I did a free Kabbalaism Name Report for my name Bahiyyih Mudd.

The name Bahiyyih is strong and denotes a great leader. One that is highly organized and efficient. Bahiyyih is the one that does it all themselves, because they know how to do it right. Bahiyyih brings home the bacon, fries it up in a pan and then tells you how to chew it. Bahiyyih takes control issues to a ten.

I then went to facebook and sent friend requests to all the other Bahiyyihs. There are only twenty five of us on there so we should stick together. We are a strong group of women that are very familiar with “How do you say that again?” “Can you spell it?” “Bu What?” “I am just gonna call you B.” We are the ones asked “What kind of name is that?” and “What are you anyways?” We get each other well atleast for the most part. We might be able to take over the world, but I have a dirty little secret…

My last name Mudd. According to the report results Mudd is the name of a carb addicted, jolly disheveled fool. The happy go lucky barefoot hobbit dancing around with snot on their sleeves. Type II diabetes Paula Deen Fan Club members. Well slap my knee and pass the butter. Slobbering dingle berry laughing to themselves. THEY SMELL LIKE FROSTING!

Did I go and friend all the Mudds? Ah no. I have enough Mudd in my life. I thought for a slight moment that perhaps I should friend them, be their leader. Start a Cult. It would be a dumb Cult, but a Cult non the less. They would join! There would be cake and no dress code man. It was just a great passing fantasy.

I will admit both names suit me pretty well. I am a great leader, not because I want to be but because I problem solve well and can get others to follow with ease. My organizational skills are subpar. I am two tablespoons of crazy away from being on Hoarders. I have vintage cardboard?

Bahiyyih runs the show and Mudd chuckles in the background and leaves a trail of cake crumbs and hasn’t combed her hair for two days. Bahiyyih cracks the whip and Mudd hides cookies. Mudd feels goofy until Bahiyyih glares at her and yells at her to SIT STILL. They have had thirty seven years to make Peace and get along for the most part, but Bahiyyih is really going to be pissed later to find out what Mudd is making for dinner.