Maurice.
Kay.
Victoria.
Felicia Laeticia Glory Elena Destiny Melinda Love.
(What, a real answer? Fine, it’s my middle name, my mother’s maiden, and my cousin’s first: Shannon.)
Me neither. And my first name is really boring. I’m starting to think I should just pick one.
Kimo
I dare you to say
[CENTER]
Kimo sabe!!![/SIZE]
Rachael. If only my first name was Sun, I could be Sun Ray.
Te Ruahikihiki
I want my cookie.
I used ‘Rosie’ when I was a kid. I may have to start using it again.
Herman.
I am actually “the Third”, as in III. My wife wanted to name our son MyLastName Herman OurLastName the Fourth, but I put the kibosh on it. This is not a fricking dynasty.
Regards,
Shodan Herman LastName the Third
No, it isn’t pronounced ThroatWarbler Mangrove
Mine is Alan.
Mine is Lalen.
Also a Marie, also born and raised Catholic. My first name was a made up mixture of two saints names so they had to go with something more normal and traditional for the middle name. My mother and one grandmother are also named Mary and my other grandmother was Mae, so it’s also an homage to all of them.
You know, I don’t remember my confirmation name. It’s either Elizabeth or Kathryn. Come to think of it, it’s probably Kathryn because I used my sister’s first name and all the nuns tried to tell me I was spelling it wrong.
Dean . . . bugt nobody ever used it but my mother and the IRS. Mom used it only when I was in deeep doo doo as a kid.
Howard…How lame is that? my first name is Neal, which was the name of an alcoholic ghost St. Bernard on the old TV show Topper, which was very popular when I was in grade school. In Kindergarten the height of humor was for some aspiring humorist to yell in my ear “Neal down.” Much as I loathed Neal, I always thought Howard was infinitely worse. For awhile in high school I decided my middle name was Alec but it didn’t take. I felt like too much of a poser. I briefly considered switching over to my Hebrew names but they sounded too weird to American ears. So it’s Neal Howard I was designated and it’s Neal Howard I remain, except for here where I’m Marque Elf… a name that has nothing to do with elves.
Stanley… cause I’m such a tool
Lucy.
Honest. (No, it’s not a nickname. See, it’s even right here on my driver license.)
[Well meaning 7th grade English teacher] “Uh, How do you spell your middle name?”
[Mortified newly ordained teen in a new school] “I’m sure they got it right.”
[Very Persistent English Teacher] “Oh, I’m sure this must be incorrect. Please spell it for me …”
[Very Mortified Teen] “Trust me, it’s right. Starts with an ‘L’ …”
[VPET] “NO, I’m certain that this must be an error.”
[VMT] “Trust me – if it doesn’t look right to you, then it must be correct!”
[VPET} "NO, this can’t be spelled correctly. Who in their right mind would name a boy ‘Lucy’???
[VMT, Sheepishly] “My parents.”
Didn’t help that some son of donkey and mule act had a song in the top 10 titled “A Boy Named Sue” … :wally
I fought it for for a long time. (About 3 hours – 'Til about lunch time.) It’s been Lucy ever since. Hence the handle ‘Lucy In Disguise’ (a play on all the 'Lucy In The Sky With Diamond jokes …
(Thank you Mrs. Boyden, where ever you are. I mean that sincerely, too! *I am not * being facetious! 
)
I think I got off easy, though. Could have had my great-grandfather’s full name: Ezekial Marion Lucy. (Can you imagine going through the inner-city school system with a name like that? Dealing with just my middle name was a piece of cake. 
You realize her name is actually K. Lee, for Kaywinnit Lee Frye, right?
Just geeking here…