by fisho mcspaz » Wed May 14, 2014 6:25 pm
My dad wanted to name me Dawn (bleccchhhh). Mum talked him out of it because there was a brand of toilet paper called Dawn. They named me Katherine in the end - Dad says it was after Katharine Hepburn, but Mum says that's what she told Dad because she really named me after Catherine Earnshaw in Wuthering Heights. (She spelt it with a K though, because she wanted me to be Kate rather than Cathy.) She didn't think Dad would appreciate me being named after an absolute psycho. Actually, I'm not sure why MUM wanted to name me after an absolute psycho, but there you go. It's a bit of a family name too - there are a line of Kotrynas (Lithuanian version of Katherine) in my family history.
I named my kids Angus and Luke. I suggested the name both times and the fathers agreed. With Mr Ex-McSpaz, he wanted to call the baby Ian, didn't want Angus because he was American and they're big on Angus Burgers over there. It's associated far more with steak than as an actual name. However, I prevailed because I wasn't going to have my baby named Ian, for god's sake. Nothing against the name particularly, but it's of my dad's generation, not mine. I named Angus after Angus Young from AC/DC.
Luke was easy. I provided a list of names and asked Mr McSpaz to do the same. He didn't because he's a man. We narrowed it down to Luke and Michael. Then Mr McSpaz realised that he had a friend named Michael who was a jerk, and I had an ex named Michael whose head looked like an anvil. So we chose Luke simply because we liked the name. Plus it gave us a platform for Star Wars-based jokes.
Hey Goose, ya big stud! Take me to bed or lose me for ever.