I want to sell my sisters to the gypses

About two years ago, I decided that when I turned 40, my gift to myself would be doing something fun--something for me. I decided that I'm going to change my name--not completely change it, but I'm going to add two names to the one my father and mother gave me at birth.

After all--my first name is not after anyone that I know of--my middle name is my father's first name--but...no one in my family calls me by either names. I've ALWAYS been referred to by a totally different name.

Perhaps that's why I'm a stickler for being David and not Dave...

Anyway...I decided that I was going to add the name my family has called me all my life to the mix, as well as the name I've gone by for nearly half of my life. Not taking anything away. Just adding.

And...

My sisters, the trolls, have fuckin' freaked. All I've heard since I made this decision is how much it'll hurt Dad, and how much my name means to him...so much so that everytime I've tried to discuss this, they've basically gnashed their teeth...

Now...

Dad's sister Anna is getting weaker. He's left Arizona earlier than normal this year to be with her and his other sister, Lila, as they wait for Anna to make her final journey. This ALS crap is taking a lot out of the families--and of course, that's another thing I'm being bugged about--since I'm not there to see it every day, I MUST NOT CARE about anyone in the family.

Fuck.

Gypsies.

Or white slavers.

Hey...maybe I can get a trade-in on them!

Anyway...

Peace.