Thing Two's bridging ceremony to Junior Cadets, last year, at least I think that's where we were and what my daughter's name is.
I was in the middle of yelling at my middle girl — yes, I holler at my kids, all the time, act surprised anyway — and then I did the unthinkable.
"Don't walk away from me…uh…er…um…Thing Two, COME HERE!!!"
I forgot my 13-year-old's name.
Really, from the "eat granola and die" look on her face, I would NEVER have guessed.
Because, after writing about them for 6 years and referring to my children using their blog names, you know, I forget.
I guess, using "blog names" for so long, it's hard to go back on everything I have ever said, written, or totally blown out of proportion about protecting my kids' privacy. I mean, one of my most visited posts was the one I wrote, after my kid was involved in some questionable internet chat, about child safety.
Oh, and don't forget all that stuff it says About This Full House:
Still.
Stupid is as stupid does and even my 7 year-old understands that the internet is a really big place filled with people we do NOT know…aaaand, her mommy works there.
[heavy sigh]
So, I reminded her.
[eyes go wide]
Yep, she was also probably very surprised, I even remembered it.
[grin]
So, in an effort to save me the trouble of having to remember their blog names (brain cells are at a premium, at the moment) allow me re-introduce you to my kids:
Holly (formerly known as Thing One) is 15 years-old and, at least in this picture, is very happy with me (and her dad) at the moment, for allowing my hairdresser (a.k.a. performs magic with scissors) to try out a new product that straightened her normally very curly hair. For about 5 days. Now she's mad at me again, damnit. I apologize for the picture quality. Stupid cell phone!
Glen (formerly known as The Boy) is 10 years-old (with his blue/green eyes) looks a lot like his dad and is the only boy in the house. I know. Because, he keeps reminding me how HE DOES NOT HAVE A BROTHER!!! Oh, and how wonderful it would be if I could give him one. [shiver] Then, I usually send him to Carpooling Mom's house (she's got 3 boys) and, if that doesn't work, I remind him that both cats and the Doofus-dogs are male. No, he doesn't think that's very funny…either.
Aaaaand, this one is Hope (formerly known as Mini-me) she's 7 years-old and Thing Two…I mean, Heather caught her youngest sister in one of her, "guess what one of my sisters or brother just did/said" poses we have all come to love…NOT! Yes, she looks an awful lot like I did (at 7) and, being the youngest, she is what I like to refer to as, "Mommy's little ticket into heaven!"
Thus, ends the usual suspect-style lineup at our house.
Holly, Heather, Glen and Hope.
Yep, those are their REAL names and they took a long time to choose — not to mention, give birth to — and each name has a real special meaning, too.
But, that's whole OTHER blog post.
Actually, it's okay that my husband Garth (not his real name) STILL insists on remaining anon on my blog.
I've grown used to using his "blog name" so much, in real life, that I, you know, forget what his "real name" is, anyway.
[sound of crickets chirping]
I'm a work in progress, people.
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50 responses to “What’s My Name, Damnit?”
I have always wondered what their names were!! 🙂 We’ll give Garth some time.. ha!
I have always wondered what their names were!! 🙂 We’ll give Garth some time.. ha!
I have always wondered what their names were!! 🙂 We’ll give Garth some time.. ha!
I have always wondered what their names were!! 🙂 We’ll give Garth some time.. ha!
I have always wondered what their names were!! 🙂 We’ll give Garth some time.. ha!
Hey Jillian (a.k.a. Weber Shandwick Team Goddess) we missed you at the Campbell’s Soup dinner, when I actually told Carmen and Elizabeth (a.k.a. Mom to the Screaming Masses and Busy Mom) what Garth’s (not his real name) real name was and they were, like…oh.
[sound of crickets chirping]
Referring to my husband as Garth (not his real name) just seems, I dunno, much more entertaining 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Jillian (a.k.a. Weber Shandwick Team Goddess) we missed you at the Campbell’s Soup dinner, when I actually told Carmen and Elizabeth (a.k.a. Mom to the Screaming Masses and Busy Mom) what Garth’s (not his real name) real name was and they were, like…oh.
[sound of crickets chirping]
Referring to my husband as Garth (not his real name) just seems, I dunno, much more entertaining 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Jillian (a.k.a. Weber Shandwick Team Goddess) we missed you at the Campbell’s Soup dinner, when I actually told Carmen and Elizabeth (a.k.a. Mom to the Screaming Masses and Busy Mom) what Garth’s (not his real name) real name was and they were, like…oh.
[sound of crickets chirping]
Referring to my husband as Garth (not his real name) just seems, I dunno, much more entertaining 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Jillian (a.k.a. Weber Shandwick Team Goddess) we missed you at the Campbell’s Soup dinner, when I actually told Carmen and Elizabeth (a.k.a. Mom to the Screaming Masses and Busy Mom) what Garth’s (not his real name) real name was and they were, like…oh.
