What's in a Name? Syllables and Vowels Mostly I Suppose

Uhh, wow…turn of events. As our due date came and went yesterday we discovered late today that someone we know quite well has had their little girl early and has named her something no less than a vowel different from our intended name…kind of leaves you, well, speechless. A name is just a name but kinda not at the very same time, and I’m sure there couldn’t have possibly been the slightest whisper of awareness that we had originally chosen that same name and then altered it by a single letter. At least I can’t imagine that it could be a different scenario than that, but now we’re stuck with the very unattractive task of either naming our child almost the exact same name as someone we see fairly regularly in a social sense or changing the name here on the verge of birthing or induction. Not a cool, uhmm… situation to navigate.

So…while we wait for words to form in our minds and mouths we’re stuck with the unsavory task of either swallowing the same name/different vowel deal or finding a whole new name with just a few days (at best) to manage it. Forget the fact that this bump has been called by name for months now, that cards and gifts have come with her name on them. Obviously the task is easier said than done. This is a unique “pickle” if you will, and certainly one that we hadn’t anticipated. If I sound rather rational about this it’s because:

1. What are you gonna do?

2. I’m an absolute ninja master at concealing emotion.

3. This is a hallucination brought on by stress.

4. We don’t really have any ground to stand on. All of the standard arguments don’t count for much in the real world, do they?

So…uhmm…I’m not really sure what to write except 2009 has been interesting thus far what with both our cars running into one another (not by us in case you were laughing and referring to us as idiots…BTW if you were doing just that then please don’t ever come back here again. We had nothing to do with the experience with the exception of reacting as positively as possible) and now a last minute life-lasting decision to be made...all within a scant 19 days of the New Year. Awesome!

I suppose it’s time to twist this year into something we can put in a headlock and wrestle to the ground. Not that we’re confronted with any monster scenarios, not at all, 2009 hasn’t been that unkind to us. In fact, we’re pretty damn blessed, and if anything we’ve got a much better feel for where we fit in the grander scheme of life, love, and the pursuit of normal people to call our own. Like Ferris Bueller said, “I am not going to sit on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life,” nope, no sir. I’m going to post this nonsense on a stupid blog and then move on with my life…maybe eat dinner…maybe not. Dunno.

I was also thinking that old Willie got it right, or at least he let than little vamp Juliet take all the credit when she said, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." And you know what? She was right. Friggin Willie...always the gentle voice of reason...well, almost always. There was that whole Macbeth thing and there was nothing gentle about that.