My west coast brother informed me today that it is National Crazy Day, National Bologna Day, and World Tripe Day. He finished his text with the opinion that this "pretty much sums up the political season." I must agree with him. I'll be very happy when this election is over.
On another cheerier note, a friend of mine has twin granddaughters - Ava and Annalisa. On the first day of Kindergarten the girls came home and Ava proudly announced that she had learned to spell her name, but that Annalisa was having trouble with hers. What a surprise. This made me think about the names we give our children. One of my spouse's sons has three children, all with four-letter first names. I applaud that decision. One of my nephews, on the other hand, has four children, all with multi-syllabic first names. I love them dearly, but I wasn't thrilled when I first heard their names.
One last name story. I have a grandson whose last name is Austin. When I took him to register for first grade (he was living with me while his mom was deployed) I had a really hard time convincing the person who was checking us in that his last name was Austin. She kept asking for last name first, and I kept telling her Austin. In her defense, it was a very popular first name at the time.
Enough of this name game, go hug your offspring, whatever their names.
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