Should I change my name?

Okay, so here's my dilemma: I like my name.  To make things less complicated, I am going to mention right off that my name is NOT Kimberellie.  It's Kimberly.  Kimberellie is a nickname (which I also like).  But it isn't my name.

Here's another nickname: Kim.

Yes.  It isn't the name on my birth certificate.  So that makes it a nickname. And therein lies the problem: I don't like it.  I mean, okay, I sort of like it.  I don't mind it.  I certianly don't like "Kim" as much as I like Kimberly.  It has a syllable problem; there's only one.  So why don't I just ask people to call me Kimberly, you ask?

Well, being that I quite LIKE the name Kimberly, this should solve the problem of the less than exhilarating "Kim".  Well, it doesn't.  You see, the problem is, when people call me Kimberly it just seems SO personal.  I mean not "personal" like we're besties, but certainly as personal as if we're friends.  This is why I introduce myself to people as Kim: to avoid the shock of someone I don't even know calling me Kimberly, as if they were almost my bestie.  But see: sometimes I do become besties with former strangers...or at least friends.  Only, they then CONTINUE to call me Kim!

Anyway, this leaves me precious few people who call my Kimberly.  Really it is only a few family members and my husband (who actually more often calls me "Kimbee" which is not something I want anyone EXCEPT family and actual besties calling me...you've been warned).

So I have come up with a solution to my HUGE problem (that was sarcasm...really I'm just writing because I like to hear the sound of my own voice).*  The solution is thus: I shall introduce myself as an ENTIRELY different name altogether.  That way, if any stranger DOES become a friend I can tell him/her to call my "Kimberly" at that point.  You see, this doesn't work when I start off as "Kim" because people are lazy slackers and will continue to monosyllable me regardless of my preferences even if they change.

BUT, if I start of as say, "Georgina" and then switch to "Kimberly" backsliding won't come nearly so naturally.  Also, it will be a great way to tell if people really do want to be my friends as I will seem quite crazy at this point.


So here's where you come in.  I need help picking out a new "introductory name".  Here's my short-list:

1. Georgina (the husband suggested this.  I think he was kidding.  But I like it).
2. Paige (it's only one syllable but look at those side by side vowels!)
3. Henrietta
4. Audrey
5. Adelaide
6. Lisette
6. Prudence
7. Rosalind

Anyway, let me know what you like best!  Also, do YOU like the shortened for of your name?  Should I call you Henrietta?


Heart: Kimberellie/Rosalind

outfit details:

dress, gap: $8

shoes, vintage: $8

stockings, vintage (NEW in pack): $1

belt, jacob: $20

leather jacket, danier: $350

*I always speak out loud when writing (because my voice is so melodious).

We have a crawler on our hands! and floor!

So baby V took her first "crawl" today.  It was pretty much cuteness personified in the crawlness of her little leggies and all that moving forwardness.  I'm pretty stoked.  I think she was interested in being earlier than average (9 months is average) and she'll be 9 months in a few days; or more likely she just really wanted my car keys (the "crawl goal").

My son crawled at 7 months...but he did the commando crawl (dragging his belly like a commando).  Baby V has decided on the "traditional crawl"; I figure she is either too elegant for the commando crawl, or her belly is just too big!.  Anyway, it's awesome because I think crawling babies are cute. I like to watch the cute little bums of cute little crawlers.

Oh, and so this post isn't excruciatingly mundane (or maybe I'll be making it worse) I thought I would tell you some of Violet's nicknames:

Baby Girl
Baby V
V
Vi
Chubba Bubba
Kitten
Pokah Bear
Biddy Boo

I like to nickname.

Heart: Kimberellie

ps. she's not as blond as she looks here.  In fact, she's brunette.  For some reason she looks quite golden in this pic...probably the photo filter.

outfit details:

pink onsie dress, old navy: $5

diaper, superstore: 170 for $25

Don't throw books, ONLY throw balls!

This is the first in a series of posts hereafter aptly titled: "What I'm Reading, Yo".

Yo.  Here's what I'm reading: Dreams of Joy by Lisa See.  Now here's the problem: it's a sequel.  Yes, I hate sequels, they make me want to cry and scream and possibly throw things.  Wait a minute, that's not true.  I LOVE sequels.  I love trilogies.  I love series-eys, I love BOOKS.  So that can't be the problem.  But I'll tell you what is: the first book.

The first book, Shanghai Girls I loved.  I really did.  Also I hated it.  You see, there was this really really sad part. And when I read it, I had to throw it across the room.  I had to.  You'd have understood if you were there watching me read.

The problem isn't that I'm a reformed book thrower (I'm not, throwing books is one of the chief pleasures in my life).  The problem is: I'm reading the sequel on my e-reader.  I'm sure you can put two and two together: I don't want to throw my Kobo.  As my three year old son would say: "That would be TRAGICAL!"

I'll let you know how it goes (whether I am forced to throw it or not).

I wonder if: "thrown in a fit of fury" is covered by Kobo's warranty?  I think it would be funny to call and ask.

