What’s my name all about?

This is the post from this blog which astounded me and fed my mind until it burst! This post made me a Rob’s Surf Report addict.

I love research. It’s something I do with passion, but not to this extent, yet this is the extent to which I secretly aim and miss… with perhaps a sigh of relief that I am not this obsessive of detail… yet I wish I was sometimes.

Awesome post, and if you want to explore the shenanigans of the meaning of your name, read this and click those links. It totally topsy-turveyed my mind and I loved the upside-down tumble!

And so it’s no surprise that I nominated this blog for a bundle of blog awards – Here .

Check Rob’s Surf Report out… and surf the tidal wave of modern philosophical genius who doesn’t know he’s a philosophical genius… or does he!?!

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Here’s what I already knew about my name:

Robert means “bright fame”. It is Germanic in origin, coming from the Old High German Hrodebert. It came into the English language via the Norman Invasion and actually replaced a similar-sounding name in Old English. Now, Robert is a very common name borne by many famous people, including Robert the Bruce, the liberator of Scotland in the early 1300’s; and Robert Burns, the Bard of Scotland.

I was named Robert, as the story goes, because the name intended for me was already taken. Without naming names, the story goes that my parents had planned to name their son Jeffrey Scott, and by the time they had one, that name had been used within the family, so they changed the plan and named me Robert Wendell instead – the Robert coming from my father’s middle name, which is the name…

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What if I didn’t agree?

Okay, what if I chose the wrong post by okaywhatif to reblog?
I didn’t, but what if I did?
Okay, I did… now what?

I didn’t, in as much as this one hit a chord with me (shit I forgot to ‘Like’ it… note to self – fix that later).

I’m a Spartan. My partner is a collector. We’ve discussed this. He tends to win these sorts of discussions.

His collecting sometimes causes me to flip out. Our home is tiny and I get these moments when I feel like Alice in Wonderland when she grew big and her hands and feet burst out of the windows and doors of the house she was in. Claustrophobia induced by too much stuff.

However I don’t want my mind madness to curb my partner’s passions. His collections are always connected to a creative endeavour which is being explored. I love that about him and encourage it, because… that’s what I want when I am doing something similar, and he always encourages me!

What’s the solution? I don’t know, he doesn’t know… just say Om and get over it. Climb over it!

I did, because Okaywhatif is about so much more than this post… it’s a wonderful cornucopia of what ifs… and my mind lives the food that what if and the subsequent answering of such a curious question offers.

And I nominated this blog for a bundle of blog awards – Here.

Love this! Check okaywhatif out!

What if you don’t… hmmm. What if you did?

Okay, What if ?


Just junk you say

I say it’s a collection

Throw it out, it’s trash

But what if I need it

It’s piled up everywhere

I know where everything is

What a mess

What an investment

Where does it end

Let’s go shopping

Written for today’s Daily Prompt: Clean House
Is there “junk” in your life? What kind? How do you get rid of it?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us JUNK.

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Orange U Glad I’m Not Bananas

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