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Re: The Name Game

Are you saying that I shouldn’t have named my daughter Esmeralda?

Re: The Name Game

NO! That's actually perfect! Can't you see her age gracefully into an Esmerelda? You sir have your finger on the pulse of reality unlike these other "parents" who let some air head book of names be their guide. Or they get like my brother and make up a name! Belina! that's what he named his daughter. I told him Belina sounds like a fat girl's name...sure enough Belina is 19 and tipping the scales at close to 185!! You should see her go! She once ate a bag of brown coat buttons before she realized they weren't Junior Mints.

Re: The Name Game

Thank you Hector! Your down-to-earth thinking (and sense of humor!) is much needed and appreciated with all the **** going on in this country!

Re: The Name Game

Here's a sad chapter of my life that others have found humorous and it's all regretfully true I am presently looking at an old polaroid of me. My parents took me to Tijuana when I was eleven and all I remember was my mother kept telling me they were going to buy me a pinata! Right after the photo was taken my father disappeared and we didn't see him for like 4 hours and my mother didn't speak to him for probably 6 or 7 days after that. Anyway, in the pic I am on some makeshift buckboard wagon decorated with colored toilet paper carnations and I am wearing a comically oversize sombrero that stabbed my head with its hay-like interior and I am pretending to be smoking a hilariously oversized cigar! I think I am even holding a half full bottle of tequila. A malodorous donkey covered with open sores brayed or rather, wheezed was hitched to the wagon abusively. Anyway, we did get the pinata and I then realized it wasn't the small dog breed I was expecting but rather a paper mache burro. They strung it up to the tree in our front yard and made me hit it with a whiffle bat when we got home. Oh and yes, as tradition dictated, I was blindfolded. After about 25 minutes my father took the blindfold off and screamed, "Try it now for Cripes Sake!" So WHAM! It split open! My mother grabbed her cheeks and screamed, "CANDY! CANDY!" But instead of candy, as I inspected the strewn contents I noticed mostly used crayons, a couple of used Bic Lighters, several firecrackers ( sans wicks ) and about a dozen corroded 9 Volt Batteries.