My Daily Minefield

I have a niece.  Her name is Squee.  Ok, so it’s not really Squee. But, that’s what I call her, especially when I speak of her in the third person. Sometimes when I’m feeling really “hip” and “with it” and “cool” I’ve been overheard calling her The Squee.

I started calling her Squee because when she was born, she was so precious and tiny and adorable.  And her hair grew straight up out of her head, just like someone had planted a field of grass right there on her noggin.

That’s how you know she’s related to Beloved.  Without frequent maintenance, he too manages to cultivate plant life, in the form of shrubbry, on the top of his head.

(The spiky hair thing is completely off topic and has nothing to do with the Squee thing, it’s just something that makes me smile when I think of her.)

Editor’s note:  Squee’ s hair is now very beautiful and shiny and stylish. And most importantly, it points in a downward direction. Beloved on the other hand, well, we’re still talking major Tumblin’ Tumbleweeds here!

I came up with the name Squee because around the time she was born, I was playing Myst 3: Exile.

The Squee was small, white chipmunk looking animal that lived in the Myst world.  It would come out of hiding, eat berries and make a sweet chirping “squee” sound.

Too cute for words, just like my niece!

Referring to her as Squee, during her infant and toddler years, turned out to be a good thing. You see, her parent’s gave her a French name which they spelled, well, like they do in France. And up untill almost her 2nd birthday, I spelled it wrong.

Elle a un nom français.

Et sa tante est une idiote.

I’ll give you a big hint on what the second sentence says:

tante = aunt   and  idiote = pretty much speaks for itself!

Editor’s note part deux: French translations are courtesy of babelfish.yahoo.com.  Please direct all blame towards them if my sentence structure or verb congegations are incorrect. I will have you know that I take great pride in mutilating only 2 of the approximately 6,900 languages spoken in the world today.  And French is NOT one of them!

Well, Squee is rapidly becoming a beautiful young lady, with pretty hair that no longer defies gravity.  And, like all of us, she is developing her own taste in music.

Therefore, it is in her honor that I take great pleasure in offering the classic rock song “You’re My Best Friend” performed by her favorite band, Queen.

Granted they are no Pearl Jam, or Eddie Vedder hehehehe, but I’ll take me some Queen any day of the week.

Have a Very Happy Day Squee!