Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Picking out a name for Mrs. Hall: part one

Mrs. Hall (that's me) is picking out a first name in the next week or so.

As usual, I am taking some time and considerable thought over the matter.

So far, suggestions have included Xena, Delphi and a whole list of Johnny Cash related names from my twin blogger Gypsy girl. O-if anyone has any other suggestions, please put them in the comments.

Anywho-Gypsy girl is a separate girl from me, but we share a lot of same sensibilities. Her blog is pretty awesome. Check it out.

As I examine the names she brought forth, one stuck out: Delia.

It is from the song posted below.

Be forewarned, this is not a gentle song by any means. But, this song is represents a sliver inside the giant Sequoya tree of Mr. Cash's music. I do like the song. It is not a personal anthem by any means. But, I think of it now and again.

Let's listen and watch. And if it says anything to you, good, bad or ugly, speak up.

4 Left a message at the beep:

Anonymous said...

You're post is what got me to thinking and the thinking led to the lunatic raving.

Plus, I saw my stepmonster in town and it was already on my mind...

I don't know. I doubt I'll change it, it is part of who I am,
and it's also a tiny part of the whole issue.

Thank you for your continued support. It's free therapy. I read your responses lying down on my couch...
No, seriously.
(I am reposting this, I replied on my homeplace too.)

Anonymous said...

Also,

You make me blush...
thank you for the special mention.

I always check to see what wisdom you impart daily.

Makes more sense to me than the rest I see...

Good luck on the name game, I can't wait to see!!

Mrs. Hall said...

Gypsy Girl:

Which post inspired which post again?

Well, I hope it was a productive exchange of energies.

And thank you for all the compliments.



:)

Mrs. Hall

Anonymous said...

The name change post...

I was already upset and it just reminded me that it was yet another connection to them, and to the past...

But like I said, it is only a tiny part of the aggravation...

Today I took a walking historic tour of the town I grew up in, and was reminded that the past is, well, past. I'm gonna try to keep that in mind in reference to the moniker that gypsy girl...

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