Shot Through the Heart..
...and you're to blame, mama you almost gave me a bad name.
Spending a night out on the town with my mom, I discovered that I barely escaped life with the moniker Bambi. Bambi Jones. Imagine how my life would be different as Bambi. The world most likely wouldn't have taken me very seriously, so I might have focused on my looks instead of books. I would never become a phD, although I possibly would have had more dates in high school. I would probably own a lot more pastel clothing than I currently do, and I would assuredly be on a first-name basis with the girls down at the Clinique counter. I'd probably still have the massive debt, but I'd have a closet full of out-dated handbags, shoes, and snazzy outfits to attribute it to, and not student loans and/or a possible (oh, who am I kidding--RAGING) DVD-collecting addiction.
What I don't understand is how my mother could be proud of how I've turned out. After hearing this and all the other names she considered "blessing" me with (Jade, among others), it seems she was really hoping I'd turn out to be an exotic dancer of some sort. I guess she can be proud that I adopted the handle Fifi all on my own...
Thank you a million fold to those with the sense to talk my mother out of that one!
Spending a night out on the town with my mom, I discovered that I barely escaped life with the moniker Bambi. Bambi Jones. Imagine how my life would be different as Bambi. The world most likely wouldn't have taken me very seriously, so I might have focused on my looks instead of books. I would never become a phD, although I possibly would have had more dates in high school. I would probably own a lot more pastel clothing than I currently do, and I would assuredly be on a first-name basis with the girls down at the Clinique counter. I'd probably still have the massive debt, but I'd have a closet full of out-dated handbags, shoes, and snazzy outfits to attribute it to, and not student loans and/or a possible (oh, who am I kidding--RAGING) DVD-collecting addiction.
What I don't understand is how my mother could be proud of how I've turned out. After hearing this and all the other names she considered "blessing" me with (Jade, among others), it seems she was really hoping I'd turn out to be an exotic dancer of some sort. I guess she can be proud that I adopted the handle Fifi all on my own...
Thank you a million fold to those with the sense to talk my mother out of that one!
posted by CJ at 3:58 PM
3 Comments:
wow, those really are awesomely bad names. It's right up there with those fools who name children TIffany, Britney or Amber - ugg.
My mom said if they'd had a second daughter, her name would have been Marlyss (mar-less). That would have been super sweet for me given that almost EVERY GIRL born in 1977 is named Jennifer :) (her justification is that she didn't know anyone named Jennifer so it must have been unique)
Of course, my sister came pre-named (she's adopted) but even she has a less-chosen name - Wendy.
so yes, that does make my sister & I - Wen & Jen....
Wen and Jen! That's fantastic! Did you get t-shirts made?
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