So, what's with the chicken?

Being in a relationship is awesome.  You have someone to go to with all of your problems (no matter how silly they may be), they take care of you, give you presents, etc.  All good things.

But as we all know, relationships can also be difficult.  Meeting the parents/families, getting to know their friends, making sure things don't get boring...  Ah yes, and then there are the "pet names." 

Rewind to senior year of high school.  After going to mass every week for my entire life, I knew that the priest said something about blessing the various leaders of the church every week.  The first name of the Archbishop of Philadelphia was/is Justin.  So I thought of how silly it would be to put a nickname with that...  Say, "Justy-Bear."  Wouldn't that get a few laughs, even at a Catholic church?  I thought so. 

Of course, this translated to my then friend/sort of boyfriend-ish, now husband, Justin.  My best friend Tiffany and I started with Justy-Bear, then we just shortened it to Bear.  Or sometimes Justy.  We are pretty creative.

Somewhere along the line, after we started going out, Justin began calling me Beebs.  No clue where it came from, but it worked quite nicely.  Beebs and Bear.  Our mutual gamer friends loved it, and would use those names at every chance.  Usually saying them in funny voices.  We are now in college, BTW, and oh so mature.

Then came the discovery (well, rediscovery maybe?) of the song The Great Speckled Bird, sung by Johnny Cash (I guess it was a cover, because I don't think he was the one who wrote it...).  Now, I have actual freckles, AKA speckles.  And apparently, I resemble a bird.  Cool.  I'm really excited about that one.  Chicken somehow just happened, and The Speckles Chicken, or TSC, was born!  Our friend Jon had a lot to do with this, as he and Justin are like long-lost brothers or something.

After TSC had lost it's fervor, it was just shortened down to Bird, and later Brd.  And Bear became Br.  We don't like vowels. 

Banjo Kazooie is the pretty much the epitome of our lives together.

And this was playing most of the time I was typing.  That, and we are playing Halo.  By ourselves.  On a Saturday.  WE ARE THE COOLEST.

I don't understand...

Music today is insane.  I don't get it.  Back in my day, we didn't listen to all the hip-hops.  OK, we did, but at least it sort of made sense.  Everything has been done already, so the only place to go is down (apparently).

Justin just had "Hey Soul Sister" by Train on his YouTube (yes, we are in our mid-twenties and we spend our Friday nights sitting next to each other on separate laptops...  What of it?), and I must say, it's horrible. 

Have you listened to the lyrics?  I mean, really listened?  For some reason, this song makes me uncomfortable.  It totally does.  I don't care about how shaven you are. 

We need to go back to the time of qwijibo (thanks, Justin, for typing that in there).  Yes, that wonderful composer Wolfgang Qwijibo. 

I need to sit further away from him from now on (story of my life).

Wow, I definitely didn't expect to write in this thing again so soon, but I could not contain my anger any longer.

Why?

Yes, why.  Why am I going to torture people (well, theoretically people will read this) by writing a blog?  Probably because I'm bored and my mind tends to work at amazingly fast speeds.  The problem, however, is that I cannot often keep up with my own brain, therefore a lot of it gets wasted.

Initially, I wanted Justin (my husband, for those who do not know), to start a blog about his antics bothering people at work, on Facebook, at home (namely, me, and sometimes the dog), and pretty much wherever he is.  Of course, I'm also quite immature and laugh at all of this.  But he declined, because he works 21234018473018 hours a day. 

So I will be writing in his stead.  I may also regale those who end up reading this with amazing tales from my actual life.  

A little intro about myself:

I am currently a stay-at-home dog/ferret mom, and a part-time cellist and string teacher.  Justin and I are originally from a suburb of Philadelphia, PA, and were recently moved to Houston, TX.  I have a crazy big family, and life growing up was pretty much insane.  I have no clue how my parents continue to do what they do.  They're amazing people.

I'm also a perfectionist, a bit OCD, and perhaps a tad ADHD. 

And a chicken.  Of the "a speckles chicken" variety.

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