On more than one occasion people have asked what "LittleMyoo" means. When I created my Google ID, I had no idea that LittleMyoo would show up everywhere. (I was a total blog novice.)
But gee, I guess "identity" means "identity."
When I started force-feeding my blog to my dad (without telling him), he deleted the first several e-mails because he had no idea who or what "LittleMyoo" was. Or why this freak was sending him e-mails.
My friend Janie Junebug, Grammar Queen Extraordinaire, wrote this hilarious post and publicly addressed my screwed-up blog name.
So let's get to it. My hubby and I tend to speak a language that no one else understands (or would even want to). For years, every time we would pass a field with cows, we would both start mooing.
That was the beginning.
Then when my mom, my daughter, and I started our little trio choir at mass, mom prompted us to sing "nyew" instead of "new" (nooh).
Following so far?
Philly and I started adding a "y" sound everywhere on words that rhymed with "new." Dyew, gyoo, Jyew, nyew, pee-yew (okay, that doesn't count). You get the picture.
Moo became Myoo. (I'm sorry if you're falling asleep.)
On occasion, Philly and I have been known to overeat. A lot. We pretty much feel like cows at that point.
Naturally, we'll start mooing. Only now it's myooing.
Philly quickly became "Myoo" and I became "Little Myoo."
I even got him this little flashlight cow. He moos...he doesn't myoo. But that's okay.
Here's our cow:
I made a voice recording of Philly lowing "myooooooo" and that's my phone ringtone. And when he calls me, I answer, "myoo??" People never quite know what to think of it because we both sound like cows mooing.
But not quite.
Mystery solved. Now have a myoo day.