So much that my friend and I are constantly saying, "Hey Baby!" to her daughter. Like, "Hey Baby! Are you teething? That's pretty awesome. Want to chew on my hand. That's cool." "Hey Baby! Where'd your sock go? You're really good at losing socks. Good going, baby." And so on.
My grandpa's sister was called "Babe" for her entire life for that very reason. And she married a man whose last name was Darling. And her son's name was Jim Darling, like Lady and the Tramp. I also recently found out that she didn't really live with Mr. Darling, but instead a very handsome boyfriend who my mom had a crush on. Oh the 50's in the poor side of town-- very scandolous!
That would be Agatha 33rd, but current would be Thor Oakland (that's more like it).
If I had to make one up based on my current info, it'd be Amarna Corey.
I would be Miss BoBo Lake!!!!!
Standard porn name: Susie Smith Creek, good alliteration, but it sounds like I should be Iroquois or something.
Current info: Shadow 1860 West. Which is kind of neuromancer, actually.
Hee! Too bad now I'm hearing that in Andy-Samberg-as-Mark-Wahlberg voice. Or maybe not too bad!
Haha! And then my friend C. threatens to punch me in the face, and it all goes downhill. Baby remains blissfully unaware, trying to eat the afghan.
If I took my current I'd be Maddie Pine or Dean Pine. I guess I could throw out the street name and combine the pets names - Maddie Dean.
Bussy Bleeker.
I don't think either my first or middle names have any history to them. But the order was an argument my father won. My mother's pick was Jacqueline, but she was too afraid I'd end up Jackie. JZ seems to have navigated that well, but I do think the name suits her more than it would me.
Oh, and JZ - I will say I sometimes feel like you have some kind of cosmic connection to the maternal side of my family. First there's the Jacqueline thing, then Matilda shares her birthday with my mom, and her name was my grandmother's middle name. That's the side of the family that grew all the strong, articulate women, so hey.
(Actually, my grandmother was Grace Matilda, so she's really very well represented around here.)
First pet and street I lived on when I got that pet: Gold Robert
Longest-lived pet and street I lived on when I had her: Missy San Antonio
Most recent pet and street I lived on when I had him: Toby Dwight
The middle one is kind of passable, but none of them are really great stripper names and the third is just kind of sad.
eta: Aw, brenda, how sweet! JenK's grandmother was also a Matilda. And I negotiated the Jackie thing just by being the stubbornest little butthead of a kid you ever saw. It helped that my grandfather and uncle were both Jack, so when my uncle wasn't being Jack Junior he was Jackie -- between him and afternoon basic cable full of old movies and TV shows starring Jackies Coogan and Cooper, I was very firm as a small child that Jackie was a BOY'S name and I was a GIRL, thank you very much.
In I can't tell if this is inappropriate or not news: MAC Liquidlast eyeliner? Will last through the apocalypse.
I field-tested Urban Decay's 24/7 liner under much the same circumstances and had the same results.
Yep, first time I wore the 24/7 was for my dad's funeral. I remember looking in the mirror at the wake and thinking "damn, this shit is GOOD."
