Lorraine
Patricia.
I was named after my paternal grandmother, who had a son (my father), then two girls. She and her husband (my father’s father) decided that having a boy was too “difficult”, so they dumped him off at his grandparents every opportunity they got, which was often. Apparently (according to my great aunt), my dad showed up on his grandparents door step with the clothing on his back, and that was it.
When he was about 15 years old, his mother (Pat) got breast cancer. His father (Pat’s wife–are you following this?) refused to take Pat to get treatment, so my dad drove her back and forth to the hospital for treatments. When he was 16, she died of breast cancer.
However, the end result is that I was named after my father’s mom who couldn’t be bothered with her son and dumped him off on relatives every opporuntity she got.
Anthony.
sigh
Elaine.
I have unimaginitive parents.
Woodburn. It’s family last name. I hate it.
Monelle. No idea where my Grandfather got it. Never met another Monelle either.
It seems really common to me, as both my roommates in college, including laurelann , share it.
Anne. That ‘e’ is very important.
Before I got married and began to use my maiden name as a middle name, my middle name was “Tanner.” I hated this. “Tanner” wasn’t even a family name. It was the name of a philosophy professor to whom my father lost a poker bet in 1947. The terms of the bet: the loser’s firstborn child would carry the surname of the winner as a middle name. If my father had been a better poker player, I could have had a nice middle name, like “Ann” or “Elizabeth.”
Untill I was 14 I was sure my middle name was;
DAMMIT
As in Crane DAMMIT get in here right now!
Actually it’s Allen
Bwahahaha! That would have given Star Wars an extra layer of ha-ha, if a certain element didn’t get paired down in revision:
If only Sir Alec Guinness ended up reading the line “Your father was seduced by the Bogan.” 
“Lower Hutt.” Hee hee hee. God, I’m a nerd. Sorry.
Until the age of 5 or so, my brother was relatively certain his name was “Danny Goddammit.” (His middle name is Jason, btw.)
And a friend of mine spent many years thinking his full name was “No, Max.” It was even how he introduced himself to people. (And he has no middle name. See, I stayed on topic!)
Kimberly.
I was supposed to be a boy, so my name was all ready - “Dad’s name, III”.
I wasn’t a boy.
There was a box of Kimberly Clark tissue on the nightstand.
So, where are all the Lynns? When I was in highschool, it seemed that almost half of the girls in my grade had the middle name of Lynn. Don’t know if it was a mid-70s trend, or what. Mine is Michele.
Alan. It’s a family middle name, I guess, since my great-grandfather’s middle name was Alan (or Allen, I can’t remember which right now.)
Kay. I actually sort of wish it was just the letter “K,” which I think would somehow be cooler. I usually just use the initial, but my first and last names go so well together that I tend to drop it completely if at all possible.
Heh, me too. My maternal grandmother’s name. I’m glad they picked Lee, It could have been Luganie! :eek:
Louise - family name.
That is coo-ool!
As for me: Andreas.
Elaine. Not so bad as middle names go.
VCNJ~