Story regarding names from back in my college days:
The mother of a girl I went to college with was from an old, upper class Spanish family. Her father wasn't. Being in America, she used an English-friendly version of her name but could, on occasion, pull out her Spanish geneology of a name. Once she was browsing through a store and was in the silverware department and a VERY pushy salesman seemed to think she was looking for something for a wedding registery. He pushed and she was as politely noncommital as possible. Finally, he told her that if she registered with them and got her wedding silver from them, they'd engrave her initials for free. At which point she asked him, "all my initials?" and he, getting a clue that there was something up, asked her what her name was. At which point she rattled off the ENTIRE name, which shut him up.
I am intrigued! I know your first name means "princess"...
Middle name is Hebrew for "bound" and last name is German for "farmer," more or less. So... princess bound to farmer.
Want cupcakeses, preciousss.
I am intrigued! I know your first name means "princess"...
Middle name is Hebrew for "bound" and last name is German for "farmer," more or less. So... princess bound to farmer.
Want cupcakeses, preciousss.
I know your first name means "princess"...
Middle name is Hebrew for "bound" and last name is German for "farmer," more or less. So... princess bound to farmer.
!!!! You may just have the bestest name ever! I mean how do you beat that?
I'm posting from my bed. Harvey is lying on my tummy. Sammie is lying next to us by my knee. A little while ago I thought about leaving to run some errands. And then I decided that the most important thing I can do is to be here now.
I might regret the things in life that I have not acchieved but I will never regret living in this moment.
!!!! You may just have the bestest name ever! I mean how do you beat that?
Inorite? I discovered this exciting news during a poetry class in college, where our first assignment was to research the meanings of our names and present them to the class. Imagine my glee... my classmates were somewhat nonplussed.
So unless D's last name means "peanut" or "inconceivable," I may just have to keep my names as is. Not that there is even a whisper of any of that at the moment - he still hasn't said "I love you," for those following along at home. Unless that's what the plane ticket home means, I'm still learning his language of generosity.
I am not doing so good in the wake of the events in Boston today. I feel sick (headache, stomach nausea) and heartsick.
I don't even know what's going on in my head.
I'm watching Community, trying to keep my brain from crying.
