Last June we went out to CA for a week. We stayed with my uncle, got to see cousins and toured all around San Francisco and the general vicinity. Not wanting my uncle to act as our on-call chauffeur, we rented a car. Since we had never been to CA before and had no clue where anything was, the car we rented had a GPS. That was when I decided I have to get one of those things. I love toys, especially electronic toys. About a month later, we were the proud owners of our very own GPS:
Now I don’t know if this is common behavior among those little gadgets but ours nags (or, rather, she nags, because it has a female voice). She stubbornly tries to direct us to streets we prefer to avoid because of traffic. If you are driving on a street parallel to the one she wants you on, at every single corner she will tell you to turn or “when possible, make a legal u-turn.” (What if we wanted to make an illegal u-turn??)
She is also passive aggressive. If you ignore her a few times, she will stop talking to you. She says to herself, “Oh, yeah? You’re not going to do what I say? Well now you’re on your own!” One day I fully expect her to curse me out.
One day when Frank and I were driving, we were trying to think up a name for the GPS. If you have something talking to you and you want to yell back at it, you need to name it. The problem was, we couldn’t think up a good name. So, here is your challenge – NAME MY GPS.
This is officially a contest. The winner will get a nifty little gift consisting of some homemade soap. I just made a new batch yesterday, something completely different than anything I ever made before – oatmeal soap.
In the event that no one comes up with a name we like, the prize will then be given to whoever comes up with the funniest name. Peggy, you can play but you’re not allowed to win. You already won the last 2 contests. Everyone else – post your entries here in a comment to this blog post. You’re only allowed one entry so make it count. Frank & I are the final judges and Supreme Rulers so I don’t care if ya’ll like a different one than the one we pick.
This contest officially ends on Friday, September 21st at 11:59 p.m.
Monkling, Jr.
I’m going to have to think this one through for awhile…..
I know I only get one entry, but then I can’t win anyhow so:
Monklingstein
and then there’s:
Monkzilla
I don’t know if this is funny or not.. because it does seem funny to me.. but might not to you..
but Laura … as in Laura from the Dick Van Dyke show. She was a complete nag and I could visualize your GPS crossing it’s arms and not looking at you when you ignored her much like Laura would to Rob on the show. You know the whole cross your arms and continuously reposition yourself so the one trying to talk to you sees nothing but your back and your nose in the air in a complete huff and not uttering a word.
Also Laura is quite normal enough so that if she gets on your nerves and you walk into a group of people with Frank there and you are late you can obviously blame Laura and talk about how she gave you incorrect directions and just plain got on your nerves without sounding like a moron.
I mean how would this sound..
Frank, Belzebob got in my nerves on the way here.
smooch
I’ve gotta say, Ann Marie’s name is inspired; I love it! I also think Monklingstein is great. This is not my official entry, but what I keep thinking is Jerry. Or, in this case, Jeri. I don’t know why; there is no reason. But, then again, I also like Belzebob! Or Elizabeth. Luci, short for Lucifer? Heloise–as in Hints from. Or Wendy–Wendy the Wonder GPS. I could go on and on.
Drinks and chat tonight?
Wait, Jeri is my name and I’m not bossy. Okay, I am, but I wouldn’t try to boss around Monk. Maybe I would, but I wouldn’t be successful.
I’m thinking MOM. And you can say, “Mom, leave me alone. I know where I’m going.”
My GPS’s name is Jill. Why? Because that’s what the voice is called on the voice list. Today Jill said, “Recalculating,” a million times until she finally saw it my way. I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. “Shut up, Jill, or I’m going to silence your voice.”
Jer. I can’t ever imagine you being bossy. Bahahahahaha!!! I am so glad you live far away because you can’t slap me from there. How does Jill feel about being a GPS?
I am not going to comment on any of these entries because I don’t want to tip my hand as to what I may or may not like. Plus Frank gets 50% of the voting and he’s working late tonight.
I am still trying to figure out how I can program your GPS so that right before it goes into ignore mode it goes..
“Ohhhhh Rooobbbb!”
Now that would be frigging cool!!
Okay, how about Gladys (for Gladys Kravitz (sp?)
or Blanche
Mine is called Tripsy, so you can’t name her that… or could you:
Tripsy, Too.
Tripsy2
Tripsy, Jr.
Whatever…