Diane and Rich, if you wanna know which friends. They said that my first name together with my middle name sounded like a stripper’s name. Or was it a porn star? I can’t remember. What I do remember is that the first time I told Diane my middle name, I got a big fat “LMAO.” It didn’t matter that I told her why I was named that.

But my parents didn’t just give me a funny name. My brother Wayne actually goes by his middle name, because his first name is Lecial (the pronunciation rhymes with Cecil). When he was very small and people asked him his name, he couldn’t pronounce it right, and it sounded like “Lisa.” So my parents decided to start calling him by his middle name, instead. But they had good intentions when naming him, just like they did with me. While they were still newlyweds and living in Chicago, they didn’t have a car, but being so young, they still wanted to go out and have fun. So whenever they wanted a “date,” their neighbor, who had a car but only one arm and one leg, chauffered them. (You can’t make this stuff up, folks) His name was Lecial, so they named their firstborn after him.
(Lecial Wayne is now known in many blues bars as “Waynerd Fingers”)

Anyway, what I want to know is, how did you get YOUR name? Who named you and why? Is there a story behind it? Were you named after someone? Do tell.

There seems to be a ping pong tournament going on between Dragonlady, and MacBro, and this time Dragonlady wins! I told you this would be easy, but I don’t think you boys are giving DL enough of a challenge, either. Congrats again, DL!

My name is Cristeta Comerford. I’ve been working as a chef at the White House for about 10 years, but now I’m the new Executive Chef. I’m the first ever woman to hold this position. Read more about me here.

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WTG to Mac for taking back the “sponsorship” from Dragonlady. Time for a new one. If you aren’t familiar with the rules, have a look.

Alright boys and girls, this one should be easy:

My name is C.C. I am salaried and deal in a service.

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This isn’t a news blog, but I read this in the paper and wanted to post it:

Steve Lieder of Antigo, Wisconsin, plucked a bottle from White lake 11 years after his good friend Joshua baker, who died in a wreck last year, set it afloat with a note inside that read, “My name is Josh Baker. I am 10. If you find this put it on the news. The date is 4/16/95.”

Diane posted on her blog about her favorite potato masher being broken. It reminded me of my favorite cookware item of all time, not being broken, but being stolen. I had inherited, well it was handed down to me, my grandpa’s BIG DEEP iron skillet. Man. That thing was perfect for cooking a number of things on the stove, everything from a pot of beans to pot roast. It had to be 80 years old at least, because Gramps actually got it from HIS mother, so it was perfectly smooth and had a big heavy iron lid, too.

Very early in my marriage, while we were building our house, Mike’s mom asked us to come and live with her while our house was being built. One reason is that she was bedridden, she had a live-in caretaker, JUDY (the bitch), but Judy was taking 3 months off. Mama Ralls needed someone to take care of her during that time, and we needed to be close to our house-in-progress, which was just less than a mile from there. So we moved in, I took care of her and got to know her (a saint, I tell you.) When Judy came back, all hell broke loose. She wanted us out, and FAST. She basically made our lives hell until we hated her and she hated us and we went ahead and rented a trailer even closer to hour house.

I had my stuff stored in Mama’s basement, including the cherished skillet. That was the only item that was not found when I moved. Just up and walked away I guess. I know Judy took it and hid it because when I was moving in and she was temporarily moving out, she saw the skillet and commented on how “They don’t make em like that anymore.”

It’s true, they really don’t. I’ve searched high and low for one like it. You know, when you buy a new iron skillet, they really suck. They have ridges that would take forever to wear down. And when you find old, already seasoned iron skillets at garage sales and flea markets, the price is usually an arm and a leg. Even so, if I could find one like my gramp’s skillet, I would gladly pay at least an arm.

Oh how I miss grampa’s skillet… almost as much as grampa.

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WTG MacBro for beating DL to the punch and guessing this WML!

My name is Gary Knight and I operate a pornography store. I live in Houston, Texas though I’m originally from Wisconsin. I wanted a hotter climate than I could find there, and an even hotter job. My establishment sells porn films, magazines, adult toys and accessories, and we also have peep shows, for which I’m often giving change… and no, that’s not a roll of quarters in my pants. Oh yeah, and I’m also an ex-boyfriend of Diane’s.

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Ok boys and girls, let’s see if you can take away DragonLady’s glory!
Don’t forget to read the rules if you haven’t played before or aren’t sure of them.

My name is Gary Knight. I am salaried, and I deal in a service.

(Note: The term “service” should always be taken loosely. It does not always mean that there are no products involved, just that “service” better describes the occupation.)

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Because these mini patties I bought at a convenience store sure are chewy. They’re not supposed to be, right?

I wonder how old they are?

Whatever, I’m still eating them.

FINALLY! Someone has finally guessed this one. WTG to DRAGONLADY, queen of the blog games! Here is the answer:

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Congrats to Mac for guessing the occupation of our last guest.

Now on to a new What’s My Line? Please read the rules if you haven’t played before or aren’t sure of them.

My Name is Jimmy N. I am self-employed, and I deal in a service.

