Belly Button It!!

 
He's not answering his phone much on his aqua sport and  cottage resort break, but you know  your son's having not too bad a time when he's uploading pics like this one on Facebook!  And not even one of the water-skiing or loch bungee jump, yet!! That's the soggy-brained priority youth of today for you......!!


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You Fly Little Things....!

This morning, Adam (GingerJesus)  was needing a bit of help filling out some form or other to return to work and was huffing at the box not being big enough to accept his full name!  Grunting at me, he shook his head and protested at where his and his brother Ross' (PrettyBoy)  names devired from.  Now, a 'Ross' and an 'Adam' sounds as if a fairly easygoing history could be attached to it.  If not a relative, then an actor, musician or sports hero, etc.  But their names actually are taken from fishing flies and decided by my male-dominated family as my belly grew!  Of course, I had some say in it, but was more bothered about health than labels.   Back then, family babies used to pop out at 4/3 in favour of boys. Anyhow:

Ross.........is from this little fellow whose proper title is  Peter-Ross:

Adam........is from this fine chap whose proper title is Adam's-Irresistible:

Kerri, my daughter from my first marriage didn't exactly escape the titles of the family clan of fishermen as they dubber her Hairy-Mairy:
 

   

Actually,  McScrooge invented a completely original one with her many moons ago, that I've tucked away safely.   I can recall it was so glittery and luminous that unless some fish wanted to swerve out of the gay riverbank closet to nab it, it would be pretty much useless.  But my gal never sticks to plain and mundane, she's a beautiful mad one-off herself!   My mob's certified names are actually  Peter-Ross Fergus  ♂, Adam Frank Thomas ♂, and . . . .Kerri Catherine  ♀
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 We had a giggle in convincing them at one point of their little lives, that every time they went fishing with their dad they had to use their fly names.  Weird thing is - they got massive reactions and goods aplenty from other anglers who thought that was quite cool!   Thankfully, this is something that has dwindled in the past 30 years of family babies and the girls are catching s up!  Slowly, my own mobs' interests turned to music.  I have no idea what their titles would have been if our family had been keen racehorse pundits!

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Little Lord Laughalong.

My youngest, Adam, 14, went back to primary school today. No, not because he's as thick as shit, but for work experience as part of his high school education. His job for this week is PA to the Administration corridor's staff rooms. He was lucky to get the position as it was mostly sought after by girls and had around 40 interested all together. But little smart ass got the job!

His day started by being shown to his room and basically, he manned the telephones, made tea, took dictation, made coffee, welcomed visitors, made more tea, helped the nurse with a head injury, made coffee, and so on. At one point he had a quick game of cards with the janitor!

All his old teachers welcomed him greatly. At lunchtime the women made him sit with them at the staff room dining table and were asking him all the embarrassing questions. Has he a girlfriend, and what high school subjects he's taken and rejected,ect. One, Mrs, Russell, came up to him and gave him a cuddle saying..."I'd never forget that face - how are you, ROSS?" ....his older brother! Egg on face time for one teacher, but by the end of the school day it was all smiles, charm and high-fiving the teachers! Mind you, the little boy in infants who had 'had an accident' slightly brought him down to primary earth! All in all, he enjoyed day one. Home half an hour earlier, too!

So, a future in education of some sort for Adam, maybe? That I wouldn't mind. Perhaps he'd be able to teach himself how to get from the side of his bed to the washing machine with them dirty boxers, then....? Hmmmmm......we'll see.......!