Late Night Musings on Several Unimportant Matters

It occurs to me that every time I make popcorn for my kids- for popcorn and movie time- I snag a few pieces, even though I don't like popcorn. At all. The only kind I eat willingly is white cheddar, which I love, and only because I don't pop it in my microwave. That smell...ugh...ever since I was a kid. When I grab that handful after I've made the kids' bowls of it, I chew it for a second, then tell myself there must be something wrong with me that I continue to subject myself to eating fluffy paper that gets stuck in my molars. Ridiculous. And yet, the next time we have popcorn and movie night, watch me do it again.


Tonight, I had an uproariously funny conversation with some of my kindred city folk, in which I was given a new nickname. I love nicknames. I started to think of all the nicknames I've had thus far in life, and I realized there are far more than I would have imagined. We're talking names that stuck for a while, stage names. Names to which I would actually answer.

Bre, Banana, Cheese, BB, BB Won, BB Won Kinobe, Breana Breana, Lea, Vens, Reeks of Beautiful, Bre B, Charlie, BJ, Breana Lee, Brena, Little, 64, Blondie, Big Jo, Kung Fu Princess, Wubus, Kid, Breezy, Breezy B, Caranilla Sweet Vanaramel (AKA Vanaramel). Oh, and the new one: Blogger Bandit.

Surely, I am forgetting some, but that is enough to make me giggle and question whether or not my friends and family actually love me.



L ovingly
I nitiating
F earless
E xploration


In the eyes of the beholder:
    Happiness
    Beauty
    Success
    Morality
    Victory
    Love
    Sanity
    Righteousness
    Worth
    Talent
    Reality
    Truth


Goodnight.