15 cars. For one thing, get out of your car! You're idling, killing the environment, (not to mention that there is no regulations post purchase of car emissions in the US....) Park the car, waddle your fat butt inside, be polite to the counter help, say hi to your neighbor, and walk away with your ridiculously fattening, sugar loaded morning meal.

I am truly stunned and in awe of how packed these fast food chains are in the mornings. Now of course, some people are just getting coffee, (coffee there is not like it is here.. here it is a religion, a way of life, a social outlet...) but many of these people are feeding themselves and their kids this everyday. Shocking! Gross! Did you read my post yesterday where I talked about childhood obesity rates?

So let's check out Kingsville. The Tim's Drive thru is packed. Out to the road. No parking in the lot. (K-ville seriously needs another Tim's.) I choose to avoid Tims in K-ville because it is so busy. I can definitely say that most people are getting just coffee. Yes the occasional box of doughnuts, bagel, and now the - wanna be McMuffin - Breakfast Sandwich. In contrast, next door is the McD's. Hardly a car line. No cars in the lot. It looks closed.

Why the difference? Well I think it's because we know what good coffee tastes like. (I usually grind my own, and only have Tim's rarely...) As Canadians, we are generally healthier and don't want pure sugar and fat for breakfast. We take the time to make our kid's some breakfast, (really now, how hard is cereal? - the cereal available in the States is a whole other rant which I will not get into now...) We are not obsessed with convenience, and fast food is still viewed as 'eating out' and not done daily, or even weekly.

Now of course, (another obvious disclaimer) there are people that eat at the drive thru everyday around here. There are morbidly obese people here that feel the need to 'treat' themselves to some fast food. I also realize that perhaps in a healthy city like Denver, or Seattle people behave more like they do here. I am just talking in generals here. Billy says that I eat more fast food than just about anyone he knows. Maybe that's true. Maybe I and the mom in Tennessee have something in common.

I think that we should just look at ourselves, and how we interact with the world. Do you depend on fast food? Is is because it tastes so good, or because you are out and about and truly need to eat something fast? Have you also tried every diet in the world and nothing has worked? Is there a relationship here? Are your kids crying and driving you crazy because they want the latest toy in the kids' meal? They have all the others! They need this one to finish their collection! Can't you say no to your kids? Aren't you the one who decides what is good for them? Who do you blame? Have you ever looked at yourself?

Rant done. Truly sorry if I offended anyone. Please remember that I am overweight myself, I eat fast food. I also know who I am. I don't blame this or that for my time issues or weight problems. I am the way I am because of who I am and the choices that I make everyday, good or bad.

The grocery store

So now that I'm back from Tennessee, and I had 9 hours in a car by myself to reflect on my observations, I think it is the right time to talk about the grocery store.

In Crossville, the grocery store of my choice is the Super Wal-Mart. It generally carries everything under the sun, and if I have to require painters' tape and a package of chicken, I can easily get both at one stop. (That is why the company does so well, right?) So the word of the day is definitely 'convenience'.

My favorite store to shop at in our area is Kingsville Zehrs. I find that their produce is excellent, the butcher is very good, and will customize your order if need be, and the products in the ailse are varied, diverse, not to mention well organized. Very important.

There is a big difference between this US grocery store, and our stores. A difference in layout and in the products they carry. The grocery section of the Wal Mart is about the same size as Zehrs so let's talk about the products offered:

In Crossville's Super Wal-Mart carries about 22 different varieties of Pop Tarts, Kingsville Zehrs carries 4.
CSWM carries 4 different mustards, KZ carries about 17.
CSWM has a produce ailse that is about 1/2 the size of KZ.
CSWM has 4 times the frozen food products than KZ.

I am shocked by the number of 'Lunchables', pre-packaged frozen dinners, frozen pizza's, easy bake mixes for brownies and cakes, and pre-shredded cheese. Basically the amount convenience foods are amazing. (Yes, okay I realize that this is a Wal Mart in Crossville, Tennessee, and not say a Whole Foods Store in Bloomfield Hills....)

Americans wonder why obesity is an epidemic? Easy, pre-packaged Mac n' Cheese, super high in ingredients not found in nature, but made in a lab - that may be one reason. How hard is it to make your kid a sandwich instead of a 'Lunchable'? What do you think is better for your kid? (Childhood obesity rates in the US is nearly 20% - Canada's is - still bad - 8%)

Okay, moving on.... CSWM does not carry sun dried tomatoes in oil. It's not a big deal, but they carry every known candy known to man. The deli only offers 1 kind of turkey breast. (there are many pre-packaged and pre-cut available for 10 times the price.) The cheese varieties are totally limited, and the vegetables and fruit does not even compare to ours. The selection is terrible. BUT, the CSWM does carry every conceivable frozen entree known to exist. It sells at least 80 different varieties of granola bars, (most with chocolate and marshmallows.)