"Oh hello!  Yes, I had a question: Is "Thrown in a fit of fury" covered by my warranty?"
"Pardon ma'am?"
"I threw my Kobo.  Is that covered?  I can assure you, it wasn't an over-reaction."
"Were you reading the fourth book in the Twilight series?"
"No.  It was a Lisa See novel."
"In that case, sorry.  No.  But I am authorized to put a ten dollar credit on your account to go toward your next e-book purchase."
"But my Kobo is smashed!"
"Ma'am, I have to take a piss now." click.*

Yep.  That's how it would go down.

Heart: Kimberellie

outfit details:

hat, men's Gap: $22

boyfriend jeans,  buffalo: $8 

shirt, Gap: $7

shoes, vintage: $8

bracelet, tiffany & co.: gift from my husband

*don't you hate it when people call you "ma'am"?  It makes me want to slap the offending person silly.  Or throw an e-reader at them.  Have YOU ever thrown a book?  I can't be the only one.  If so, do tell: which book?

nonsense and vintage what I did today

Wednesday:

garbage day

day in the middle of the week day

I went to the park.  I went to the baby group/kid group (strong start).  There were snacks.

My tights got a MILLION runs in them.  It was crazy.  I am not made for tights.  Or maybe I should just buy better made tights.

I went to Tim Hortons.  The kidlets and I ate bagels.  They didn't have an jalapeno bagels.  bastards.  That was a bad word.  Don't tell on me.

I'm a blog-a-man-iac.

Sometimes I spend the whole day in my pajamas.  Don't get any misconceptions.


heart: Kimberellie

the photo is from 2 and a half years ago.  I still own every article of clothing.  I think that's awesome.  I'm going to do this sometimes, post old pictures.  Because I'm fly like that.

I'm trying to think of a really clever nonsensical title. BATMAN!

I can't decide what I want to do with my blog.  But I do know what I don't want:

1. I don't want to spend more than a half an hour a day on anything blog related.

2. I don't ever want my blog to become wildly popular (I know, this may SEEM strange; but it isn't.  I'm lazy/busy/selfish(?). And the less people who care/pay attention to my blog, the more I can be a slacker/do whatever I want)

The thing is, I want to post stuff.  Stuff I write, stuff I think about, photos of clothes with me in them.  Pictures of my kidlets.  I don't know, STUFF.  I don't want to have a purpose, point, or action plan.  I don't want to be involved in blogger communities, or have sponsors (unless people are begging to give me free stuff, than by all means).  BUT you know, I don't want it to be WORK.  Not work in any shape or form or what have you.  They key here is laziness people. It's a "must-have".

You see, I just want to occupy my little part of the interweb selfishly and aimlessly.  And if anyone wants to come along for the ride (which may or may not come to a grinding halt suddenly and without warning): welcome.  But be forewarned: I am doing this strictly to amuse myself.  There will be no naked photos.

heart: Kimberellie

photos:

a. vintage, never worn: $10

b. it's a zebra.  really.

c. when toys come alive I take pictures.

ps. I'm on Facebook now.  Well, as a page.  Not as a me, but as Kimberellie (she's my alter-ego).  I figure this way all my non-blogging peeps can know when I post, yo.

This post could also be titled: "How I take my jacket off"

And that's how you take a jacket off.  And then you can just hold it like so:  *

THIS sweater.  I LOVES it.  Seriously, love with an S.  That's how I feel.  Sometimes I bring it into bed with me; and we snuggle.  The husband got it for me for Valentine's Day (yes, that stupid day that no one who is IN a relationship cares about but is somehow very important when you are NOT in a relationship and in the end, for me, is just an excuse to get a present).

A little more about the jacket: it's more of a sweater.  A sweater jacket.  It's 100% wool, hand spun, hand knitted.  The wool isn't over-processed so it retains a lot of its original lanolin making it water-proof.  And it's really really warm.  It's called a Cowichan Sweater (made by the Cowichan native people on the island I live on...now you can use your smarts and figure out what island I live on). Mine is fun because it is hand numbered and registered and not a cheap knock-off (not that I don't like cheap things...I do...but in this case real is better).

Anyway...because you wanted to know ALL about the sweater.  I know you did.  I just have wanted one forever!  And you know how that is?  Like a Chanel 2.55.  I want one.  One day.  I told my husband to get me one for my fortieth.

We are going to have to start saving tomorrow.


Heart: Kimberellie


ps. I totally got this Gap sweater for 12 bucks.  And then I looked under all the sticky price tags to see the original price: 64.95.   I think 64.95 for this sweater is a lot of bullsh__t.

pps: I'm smiling at my children in the photos.  Baby Violet seemed especially pleased that I was having my picture taken.

outfit details:

cowichan sweater: gift from tall handsome man

skirt: gap $10 (?) or 5, can't recall

sweater: gap $12

tights: I don't know.  cheap.

shoes: vintage $8

*actually, it took a bit to figure out how to hold it.  Holding sweaters is not my forte.