It all started with this post. Now about 75% of the searches that lead to my site have the word ‘nickname’ in them. Nicknames are very popular around here. And where ever nicknames go, pet names are there holding its hand. Affectionate names, boyfriend nicknames, girlfriend nicknames, and cute nicknames are all gathered around too – like one, big, happy, family. In the spirit of “give ’em what they want”, I have started a list of pet names to give the thousands of you who visit here every month and have no clue what to call your affectionate other some ideas. If you know of one that is missing, let me know in the comments and I’ll add it. OK, here we go…..
Affectionate Cute Pet Names
Alliebear (Good for all your Allison’s)
Angel of Mine
Apple of My Eye
Darling o’ Mine
Handsome Baby Boo
Honey Bunches of Oats
Knight In Shining Armor
My Beautiful Beloved
My One and Only
My Special Star
My Sweet BoY
Peaches ‘n’ Creme
Schmooooky Pookie Pooo
Soda Pop (as sweet as…)
Suga’pie Honey Bun
Sweet Pear Half In Your Own Heavy Syrup
I spent most of last week in Louisiana celebrating the marriage of Pandy and my brother.
My brother is hitched. It’s hard to find words to describe how happy I am for the both of them. That’s part of the reason I slipped past doing my best man speech (which I now feel totally guilty about). I’d written it on the plane ride down there, I had the angle I was going to take outlined in my mind for months, I had it all written down and in my pocket ready to go. But when it came down to it, my nerves got the best of me and I failed to deliver. I handed the hand written speech to them after the wedding and told them to open it on the first night of their honeymoon. That made me feel a little better. Anyway, I wish everyone could have as much happiness and fun as they do together.
All of it was gorgeous. It was a great afternoon/evening/night of friends, family, and celebration. So much happened that it’s hard to remember it all. My brother and Pandy are two of the most important people in my life and I wish them the best of everything life has to offer.
I got a call yesterday from my pops. We were going to go have a look at his new house. He said he had the garage door opener and we could probably sneak through the back door to have a snoop around. I told him I’m gonna opt out till he actually has a key to the place. He laughed and said that was understandable. Then he announced he was getting married. He said he didn’t want to tell me over the phone but he couldn’t wait. I’m really excited for him. He said they are thinking of setting a date for sometime in spring. It’s been, I don’t know, four, maybe five years since the divorce. Not that it matters how long it’s been really. I’m just glad he’s happy. She’s a wonderful woman and they’ve known each other for a long time. They are both fantastic and loving people. Very deserving of each other. Congratulations pops!
Saturday was spent sleeping in, watching some tube, and running errands and hanging out with friends. We then headed up to Lionsgate for the wedding. The wedding was great. It was held outside and the weather ended up being perfect. The reception was a blast. There was a live band, the buffet actually tasted pretty decent, and I got to see lots of new and old friends.
I drove the bride and groom from the reception to the hotel in the groom’s father’s Buick GSX. At departing time everyone was gathered around the car. I loaded the bride and groom into the backseat to chants of my name as everyone had expected me to “lay a bunch of rubber” and “smokeout” that “musclecar”. I had a little trouble finding the keys as they were put on the seat and not left in the ignition as I was told. Meanwhile everyone outside of the car everyone is drunk and screaming, some of them yelling “yeah hubs!”. I start the engine. Then while the engine is running, with a sharp, grinding, pierce, I start the engine again. The crowd roars with laughter and I begin to get really nervous. I rev the engine for a little while longer, trying to figure out how I’m going to avoid the minvan and the guest house that are in front of me, and still “peelout”. The girls love a man who can peel-out and now was my chance. So I pressed on the brakes and held them down about half way, then I pressed on the accelerator, hard. I slowly crept forward about fifty feet but the wheels never began to slip so I let off the accelerator. The car then came slamming to a halt and the bride and groom came flying out of their seats in back and bounced off the front seats. I then slowly drove out of the parking lot with everyone inside and outside of the car laughing.
It might be true, that they are really out there. Those clouds. Pearly luminescent love. Wisps and shiny cotton wads of earth’s most natural of resources. Lightly skimming and sometimes enveloping. They float around the world wrapping around unsuspecting you’s and me’s. Most of us know they are out there only because we’ve been wrapped up in them before. When you are wrapped up with love it is a warm lustrous fog. And love, like normal clouds, look solid and separate and of their own entity from the outside or from a distance. But when you get near one, you learn it has no defined boundaries and that it’s an intangible, wonderful and refreshing fog. And when its thick you can’t see a thing. It might be true, that they are really out there. Those clouds.
People don’t meet because they both wanted to rent the only copy of Waiting For Guffman last Tuesday, or because your friend’s sister has a friend who is new in town, or because the cute girl in the black spaghetti strap top at the party last year couldn’t stop smiling because she noticed that you couldn’t stop staring. Sometimes people just meet, and sometimes they just happen to meet in a love cloud. It might be true, that they are really out there. Those clouds. And some people are lucky enough to bump into each other in their mist and swirl.
When and where we fall in love only seems random because the movement of love is just as sporadic as that of normal clouds. Right now there is one at the South Kensington stop of the Circe Line, another thick cloud is near a small lake at Minnehetti sports camp in West Virginia, and there are wisps on the fifteenth floor of Mutual of Omaha building in Salt Lake City. It might be true, that they are really out there. Those clouds. And we unknowingly walk into their fog. And we don’t fall in love with each other, we just fall in love.
The Twelve Chief Rules in Love:
1. Thou shalt avoid avarice like the deadly pestilence and shalt embrace its opposite.
2. Thou shalt keep thyself chaste for the sake of her whom thou lovest.
3. Thou shalt not knowingly strive to break up a correct love affair that someone else is engaged in.
4. Thou shalt not chose for thy love anyone whom a natural sense of shame forbids thee to marry.
5. Be mindful completely to avoid falsehood.
6. Thou shalt not have many who know of thy love affair.
7. Being obedient in all things to the commands of ladies, thou shalt ever strive to ally thyself to the service of Love.
8. In giving and receiving love’s solaces let modesty be ever-present.
9. Thou shalt speak no evil.
10. Thou shalt not be a revealer of love affairs.
11. Thou shalt be in all things polite and courteous.
12. In practising the solaces of love thou shalt not exceed the desires of thy lover.