Do you see what I'm getting at? Have you ever looked into someone else's cart? Guess what? The mom with bad skin and a huge @ss, is the one with all the pre-packaged crap and screaming fat kids, and not a vegetable to be seen within 10 feet of her cart. Hmm...

If you know me, you know that I am not a health freak. I do eat the occasional Lean Cuisine, and I love chips. I'm about 25 lbs' overweight. Let's be honest here. BUT - I am just shocked that Americans struggle with their weight, are confounded why their kids are fat, wondering why they have high blood pressure and diabetes, and the reasons are so obvious to me.

Just wait until I get started on fast food...

Greetings from Tennessee

Here I am, at Megabites internet cafe, just outside Crossville, TN. It has been a long week. Here are some things that I've accomplished:

Cleaned out rain gutters
Raked the front yard
Painted the big bedroom. (acutally just a glaze...)
Painted the small bedroom
Cleaned the bathroom from top to bottam. (gross)
Washed the floors in the 2 bedrooms, and bathroom
Cleaned out the fridge and some cupboards

I still have to see if I can get the weed-wacker working, clean out the garage, and generally do the pre-departure clean up.

It has been a good week, but I really miss Billy and the pooch. I don't feel lonely, but it is strange going for days on end without talking to anyone, (in person at least, I talk to Billy a couple of times a day...) At least this time away by myself I'm not scared sh!tless like I was last time. (I think is has to do with not watching a scary movie days before leaving.

Did I mention that I'm sick? I think it is just because of all the different and intersting fumes I've been subjecting myself to. (Paint, Pine Sol, gasoline....) Being sick by yourself is not fun, especially when I felt too crappy to drive into town to get some sinus medicine.

I golfed twice, once by myself and the second time with a guy who was a little annoying. He kept saying things like, "well when you're a better golfer you'll realize...." or "if you decide to keep trying at golf..." or "I hope it doesn't seem like I'm giving you advice, but you should reconsider your grip and stance..." Little obvious hints and tips. It really made me self conscience and bothered. Needless to say I golfed like crap, which is a bummer because it is probably the last time I'll golf until next year...

I've tried to be observant, and hopefully will have some insightful posts in the near future. I'm looking forward to coming home and seeing Billy.

I'm outta here!

I was planning on going down to Tennessee this Thursday, but I've moved it up due to a closing that I have next week. I have to be back for a final inspection and the buyers are a little nervous, so I'm leaving tomorrow.

Here are some things that I'm hoping to accomplish:
- rake leaves, (hopefully it will be really dry and I can rent a lawnmower and cut them up...)
- clean out eaves, (must be done before the raking!)
- paint little bedroom, (it's getting old)
- paint porno bedroom, (the paint is not that old, but it's flat, and there are some nasty handprints on the walls if you know what I mean...)
- golf at least 3 times, (looking forward to that after my 88 at Seven Lakes last week with Kim...)

I'm looking forward to driving our new car, and enjoying Sirius radio all the way down...

Here are some things that I will miss:
- Billy, (the best part of my life)
- Halia, (best pooch in the world...)
- Hanging out on the couch with Billy and watching our shows, like Survivor, and Grey's Anatomy, (that means I'll also miss the satellite.)
- Our nice house, (our house smells good, unlike the Tennessee house...)
- HOT TUB - oh yeah, I'll miss that!
- The moms.
- Internet access.

Well there are more things, but I have many things to do today, so I best get started. I'll try to post down there when I visit the Internet Cafe. Have a great week!

No time

Today I don't have time to post any thoughts. Actually I feel like I don't have any thoughts to post, so today's entry is compliments of my sister, Terry. This morning I received an email from her that I thought worthy of a blog.

Hopefully tomorrow I'll have some thoughts of my own....

I did not know......

....that mice could swim....did you? They are in fact very good swimmers. They do a doggy-paddle like thing, and scoot themselves around very quickly wiggling their tails.

They have quite a bit of endurance too - I'm surprised.

How do I know this?

Well, after finally finishing up my work at 11:30 last night, went into the bathroom and there is a mouse in my tub. He froze....I jumped. Trying to be level headed in my terrified state I thought "I must do what I need to do to terminate him". Seized by fear I cautiously put the plug in the tub, hoping he wouldn't attack me or worse yet, jump out. I turned the water on. I debated: do I stay and watch the death of this wee creature or do I leave the room, let him die alone and come back in 5 minutes? I opted to leave the room as I could not watch another die by my hands.

5 minutes later....he's swimming around, trying to get climb up the slippery slides to no avail. 10 minutes later....he's swimming around, trying to get climb up the slippery slides to no avail. 15 minutes later.....he's swimming around, trying to get climb up the slippery slides to no avail. 20 minutes later - same thing!!! I am ridden with guilt - - not only have I sentenced to death the smallest of God's creatures but I'm torturing him by the length of time it takes for him to just give up and expire.

