My first name means, roughly, "Little Usurper." My birth surname, like Hec's, is an essentially meaningless chopped-down version of a longer name with an actual meaning, adopted by an ancestor who wanted an Americaner sounding name than the old one. But the unabbreviated long form of my birth name is a big glorious mouthful that I'm pretty sure means "Sugarbaker."
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
I am one sexy motherfucker.
Heh...I SO feel you!
After, Thursday, my scars will be crazy mishmish of attacked by Hannibal Lecter (hysterectomy/gallbladder), bungled suicide (arm surgery, GSW (bump removed from upper arm) and chewed on by rabid beavers (legs: bike accidents/falling over SPACE/cat launching & landing pad.)
After, Thursday, my scars will be crazy mishmish of attacked by Hannibal Lecter (hysterectomy/gallbladder), bungled suicide (arm surgery, GSW (bump removed from upper arm) and chewed on by rabid beavers (legs: bike accidents/falling over SPACE/cat launching & landing pad.)
No wonder I think of you as the quintessential odalisque. Every time you get off the couch you're injured.
My name:
Desperate effort by Sir Francis Drake to come up with a new way to name something for Elizabeth (Virginia)
Descendant of Conn of the Hundred Battles, a high king of Ireland
Nickname for a man with curly hair
Husband's surname translates as "lion" or "left eye", first name as "little warrior." So he's the little lion-eyed warrior. Married to beaver meadow. My middle name is a feminized version of my dad's name, which means "pledge", and my maiden surname is a French-elided version of the German for "fame". So, famous beaver meadow pledged to little lion-eyed warrior? So romantic.
No wonder I think of you as the quintessential odalisque. Every time you get off the couch you're injured. I KNOW! I obviously should loll in perpetua.
It's just... yes, it's a city I left for New Orleans, but it's a city I lived/worked in from the age of 17. In college, we would hang out near the finish line at someone's apartment, walking around the city in the first days of real spring and warmth of the year, loving it so much. Now it's a day of horrible pain and blood and dead and injured children. The hatred and evil of this is just something that breaks my heart.
It's YOUR city. And the insult is personal.
My name meanings are pretty dull, but my best friend from law school has a name that means dweller by the dark stream, for which his parents deserve a hat tip.
My first name has a few different meanings. The more popular seem to be "sea of bitterness" or "sea of sorrow". Other meanings include "rebellion," "wished-for child," and "mistress or lady of the sea".
My last name means "snow" in Italian but it also means "radiance, beauty, shine" in Old Celtic.
Mine are "freedom" "shining light" "from [townname]" "hunter". Heh. DH is 'Twin Rock Hunter'