Anna Banana

My name is Anna.

Anna Banana.

You can rest assured that if your name starts and ends with the letter A, and includes one or two N's squeezed in between, it will surely be followed with banana. It goes with the territory.

I have learned not to fight it, just let it be.

That's not to say, though, that I have always enjoyed being called Anna Banana, especially when it came to other kids (my brothers in particular) just trying to pester me. And because my name means grace, any sense of the word was rendered useless while I placed my hands on my hips and glared at the offender, saying "that's my name, don't wear it out".

Now if you are like most kids, that statement would be taken as an open invitation to try it. At which time they would be met with my second warning, "if you say it again, I'll punch you in the face".

And shortly thereafter, I would be sent to my room.

Now, if you were a fly on the wall during my growing up years, you would have seen me in my room quite often for things pertaining to 'unladylike behavior'.

But in my defense, he spit on me first.

I often wonder what it was like for my mom to have 3 boys and 1 girl; a girl who hated wearing dresses and, for that matter, anything 'girly'. I would much rather wrestle and play football than have a tea party any day. That's not to say my mom didn't try, but I think she gave up when, for the hundredth time, I threw a fit about having to wear a dress to Sunday school because it just wasn't cool.

Even though I have grown up (at least by my age, not necessarily by my maturity), you will still be hard pressed to see me wear a dress. But this time it isn't because I don't like them, but rather, because they are not practical. Here's why - I still like to wrestle and play football, and on summer nights you can hear me yelling along with all the kids in our neighborhood....

Apples. Peaches. Pumpkin Pie. If you're not ready holler I!

And who would want to wear a dress for that?

Oh, and speaking of dresses, it seems that I am in need of one. It can't be any old dress either, because contrary to popular belief, I do own a few. But this dress needs to be suitable for our court hearing while in Russia. And just in case you are wondering, no, you haven't missed anything. We do not have a court date set. We haven't even received a referral yet (which is an update I will post another day). It's just that I want to have as much taken care of as possible, because once we receive a referral, there will be many other priorities we will need to focus on.

Either way, I need to get off this computer. I do want to clarify though, that I am okay with you calling me Anna Banana. After all, my blog title includes that very name. Just don't be surprised is you hear a faint voice saying:

I'm rubber you're glue. Anything you say bounces off me and sticks to you....