Mid-week Middle Name MeMe - a tad late...

I was tagged for the Middle Name MeMe (along time ago) by the effervescent Starrlight (and quite a few other people - I forget who and so as not to offend, I'll just say if you still visit me, you know who you are)… I don’t really have a middle name. I’m French Canadian Roman Catholic (well, that’s what it says on census forms) and we don’t do middle names, we have Christening names (yes, you read correctly.. plural)! I’m not about to drag them all out cause then I’d have to tag entirely too many people (apparently those are the rules...) so I picked one of the three. The choice was relatively easy, one is far too common, the other I hate but it was inserted there to appease my step-grandmother Juliette (who was also my Godmother).. so I’m left with one. It’s my daughter’s name. It was my maternal grandmother’s name, a woman I never met but was from what I am told the most gracious hostess and excellent cook. The purpose is, I believe, to share tidbits about oneself... so here we go. Oh, I added a few tunes to match the letters, some have a purpose, others I just enjoy. Alice… A is for Anything… Anytime… Anywhere… That’s friendship. L is for lily of the valley… one of my favourite scents. When I was in grade school, I had a teacher who smelled like lilies of the valley and the classroom smelled like her. She was a sweet and wonderful woman. That was back in the days where it was acceptable for a teacher to give her students a hug if they scraped their knee in the schoolyard, a kiss on the top of the head at Christmas, and a scolding or detention if needed. I wanted to be a teacher then. One hug and she made me forget whatever was upsetting me. I was enveloped in that scent. I is for island. Wouldn’t mind spending time on an island, but there’s not much I’d bring with me. A special someone, a hammock to lay in and be rocked by the gentle breeze of the ocean, and some tunes, maybe something to dance to under the moonlit sky. Oh, my ever thinking Chicklet says.. she’d bring a boat – duh mommy! C is for the Chicklet. She’s the light of my life, the one whose giggles make the whole world right again after a hard day. E is for ... ok I admit it, first thing that popped into my head is Elvis. (Black leather Elvis… not white jumpsuit Elvis). At a very special time in my life, a very special and perfect moment… this song started playing: I apologize to those who have tagged me. I know it took forever. I struggle every day with whether or not I should keep this place going. It’s something I do for me I guess. It’s a very selfish endeavour, but sometimes one needs something that isn’t designed to please others. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate every single traveler that comes along on my occasional trips and I cherish the time you make for me. As long as you get something from it. Oh.. and I don’t think there’s anyone left to tag, but if you weren’t and want to give it a whirl, have fun! And please let me know so I can read it… Love you all more than my luggage! Hugs, smooches and gropes!