Names are ... well, they're important. I dropped my first name when I started college, although it's still my legal name. It's one of those really popular names and, while I don't dislike it, I got tired of being called by the diminutives (which never felt right), as well as the confusion. And my middle name was my great-great-grandmother's maiden name, and I'm quite pleased with the family connection.
My mother got a family name, which has been passed down through several generations. My sister got an unusual spelling on a not-uncommon name and our parents never could come up with a middle name to fit, so she didn't get one (yes, she feels deprived).
There's also a blues singer and songwriter named Candye Kane.
I shall now call you "Sunny" or "Suns".
Don't you dare.
Too bad "Nilly" is taken. We could try Sunilly.
And when he gets older? Senilely.
Calling ND...
Are you home? Are you coming home tonight? I've lost all track of your madcap schedule.
My stepmother had a gran named Mehtapanee. So pretty to say, but never adequately explained.
That's a pretty name, Beej. It sounds like it might be Native American.
My paternal great-grandmother's name was Alida, which I love.
As I mentioned earlier, my mom's name is Eunice. When people ask her if she hates her name, she shakes her head vehemently and says, "My mother almost named me 'Wanda Hope.' I am forever grateful for Eunice."
I'm heading home after the preview tonight. I will probably get in around midnightish.
I'm heading home after the preview tonight. I will probably get in around midnightish.
Okay, cool. Looking forward to seeing you. The house has been quiet the past few days. Well, except for the crazy kitten and the two antagonized cats.
See, I swing the opposite way on full name vs. shortened version (like the way juliana is always full-name juliana, not "julie") -- I always introduce myself as Steph, and the person I'm introducing myself to will, 9 times out of 10, reply with, "Stephanie?"
And I'm left thinking, "I just uttered ONE SYLLABLE -- how in the hell do you jump from that to three syllables?" Or, "If I *wanted* you to call me 'Stephanie,' I damn well would have introduced myself that way!"
And yet, people love to use my full name, despite the fact that *I* didn't do so. When they do that, I try to fuck their name up as soon as possible. Like so:
Other person: "Hi, I'm Bob."
Me: "I'm Steph."
Other person: "Nice to meet you, Stephanie."
Me: "You too, Bobarino."
No, for real. I do this at least once a goddamn week, because the world at large doesn't seem to grasp that yes, I want to be adressed by the single syllable that I used in my introduction.