So how long can mice swim before they give up you ask???? Try about an hour and a half!!! I feel terrible I tortured him like that!!! It haunted me all night. And now I fear that I can't live with myself after what I've done to that poor little soul. So as of today my new crusade is:

SAVE OUR MICE!
LEARN TO CO-HABITATE!
YOU SOMEDAY MAY RETURN AS A MOUSE!
STOP KILLING GOD'S SMALLEST CREATURES!

I think I shall turn my house into a mouse refuge...a place where they can come, live, be together and enjoy life, a place where they can eat cheese and peanut butter without fear.

Well, gotta get ready for another busy day - - but first I must go scoop the little floating-fu

Spoiled rotten!

Okay I'm spoiled. Last night Billy and I picked up my (our) new Ford Fusion.

Oh yes, it's loaded. I need those heated leather seats! I need the sunroof! Oh, and of course I need the Sirius Satellite radio, (free for 6 months).

Really I don't need any of those things. If you could see the pieces of crap I've driven over the years you'd shake your head. My 1986 Celebrity had a rust spot on the driver's door that resembled a large mail slot. The insane asylum green colour (exterior and interior) made my passengers nauseous. My 1984 VW Rabbit convertible was super fun to drive, (especially in my early 20
s) but it was loud! It constantly made a sound like, 'ding d'ding ting tin t'ting ting ting'. It was stick, and it always grinded on 2nd, and could start in 4th from a dead stop. Fun car, but junky.

This car is fantastic. I can't wait to take it to Tennessee!

This leads into other feelings.... do I deserve this car? Am I worthy of it? Couldn't I have done with less?

I'm trying to accept the fact that I'm spoiled rotten, (Am I a good enough wife/Realtor/person to have such wonderful people/husband/things in my life?) and of course I will enjoy driving the car. Billy is very happy that I have a reliable, safe (beaucoup de airbags...) car to drive, especially to Tennessee. That makes me feel great. New cars do leave good impressions with clients as well. (I guess I should stop wearing jeans to appointments...)

Can a new car/house/or good things in general (not to mention good health...) make you a better person? Do you acknowledge all that you have and how lucky you are? I'll try...

Tennessee thoughts....

It's always fun and a bit strange when I arrive at the house in Tennessee. Because we rent it out weekly as a vacation getaway to people we know, (and sometimes friends of friends....) there are always strange things left there.

Some discoveries are incredibly wrong, (like the little girls' dirty underwear I found in a footlocker), and somethings are great, (someone once put up a TV antennae).

Other items make me shake my head. Here's some examples of things at the house:

- 18 foam beer coolies. I realize that someone didn't go out and buy 18 foam coolies, but over time they've added up.
- Thomas the some train part birthday party hats. Wow, I really missed some party!
- 5 bibles
- 4 salt and pepper shakers
- 6 boxes of Kleenex spread throughout the house (That's more than 1 per room!)

Opening the fridge and the cupboards is always an adventure. Last time Billy and I were there we discovered:
- A 50 pack of hot dogs. (50!)
- A case of Old Milwalkee (I'm sure that was PF's)
- 4 bottles of Clamato juice (also PF)
- A case of 'snowballs' (Cake covered with coconut...)
- Rotting limes and carrots
- A box of ice cream that was ripped apart, perhaps in a feeding frenzy.

Other times I have arrived at the house to see that items are missing. The worst was arriving to discover no toilet paper, (as well as paper towels) luckily there was Kleenex... if you know what I mean.

It's always exciting! Occasionally I'm super pissed, but I'm so looking forward to going next week, (we were also the last ones there...) I'm only thinking of the good stuff.

Please step away from yourself

Have you ever decided to take a look at who you are? Take a step back and see how you affect the world?

Now this could be something as monumental as offending major religious groups, (say if you're not covering your head in a Islamic mosque), or something simple like swearing in public, (especially around grandmother types).

So when you're out and about, do you:

- Eat with your mouth open?
- Talk with your mouth full?
- Use a napkin? Lick your fingers like a four year old?
- Notice people leaning away from you because you talk so loudly?
- Swear loudly and perhaps profusely?
- Do things to get attention from strangers? (Talking loudly about subjects that may interest people at another table.)
- Interrupt?
- Lie? Telling a group of friends that your Aunt had a stroke, just to get attention, may come back to bite you in the ass if she didn't have one. Let's be real here.
- Constantly remark that your story can top all others told that night?
- Repeat yourself? Repeat yourself?
- Degrade your spouse in front of others? (or at all for that matter?) You are trying to be in control, and let others know that you're the boss, when we all know that you're just a bully who is not fun to live with, and your spouse wants to divorce you, but is afraid to lose everything including the kids.
- Not really listen to other people because you're waiting with baited breath to tell your storey?
- Use really poor grammar?
- Tell people that 'Bob' thinks you're smart? That 'John' says that you're the best employee ever? That 'Stella' says that you're the best cook in the world? All in a 4 minute conversation?
- Dress so that your flab is overhanging your jeans? Show your ass crack or g-string when bending at a anything more than a 15* angle? Constantly show cleavage? Over make-up yourself to the point where you look like a clown?
- Think about what you're saying knowing that you may be conversing with intelligent people? (Guess what? If you constantly remark that you hate the colour blue, and then you ask if my new couch is blue - I know what you're getting at... you think I have bad taste... I'm pretty quick....)
- Talk badly or gossip about people that you know I'm friends with? (Possibly better friends than you are?)

I know that I'm not perfect, but I judge people by the way that they react to others in normal everyday situations.

If you have a cart full of groceries and don't let the person behind you go ahead in line, if they only have milk, eggs and bread, you are not aware of the others around you. You are impolite and perhaps self centered.

If you talk with your mouth full, smack your lips and lick your fingers in public, (or even at home for that matter) you weren't raised with any manners. It is unlikely that you will ever be invited to a really nice restaurant. Other people notice how rude and disgusting you are, and talk about it behind your back.

If you talk or swear loudly, show unnecessary body parts, you are looking, desperately for attention. If you were less offensive, you may have some friends that would pay attention to you...

If you tell people how great others think you are, you are bragging, and probably lying. You are fishing for compliments. If you don't hear the compliments, you will probably make them up. You also lie and exaggerate a lot. You lose friends and good people avoid you because you lie so much. You need people to think that you are great because you know that you are not a nice person. You are painful to be around, and nobody knows if you're being truthful.

In conclusion, if you think that any of the above mentioned points apply to you; do you care? Would you like to be more considerate and polite? Do you mind that you are labeled as rude and disgusting?

Things you do and say affect how people look at you. Here's my advice for you:

Listen
Put yourself in someone else's position
Look around, be a part of the world, don't just trample upon it

Baby names

I recently found out that friends of mine are having a baby boy. That always makes me think of baby names. Besides getting a tattoo, there's not too many things in life that are as permanent as a name. Very important.

I don't personally know anyone who has given their child an outrageous name. Well, not really, here's some I know:

- Tigh (pronounced 'tie', very cute boy...)
- Madison Gerald (Gerald is the middle name of a gorgeous little girl, it was the first name of her deceased grandfather)
- Hailey Scott (another gorgeous girl, Scott is her dad's first name)
- Phoenix Aurora (Hailey's sister, middle name after maternal Grandmother who was Native American...)
- -------- Amy (a friend of mine, pronounced ---------, her parent's made it up.)
- Terry Scott (that's my mom... Scott was my Grandfather's Grandfather's middle name, and he was named after a family friend - Winfield Scott - apparently someone well known and respected in California)
- Terry Barker (that's my sister. Barker is my maternal grandmother's maiden name)
- Elizabeth Scott (that's me... see above)
Okay this last one is the kicker... my maternal Grandmother's name was Patricia Charles Barker. She was allowed to choose her name when she was about 5. She perhaps chose Patricia as she was born on St. Patrick's day, and nobody knows where Charles came from. (Apparently she hated her name as an adult and enrolled in college as 'Terry'....)

So most of the above strange names are not from this current generation. (except Madison, Phoenix, Tigh and Hailey) People are seemingly turning away from traditional names. It is very acceptable for girls to have boy's names, and you don't see any boys today names Sydney, Taylor, Kelsey or Cameron although those are traditionally boys' names...

Hmmm

So there are some really crazy baby names out there. Crazy spellings. I like names that are significant for family reasons. I'm quite happy with the middle name Scott. It means something. It carries on life.

The most traditional names I like for boys are:
- James (Sounds strong, and I love Jamie for a girl or a boy...)
- Michael (my husband's real name)
- Harrison (don't like Harry though...)
- Scott (for obvious reasons...)

Names that I like for boys that are newer include:
- Giger (sounds German - think he's the guy that created Alien)
- Gage (kid from Pet Sematary)
- League (made that up, I think it's cool)
- Seven (of course from Seinfeld, but it also makes me think of the creepy movie...)
- Cause (just heard that one, I like it!)
- Camden (read a book that took place in Camden, I like it!)
- Porter (kid from Desperate Housewives)
- Caleb
- Ethan
- Aiden

For girls I like:
- Jamie
- Mary (I know, but I like it, it's so wonderfully simple)
- McKenna
- Lauren (my favorite)
- Harvest
- Autumn
- Lake
- Rain
- Summer (are you seeing a theme here?)

Well that's today's thoughts anyway. I won't be naming any kids in the future, (at least not mine...)