Good Morning. How are you today? I am good. A Name is a name is a name right? Well perhaps not. Do you know and I know before I start I spoke of this before with weird names people choose for their children…I won’t stride down that path again but let me say this. People will pay for a name for their children…OH YEA! Here is the story, some parents feel "unprecedented levels of angst" to pick cool enough names for their kids, with some even hiring consultants, according to a June Wall Street Journal report. Baby-book authors charge clients $50 for a list of "special" names, and half-hour phone consultations go for $95. Another adviser charges $350 for three calls plus a comprehensive linguistic history of the selected name, and one California mother paid $475 to a numerologist to "test" the name Leah Marie for "positive associations." The Journal blames the problem on too much information about names (from the Internet), as well as parents' fear of dooming their child for life by insufficiently distinguishing their kid from others. [Wall Street Journal, 6-22-07] hmmm I know I have paid extreme dollars for sneakers (tennis shoes) well actually softball cleats, Basketball shoes… not for me… for Mandy. Shoot I wear a pair of 9.95 tenny’s from Wally-Mart and I am happier the a Hog in… well I am happy. Shoot I go through sneakers, Tennis shoes like poop through a goose. Now that is fast. But in our spending habits of special shoes and clothes for the kids. I never on earth ever figured or would even in a remote sense pay for someone to pick a name for my child. I mean please…The saying goes a fool and his Money will soon be parted… right? You know the goofballs who pay for their child’s name should take a hint from the Indians. Bad joke but great timing. One day little feather came into the teepee and asked his grandpa how his grandpa got his name? Chief Iron Horse stood up and went to the teepee flap and opened it up and said Little Feather, when I was born my father’s first sight when he opened up their teepee flap was a steam Engine off in the distance so he called me Iron Horse. When my son your father opened up his teepee flap a bird had dropped a feather and he seen it just float to the ground and your name for ever more was to be Little Feather. So the Grand Father looks at little feather and little feather has a puzzled look on his face. What is the matter Chief Iron Horse asks little feather… You seem bewildered. Well said Little feather, my friend asked me how we got our names and now I know what to tell him. What friend is that said Chief Iron Horse? ….Oh Two Dogs a Screwing….
So see not everyone needs to pay for a name they can just look outside their teepee, I mean front door. Hopefully the first thing they see is not a dog licking it’s butt… but what-ever floats ones boat I guess.
My boat has been floated and I want to wish everyone a great day. PS I cleaned up the Indian Joke a tad….
Have a wonderful yet marvelous day.
A huge hug and a set of astounding pats.
Mart
