I alternately like and hate my name. Its Ruth Claire (I was named after both my Grandmother’s) I’ve been called Claire my whole life because we lived near Grandma Ruth so it was easier to remember… but whenever we visit Nana Claire it gets confusing. Now though I go alternately by Claire, Ruth or RC. I kind of like RC the best though and actually I am thinking of changing my last name to the Gaelic spelling of my Mom’s maiden name.
Life is an exotic and sonorous nightmare, in which reason does not always play a role… - Exerpted from V:tM
Dreams die hard and we hold them in our hands long after they have turned to dust. - Bowen in Dragonheart
Human beings can always be relied upon to assert, with vigor, their god-given right to be stupid. - Seize the Night by Dean Koontz
You know why people call something impossible? Because it hasn't happened yet. - Robin Williams in What Dreams May Come
I’ve always liked mine–Allen. It isn’t very common, and it means “handsome” or “like a rock” in Gaelic. Since I am not built like a rock, I guess I’ll have to go with handsome
I’m not so fond of my last name, though. People have trouble pronouncing it, and it means “junk” or “scrap metal” in German. Oh well. One out of two isn’t bad.
Cessandra says:
I love my name. Michelle. It’s so pretty and feminine without being slutty or dull. And it’s right there in between too rare and too popular
I agree. Except it looks better with one ‘l’. My husband is Dany with one ‘n’. We always joke that our parents couldn’t afford to give us that extra letter.
Before I was married I was Michele Smith. How boring. My married name is Cunningham. Even if I get divorced, I’m keeping the last name.
And another thing. My husband is the opposite of Irish. He tells people he’s Black Irish.
I like my name: Claudia. I think it fits me and it’s unusual enough that I’ve only met 2 or 3 people in my life with the same name. It means “lame”, though…oh well.
If I had been a boy, I would have been Tony.
All you people named Paul - I love that name. My favorite uncle is named Paul. He’s a real man’s man (farmer, learned how to ski when he was 60 and is now a ski instructor), but he’s a very caring guy, too.
Why am I getting the vision of the opening monologe from " The Englishman Who Went Up A Hill And Came Down A Mountian "
For those of you who haven’t seen it: It’s in a small town in Wales and every one there has the last name like Smith (I think, it could be Brown, but you get the idea) and to differentiate between the names, they have nick names based on their jobs or hobby
" Plumber Jones " or “Cabbage Head Jones - because he raises large cabbages and it matches his personality” It’s a quaint folksy movie that you could watch with your Grandma.
So, Pluto, because of your name being so common at work, are you known as " Accounting Bob" or “BroomPusher Bob” or “CEO Bob” ?
I’ll log in here as the third Paul. I have mixed feelings about it. Mostly the reason I don’t like it is because of what it means. It means small or little. Whan you think about it, that’s kind of insulting for a guy. Most of the time I like it OK.
When asked after I give my litany of how much I hate my name, “What would you like to be called?” I just went blank. I mean, I never thought of changing my name. That would be too easy.
Naturally, I shot back a rejoinder, " Hell, I don’t care. Just call me Shirley."
Wow, that was a big simulpost. Thanks C3. On the plus side my full name is Paul Langlois. There is a band out there called the Tragically Hip and a member of the band has the exact same name as me. Not that’s cool.
No! I’ve always hatedmy name, Rose. It is so old-fashioned. I was named after one of my aunts. I asked my mum what my other aunts were named: Agnes and Bertha. Okay…
But still, there isn’t any famous Rose who is what you might cal attractive.
Of course, rock and roll helped; AC/DC’s song WHole Lotta Rosie made me feel better, also that I can be Rosie Ramone!
I HATE my first name, Heather. The name conjures pictures of ditzy, bikini-clad blondes in the minds of men. I am so unlike that IRL. In college, I had people call me Thur, which was close enough to Thor that I was happy.
My last name rhymes with “devil”, but people still pronounce it wrong and spell it wrong, even though it is a simple name.
I used to hate my last name too, but I found that I could make a great name for myself by combining my first and last name and dropping 2 letters: Heathen Evil. I still sometimes spell my last name this way:
(n)Evil(l). (My mother is horrified.)
*Lexicon: Not only that, but my last name is McDonald, so I have a very weird name combo, Santiago McDonald. *
I’ve heard of two restaurants that have names that are Irish/Hispanic: Jose O’Shea’s and Carlos O’Kelly’s. I’d suggest you do the same, but Mickey D’s would probably sue you big time for using “McDonald’s”.
Wrong thinking is punished, right thinking is just as swiftly rewarded. You’ll find it an effective combination.
Well, right now, my first and last names are ok. But, if my SO and I end up getting married, my name is going to sound like a really bad Petticoat Junction character.
My name’s Tony. I like it, cuz it was unique when I was growing up. Also, one of my favorite TV characters was Tony Nelson of “I Dream Of Jeanie”. (What was even cooler was that his full name was Anthony William Nelson, so we had the same middle name too.)
What I don’t like about it is that some clueless people write my name as “Toni” or “Toney”. I betcha they have trouble with Tim, Bill, Don, and other obvious names. :rolleyes:
Wrong thinking is punished, right thinking is just as swiftly rewarded. You’ll find it an effective combination.
Back in the '70s, someone published a book on names that applied a personality to given names. The joke was that you could predetermine your kid’s life by assigning him/her the proper name. So I looked up “Bill.”
The definition was “Nothing much could possibly be wrong with anyone called ‘Bill.’”
I looked up “Bob.” The definition was “See ‘Bill.’”
That said, I find it to be an appellation sunk in relentless tedium. At the Chicago Doperfest last November, all the male attendees were Bills and Bobs and Chrises and Joes, and after calling each other by the wrong and totally interchangable names for a coupla hours I think we all went back to “Uke” and “UncleBeer” and “Omniscient” and “Jophiel.”
Little Pianola and little Banjo are “Rose” and “Quinn” in RL. Quirky without being goofy, or so I like to think.
When I was younger, I hated my name. My given name is Jeanne (pronounced “gene”). My family called me Jeannie. So, I got all of the same lame jokes from everyone.
When I got older (college), I decided that “Jeannie” was kind of cute. So, I started going by that. Now when people make the same old jokes, I just say, “Oh, that’s a good one. I’ve never heard that one before.” It shuts them up.
Also, my middle name is Marie. When I was little, I had a book called “Jeanne Marie Counts Her Sheep.” I thought that was so cools, having a book named after me.
I never hate myself in the morning. I sleep till noon.
–Sig line courtesy of Wally
