She wrote:
"Amy's favorite dish at the Rainforest Cafe is 'Rasta Pasta'. After hearing Gwen Stefani named her baby boy Zuma Nesta Rock Rossdale, she decided we should name our kid...
Rock Scissors Rasta Pasta."
I have to admit, I kind of love it.
I've been repeating that name for days.
Rock Scissors Rasta Pasta.
It has a certain ring to it.
Can you imagine if he and Zuma Nesta grew up and became a couple?
Addressing their holiday cards would be a bitch:
Rock Scissors Rasta Pasta and Zuma Nesta Rock Rossdale
Naming kids is tough.
At one point, my father wanted to name my younger brother Poindexter Alfonso.
I think he was screwing with my pregnant mother (no pun intended), but to this day he'll make Poindexter cracks.
My parents settled on the much less dweeby name of Michael Brett.
If you meet my brother through me or my parents, you'll call him Brett.
If he meets you on his own, he'll tell you his name is Mike.
He started doing that in about, oh, second grade.
I was the mean older sister who routinely sat on him, dropped loogies on his face and told him he'd look like David Hasselhoff if he'd let me curl his hair. It's relevant. Trust me.
One day, my mother fielded a phone call from his elementary teacher who was confused.
Teacher: "Do you have any idea why Brett has started submitting all of his work with the name Michael?"
Mom: "Nooo. I mean, Michael is his name, his first name, but we've always called him Brett. I'll talk to him."
Later that night during dinner, my mom popped the question.
"Brett, your teacher called. Why are you signing your papers using the name Michael?"
My brother started screaming and pointing at me.
"BECAUSE SHE AND HER FRIENDS KEEP CALLING ME BRETT-THE-BRAT!"
That's right kids. I caused my brother to CHANGE HIS NAME.
I probably should feel more ashamed than I do.
But you have no idea what I put up with from him. None.
Remember the soda can? I rest my case.
11 comments:
OK... so April has primary naming duties of any offspring you spit out... right?
Although she would have to research what each name means and what the combination of names would mean for the kids future success... and then...
Oh hell, just name your kid...Hollis to make up for your goof the other day. It can work for a boy or a girl...
When I was pregnant with my youngest child I had a wild moment and thought that Canyon Irie was a great name...I tried and tried but never could convince my husband. So we settled on Ethan Jared...lol. I think he won that battle hands down.
Hugs,
Lisa
Awwwwwwwww, first of all---what a cute circa photo!!! Second of all, my name and STILL IS called, "Debit". My father gave it to me when he realized all the money he had to shell out for school clothes, motorcycles, and other misc. things I really didn't need. Well, the clothes I need.
I still go by Deb, but my parents, well, it's a whole otha' story.
That is a fantastically fine little outfit you are sporting in that photograph! I can't decide which part is my favorite:
-The blue pants
-The thin pink ribbon tied around your collar
OR
-The Yellow Swatch watch!
I think I'm leaning toward the watch!
Feisty: Please. If I let April name our kid, it would something like: Camo Cargo Rugby Fantasy Football.
I'm liking the Hollis idea, though...
Lisa: I'm not gonna lie, I don't hate Canyon Irie. But I'm a fan of the name Iris. Ethan Jared is perfect though ;)
Deb: HAHAHAHAHA. Debit. That's is great. I mean, not great for you, but super clever of your dad. I'm just sorry my parents will likely read your comment and start calling me Debit (retroactively).
Amelia: I know. Frankly I'm shocked no model scout ever stopped me in a mall and discovered me. Who else could pull off that outfit? Just another talent wasted....
Having been the younger brother that got sat one, et al, I think I need to vote for Mike (yes, not Brett) on this one. I, of course, never did anything to my brother to warrant such harassment.
Gary: do you kiss your kids with that lying mouth? you forget, I KNOW YOU. I can only imagine the psychological damage you inflicted on your brother. Frankly, all of you younger siblings should be grateful you're breathing...April will beat me when she reads that, but it's true. I'm sure her older sister Teri will agree with me.
I think you should name your son "Wang Dang Sweet Poon Tang" after the Ted Nugent song. It just seems so.... fitting.
renee: my mommy isn't going to let me play with you anymore if you continue to be a bad influence...
Working in a school is sooo interesting when it comes to names. First of all, there are all the terribly-behaved kids who completely ruin names for you. For instance, I could never, ever have a child named Kayla. She would be disturbed or psychotic. And this belief is based on many experiences with this name, not just one.
Then there are the people who must have been drunk or high when they decided on their children's names. We have a family who just registered who have children named Ralph and Sherbie. Ralph and Sherbie? Really?
You also have all of those creative spellers out there. Did you know there are 87 ways to spell Keyana? I mean Kyanna? Or Quianna? I could go on...
Can't wait to read the blogs about you and April deciding on your child's name someday. ;)
Debra: I so agree with the names kids are running around with today. We had some whoppers at the school where I used to work. Right now, Apes and I are polar opposites on some of our favorite names. I contend if I push the baby out of my vagina, I should get to name it whatever the hell I want to. Period.
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