Naming names
This one is the first bow I wore for the blog. Etsy shop is osewpretty.
I can't sling a dead cat without hitting another Sarah, and the vast majority of the ones I've met have my middle name, Elizabeth. I have met one lady named Sarah Magdalene, but I digress. During my tweens I wanted to change my name to "Rebecca" or "Susannah," but ultimately I decided it wasn't worth the effort, and "Sarah Elizabeth" was fine.
I did almost change my mind my second year of college, when there were THREE Sarah Elizabeths living on my floor. When the RA called out my name I shrugged and said "Call me 'Tree Frog.'" "Tree Frog" was a nickname I gave myself as a child, and I thought "why not?" I was "Tree Frog" for a long time after that, and I'll STILL answer to it.
Despite my childhood umbrage at being named something kinda plain, I thank God now that Mama and Daddy named my sister and me something sensible. Nowadays it seems like first-time parents invent names. Or they tinker with the spelling of a more traditional name to make it cutesy or trendy. Like I know this one broad who had a baby named Serenity...but she spelled it "Syranati." Killecrankie, if I were that kid I'd die of shame. But then again I didn't like that girl anyway; she had five children by three different men, wasn't married to any of 'em, could barely afford to feed or dress 'em, and talked to 'em like they were dogs. I'm not particularly fond of children, but when these kids came to the library (they were the grandchildren of my other coworker, the one who's dead now) I could tell that they were starved for attention. So while dear ol' Mom talked with Coworker and ignored the little ones completely, I'd drag out some books or the crayons and talk with the children while we read or colored. There was one little boy and he was particularly henpecked, so I made him something of a favorite (I admit it, LOL).
Well, that post went off the rails, didn't it! Start with a discussion of names, end it with a discussion of emotionally neglected children!
Love,
RagingMoon1987
I did almost change my mind my second year of college, when there were THREE Sarah Elizabeths living on my floor. When the RA called out my name I shrugged and said "Call me 'Tree Frog.'" "Tree Frog" was a nickname I gave myself as a child, and I thought "why not?" I was "Tree Frog" for a long time after that, and I'll STILL answer to it.
Despite my childhood umbrage at being named something kinda plain, I thank God now that Mama and Daddy named my sister and me something sensible. Nowadays it seems like first-time parents invent names. Or they tinker with the spelling of a more traditional name to make it cutesy or trendy. Like I know this one broad who had a baby named Serenity...but she spelled it "Syranati." Killecrankie, if I were that kid I'd die of shame. But then again I didn't like that girl anyway; she had five children by three different men, wasn't married to any of 'em, could barely afford to feed or dress 'em, and talked to 'em like they were dogs. I'm not particularly fond of children, but when these kids came to the library (they were the grandchildren of my other coworker, the one who's dead now) I could tell that they were starved for attention. So while dear ol' Mom talked with Coworker and ignored the little ones completely, I'd drag out some books or the crayons and talk with the children while we read or colored. There was one little boy and he was particularly henpecked, so I made him something of a favorite (I admit it, LOL).
Well, that post went off the rails, didn't it! Start with a discussion of names, end it with a discussion of emotionally neglected children!
Love,
RagingMoon1987
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