What's in a Name? (Part 4)
(For some light background reading, I encourage you to read What's in a Name?, What's in a Name? (Part 2), and What's in a Name? (Part 3).
In the original blog (written on May 1, 2007) I talked about how parents come up with names for their children and I offered suggestions for a name for our next kid (whenever that would be). Subtlety was never one of my strong suits, as in Part 2 (May 28, 2007) I acknowledged that Gail and I were indeed expecting Imoo Child #3 and I focussed on ways my name has been butchered both verbally and in writing. Then, in Part 3 (September 19, 2007) was primarily based on some bad (really bad) name jokes.
For this latest instalment, I'm gonna go back to name variations ala Part 2.
First and foremost, some of you know already that we are naming our baby girl (expected December 20 or so) Kayla Marie Imoo. We've had this name picked out ever since Sean was born back in August 2001 and have been saving it for the highly anticipated girl (the first Imoo girl in 75 years!).
It took about 2 seconds for my lovely and loving UBC accounting friends to jump all over it. Thus, knowing that (in their words) I'm a BFS: Big Fat Show-off, Joyce, Liz and Phyllis will be affectionately referring to her as "Clayla" (ie. as close to my name as I can get it). Now that's not entirely fair...if that was my sole intention, wouldn't Claire, Claytonia, or Cayla been better choices?
Got an email from a colleague (who I know quite well) referring to me not once, but twice as Claytan. I know I can get dark, especially in the summer (enough to be confused very often as a Filipino), but no need to bring it into the name!
But I recently received a letter that trumps them all. Worse than Clayton Imod. Something that makes Kneejerk look like a compliment.
The letter was addressed to MR. CAYTON IMOS.
I admit that my writing is horrible. It's been well-documented that Sean's printing is better than mine. Same goes for Jake, and he doesn't even know what he's printing yet.
But I can't imagine how anything I wrote down on any sign-in sheet would be remotely close to CAYTON IMOS. I usually don't forget entire letters from my first name. And even when I don't complete the "O", it looks more like a "C" than an "S."
Oh well. Claytan. Cayton. Kneejerk. Call me anything you want. Just don't call me late for dinner.
In the original blog (written on May 1, 2007) I talked about how parents come up with names for their children and I offered suggestions for a name for our next kid (whenever that would be). Subtlety was never one of my strong suits, as in Part 2 (May 28, 2007) I acknowledged that Gail and I were indeed expecting Imoo Child #3 and I focussed on ways my name has been butchered both verbally and in writing. Then, in Part 3 (September 19, 2007) was primarily based on some bad (really bad) name jokes.
For this latest instalment, I'm gonna go back to name variations ala Part 2.
First and foremost, some of you know already that we are naming our baby girl (expected December 20 or so) Kayla Marie Imoo. We've had this name picked out ever since Sean was born back in August 2001 and have been saving it for the highly anticipated girl (the first Imoo girl in 75 years!).
It took about 2 seconds for my lovely and loving UBC accounting friends to jump all over it. Thus, knowing that (in their words) I'm a BFS: Big Fat Show-off, Joyce, Liz and Phyllis will be affectionately referring to her as "Clayla" (ie. as close to my name as I can get it). Now that's not entirely fair...if that was my sole intention, wouldn't Claire, Claytonia, or Cayla been better choices?
Got an email from a colleague (who I know quite well) referring to me not once, but twice as Claytan. I know I can get dark, especially in the summer (enough to be confused very often as a Filipino), but no need to bring it into the name!
But I recently received a letter that trumps them all. Worse than Clayton Imod. Something that makes Kneejerk look like a compliment.
The letter was addressed to MR. CAYTON IMOS.
I admit that my writing is horrible. It's been well-documented that Sean's printing is better than mine. Same goes for Jake, and he doesn't even know what he's printing yet.
But I can't imagine how anything I wrote down on any sign-in sheet would be remotely close to CAYTON IMOS. I usually don't forget entire letters from my first name. And even when I don't complete the "O", it looks more like a "C" than an "S."
Oh well. Claytan. Cayton. Kneejerk. Call me anything you want. Just don't call me late for dinner.
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