John
Yeah, as dull as a couple o’ dead fish.
Same here. When I was little, I told the leader of my brownie troup that my name didn’t have an “h”. The ijit took the “H” off the* beginning of my last name*. :rolleyes:
And, of course, now I laugh at God every single day. But I tell Him I’m laughing with Him, not at Him. He’s sensitive.
I also get the following variations: Sarai (Sar-eye), Sarita (Sa-ree-ta), and Sara-bara-bo-bara.
To the Samantha that posted in this thread - I would have killed to have that name growing up. I would have told everyone to call me Sam. How cool is that?
But you do hang out with Eddie Haskell, right? 
My first name will be the only one like it in the entire thread:
Lamon. Pronounced with a looooooooong “a” as in Lay-mon. I won’t beat you up if you mispronounce it, however. I’ll just ignore you. 
My parents started calling me by my middle name as soon as I was born. I don’t know why they didn’t make it my first name since they obviously liked it better. It’s been pretty inconvenient as an adult. Friends and family know me as Kathy. Doctors and business people know me as Mary. When I was in the hospital, my friends couldn’t get any info because they were using the wrong name, even my sister forgot to ask about Mary.
My kids both go by their middle names. I had to put the “best” names in the middle because they just flowed better that way.
Melody
I will answer to just about anything including: deca(long story), Mel(which I hate), and Lody(cause a friend needed to give me a nickname and she knows that I hate Mel).
I have always been grateful that I wasn’t a boy because at the time I was conceived, my parents were big ZZ Top fans and my name was going to be Zachary Zebediah. Combined with my last name which is also a Z-name I would not like my parents today. Bless their drug-induced little minds…they just wanted a son they could call Little ZZ. :smack:
Well if you want to go by what names you are called at family gatherings, when my grandmother is around, I am “Tom-David-Michael.” My youngest cousin has it rough: “Tom-David-Michael-Brian-Davey-Joey.” Apparently she can only remember names of her boy descendants if she runs through them in order. (uncle-uncle-me-cousin x3).
I do this with my kids. Unfortunately for one of my daughters, Emma, I usually start out with my other daughter, Delaney.
It ends up coming out Del-Emma. Which is actually pretty funny, since I called her “Emma Dilemma” long before the baby was born. But the surest way for me to crack them up (and I don’t even do it on purpose) is to say… “Emma, I mean Delaney, I mean Zachary, I mean - CHILD SITTING IN THE MIDDLE!” Guaranteed giggles every time. Apparently it’s amusing to have a scatterbrain for a mom
With my sisters (Samantha and Melanie) it came out Smellanie. That might have been slightly on purpose though.
Ah, but they do call me… Tim.
Well, except for the people who don’t know my name.
Have you ever worked for a television station, Hayes?
And lest I be accused of not participating in the thread…Wayne. And the first one too. I now dance in egocentric exhultation.
Ead = owned land, wealth, riches, blessed - from the Old English (where wealth was often measure in land)
We named our son Evan when he was born in 1993 because we liked the sound, figured it was a really old name that no one used any more cause we had never heard of anyone named Evan, ever!
Now we have Evans coming out of the walls. He even once had a classmate with the same name.
Another Bob (or Robert)
Well, I’ll think of you everytime I hear Ben Folds sing Zak and Sara, which starts “Sara spelled without an H was getting bored…”
Me too. Named after something people erase, or remove.
That was my mom’s name!
Ohhh, you can call me Ray, or you can call me J, or you can call me Ray J, or you can call me Johnnie…but ya doesn’t have to call me Johnson!
(Who remembers Natural Light beer?)
Oh, it’s BOB.
If my honey is angry, it’s Robert.
go YANKEES!
I have an extremely unusual first name, so at the risk of losing my anonimity…
It’s Rock.
Apparently totally unrelated to anything. There’s no good backstory.
Woo hoo! My mom wanted to name me that! I got “Gwendolen” instead. Love that too.
Emanuel
But call me Eman…