Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Here's how you know I have internet problems: I was thinking "Alayne's not a boy's name!" Oh. Right. That's not your actual last name.
I did this as well. And then went to Allen before I realized that I was using the wrong last name to figure it out...
I swapped my maiden to my middle. Didn't like my original middle, it had the same initial and, at the time, my stepsis had the same name as I did.
I like the new version. And had it long enough that I kept it post-divorce. Plus I finally like my initials now. I think the initials are what swayed me to just keep it. Well, and email addresses that I wasn't interested in changing. That too.
I have a battery-powered hubris alarm on my belt. And it’s set on vibrate, and it’s going crazy.
Man, non-Candidate Gore is funny and sexy.
Schram--does anyone want that name ON PURPOSE?
Seriously? Schram like cranky Seattle news celebrity Ken Schram?
That's actually kind of cool.
Yes, but try spelling it 500 times and it won't seem so cool. Also it doesn't sound mellifluous.
eta--we're probably related to that Ken guy. My grandfather was one of 11 kids. I don't know any of that side of the family, as he only spoke to 3 of them.
I just couldn't change my name. There is just no way. It's, you know, MY name.
None of my name choices have been political--thay have all been based on how the sound of the names made me feel.
Yeah, my decision lacked politics. It was the realization that I could finally not have the same name as my sis. And have a "could be anyone" name instead of an "ah, related" name.
Actually got an email from my dad today and thought he'd copied a really old email address of mine. Nope, my uncle (with whom I share a birthday and a first initial) has my old AOL address... And my stepmom could only get her personalized license plates when the same uncle's exwife gave them up.
I wanted a little anonymity. And it's my middle name now, so it is still there to hug and pet and call George.
Yes, but try spelling it 500 times and it won't seem so cool. Also it doesn't sound mellifluous.
I get this problem, honest!
And it really doesn't, does it? Not with your first name, at least.
eta--we're probably related to that Ken guy. My grandfather was one of 11 kids. I don't know any of that side of the family, as he only spoke to 3 of them.
I find him fascinating: [link]
Paul used to work with him, and back in the day, when I'd go collect our car from the lot, he and the news director were almost always out there smoking and cracking dirty jokes to each other.
Daisy, are they truly that indecisive, or just idiotic?
I have no freaking idea. Home now, but I feel bad for my coworker who is going over a nasty over pass, probably right now at rush hour.
I think it started out "They should go home early so they aren't driving icy roads at night, let them leave at 4." Then at noon or so it got bad, so they thought, "Oooh, maybe sooner since it's getting rough." Then it slowed down so they thought, "I shouldn't let them go too early if it's over." Then it started up again, and we were at lather, rinse repeat.
I've known quite a few "Robert Roberts", but they usually went by nicknames for the first name (Bobby, Robby, Bob, Junior...).
I wish I had changed my name to keep my maiden name as a middle name, instead of dropping it altogether.
My mom had kept her middle name when she married my dad because he liked the idea that they both had the same initials (he's Karl Albert, she's Kathleen Agnes) even though she really hates her middle name. A few years after they were divorced, she finally got around to changing the middle name to her maiden one.
Happy birthday, Emeline!!
I've spent my PTO day finishing putting up my Christmas tree. I'm thrilled to find out I've got more ornaments than I thought, so it looks nice and full. I've got gifts for almost everyone on my list figured out, even though I have to wait to buy them until next Friday. I've even gotten a hold of a cat-sitting service to come in and take care of Amarna while I'm at my mom's for the holidays. I'm really on top of this Christmas thing, and it's not even December yet!
There are a significant number of people who appear not to know or care that I was Vice President of the United States, but who are very tuned into the fact that I uttered the immortal line, “I have ridden the mighty moonworm.”
All hail King Gore, because he is glorious.
I ripped another shirt. This is ricockulous.
This time I was out. At lunch. Bent my arm to bring the drink to my lips and there it goes! Rips right across the elbow.
I really liked the shirt too. Lovely shade of purple.
Another one bites the dust.
Right now I feel sufficiently old that changing my name is not something I see doing. Or even, really, it coming up.
Not that I am old. I just feel that way.
Very lightheaded. Must lie down.
