I was nearly 8 years old when my baby sister was born. This was quite fortunate since I was well adept at reading. I was tired of my name. Nancy. So plain. The Sunday comics included a comic strip called Nancy. She hung out with her stupid little boyfriend named Russell, was very boring and cried all the time. Why would parents who love their child name her such a boring name? I assumed they had run out of originality by this point. I was, after all, their third child. There was Mike, then Suzy, after me they had Joey (short for Joanne) and finally Jene Marie. The "j" a soft French slur. It was fitting. We had a French surname. But clearly Jene Marie was their crowning glory. Do I hate for taking all the love from my parents and hogging it for herself? Of course not. She's my sister. She's my baby sister. But if I happen to feel the need to speak to her when she's at work, I always ask for her by using both names; Jene Marie (with the schwa). I don't want her...
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ReplyDeleteHe might be an aspiring bra fitter when he grows up. My husband would love that job!
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ReplyDeleteAfter feeding for almost twenty years, I sometimes feel like I'm just boobs on legs.
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ReplyDeleteYou know what would be awesome? If my daughter held up my underwear and told me that it was getting too big!
ReplyDeleteOut of the mouth of babes! LOL Thanks for sharing! :o)
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