Dagnabit! Pushed the wrong button! I had more to say. ;Cept now I’ve forgotten what. Crap!
Carry on. <-- a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I don’t like my name either, but I’m not going to tell you what it is. But the nickname derived from it is actually found in Norse Mythology and I’m not even Norsican, Norwedgian? Sveedish? Hollandaise? whatever. I am a myth though, being that I have never been married.
The female names in my family were rather dull, lots of Marys (mother and paternal grandma), Marthas and one of my grandmas was Mae Bertha. So I guess I should be grateful that I was not named Mary Margaret Martha Mae Bertha.
Is it someone’s borthday then? Is there cake? How about pie? I’d really like a sandwich … ooh, deja vus.
Not all. I want to die at the age of 105, shot to death in bed by a jealous husband.
Swampy, how often do people add an unnecessary ‘t’ to your name, like a certain character on Sanford and Son?
Bumba that’s the way my brother died. Cept he also had a beer sittin’ on the table beside him. He truly went the way he woulda wanted to go. I was gonna make a “Papa Bear” comment but I decided not to. Of course that does not mean it won’t happen later. 
VunderBob that and a friggin “Y” in the middle of my name, which actually irritates me the most. :mad:
Having the beer would make that one a better way to go…
There’s always dying in your sleep like my uncle did, and not screaming like his passengers… 
I haven’t been ignoring you, FCM, just waiting 'til my voice threw off the hoarseness of my persistent sinus infection.
Happy Birthday, FCMom!
Are you having cake? I can be there in 3 hours time…
Thank you all for the warm and wunnerful b-day wishes, which are not in the least diminished by the total lack of chocolate love offerings in the mail this weekend… 
Yesterday was the big 5-1, and I say that to let the young 'uns (not you, swampy) know that there is, in fact, life after 50. It’s spent in a comfy chair in front of a computer… without chocolate… sigh
VunderBob, my sweetie got me an ice cream cake, and about half of it remains. I can’t promise any will be left in 3 hours, tho.
Regarding names - I am Michelle. I hated my name, being of junior high age when Paul McCartney set the name to music. But in '73, I dated a guy who “didn’t do” nicknames (I went by Mickie up till then) and when he said Michelle, it was magic!! Ah, young lust… Anyway, I’ve been Michelle ever since. I was supposed to be Michael, for my paternal grandfather, but that didn’t exactly work out. When I was 10, I wanted to be called Ruth. If I’d had a second daughter, that would have been her name.
My mom’s name is Loretta, but she goes by Chick - a variation on her maiden name. My MIL goes by Chick, too (because as a tiny tot, she killed a baby chick) but her name is MaryJane. My grandmothers were Marya and Juliana - both quite pretty when pronounced in Polish. Grandmothers-in-law were Ruby and Kattie.
Anything else you want to know?
(As swampy may have been alluding) But are you burly or brawny??
Well, I got an OK first name. James. Nit to bad, but people alwys want to call me Jim, which I’m not too big a fan of. I got a sweet middle name: Jacob. Old family name from the german side, the ones with the awesoem last names: the Huff(s). I wish I was born a few generations earlier and got the name Huff. Or the sweet last name on the other side, the ones that came to America in the 1700’s: the Savages. sigh Well, at least I’m not James Jacob Winerstraend.
But my brother did kind of get shafted for a first name. Just a wierd spelling. Parents couldn’t decide on the more English “Eric” or the more Scandinavian “Erik” (as in “the Red”) so they gave him both: “Erick.” More over, our last name is spelled differently than most last names with the same pronounciation, so having to correct that is a total bitch.
Does he have a college in norothern NY?
Did anyone else notice that there was an op-ed column in the NY Times today by a woman who "is the author of “Dr. Tatiana’s Sex Advice to All Creation: The Definitive Guide to the Evolutionary Biology of Sex.” " I don’t think I’d ever seen the name Tatiana before today and it came up twice! (I can provide the link, but it requires getting a login and password and stuff.)
We’re not afraid of winter, ya big sissy.
First, and most importantly, Happy Birthday, FCM–may it be a long, fun time before you sail into the sunset.
Names–an especially appropriate topic, as you will see later in my post. My name is perfectly Catholic American --Elizabeth Ann–but I’m actually named after a rhododendren (I think it’s a scarlett one). There are rhodies for each of my sisters as well. My Grandfather managed one of the best rhododendren nurseries on the west coast. I’m not sure if my mother specifically tried to find rhododendren names for us, or if it just worked out that way, but for a while my grandparents had our four namesakes in their yard (and one of them isn’t native to the west coast, so he had to go looking for that one).
