A couple days ago I was tweeting with someone, who I don't recall, but I remember telling them something and then saying, "There's a story behind that. I should put it on my blog." The problem is I can't remember what it is we were talking about. Here are some other "There's a story behind that" stories though.

Sereptajane
Sereptajane is my User ID or Login name on a lot of the places I have to sign in to on the internet. What's the story behind Sereptajane? Serepta Jane Simons Brown was my great great grandmother. She was gone long before my time so I never knew her. I love her name though! No one else in the family seems to care for it and apparently she didn't either because she didn't go by it. Since I liked it so much I decided to use it. So that's the story behind my username of Sereptajane.

Princess Nevermind
Somewhere waaaaay back in the family tree on my Dad's side of the family, someone was born the child of a prince, at least I think it was a prince, and his concubine. That birth did not fall in the line of succession to the throne. I figure I got gypped out of being a princess. In one of the forums I used to go to there were about three of us claiming to be a princess of one sort or another and two Queenies. I always seemed to be saying "nevermind" about something so one day I decided I was Princess Nevermind. I even have an email address that is princessnevermind@xxxxx.com.

Fluffy Dean
I used to have a cat named Fluffy. My ex had a job that took him all over the state and sometimes out of state. He took off one rainy Monday morning for Fairmount, Indiana and was to be gone all week. Shortly after arriving at the fertilizer plant in Fairmount the employees there asked him if a soaking wet cat that had just appeared there was his. He looked at it and told them no. She was a long haired cat and after she started to dry out he realized it WAS our Fluffy. Apparently she had rode all the way from the southern part of Wells County to Fairmount on the frame rail of his service truck. He wasn't able to bring her back home and I wasn't able to go get her either. They kept her in their warehouse and took care of her until I could go pick her up on Friday. I decided that if she wanted to go to the hometown of James Dean so badly that she would ride all the way there on the frame rail with water getting thrown on her by the tires, then she at least deserved to share his name. From then on she was known as Fluffy Dean.

Those are just some of my "There's a story behind that" stories. Maybe I'll tell you some more later. Maybe I'll remember the one I WANTED to tell you about later!