[sound of crickets chirping]
Referring to my husband as Garth (not his real name) just seems, I dunno, much more entertaining 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Jillian (a.k.a. Weber Shandwick Team Goddess) we missed you at the Campbell’s Soup dinner, when I actually told Carmen and Elizabeth (a.k.a. Mom to the Screaming Masses and Busy Mom) what Garth’s (not his real name) real name was and they were, like…oh.
[sound of crickets chirping]
Referring to my husband as Garth (not his real name) just seems, I dunno, much more entertaining 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
The funny thing is that my daughter took the opposite position a couple of years ago, and I deleted all the REAL names and had to come up with a nom de blog for everyone. Mine aren’t anywhere near as clever as yours were!
The funny thing is that my daughter took the opposite position a couple of years ago, and I deleted all the REAL names and had to come up with a nom de blog for everyone. Mine aren’t anywhere near as clever as yours were!
The funny thing is that my daughter took the opposite position a couple of years ago, and I deleted all the REAL names and had to come up with a nom de blog for everyone. Mine aren’t anywhere near as clever as yours were!
The funny thing is that my daughter took the opposite position a couple of years ago, and I deleted all the REAL names and had to come up with a nom de blog for everyone. Mine aren’t anywhere near as clever as yours were!
The funny thing is that my daughter took the opposite position a couple of years ago, and I deleted all the REAL names and had to come up with a nom de blog for everyone. Mine aren’t anywhere near as clever as yours were!
Heh, go figure, I find out about a cool word like “nom de blog” and now can’t even use it!!! Oh, wait. i forget about Garth (not his real name) maybe I can call him GarthNomdeBlog. Okay, well, I thought it was funny. Besides, it’s a mouthful and I could swallow a partial bridge, or something.
Hugs,
Liz
Heh, go figure, I find out about a cool word like “nom de blog” and now can’t even use it!!! Oh, wait. i forget about Garth (not his real name) maybe I can call him GarthNomdeBlog. Okay, well, I thought it was funny. Besides, it’s a mouthful and I could swallow a partial bridge, or something.
Hugs,
Liz
Heh, go figure, I find out about a cool word like “nom de blog” and now can’t even use it!!! Oh, wait. i forget about Garth (not his real name) maybe I can call him GarthNomdeBlog. Okay, well, I thought it was funny. Besides, it’s a mouthful and I could swallow a partial bridge, or something.
Hugs,
Liz
Heh, go figure, I find out about a cool word like “nom de blog” and now can’t even use it!!! Oh, wait. i forget about Garth (not his real name) maybe I can call him GarthNomdeBlog. Okay, well, I thought it was funny. Besides, it’s a mouthful and I could swallow a partial bridge, or something.
Hugs,
Liz
Heh, go figure, I find out about a cool word like “nom de blog” and now can’t even use it!!! Oh, wait. i forget about Garth (not his real name) maybe I can call him GarthNomdeBlog. Okay, well, I thought it was funny. Besides, it’s a mouthful and I could swallow a partial bridge, or something.
Hugs,
Liz
What great names! Much better than their blog names. 🙂
I’m running into a problem because I use my boys’ ages. When I started blogging they were “the 12 year old” and “the 14 year old”, but now the 12 year old is 14. See my dilemma? If I don’t get a handle on this, I’ll never be able to read my blog when I’m old and gray (whoops, already gray. scratch that) and know who exactly I was talking about…
What great names! Much better than their blog names. 🙂
I’m running into a problem because I use my boys’ ages. When I started blogging they were “the 12 year old” and “the 14 year old”, but now the 12 year old is 14. See my dilemma? If I don’t get a handle on this, I’ll never be able to read my blog when I’m old and gray (whoops, already gray. scratch that) and know who exactly I was talking about…
What great names! Much better than their blog names. 🙂
I’m running into a problem because I use my boys’ ages. When I started blogging they were “the 12 year old” and “the 14 year old”, but now the 12 year old is 14. See my dilemma? If I don’t get a handle on this, I’ll never be able to read my blog when I’m old and gray (whoops, already gray. scratch that) and know who exactly I was talking about…
What great names! Much better than their blog names. 🙂
I’m running into a problem because I use my boys’ ages. When I started blogging they were “the 12 year old” and “the 14 year old”, but now the 12 year old is 14. See my dilemma? If I don’t get a handle on this, I’ll never be able to read my blog when I’m old and gray (whoops, already gray. scratch that) and know who exactly I was talking about…
What great names! Much better than their blog names. 🙂
I’m running into a problem because I use my boys’ ages. When I started blogging they were “the 12 year old” and “the 14 year old”, but now the 12 year old is 14. See my dilemma? If I don’t get a handle on this, I’ll never be able to read my blog when I’m old and gray (whoops, already gray. scratch that) and know who exactly I was talking about…
Hey Melisa,
Good point — which is why I started blogging, like, my oldest daughter (she’s 15) or Holly (she’s 15) so, you know, I remember too 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Melisa,
Good point — which is why I started blogging, like, my oldest daughter (she’s 15) or Holly (she’s 15) so, you know, I remember too 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Melisa,
Good point — which is why I started blogging, like, my oldest daughter (she’s 15) or Holly (she’s 15) so, you know, I remember too 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Melisa,
Good point — which is why I started blogging, like, my oldest daughter (she’s 15) or Holly (she’s 15) so, you know, I remember too 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Melisa,
Good point — which is why I started blogging, like, my oldest daughter (she’s 15) or Holly (she’s 15) so, you know, I remember too 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
I gave up using blog names for my kids awhile back, but it was easy to do since “Monkey Boy” and “Boo Girl/Miss Boo” were their actual nicknames at the time. (These days it’s more like “Stinky Boy” and “Miss Whiny Baby.” Sigh.) However, their dad, Paul, aka “Big Bad Dad” is called that by my kids in real life. Heck, Paul refers to himself as BBD, too. However, that has morphed into “Big FAT Dad” (and he’s NOT fat) by the kids. More examples of how virtual life and real life mirror one another, I guess.
