The Queen of What?

Howdy do everybody? After checking out my pal Brie's blog on various thoughts and theater, I decided to start my own. I too have some pretty interesting, weird, extremely random but nevertheless ME thoughts. And so it begins...this is my first post and as I tap away at the keys I am reminded of three things:

1. How extremely cold my fingers are
2. Why in the world is PECO (the water co.) drilling outside at 12:33AM?
3. Who am I going to invite to check out my blog? Who could I amuse?

It's evident, I multi-think amongst other things. Some multi-task, I multi-think. Take that!

So my handle is NeenTheQueen. Reason being, I noticed a lot of cool cats (friends, family, associates, allies, arch-nemesis'---okay I don't have any arch-nemesis' but it sounded cool, admit it, it sounded cool) any who, a lot of those just listed will call me Neen on a regular basis. My government is Nina which is usually a nickname but creatively enough, it is Neen that has had the privilege of sticking. So anyway, I've been thinking of how I feel when people call me this and I must admit I feel all warm and tingly inside. I sense a familiarity and comfort when people call me this. The origin of this nickname started with my Titi Marilyn if my memory serves me right (the older I get the more it serves me wrong.) My dear Titi Lamalin, as I like to call her now a days has always called me Neenu, Neen, Nini amongst the one others have adopted as their own...Neen. ::WARNING!:: RABBIT TRAIL UP AHEAD ::WARNING!:: Ahhh the sweet memories with my Titi Marilyn...I think I'll break out with a few old school baby pix...if you haven't already been distracted by the random baby pix in random places, do yourself a favor and scroll up to take a trip down memory lane. I was rocking polka-dots like it never left and came back!!! THAT'S RIGHT!!!

ANDDDDDD WE'RE BACK....

Where was I? Oh yes, the name...Well, I've thought about it and I like it. Therefore on this day February 6th @ 12:42AM, I will adopt Neen as my official nickname, everything else will be second to none.
I know what you're thinking...what about the queen part? She is so full of herself. Really, it's not that serious...it's quite simple. I serve and am madly in love with the King of Kings, I happen to be His bride, awaiting his return...therefore, that makes me, the princess? What do I look like a four year old? No, that makes me HIS QUEEN. I'm a royal priesthood. I'm royalty. I'm His Queen. Simply put.

Alas, the end of my very first monumental post must come to an end. But, I will end it with some shout-outs...

Brie - thanks for bringing me back to my blog roots lol
Evelyn - On a serious note, I feel honored to live with a watchman ;o) you're going to tear up the Kingdom of Darkness
Kari - I just really think you'll enjoy this lol so big ups to you suga pie
Lynette - I also think you'll be quite amused by this over there at Walmer Law!