Showing posts with label pickle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pickle. Show all posts

Friday, February 26, 2010

Not the Nickleback Pickle

OK, kids, so Richard thinks my blog title is dorky.

He didn't come right out and say, "Your blog title is dorky." No, he's more subtle than that. He simply started walking around the house using his Fred Willard voice to say the following:

"That's write!" and
"I don't think so!" and
"I can't do my work!"

The benefit of knowing someone since you were teens is you can tell when that person is ridiculing you.

I know, I know. Ignore that one. But earlier in the day, my news buddy Kerry pointed out that while my blog is cool and all, it'll never catch up with that pickle that beat Nickelback for the most fans on Facebook.

LTM: Hahahahaha... oh.

Can I just say that as a fan, pickles are really hard to beat?

Well, except that one that ran for Spanish Fort mayor a few years ago. He lost pretty handily. (Richard pointed out he was one of those crazy Pineda Island Pickles, and upon reflection, I agreed. That probably was his undoing.)

We actually have a really nice Timber Creek Pickle in our church choir. There's also a Duck. And a few houses down from us live the Barefoots. (They're not Am. Indians. I asked.) Across the street are the Koors. Everyone likes to congregate at their house around 5 p.m. to unwind, discuss the day, world events...

So I'm going with the whole "can't beat 'em, join 'em" philosophy. If the title changes, it's going to be a Pickle. But perhaps I should distinguish myself. I could be the Laid-back Pickle. Or the nerdy, Has-Trouble-Coming-Up-With-Names Pickle.

I don't know.

What do you guys think? Is my blog title dorky? If so, some of you creative types send me some suggestions. I don't want it to be just my silly ole name.

P.S.
My favorite eaterie in Shreveport was The Real Pickle. Oh, and here's that Fred Willard bit.