Hello! My Name Is....

Hi!!  My name is Ella!  The year I was born, my name wasn't even in the top 1,000 most popular baby names.  I was the ONLY Ella in my school district until I graduated. 

I was NOT named after Ella Fitzgerald.  She is a lovely jazz singer, but I was named for my great-grandmother, Ella Mary Bolton.  No, my name isn't Ella Mary.  It's Ella.  Not Eleanore.  Not Ella-phant.  Not Ella Enchanted.  Not "Under my umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh..."  Just Ella.  :)

I like my name.  It used to be unusual until 2000 when John Travolta decided to name his daughter Ella Blue.  Now EVERYONE is naming their daughters Ella.  I've met more Ella's than I can shake a stick at!!  But I'm the most epic one I know!  :D  Just saying...  :P

So now you all know... THE TRUTH!!!  Lol.  :P  Hope it wasn't a major let-down for you guys.  I'm sure someone somewhere was expecting some kind of really obscure and weird name like Rumpelstiltskin or something.  But nope!!  I'm Ella!  :D

Scooter Out.

The Contest Has Come To A Halt!!!

For those of you who have been following, we've been playing a round of Guess Scooter's Name here on this blog!  I vowed to do the big reveal on March 6th, but it seems we've had someone guess!!

In this comment lies truth!!!  So I must live up to my promise.  Upon completion of the prize owl stuffy, I will inquire after a place to mail it to!

Congrats, love!!

Scooter Out.

We're Now Going To Play A Round Of.... Guess Scooter's Name!! :D

I decided the fair thing to do would be to give out a few clues and make this a bit of a contest.  The winner (providing they have no issues giving me their mailing address) will receive an adorable stuffed owl hand made by me.  :P  Sorry the prize isn't cooler.  I'm not a rich person.  If you win and you have an issue with me knowing your address.... Well.... You get the satisfaction of knowing you're an epic guesser!

Here's the clues!

Clue #1:  My name begins with a vowel and contains less than 5 letters.

Clue #2:  In the year 2000, a well-known actor gave his daughter this name.

Happy guessing!  The big reveal will be on March 6th, so you have until then!

Scooter Out.

Let's Talk About The F- Word

Family.  Yup!  Family.  What did you think I meant??

If I live to be 100 I don't think I will ever be able to understand or describe the family dynamic.  Predominantly because it differs with each individual and how they were raised. 

Families are ever-changing.  People are born.  People die.  People get married.  People get divorced.  You meet new friends and consider them family.  And let's not forget pets!

In my house, it's me, my mom, my step-dad, Remington (my dog) and Gretchen (my mom's dog).  I used to have Hokey, Pokey (hamsters) and Peanut (beta fish) but they've all passed on now.  So I have plants.  Lots of them.

Anyways...  As far as my house goes, I consider us all family.  There are times when I don't like my step-dad, but most of the time we're good. 

My mom's side of the family is pretty small.  It's just 2 uncles, 3 cousins, and 1 second cousin (child of cousin).  I'm the oldest grandchild and both grandparents have passed on.  Both aunts have divorced out of the family, so it's just that little bunch. 

I don't really care to acknowledge my step-dad's family.  Mainly for two reasons... 1) They don't like me and I don't like them.  They think I'm stuck up and I think most of them are white trash.  2)  There's so many of them that I don't know everyone's names and frankly don't care to know.  But, I'll put it this way.... Grandma Mae had 10 kids.  Each of those kids has about 2 or 3 kids.  Each of those kids (except me) has at least one kid (WAY too young, too) and there's a myriad of boyfriends, baby daddies, baby mamas, girlfriends, and current spouses (only to be annulled next month) floating around.  I always make sure I take about 4 shots before I encounter them at Christmas.  And then I leave as soon as I can.  

My dad and my step-mom live in Atlanta.  My step-mom has 3 kids; 2 girls, 1 boy.  My brother is married and expecting his second (their first) child next month.  A boy.  My middle sister is married with one son and they're about to move it Indiana like idiots for reasons I can't even begin to comprehend because they're so inanely stupid.  My oldest sister has a son and a baby daddy.  She's about to move out of my dad's house (again) into a ratty apartment on the bad bad side of town.  God bless her.  And that child.  It's gonna take a miracle for that kid to not turn out like his father.

Daddy has a brother and a sister and I love them both dearly.  My aunt breeds Siberian Huskies and is a radio dj.  My uncle.... I'm not sure what he does for work.  I just know he plays bass like you wouldn't believe.  Both are married.  My aunt has no children and my uncle has 2.  I'm the oldest biological grandchild on that side.  :)

I don't know much about my step-mom's family.  I know her parents are still living and she has a brother and an identical twin sister.  But I've only met her brother and sister.  She hates her mother.  Apparently she's really mean.

As far as people in my life that I consider family goes.... I have quite a handful of those.  :)  I love my friends dearly and they know it.  Or at least I hope they do.  I even love my friends I've made online via Facebook and, of course, BlogSpot.  :)

Well, lovelies, till next time....



*Name reveal coming soon!* 

Anyone (except Jack!!!) who cares to venture a guess at it.... Go for it!!  :D

Scooter Out.

Am I Wrong For Having My Own Opinions?

You may think that I'm a stubborn opinionated bitch, but this is my blog and I will post my thoughts on it regardless of what anyone else says or thinks.  If you don't like it, don't read it.

I am a woman.  I have a brain.  I have a mouth.  I have opinions.  And I will voice them.  I'm not a quiet-respectful-don't-misbehave-do-what-your-husband-tells-you-ask-no-questions-barefoot-and-pregnant-in-the-kitchen kind of woman.  I never have been.  I never will be. 

I'm compassionate.
I'm smart.
I'm independent.
I'm loving.
I'm strong.
I'm forgiving.
I'm a bit naive at times.
I cry.
I laugh.
I love.
I give.
I live.
I will not be brought down.  Especially by others of my gender.
I believe in the Bible.  But I also believe my own convictions.
I love God.  But I also love the people I have in this life.
I am not a stereotype.

Stop trying to categorize me.  It can't be done.  Don't tell me I'm wrong because my beliefs are different than yours.  And don't tell me I need to "pray about it" if you don't even care to understand why I think the way I do.  I have reasons for the way I think.  If you don't like it, then don't be a part of my life. 

I am me.  Nobody else.  I..... Have made the decision to reveal my name.  Why not?  I like my name.  And it's who I am. 

*Name reveal coming soon!* 

Anyone (except Jack!!!) who cares to venture a guess at it.... Go for it!!  :D

Scooter Out