I am not a kangaroo!
| I don’t like talking about my “pouch”. It makes me feel like a kangaroo. How weird would it be to give it a name so I don’t have to say pouch anymore. Wouldn’t it be fun to say things like “Sorry, I’ll have to pass on the tuna, Rupert finds it too fishy” … oh, or how about this when asked what I’m doing – “I’m going out to dinner with Ian and then to a movie”. Who needs to know Ian and Rupert are my pouch? |
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| Why do I have this feeling my pouch is male? I must ponder this some more. My sister Kate is an oddball too. I just know she will think of a great name if I don’t do it first. That’s it, I have decided that my “inner child” AKA “the pouch” needs a name. Let the thinking commence. I’ll test drive some names first. |
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May 18th, 2009 at 10:33 pm
isn’t it funny that you are *positive* your pouch is male and i’m 100% sure mine is female? hehe. lily is pretty fickle. mostly with dry meats, especially grilled chicken. she rejects it unless it’s smothered in some low-carb sauce to help it not be dry. i read you haven’t been sick yet — soo jealous! it’s a gross feeling. i was lucky and it has only been once really bad, and it was grilled chicken off a bar-be-que. i can’t imagine dumping from something with real sugar. ugh. anyway i think i’ve rambled enough. nice to meet you
May 18th, 2009 at 11:12 pm
I haven’t tried grilled chicken yet – but I’ve it just about every other way. I keep waiting for something to make me sick, but I think my little pouch is made of iron. That’s why I’m sure its male! Not a dainty little girl
I’m just waiting for my crazy sister to help me think of a fun name.
I hope you don’t have any more of those dumps – maybe Lily needs a spanking! :p
May 20th, 2009 at 10:15 am
Mine simply has the name “tummy”. Mostly in, “my tummy hurts.” or “my tummy is hungry”. I figured since we had a new stomach, and it was like an infant’s that it was sensitive, tummy seemed a good name to call it.
May 20th, 2009 at 2:51 pm
Well then, you must name your pouch Tony Stark! (Iron Man’s real name).
May 20th, 2009 at 6:11 pm
Currently, I’m leaning towards Simon. “Simon doesn’t like fish…” … “Simon says… chew more!” *ponder*
June 22nd, 2009 at 6:34 pm
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