I come by it honestly.... And I need your help.

The fact that I am a little bit "off" has been made abundantly clear on this Lil Blog 'O Mine.
I prefer the term "Quirky" or "Unique" but whatever!

Anyway...
I come by it honestly.
Many many family members before me are down right CRAZY!
No, not padded-cell crazy, but they are a strange bunch.

My Grandfather had an unwavering belief in Listerine Anapestic Mouth wash. It could heal all things. (Think My Big Greek Wedding and the Windex. Yep it was THAT bad!)

My Grandmother swears to this day that I make my eyes Hazel/green just to bug her! (she wanted brown eyes)
She irons her bras!

Then there is my spoiled-rotten sister.
She is now 27 years old and STILL has a security blanket. That she STOLE from our dear sweet mother!
She has a steadfast rule that no one may order the same dish as her at any restaurant.
She is deathly afraid of those small bag worm caterpillars, she knows they will swarm and bite her toes off.
I could go on and on... she really needs to be medicated.

Speaking of my dear sweet mother.
You know, the one who doesn't remember the worlds worst black eye?
The one who made her 16 year old daughter (me) drive all the way to a neighboring town to buy a single can of beer that she needed for her biscuit recipe, because she didn't want to chance bumping into someone from church while securing her booze?
Yeah.. That one!

Well.. she has a strange little need to name her cars.
She can't just pick a name out of the blue either, the car has to "tell her" it's personality.
She has had boy cars, girl cars, and even one who turned out to be gay.

Not only must she name HER cars, but she thinks we must name ours too.
So, to humor her and make her happy, I oblige and name my cars.

I name my vehicles based on looks.

I've had Oscar,

and Beulah aka "Big Mamma".
This brings me to my newest predicament.

Look at this "face"

What do YOU think it's name is?