I remember the game – we were playing it in school – we wrote 10 names of boys, 10 places to live, 10 jobs, 10 numbers – in a table. Whatever came in 10-year-old girls mind… Then we randomly picked one of each and in that way we were predicting our future. Which boy we were getting married, where we are going to live, what job we were going to do and the number of our children. The more unusual it was, the better and funnier! And everything I remember out of solutions of this game nowadays is – how I laughed out of my mind, when I picked my place to stay – hen coop. When I look back – maybe that little game became truth! No, I am not living in a hen coop, but I am married to »my Cock« and that became my surname too. That is why I became – hen, little pullet. The name I am using came out of my very poetic husband. I am very grateful to him for all the support of my new interest!
PUTKARNA
Friday, April 26, 2013
THE NAME - LITTLE-PULLET PLACE
»Putkarna« is slovene for »Little-pullet place«. It comes out of my surname, which is »Cock«.
I remember the game – we were playing it in school – we wrote 10 names of boys, 10 places to live, 10 jobs, 10 numbers – in a table. Whatever came in 10-year-old girls mind… Then we randomly picked one of each and in that way we were predicting our future. Which boy we were getting married, where we are going to live, what job we were going to do and the number of our children. The more unusual it was, the better and funnier! And everything I remember out of solutions of this game nowadays is – how I laughed out of my mind, when I picked my place to stay – hen coop. When I look back – maybe that little game became truth! No, I am not living in a hen coop, but I am married to »my Cock« and that became my surname too. That is why I became – hen, little pullet. The name I am using came out of my very poetic husband. I am very grateful to him for all the support of my new interest!
I remember the game – we were playing it in school – we wrote 10 names of boys, 10 places to live, 10 jobs, 10 numbers – in a table. Whatever came in 10-year-old girls mind… Then we randomly picked one of each and in that way we were predicting our future. Which boy we were getting married, where we are going to live, what job we were going to do and the number of our children. The more unusual it was, the better and funnier! And everything I remember out of solutions of this game nowadays is – how I laughed out of my mind, when I picked my place to stay – hen coop. When I look back – maybe that little game became truth! No, I am not living in a hen coop, but I am married to »my Cock« and that became my surname too. That is why I became – hen, little pullet. The name I am using came out of my very poetic husband. I am very grateful to him for all the support of my new interest!
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