Today is the annual Talk Like a Pirate Day and since Matthew and I grew up as Pinckney Pirates, it’s certainly a day to celebrate- by talking like pirates of course! After seeing the last Pirates of the Caribbean film, Matthew spent the next week talking like a pirate. We teach a 3 and 4 year old Sunday School class at church and he kept asking the kids, “How arrrrrre ya’ doin’?” They just looked at him like he was nuts. It made me laugh, anyway!
Did you know that you have a pirate name? Mine is Captain Ethel Rackham.
Apparently, even pirates know that when I’m around, I’m the one in charge. Read for yourself:
Even though there’s no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you’re the one in charge. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!
Matthew’s pirate name is Calico James Cash (based solely on my answers for him, not his own).
Often indecisive, you can’t even choose a favorite color. You’re apt to follow wherever the wind blows you, just like Calico Jack Rackham, your namesake. You’re musical, and you’ve got a certain style if not flair. You’ll do just fine. Arr!
I like Matthew’s better.
I’m still recovering from a week of work travel. I loved, loved, loved the mountains, particularly the town of Black Mountain. I told Matthew we need to move there someday. It’s nice to dream, isn’t it? I have pictures and I will get them up. When is another question.
For now, have a happy Talk like a Pirate Day mateys!
This was rather fun
Good to know we are both Ethel’s 
Mad Ethel Vane
Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You tend to blend into the background occaisionally, but that’s okay, because it’s much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!
What a fun thing to do amidst my boring work day! Matthew & I are a lot alike, apparently…
Calico Jenny Rackham (with the same description you have on the blog for M)
I kinda like it!
Disemboweling with a spoon perhaps, Mad Ethel?