QUESTION OF THE DAY:
There is a funny little word game that pairs your first pet with the name of a street you grew up on(or pick your favorite or first street you lived on if you moved a lot like we did) to make a new...um..."stage" name for you.
My "stage" name would be
Bobo Kildare
First pet dog and first street I lived on.
Now, what is your stage name?
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Mine all sound stupid, this was the only one that sounded ok. Most of my pets were Fluffy, Whiskers, etc. And the streets I lived on were bucksport, oak, school, and route 186, lol
Muffy vanderbilt!!!
Snowball Washington!!
Dolittle Lavada!!!!
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
and ma,,,Sparky Christiana!!!
Axle Rose Poplar
Rokko El Rancho
thanks ladies!
LORD!
Sharon,,Good one!! LOLOLO!
Boy do I have a weird stage name...lol.
Regards,
Doyle <~~~~~
thanks for playing along everyone!
ps. my husband's name would be : Pepper Edgewood
LIFE ON THE RESERVATION. THERE WILL BE
ANOTHER CHAPTER SOON MANDI.
HEHEHE!
This was really fun.
Twinky Walworth
Buddy Cleveland
Douglas, now THAT is funny!!!
Actually, I'm still a little fluffy...lol
Bill would be Ginger Prospect....I guess he would be looking at some MAJOR surgery for that one to fit..lol
fluffy barnett is a good name! LOL!
Polar Montmerlo
I'm not sure what this sounds like!
Rusty Eagle....sounds like a native american "stage" name!
thanks for playing along!
Hey mandi, my question of the day - for you- is what's the story behind your gather Name (above)?
Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Shel Silverstein
testing
(and for some reason that 'Twinki Walworth' grows on me, let's hope I never have another daughter; Twinkie Walworth Burnham - she'd kill me. This article has been nothing but fun).