My dad was teased after my baby sister was born, and was asked what they'd call the next one - he said there'd be no more and this one should've been named Enoch! as in ENOUGH!

Actually her name was Barbara!

P.S. There was only 4 in the family, so not like there were many.

One advantage of this type of name is on a resume. Not that this happens in today's enlightened age, but the application will not be shuffled to the bottom of the list because of it belongs to a female.

It's bad enough that these kids are saddled with long hard to pronounce last names!!! Now it's first names too!!

I guess they what their kids to be remember for something!

My Dad's name on his birth certificate was Dickey...he legally changed it to Richard. I can't pronounce most of the kid's names around here...I think lots of them walk through the drug store to get the names...like....Tylenol..Ibuprophin...etc...:D

Oops...must need more coffee...sorry for the double post!

Well, actually a lot of my thoughts are stupid these days but I will share a short story. My grandmother always wanted twin girls. She was going to name them Ina Elizabeth and Iris Estelle. My grandfather always says he wanted no part in that and apparently neither did God 'cause they had 4 sons and one single girl. Wasn't my mother the lucky one!

I once knew a lady who was shocked to find she was pregnant. When she gave birth to triplet girls, she named them; Erica -E
Page -P
Taylor-T
after the EPT pregnacy test she took. Creative, huh?

I know a family that named their children. Penny, Paula, and Peter, their last name is Piper

I have a cousin whose last name is Woodruff....her husband is called Woody and their son is Chipper !

Also had a relative by marriage that was named Sandy Beech, she married and her name was then Sandy Beech Head !

I had a doctor that was doing my breast biopsy - the girls in the x-ray dept were trying to keep me laughing and upbeat (of course I was on "happy pills") - they said your Dr's name is Richard Head but we call him Dick Head. We were snickering and carrying on until the doc came in the room to shove the what looked like a ten inch needle through my breast. Luckily we all laughed and had a good time before I knew it I was waking up in recovery (it was benign.)