I should have learned this lesson in Junior High when I went off in class about how stupid the name Eunice was in front of my teacher Mrs. Mateau while she gave me this very funny look. Mrs. Eunice Mateau as I later found out.
That's hilarious.
Once when I was sleepy, I mentioned that I really wasn't fond of the name Thomas, which is sprinkled liberally throughout all branches of my family tree (there's like, ten or eleven of them last count)... to a friend/semi-family member named Tom. Short for...
::facepalm::
Bitch. I have a cousin named Thomas. Well, technically, I only have him on the family tree. He drowned when my mother was first pregnant with me.
PS, lest any Toms feel dissed, I got over my issues (which are totally related to how freakin' many there are in my family, and shit, I was forgetting all about my cousin Tom in that count--no, really, there's a fuck of a lot of Toms), and the Chosen Boy Name that doomed us to having a girl per the ultrasound tech was Gabriel Thomas.
That's hilarious.
It was all Eunice Shriver's fault. Imagine my obnoxious 14 y.o. self saying, "Eunice! What a shriveled up old lady name. What a prune sucking name." as Mrs. Mateau's left eyebrow got higher and higher on her forehead.
Once when I was sleepy, I mentioned that I really wasn't fond of the name Thomas, which is sprinkled liberally throughout all branches of my family tree (there's like, ten or eleven of them last count)... to a friend/semi-family member named Tom. Short for...
My friend Brad came up to before Prom and said, "Did you hear about the girl in our class who did a wet t-shirt contest in Key West?" [nudge nudge wink wink]
Me: "That would be my date."
I like Eunice Shriver, but I'd never name anyone that.
I like Eunice Shriver, but I'd never name anyone that.
Mrs. Mateau (who was actually a relatively young and attractive woman) explained that it sounded prettier in her native Spanish.
Eunice is my middle name. Growing up, it embarrassed me, though I couldn't say I hated it, as it was my grandmother's name. Now I think it at least has the virtue of being distinctive, unlike Susan, which is boring, frumpy, and sounds 20 years older than I am.
Eunice is my middle name.
Sorry!
I'm never talking about names again.
I apologize to all the Eunices and Alistairs in the world.
I still think my middle name is worse.
I'll see you at the game, dear.
