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that moment when you realize that

you have been calling your neighbor ‘phil’ for three years

only to find out that his name is really ‘al.’

“1 call everyone ‘darling’ because i can’t remember their names. “

-zsa zsa gabor





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easy as abc.


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it amazing to watch

as the lightbulb goes on


the transformation begins


those who have long names

quickly learn 

to adopt 

a shorter nickname

that they suddenly really love

(but only when written down)

once they have to 

go through the process 

of writing it all out.

sebastian becomes ‘seb’

elizabeth becomes ‘liz’

anniston becomes ‘ana’

christian becomes ‘chris’

and then

there is always

the one

who gets caught up in the spirit of things


 jumps on

the shortcut bandwagon

just because

like when

kim becomes ‘km’.

“working hard and working smart

sometimes can be two different things.”

-byron dorgan

fame is a series of misunderstandings surrounding a name. – joni mitchell



 i’ve been wondering.


greenland and iceland


mixed up in the naming process?

was the paperwork confusing?

did no one

catch the error until it was too late?

did someone

not have their glasses on?

was there a translation issue?

why did they not fix it ?

 my theory is

that it would have been

too expensive and too much bother

to change all of the logos on the cocktail napkins

once they had already been printed.


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all of


3 daughters

all close in age




all begin

with the letter


has caused

me to


if ever

call them

 by their

proper name

at least


the first


the second




all learned

over time

to just



any of them


when they

all sign their cards

to me


your favorite daughter, h

i know i’ve done it right

one thing they never tell you about child raising is that for the rest of your life, at the drop of a hat, you are expected to know your child’s name and how old he or she is.

– erma bombeck

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the three heirs



once upon a time, there was a mama bear named beth who had 3 little girl bears. each one was very different, yet for some reason mama bear had thought it was a good idea, (at the time), to give each one a name that began with the letter,’h.’ over time, each had learned just to answer to any name that began with the letter ‘h’ because the odds were that mama bear usually was calling them by the wrong name. especially when she was tired or was excited or was laughing or was a bit worked up about something.

well, the little bears grew up and each went to their own cave, but there were some special moments when they all were all back together, in the same place at the same time. it was during one of those times, that mama bear had another good idea, and she gave two of the little bears a certificate to go to a local spa as a gift for their birthdays, which were close together. it had been a long season, and they were tired and needed some pampering. the third little bear stayed with mama and played games and had coffee and chatted about how much fun the other two must be having and how relaxed they would be after their special day.


when the two little bears got home, and came through the door, they had sad and disappointed looks on their faces, and one was even hobbling a bit. and they shared their story of what happened at the spa that day. it seems the spa had gotten them mixed up, as both of their names began with ‘h,’ and they had arrived together.

one had wanted a deep tissue sports massage, and spent a long time waiting for the massage to ‘really begin.’ she said when she heard the enya music, and smelled lavender and her masseuse was whispering, she had a feeling it was not going to be the experience she had expected. when she was finished, she walked out and came around the corner, only to run into her little bear sister who had tears in her eyes, and was walking very gingerly. she had been given the hardcore sports massage and had moaned and groaned throughout the treatment, as she was pummeled and twisted and turned, and she was waiting for the gentle massage to begin, and her whole body was now aching and she was in pain.

when they told mama and the third little bear the whole story, the listeners really did try to be sympathetic, they really, really did, but they could not stop laughing about the mixup. this did not make the two little spa bears feel any better. the ones who stayed home realized they had been the ones to have the relaxing day, not the ones who went out to seek comfort. but they were smart, and thought it might not be a good idea to bring it up right then.

when everyone calmed down, and when it had been quiet for a bit, they all sat down (carefully), and mama bear made everyone some comfort food, and gave each bear a healthy glass of red wine, and then all of the ‘h’s’, (who knows which went first?), took turns retelling their version of the story. and then there was laughter in the house once more, along some painful wincing going on.

The whole campaign was a tragic case of mistaken identity.  –  George McGovern


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