i saw a romanov traveling exhibit a bit ago. very interesting and very sad. i tend to go through museums and exhibits quickly so i’m always waiting for the rest of the group at the exit. everyone who exited was very quiet and sad. they kept talking in whispers for quite a bit after.
olga as well as igor are very popular russian names. neither carry over into the u.s. very well. many first generation kids got those names, they tend to die from 2nd gen. on. the other 4 names carry on quite a while after “the landing”. i know tons of anastasias, alexis, marias, and tatianas.
anastasia tends to get anya or tasya as a nick. in russia (rarely in the u.s.) stacy is the popular nick in the u.s.
alexis gets aloysha as a nick in russia, alek, alex, lexi, in the u.s. in russia alek is usually used for aleksandr.
for maria, marusha or masha is the fav. nick in russia. mimi, ria, or the ever popular mare in the u.s.
tatiana has the ever popular tanya as a nick in russia. in the u.s. tanya has become a name in and of itself. tina and tat are other u.s. nicks.
you may have noticed that olga didn’t make that list. most olgas don’t go by the nic. i’ve only heard it once. it is one of those “serious kid” names like lydia that just don’t get cuteized. most olgas live up to that standard and are serious people. if they are wild and crazy, fun loving olgas they are usually called by some other name, like peekabo or tiddles and the ilk. you would never know unless you saw the name on an offical document, that an olga lurked behind.
and rue, it could have been waaaayyyy worse, there just isn’t much you can do with a name like paraskeva. anytime you think olga is bad, think of poor wee paraskeva.
Worst name to be saddled with at birth has to be Fanny. Case in point - I once knew a woman whose married name was Fanny Sweat. There’s just too many possibilities to list with a name like Fanny.
I’m still hoping to hear Swampy’s pointers on how to throw a hissy fit.
I am very bad at them. Instead, I get quiet, and say in a happy voice, “Oh, I know you can’t help me, but I’m confident that someone within 20 feet of where you are sitting can. Why don’t you go get them. NOW!”
IMHO a truly good hissy fit does not involve screaming and flinging stuff. A true hissy is righteous indignation, an even yet ominous tone of voice and THE LOOK. That’s the hardest thing to describe. THE LOOK involves looking like you are seeing right through the person and not believing a word the person is saying. My father, as I have mentioned before, was the Master of THE LOOK. My mother and my sibs all tell me I have THE LOOK. Heck, my father told me that too after seeing me in action with a car dealer I’d had enough of once. He was quite impressed with my “ain’t takin’ no bs from you” stance with said car dealer. High praise that was. Oh and I was all of 19 at the time.
However, if need be, I can fling fits with the best of em. I ain’t gay for nuttin’ after all.
I shouldn’t snark and run because that’s just rude. But I did anyway, so I didn’t say this yesterday when I first thought of it. But on the upside I remembered to say it now, even after all the dryer talk. (I was reading along and was going to post a reply, but things were boggy and something came up before the reply screen and I had to go, so I didn’t wait long enough to reply. At least that’s my story.)
With your name around here Faerie, I figured you really knew. Way back, deep down in your heart of hearts.
Colors or overrated Ex. You’re not missing anything. Unless you’re with the bomb squad. Then not being able to tell the red wire from the black wire- you’d probably be missing a few fingers.
Veronica!
Veronica Veronica Bo Bronica
Banana Fanna Fo Fronica
Fe Fi Mo Meronica
Veronica!
Least that’s the way I think it goes. Anyways, Ashes[sup]2[/sup] your name can so be done. So There!
Kill the wabbit! Kill the wabbit! Kill the wabbit! is going through my head right now. I may have to pull out some of my Warner Brothers cartoons tapes tonight.
I just lurve em all! Still when Elmer Fudd is carrying the “dead” Bugs off at the end of “Kill The Wabbit” and Bugs looks up and says, “So, what did you expect from an opera? A happy ending?” it still just cracks me up!
I don’t have much to report today. It’s kind of a depressing day here, all grey and chilly, and what with train wrecks happenin’ and all. So, just checkin’ in and tellin’ that I’ll be havin’ hangerburgers for dinner tonite. That is all.
Funny you should mention burgers Puggy. I’m going to Backyard Burgers tonight. I got me a hankerin’ for a good burger but don’t wanna grill and their burgers are pretty dang good. So good that instead of going to margarita night at the really good local Mexican place, I’m going there. MMMMMMMM burger!
Veronica!
Veronica Veronica Bo Bronica
Banana Fanna Fo Fronica
Fe Fi Mo Meronica
Veronica!
Doesn’t exactly trip off the tongue, does it swampy? There was always an awkward silence around the campfire when we got to my name. That had nothing to do with anything, erm, else.
I’ve lasted exactly one day on my diet and then I bought a can of the new flavor Pringles and ate half of them. I have no will power it seems and not much sense either. Plus now I want one of those hamburgers everybody’s eating. Just one bite? Pleeease?
Bob, I’m giving you The Look. Chuck, indeed.
I have to go to Mexico today and I don’t wanna. It’s been raining and while I accept that I’ll be taking my life in my hands, driving wise, I do believe I’m more afraid of some evil sewer related stench. I will focus upon the goodies I will buy at the bakery. But can’t eat. Dammit.
Backyard Burgers got some good burgers. So does my little neighborhood eyetalian place. Really good roles there too and I can get em to drop a handful of jalapeno slices onto the cheese. Mmmmmm, some mayo and catsoup and you are there.
