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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it amazing to watch
as the lightbulb goes on
and
the transformation begins
when
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
and
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
whose names i have always mixed and matched
thank you for answering to any name
that begins with the letter ‘h’
whether it’s yours or not.
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i’ve been wondering.
were
greenland and iceland
somehow
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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having
named
all of
my
3 daughters
all close in age
with
names
that
all begin
with the letter
h
has caused
me to
rarely
if ever
call them
by their
proper name
at least
on
the first
or
the second
try
and
they’ve
all learned
over time
to just
answer
to
any of them
and
when they
all sign their cards
to me
love
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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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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