How very odd. My mom’s name is Dolores Ann. Do you have problems with people spelling it ‘Delores’? That drives her batty for some reason.
The name bestowed upon me by the parental units, Lisa Catherine, was chosen because they needed another ‘L’ name (two sisters with names beginning with L… they liked the consistency) and of course the necessary saint’s name. The surname means ‘Peacemaker’… clearly these are not people who have met my family.
Anyway, I’m in process of changing the first and middle names… have the paperwork submitted and am just waiting for the slow-as-a-slug legal system to do what it needs to. I’ve chosen to bow down before my Celtic roots… Devyn Ainsley. Devyn is Gaelic for poet, Ainsley is Gaelic/Celtic for ‘one’s own meadow.’ In preparation for the eventual change, I’ve begun using Devyn exclusively when introducing myself to strangers. According to some people, it’s quite fitting. They know who they are. Wish the family was taking it as well.
Yes, indeed . My name is constantly mis-spelled. It is very annoying, people just go ahead and spell it any which way. Delores, Deloris, ect, ect. And being called “Dee” drives me up the wall.
Of corse, to make matters worse, my big sister couldn’t say Dolores and called me Lorrie. No one calls me Dolores. And no one can spell Lorrie the way I do either.
BTW, my daughter’s name is Margaret. Her cousin tried to say that and the poor child ended up being called “Maggot.” You should see they way strangers look at you when you call a 17 year old girl Maggot. People don’t quite understand that Maggot is said with love.
I have no idea, actually. My 'rents swear that I was named after neither the actress or the song that were both out and around when I was being born. They just heard the name somewhere and liked it. I guess they just liked the sound of my middle name with my first name (better than some middle names I’ve heard with my first name.)
I’m Ronald Dean Jones Jr. For those who are slow on the uptake, that means I was named after my father. This pissed off my mom though, since they had agreed to name me Robert, after my maternal grandfather.
My dad was signing the certificate (so the story goes), got the “R-O” written, then at the last minute named me after himself.
As the firstborn, I was supposed to be a son and I was to be named for my paternal grandfather, Michael. Hence, Michelle. I had no middle name, but for years I used my confirmation name - Elizabeth.
My Perfect Child[sup]TM[/sup] is named Sarah - specifically not after anyone on either side of the family. We chose the name because it doesn’t have a common diminutive. Her middle name is my first name.
I was named after a very controversial early feminist, whose writing provoked a screaming match between Women’s Studies students in the cafeteria of my University last year.
My full name is Joseph Daniel Alain Richard Topping. Like most male Québécois born before 1960 the Joseph is part and parcel of the name (female children had “Marie” instead). The Daniel, etc. is part of a family tradition, our names should be an anagram (mine being DART, my two brothers being FAST and TACT). Unfortunately, my father was also named Richard, so to differentiate between the two of us, since the age of three, I’ve been called Dick. I do not respond to another name. Growing up in a French milieu, no big deal (except for the usual French/English thingamajig). But when I started associating with English speakers, then the fun started…
Oh, for more fun and games, apparently the first Toppings in Québec were amongst Wolfe’s troops at the battle of the Plains of Abrahams in 1755. And from my mother’s side, I’m supposedly descended from Acadian partisans.
My name is Jennifer Lee also. At first I was told that I was named Jennifer after a friend of my mom’s. Only recently did I find out that the REAL reason I was named Jennifer was because my mom liked the Donovan song “Jennifer Juniper”. :eek:
Lee is one of my mom’s middle names. It was either Lee or Uilani. All in all, I think I lucked out on the name thing.
My father is named James Thomas (first and middle), and my mother, in a fit of late 60s cuteness, decided we all had to have the initials JTH, just like dad. My sister is Jana Therese and my brother is James Thomas, 4th. For me, Jodi was was my mother’s second choice – her first choice, Joella (pronounced Jo-Ella, not Joel-a), was vetoed by Dad, for which I thank him to this day. My middle name is Tamara, presumably just because it starts with T. I never use it, but I don’t mind it – I do loathe “Tammy,” though. I am so not a Tammy.
I hated my name when I was a kid – I wanted to be named Tina. (I loved that name; I have no idea why.) Now I like Jodi.
My first name is Megan. My mom had been reading “The Thornbirds” waaayyyyyy before I was born. She told my dad that if they ever had another child, she would like to name it Megan, after the main female character in the book. The thing was, they knew that they could never have another child again (b/t eachother). When they got the chance to adopt, they took it and named me Megan.
My name is Ellen Katrina Straw.
I was not named for anyone in particular in the family line. I have heard that “Ellen” comes from “Helen,” and that it means “torch” or torchlight. “Katrina” is the same as “Catherine” and I’m not sure what it means.
The surname “Straw” is an Americanized version of our original name, Stroh. It was changed by my German immigrant farmer forebears sometime around the Revolutionary War so they wouldn’t sound so…foreign.
I was believed to be a boy before I was born, and if that had been the case, I would have been “Jonathan.”
My parents came up with “Katrina” as a first name because they had been looking for a name with a hard K or C sound at the beginning (family tradition–my mom and her brothers are Kahlene, Keith, and Kevin). Allegedly, they were sitting at a stoplight when dad said “You know, we haven’t thought of Katrina as a name…” and that was that. After I was born, everyone assumed that I was named after a character on a soap opera of the time, but neither of my parents had even been aware of the character’s existence.
My middle name is Marie because my dad had a crush on the alarmingly young Marie Osmond while mom was pregnant with me. Yeah, that’s a fun story to tell people… :rolleyes:
I am Francis Stanley Krawczak II. I am named after my dad, but with the appendage II, not Jr. since my mother refused to have a child that might be called Junior. Stanley was my grandfather’s name. I also have the same nickname as my dad, so at family gatherings I am refered to as Bud Lite.
My name is Caroline Grace Louise Mooney. I don’t know where Caroline or Grace came from but Louise is my grandmother. She talked the priest to putting Louise on my baptismal certificate. Mooney isn’t my real last name; it’s supposed to be Farrell. My grandfather’s parents abandoned him so he lived with his mother’s parents whose last name was Mooney.
~Kittie
The only complaint I’ve ever had about my name is that it has the same number of syllables as my brother’s so we never could tell who they were yelling for if we couldn’t actually hear what they were saying…
My name is Shannon. My parents decided that they didn’t want to name me after anyone in the family, but they’d make both sets of grandparents happy by giving me a (pseudo)Irish first name, and a French (Renee’) middle name. They said they picked Shannon because they liked that terrible song that came out before I was born. I think that it was just precognition on their part, though, since my name does mean “small and wise.”
Wish the family was taking it as well. 
