Filch It Friday
Want to join in the fun?
Here's how it works:
Write an original copy-cat version of the filched post. Don't just copy and paste their post!
Give credit to and link to the original author in your post.
Mention and link to Filch It Friday in your post.
Post on Friday and sign the Mr. Linky at Simply Nutmeg.
Every week visit the blogs that have filched and consider filching from them on the following Friday. Thus, we'll be creating memes within a carnival!
Here's how it works:
Write an original copy-cat version of the filched post. Don't just copy and paste their post!
Give credit to and link to the original author in your post.
Mention and link to Filch It Friday in your post.
Post on Friday and sign the Mr. Linky at Simply Nutmeg.
Every week visit the blogs that have filched and consider filching from them on the following Friday. Thus, we'll be creating memes within a carnival!
I'm not even going to tell you what I thought that Nutmeg's email said that this Friday thing was called when I first read it. If you feel comfortable hanging out with me in the gutter for a brief sojourn, leave me a comment and I'll tell you. Otherwise...rest easy knowing that you live in more grace and purity than the rest of us scrubs.
And so...I filch. (Seriously, I am laughing my ass off right now and it is WRONG, I tell you. Just plain wrong. I am sorry. Truly. Deeply. Sorry. I will try to be a better person. Tomorrow.)
Mom To The Screaming Masses has a post on Unused Baby Names, and now so do I.
About 45 minutes after my second child was born I was pretty sure I wasn't having any more. I was completely sure within the next hour and a half. Two's good. Boy. Girl. It was easier for me to give up on the notion of having a bigger family than it has been for me to let go of the great names I'd thought up
I feel I must say here that the names we did use are the best names in the whole entire universe and my children should be able to say, with confidence, to their therapists later in life that their mother and father absolutely and unequivocally love their names best of all.
First we ran through the obvious choices:
Tilapia - a girl of course
Didgeridoo - a boy
Echinacea - girl
Knock Knock - boy
I really crack myself up.
Seriously.
When my son was born we had one name in mind for a boy. The one he got. And one name in mind for a girl. The one his sister got two years and one month later.
When my daughter was born, we went into the delivery room with two girls names in mind and two boys names in mind and had no idea which we were going to choose until we told them to the nurse who laughed out loud when we told her one of the girl options and said that nobody on earth would ever pronounce it correctly. Alrighty then. Probably not the time to mess with a woman who was a) about to have a c-section b) in labor anyway despite the fact that the section was scheduled and she wasn't really due for two more weeks and c) still coping with the knowledge that the day before, her husband had accidentally thrown her wedding and engagement rings away. (I'll tell that story later).
The boy names were Tobias and David.
The girl name was Ailis. Pronounced EYE-lish. It's an Irish name and I still love it. Despite what that nurse said. And did I mention that she was shaving me at the time and had also just commented on how difficult it was to navigate my stretch marks? I should find out where she lives....
The also-rans for a boy:
Finn
Simon
Ryan
Girl:
Adelle
Eliza
Margaret
Megan
Caroline
Gray
Jane
OK. I loved doing this. What a fun walk down memory lane...now about that nurse's address...
Cracked me up. My first name is O'rene and NOBODY I mean NOBODY calls me that. Thanks to Meg for letting me meet you. What a great idea.
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Finn! I'm definitely filching this next week!
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If I'm not mistaken, it was only the engagement ring. Quit whining.
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Oh, I know what you were thinking, as far as FILCH it friday. I know. You're dirty.
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