This is just goofy, but I'm in the mood!
Your real name: Bethany
Your Gangsta name (1st three or four letters of your real name plus izzle, favorite ice cream & Fav type of shoe): Bethizzle Cookie Dough Dansko
Your Native American name (fav color, fav animal): Brown Humpback
Your NASCAR name (1st names of grandfathers): James Lorence
Stripper Name (Fav perfume/scent, fav candy): Lemon Red Vine
Soap Opera name (middle name, street you live on): Ann Plymouth
Star Wars name (1st 3 letters of last name, 1st 2 letters of first name): Deabe
TV Weather/Anchor name (5th grade teacher's last name, major city that starts with same letter): Whaley Warwick
Spy name (fav season, fav flower): Spring Hyacinth
Cartoon name (Fav fruit, article of clothing you are wearing now): Peach Flannel
Hippie name (what you ate for breakfast, fav tree): Bagel Maple (Maple Bagel - sounds better to me!)
Super Hero name (2nd fav color, fav drink: Orange Juice (ha!)
Goth name (black, name of one of your pets): Black Gwendolyn
Movie Star name (1st pet's name, 1st street name): Jill Barrett
Iraqi name (2nd letter of first name, 3rd letter of mom's maiden name, 3rd letter of dad's name, 1st letter of a sibling's first name, last letter of mom's first name): Elakn
Rock Star name (first pet, current car): Finch Hyundai
Madame Wazelle
So last night Michael and I were relaxing before bed, doing some reading and just unwinding, when we saw a humongous spider.
It was really, really big.
Michael has recently embraced some non-violent beliefs since his world religions class which I normally approve of, and agree with. But I have a exception clause: spiders.
It may be related to the fact that I saw Arachnophobia when I was 10, or just because I'm easily freaked out by just about anything. :) But I do not like spiders.
So it falls upon my husband to do away with them.
I always tell him (and it is true) that if he wants to capture it and release it outside, I will feel just as secure. He does not have to kill it. However, last night he didn't sense the urgency of the project and the spider escaped into the heater.xzz
After that, we both were pretty distracted from our reading and kept looking over to the corner where we last saw it. I noticed our fixation, and offered: what should we name her?
?????ZZ?
Michael: Madame Huge!
Me: How about just Madame.
No, it needs more syllables.
Ah! Mademoiselle. Perfect.
Michael: Who is Madame Wazelle?
And the name stuck.
Epilogue: Later Michael did kill her, but I found another one on the ceiling today. It escaped my assassination attempt and I was so spooked by the whole thing, I jumped a foot when I stepped on a twist tie Nathanael left on the floor. I was gasping for breath as if something actually scary had happened!
It was really, really big.
Michael has recently embraced some non-violent beliefs since his world religions class which I normally approve of, and agree with. But I have a exception clause: spiders.
It may be related to the fact that I saw Arachnophobia when I was 10, or just because I'm easily freaked out by just about anything. :) But I do not like spiders.
So it falls upon my husband to do away with them.
I always tell him (and it is true) that if he wants to capture it and release it outside, I will feel just as secure. He does not have to kill it. However, last night he didn't sense the urgency of the project and the spider escaped into the heater.xzz
After that, we both were pretty distracted from our reading and kept looking over to the corner where we last saw it. I noticed our fixation, and offered: what should we name her?
?????ZZ?
Michael: Madame Huge!
Me: How about just Madame.
No, it needs more syllables.
Ah! Mademoiselle. Perfect.
Michael: Who is Madame Wazelle?
And the name stuck.
Epilogue: Later Michael did kill her, but I found another one on the ceiling today. It escaped my assassination attempt and I was so spooked by the whole thing, I jumped a foot when I stepped on a twist tie Nathanael left on the floor. I was gasping for breath as if something actually scary had happened!
A-Roo
So tonight when I told Michael I had an idea for my next blog post, he guessed, "A Roo?"
So even though that wasn't it, I guess I get to share the story: As some of you may know, I have a chronic nickname habit. It started when Nathanael was born and I went through the high-pitched-voice phase of early motherhood. (To those of you who endured my video-posts when Nathanael was tiny, I offer my deepest regrets. I had no idea what I was subjecting you to!)
So, as I discussed in an earlier post, I came up with a lot of nonsense names. This has now expanded to all words. I especially like to make up songs and new lyrics to old tunes. Frequently, I attempt to rhyme.
However, I am usually quite tired when these songs are created and it usually ends up that in order to rhyme I either use the same word again, or I use a nonsense syllable.
An excerpt from a song to Nathanael:
I love you, my sweet Baboo
I love you, a roo
(And because I sing the word 'you' quite often, the nonsense syllables usually end in 'oo'. Also, I usually need some filler, because my line lengths tend to be off. That's where the 'a' comes in. Thus: a roo.)
These syllables (a roo currently being the most prominent) are becoming quite a fluent part of our idiolects*. So much so that when Michael is trying to emphasize something, or agree emphatically, he will say, "a roo!" I've even caught myself just in time before punctuating an adult conversation with this sort of creative tidbit.
Well, I really can't say anything else after that kind of a confession. So I'll post pictures instead.
*idiolect: a variety of a language unique to an individual. It is manifested by patterns of word selection, vocabulary and word lexicon, grammar, or words, phrases, idioms, or pronunciations that are unique to that individual. Every individual has an idiolect; the grouping of words and phrases is unique, rather than an individual using specific words that nobody else uses. An idiolect can easily evolve into an ecolect—a dialect variant specific to a household. (from Wikipedia)
So even though that wasn't it, I guess I get to share the story: As some of you may know, I have a chronic nickname habit. It started when Nathanael was born and I went through the high-pitched-voice phase of early motherhood. (To those of you who endured my video-posts when Nathanael was tiny, I offer my deepest regrets. I had no idea what I was subjecting you to!)
So, as I discussed in an earlier post, I came up with a lot of nonsense names. This has now expanded to all words. I especially like to make up songs and new lyrics to old tunes. Frequently, I attempt to rhyme.
However, I am usually quite tired when these songs are created and it usually ends up that in order to rhyme I either use the same word again, or I use a nonsense syllable.
An excerpt from a song to Nathanael:
I love you, my sweet Baboo
I love you, a roo
(And because I sing the word 'you' quite often, the nonsense syllables usually end in 'oo'. Also, I usually need some filler, because my line lengths tend to be off. That's where the 'a' comes in. Thus: a roo.)
These syllables (a roo currently being the most prominent) are becoming quite a fluent part of our idiolects*. So much so that when Michael is trying to emphasize something, or agree emphatically, he will say, "a roo!" I've even caught myself just in time before punctuating an adult conversation with this sort of creative tidbit.
Well, I really can't say anything else after that kind of a confession. So I'll post pictures instead.
*idiolect: a variety of a language unique to an individual. It is manifested by patterns of word selection, vocabulary and word lexicon, grammar, or words, phrases, idioms, or pronunciations that are unique to that individual. Every individual has an idiolect; the grouping of words and phrases is unique, rather than an individual using specific words that nobody else uses. An idiolect can easily evolve into an ecolect—a dialect variant specific to a household. (from Wikipedia)
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