My grandfathers were John and George, (but not the Beatles), and my grandmother were Mame and Norine. Norine had it better than her sister, my Aunt Billie–short for Willhemenia. I also had an aunt (great aunt really, Grandpa John’s sister) named Bert, and I’m not sure what that was short for, but I don’t think it was Bertha. Then there’s Bess, Lil, Bill (twins), Mick, Mock (I have no idea what his real name is, he’s always be Mock to me), Don, and three or four others. Their mother’s name was Ida and I think she may have had a twin sister who married John’s (Ida husband, my great-grandfather) brother. Or John had a twin who married Ida’s sisters, but I don’t think all four of them were twins. I know more of my family history than I thought, and now you all do as well. Aren’t you glad you’re reading this.
Okay, on to the reason why the topic of names is especially germane to me today. "Cus this weekend I got a kitty! And she’s perfect (or should I say purr-fect?). I got her from the Humane Society, she was part of a litter that did not all find homes, and someone at the Humand Sociaety saddled her with the name Tour Guide barbie. No one will admit to give her that name, nor to giving Rex the Green-eyed Dinasour his name. But the names showed up on the forms associated with these cats, so somebody is having fun naming creatures!
Needless to say, she will not remain Tour Guide Barbie in my home (our home, now). I believe her name is Kali Cat, or perhaps Kallie Cat, 'cuz I’m fond of the sounds of both “ka” and “lee” and so tend to use them in naming, even if that is a bit unoriginal, and besides, it’s a Greek prefix indicating “beautiful” or “of or with beauty” so it fits her to a Tee. If she indicates that this is not her name, I’ll search for what it is, but I think she’s gonna like being Kali Cat. Or Kallie Cat, if I think the Hindu connection will be troublesome.
More later. Yes, whether you want it or not.
If it makes you happy to think so, dear, yes, I am.
Actually, I used to be what Swampy would describe as burly before my doctor uttered the ‘D’ word. Since then I’ve slimmed down from my former 280 lbs. to around 220. And my ‘brawny’ days are fast slipping into the mists of yesteryear it seems. Gettin old ain’t fer sissies. :eek:
BTW, my maternal grandparents’ names were Elsie and Thurlow, and my paternal grandparents were Edith and Otto. All good names by me.
BTW, FCM, I was in Bi-Mart the other day and they were selling out their Christmas candy. I bought 2 boxes of Goo-Goo clusters at about 9 cents a Goo.
Howsabout I eat one in your honor?
I’d send it to you but they’re old, left-over, candy,
And you moved!
yeah, that’s the ticket.
Regallag your name isn’t James James Morrison Morrison Wetherby George DuPris is it?
Why did you ask? You don’t think his Mother when down to the middle of town, do you? Will she be home in time for tea?
So, I’m worth the honor of a 9-cent Goo?
Words fail me…
I have never, ever met anyone with the same name as mine. Nicknames, sure, but never a real given name. I hated it as a kid (too many possibilities for ridicule), but now I think it’s pretty cool…
Rock.
Not Rocky, not Rocco. Just Rock. There’s no good story to go with the name, either. Hardly anyone believes it’s my real name; they assume it’s misspelled or they transpose my first and last name (my last name is more common as a first name, but still unusual), or they think it’s a nickname, or they heard it wrong. I’ve been called Rick, Ron, Brock, Brick, Rod… There’s no ethnic association or relevance, either.
Well, if I’m doing the math correctly (which I’ll admit is not likely) he paid 9 cents per Goo, and there are two Goos in Goo-Goo Cluster (despite that fact that in reality it is only one clump of Goo). So that means you’re worth 18 cents. You should really feel honored!
Hope you had a good birthday, BTW. Although I did not know it was your birthday at the time, I ate a Swiss Cake Roll in your honor. Yummy!
Well, you just had to go and do it didn’t ya yellowval? You just had to mention Swiss Cake Rolls. Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls are a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge addiction of mine. I usually don’t buy them nor do I even think of them because if I buy them I cannot rest until the whole box is eaten. They sit there and taunt me. “But, swampy”, you say, “you can buy the individual two packs ya know.” Well, yeah, I know, but I have to go to the grocery store today for other stuff and they don’t sell the little two packs. They sell the boxes of six two packs. I will probably be compelled to buy a box. It’s all your fault yellowval. You hear me? All your fault! It is on your head.
Well, here swampy , let me take your mind off of those nasty snack rolls by saying I ate a homemade brownie for fcm’s birthday. There - that help?
Now, I’m assuming that FCM’s b’day was yesterday. If it was Saturday, then I had eaten 4 brownies for her. Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy brownies.
Susan