Names

You know... Although my name was made up during some drunken stupor my parents were in.

I along with other African American women have come to accept my name.

I get many compliments, along with the constant misspelling and mispronunciation of it daily. But it is mine and when I meet another female of the same name we constantly compare how and when it came about.

Mainly I get called a perfume that smells like an old ladies coat that hasn't been laundered in years. Many men - think it's sexy to call me that and think it's a surefire way into my panties - but I've heard it all before buster.

So - I am looking online as I have nothing better to do with my time and come across the number one names....

I am pleased to announce that not one of you in my family that was blessed with such normal names such as Joe and Bob and the kid that is usually referrered to as "G** Dammit" is not on the list. I'm not on the list. But I am never on the list and I am angry about it!!!!

Mom - No
Dad - No
Brotherman - No
Sassy - No
S and O - No - No
Auntie - No
Aunties spawn - No
J - Nope

Now on another note my maiden name made number 54 on the list for boys names. Yippee!

Good News - since we are no longer in that Presidential era - they will never be taunted about it the same way as I was when I was a child. But - the usual rhymes will occur and that is just a thing called "childhood".

Suck it up - get over it and move on.

Ok - I tried to make it positive - and I see a slanted positivity...It's there I swear.