My cousin sends me lists of names from the children’s hospital where he works. Here’s the latest:
Mykiareya (i prefer to read as three words)
Well…that tears it. When I finally settle down with some similarly literary-minded gal, if we have a kid, the child shall be named “(sic)”, if only to get a laugh out of the teacher getting the class roll sheet.
I have a Post-It note next to my desk where I scrawled the names that my friend Michael Tom was telling me about hearing, when he worked at an alternative high school. They include:
La-a (pronounced La-dash-ah)
My aunt works in the Philadelphia public school system, and many years ago had to teach a class for the pregnant girls that included explaining why some names are just ridiculous to give to your baby, like DeBrii (“Do you want your baby to be named for trash?”) and Latrina (“IT MEANS TOILET”).
What scares me more than this, however, is that LA-A IS DEFINITELY ONE OF THE NAMES SHE SPOKE ABOUT, SO THERE IS MORE THAN ONE, AND THAT SCARES ME.
On a sort of related note, my mother works for QVC, and the worst customer name she ever got was St. Bubba Huckabee. Yes, I am serious.
I’ve heard of La-a before. It is terrible. And I heard about it in a situation in which the girl’s mother was REALLY MAD that whomever it was had pronounced the kid’s name wrong. It’s fucking La-a. Those are sounds.
Holy crap, Andrew Bird and Annie Clarke sang together.
I may or may not have almost cried.
One of our program members is sick, might be swine. Another person now has a fever.
After agreeing that “this is going to get very bad, very fast,” we decided to act. Tonight we disinfected the entire suite, noting anything that the sick people touched or own, and removing it from the premises.
If you’ve seen Cabin Fever, then you know what it was like.
or I am going to be fuckin’ pissed
Haha, I think I might love you…
-What I overhear at my job: two girls planning the parties they’re going to throw when they move off campus. These parties will include lots of income for the girls’ “groceries” from the sale of cups and apparently, ecstasy (for “25 bucks a pill”) at said parties.
“gotta keep it on the DL.”