I gave up using blog names for my kids awhile back, but it was easy to do since “Monkey Boy” and “Boo Girl/Miss Boo” were their actual nicknames at the time. (These days it’s more like “Stinky Boy” and “Miss Whiny Baby.” Sigh.) However, their dad, Paul, aka “Big Bad Dad” is called that by my kids in real life. Heck, Paul refers to himself as BBD, too. However, that has morphed into “Big FAT Dad” (and he’s NOT fat) by the kids. More examples of how virtual life and real life mirror one another, I guess.
I gave up using blog names for my kids awhile back, but it was easy to do since “Monkey Boy” and “Boo Girl/Miss Boo” were their actual nicknames at the time. (These days it’s more like “Stinky Boy” and “Miss Whiny Baby.” Sigh.) However, their dad, Paul, aka “Big Bad Dad” is called that by my kids in real life. Heck, Paul refers to himself as BBD, too. However, that has morphed into “Big FAT Dad” (and he’s NOT fat) by the kids. More examples of how virtual life and real life mirror one another, I guess.
I gave up using blog names for my kids awhile back, but it was easy to do since “Monkey Boy” and “Boo Girl/Miss Boo” were their actual nicknames at the time. (These days it’s more like “Stinky Boy” and “Miss Whiny Baby.” Sigh.) However, their dad, Paul, aka “Big Bad Dad” is called that by my kids in real life. Heck, Paul refers to himself as BBD, too. However, that has morphed into “Big FAT Dad” (and he’s NOT fat) by the kids. More examples of how virtual life and real life mirror one another, I guess.
I gave up using blog names for my kids awhile back, but it was easy to do since “Monkey Boy” and “Boo Girl/Miss Boo” were their actual nicknames at the time. (These days it’s more like “Stinky Boy” and “Miss Whiny Baby.” Sigh.) However, their dad, Paul, aka “Big Bad Dad” is called that by my kids in real life. Heck, Paul refers to himself as BBD, too. However, that has morphed into “Big FAT Dad” (and he’s NOT fat) by the kids. More examples of how virtual life and real life mirror one another, I guess.
Hey Anne-Marie,
Aaaaand, I loved your comment…the best 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Anne-Marie,
Aaaaand, I loved your comment…the best 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Anne-Marie,
Aaaaand, I loved your comment…the best 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Anne-Marie,
Aaaaand, I loved your comment…the best 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Anne-Marie,
Aaaaand, I loved your comment…the best 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
This is really funny! I call my kids “monkey”..I know, but it works…and so far they don’t mind, tho’ I suspect eventually they will. But for now it’s c’mere monkey…aw, my cute monkeys…lol…funny…as I write it seems so awful! lol!! Oh, gotta go, one of my monkeys is calling!
This is really funny! I call my kids “monkey”..I know, but it works…and so far they don’t mind, tho’ I suspect eventually they will. But for now it’s c’mere monkey…aw, my cute monkeys…lol…funny…as I write it seems so awful! lol!! Oh, gotta go, one of my monkeys is calling!
This is really funny! I call my kids “monkey”..I know, but it works…and so far they don’t mind, tho’ I suspect eventually they will. But for now it’s c’mere monkey…aw, my cute monkeys…lol…funny…as I write it seems so awful! lol!! Oh, gotta go, one of my monkeys is calling!
This is really funny! I call my kids “monkey”..I know, but it works…and so far they don’t mind, tho’ I suspect eventually they will. But for now it’s c’mere monkey…aw, my cute monkeys…lol…funny…as I write it seems so awful! lol!! Oh, gotta go, one of my monkeys is calling!
This is really funny! I call my kids “monkey”..I know, but it works…and so far they don’t mind, tho’ I suspect eventually they will. But for now it’s c’mere monkey…aw, my cute monkeys…lol…funny…as I write it seems so awful! lol!! Oh, gotta go, one of my monkeys is calling!
Heh, monkeys ARE good 🙂
Heh, monkeys ARE good 🙂
Heh, monkeys ARE good 🙂
Heh, monkeys ARE good 🙂
Heh, monkeys ARE good 🙂