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Mike was watching TV, flipping channels, and I was here at the computer. I heard Brini Maxwell and realized that was where he stopped, he had been watching it for a few minutes. I sat here thinking, surely he’s not really gonna watch that? I went in to the living room and stood there for a sec just seeing if he was really watching. I said, “What are you watching?”

This is how the conversation went after that:

Mike: Is this girl for real?
Me: What do you mean by “for real?”
Mike: She doesn’t really act like that does she? It’s a spoof type show, right? Gotta be.
Me: Well, she doesn’t act like that in real life, of course.
Mike: Well, I’ve never seen her.
Me: Uh, you know that’s a guy, right?
Mike: What’s a guy??
Me: Her. Him. Brini Maxwell. Guy.
Mike: Bullshit.
Me: No, it’s a guy in drag.
Mike: Oh come on, it is not.
Me: Is too.
Mike: How do you know? Bullshit.
Me: Everyone knows. That’s what’s supposed to be funny about it. Its a guy.
Mike: *Looking at me suspiciously*
Me: Really, its a guy. Look at the hands. Hell, look at the ADAMS APPLE.
Mike: Son of a bitch!
Me: You sound mad.
Mike: No, I just can’t believe I didn’t know.
Me: You thought he was cute, huh?
Mike: NO. I never thought any HE was CUTE.
Me: I mean, when you thought he was a she, you thought SHE was cute.

Mikes face turned red, then…
SILENCE
SILENCE
SILENCE
until I busted out laughing and left the room.

As you know, I have 6 dogs. Not including the 7 new puppies which will go up for adoption in about 5 more weeks. If you have dogs, you probably battle fleas. We can usually get it taken care of pretty fast as soon as they start in the spring, but this year they’ve been much worse. We’ve dipped our dogs every few days all summer, plus spraying the yard and house, and throwing out granules too. We’ve hardly made a dent in them, it seems.

With fleas, sometimes come allergies. Yep, your dog can be allergic to flea bites. I have one dog who gets an allergy shot every month to stop her from continually chewing at her feet and back, which is where flea allergies usually affect them the most. So when another dog started chewing at her feet and losing her hair just this summer, I knew that’s what it was. I finally got around to taking her to the vet today.

He gave her an allergy shot and asked me what I’m doing about fleas. I told him about the battle. He told me that he wouldn’t charge me an office visit today if I would buy something for fleas for all my dogs. I told him it was a deal. I got the Frontline Plus for all six of my dogs, and all 7 puppies (two drops per puppy). I also got the flea pills, which are only 2.50 each. You give one to each dog and it kills all the fleas on them within two hours. It only lasts 72 hours though, so those are really more for just immediate relief until the other stuff kicks in.

The doc told me how to get rid of them in my yard and I wanted to pass it along. Find out where they’re breeding in the yard, and this will be the spot that the dogs lay in the most, and wherever you find holes have been dug. Dig about six inches down, removing the dirt to a wheelbarrow. Dig another 6 inches down and remove that dirt to another spot away from the first dirt. Put the first dirt back in the hole, cover with seven dust, then put the second dirt on top, and cover with more seven dust. So basically, bury the fleas. Then cover the entire yard with seven dust, enough to make it look like snow. Apply more the seven dust weekly. Do all this while treating them monthly with Frontline, and soon your flea problems will be gone.

MAN i hope this works. The vet estimated, and stressed that he was not exaggerating, that I probably have a million fleas at my home. He said, just because you only see 15 to 30 fleas on your dogs at a time, do not let that fool you.

So, how much did I spend today?
1 allergy shot - 23 dollars
1 treatment of Frontline for 6 dogs - 63 dollars
6 flea pills - 15 dollars
1 large bag of Seven Dust - 8 dollars
Seeing my dogs laying around peacefully not scratching for the first time this summer - PRICELESS.

This is a blog game I saw over at Diane’s. It’s not a tagging game, so just do it if you want to. Seems fun, so I’m doing it. I hope you’ll play, too. Here’s how:

Go to Wikipedia and search your birthday (not the year). Then you post three (3) items: two (2) births and one (1) death. I’m hoping if I invite enough folks to do this… at least one or two will do it. This isn’t mandatory… I just thought it would be fun… There are no rules…make it as simple or as complex as you wish. I of course, had to ramble. My initial goal was to just post pictures… HA! In any event, if you do this… let me know!!

My birthday is March 31, along with these two people:

1. Christopher Walken. WOW! I love him. He’s one of my all-time favorite actors. I didn’t know we shared a birthday.

My fave movies with him in it are Prophecy 1, 2, and 3. Also, here’s a cool video with him dancing, in case you didn’t catch it the first time I posted it last year.

2. Judith Rossner, an American author.

She wrote “Looking for Mr. Goodbar” among other great novels.

And this person died on my birthday:

Terri Schiavo

The girl whose husband legally had her feeding tubes removed so she could die after she was in a vegetative state for three years. It took 13 days of starvation.

And this not in the rules, it’s just an extra that I’m throwing in…
An event that happened on my birthday and year:
The Luna 10 space probe is launched by the Soviet Union. It would become the first probe to enter the moon’s orbit.