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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
LOVE that site! A prof used it in a class as an example of good design.
Oh, Louisa was my go-to girl name for the Dillo. And Flora.
And, of course, my name is Phoebe.
bonny ... eeesh ... that story is creepy. But not, unfortunately, uncommon.
In my various jobs (mostly non-profit/trade association places) I've gone through a few "retreats". ick.
In my opinion, my personality and psychology, as long as they don't interfere with the job, are none of your damn business. Don't run the MMPP (is that the right acronym?) on me, don't try to make me "bond" with the other staff people. If there's a problem address it as a job-related problem, and not that someone needs their attitude adjusted (without benefit of booze).
(end of mini-rant)
I love Dare. What a great name.
My all time favorite girl's name, however, remains Rebel Holiday. Since I'll never procreate, I'd love for someone else to name their girl Rebel.
Someone should have a Clara. My grandmother was Clara Estelle. Gertrude needs to come back, too.
So you don't think a girl named Dare would be teased mercilessly? I do think it's a kick-ass name, but I worry. Of course, being a girl named Monti (my name IRL) you'd think I would have been teased mercilessly and I was not.
A prof used it in a class as an example of good design.
I've done the same. though without the iVillage nav.
t Isabel Allende
You could substitute Blanca or Alba for Clara
t /Isabel Allende
Is there a story behing Monti, GC?
Fiona's daughter is Clara, so it has been Buffista-claimed.
I had to leave after my retreat post and I have two meetings this afternoon but what I also hate is that my organization feels the need to have these on the weekend. Um, no and no again.
With baby names, my best help was when a good friend and her husband were at a baby name standstill the night before the bris. They'd each come up with a list of 5 acceptable names, but the only one they agreed on was at the top of his list and the bottom of hers: Isaac. She despised the thought of having him called Izzy. So when we were dropping of chairs and plates for the bris, I mumbled, "well then you'll just have to make sure that another nick is in place, like Zac." Mom looked up and said, "okay, we're good now."