CANCER, CRAB, COCK

I felt it fitting to introduce myself to the world of blogging with three words that describe me oh so well. Although, interestingly enough I have neither cancer or a crab or a cock for that matter. Yet these three things, are my destiny. In fact, each word, was given to me, as my birth rite. So they were special to me before I even knew how to pronounce them. I'm actually shocked at my mother's inability to take note of this and name me appropriately; Crystal, Christi, Carla...

Instead I ended up with the letter in the alphabet that is mainly represented to small children with the picture of an Iguana. Yes, yes. The letter is I. Just in case you didn't catch that. See, Iguana, well Iguana starts with I. As does Iris, Igloo and Isabel. I cant think of too many other words that begin with I... but feel free to chime in whenever. Inn, interesting, inner. Fun little game isn't it?

So onto my three favorite words. My destinies. I should start every conversation with a member of the opposite sex by telling them that my three favorite words are; cancer, crab and cock. That ought to get me a date. Perhaps I will experiment this weekend. I'm up for a good laugh. It should be fairly entertaining. And then I can blog about it and share the outcome of my experiments with the world.

I was born on a little bitty Island ("I" word) in July. The year was 1981. I was born a cancer, represented by a crab in the Chinese year of the Cock. This July, will be my 28th one. I'm planning a pool party. It just seems fitting. I hope everyone can get off of work for it. It used to be summertime that was my issue. Everyone was out of school, so we celebrated the day of my birth with every other child in my class who happened to have a summer birthday, on the last day of school. I wish my teachers had recognized how terribly indecent this is to a child born in July. It was emotionally scarring. I'm not sure I quite grasp how I made it 28 years.

Now, I must fight off people with jobs, families, lives. The trick is to plan ahead forgoing any sort of negative outcome and the abuse my poor and emotional cancer, crab, cock heart might have ti endure. Its never to early to plan right? I start in January, because not only am I a Cancer, but also a middle child. It was fate. So my cancer, inner ("I" word) middle child, makes sure that no one misses the day of my birth. Ahhh... what a wonderful day it was. Perhaps a float trip is in order.

I have begun this blog, just weeks before my 28th birthday, as somewhat of a new beginning. A "rebirth" so to speak. Where will it lead? Lets find out shall we?


-"I"