I was named for my mother’s maiden name, the make of my first car, and my high school’s mascot.
People ask me about it all the time.
I was named for my mother’s maiden name, the make of my first car, and my high school’s mascot.
People ask me about it all the time.
That’s a strong name. “Valencia Hudson” doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.
I thought you were named for having sex with a badger…or do I have you and Alkie mixed up in that regard?
They sat him out in G2 which speaks loudly as to what kind of shape it was in.
I hate the Dodgers with all my baseball heart but I don’t like seeing that.
On a happier note I enjoyed watching Betts flub a catch in center.
I hadn’t seen that, but yeah, of course you’re right. I was referring to someone else, who no doubt speaks for plenty of people out there.
And kick one around in right.
My first name, Martin, is my mom’s maiden name. I’m glad she didn’t come from the Cocksucker family.
I was named for two of my Dad’s Army buddies: James and Robert. My grandfather Raup was not pleased. He wanted Calvin Ray Raup III.
My middle name is my great-grandmother’s maiden name (as it was my grandfather’s before me). I hated it as a kid but came to appreciate it by the time I finished HS. Had we ever decided to have kids I would have passed it on, but that ship sailed years ago.
My name is my dad’s middle name. Family tradition.
When my first son was born, my dad waited till I was gone and visited my ex-wife in the hospital to try and convince her to keep the family tradition.
He had no idea how formidable she was.
It caused huge tension for decades
I’m Joe, my dad was Joe, my grandad that I never met because he dropped dead of a heart attack when dad was in the service, was Joe. Not Joseph, just Joe. We only have a daughter but the wife vetoed Josephine. Which I really wasn’t pushing all that hard.
Our family tradition is (was?) that the eldest son’s middle name is the father’s first name. However, I had two daughters, and the first (only, so far) grandson’s name didn’t follow that pattern, so there may be a new sheriff in town.
You could’ve gone the George Foreman route.
My middle name is my dad’s first name. It’s not a tradition or anything, but I like it.
And I knew a guy in high school wasn’t “Jr” or “III”, or even “IV”…he was the “VI”. Like he was king of England. Tradition reigned in his family though.
I’m sure glad I’m not named for my mother’s maiden name…
Mark rolls off the tongue way better than Tomachefsky.
We’d just call you Achefsky for short.
My kids’ middle names are after us: Mark James and Elizabeth Sue. Their first names are not after anyone and were picked by us (Mark’s with help from our two closest friends at the time).
That’s great, but who are the chefs?
I was named after the last four digits of my SSN and my favorite childhood vegetable. Really makes forgetting internet passwords a lot more navigable.
I’m not a fan of last-name first names, particularly for girls. My son goes to school with a Campbell, multiple Graysons, and some MacKenzies. Barf me out!