What's in a name?

When I was a kid, I wasn't super crazy about my name - Judith Michelle. They called me Michelle for a while, but when I got to kindergarten there was a girl named Michelle that I didn't like. So, when I found out my first name was actually Judith (Judy), I made up my mind that I wanted to change it. I wasn't super crazy about that name either, but at least it was after my dad's mother - or so I was told. There were still a lot of people who called me Michelle, but over time eventually everyone switched.

Yesterday I went downtown to pick up a death certificate for my father (he died 13 years ago). You can imagine the irony when I saw his mother's name listed on the certificate as Vivienne Jean. Where was the Judy?? I could only laugh. I called my mom right away to let her know. She laughed, too. She said she wasn't crazy about the name Judy, but my dad talked her into it because he told her it was his mother's name. Seems he pulled one over on both of us! What's even more ironic is that my maiden name "Shane" wasn't a real name either. My dad changed his last name when he went into showbusiness (long before I was born). Consequently, I ended up with that last name when I was born. But, no one else in his family has that name except for me. Now that's a story I can't wait to tell the kids one day!

There's a first...

For the past several weeks, Chris' mom has been staying with us one night a week to attend a class down the street from our house. So, she keeps her makeup bag in one of the drawers in the guest bathroom. Yesterday, Katie decided to sneak in there, close the bathroom door, and play with Grannie's makeup. Of course it only makes sense that she would then need to climb on the toilet and onto the counter to see in the mirror to put the makeup on. When she realized she couldn't get off the counter, she began calling us. When Chris went to open the door - denied! Due to a poor cabinet design in the bathroom, the drawer that Katie left opened before she climbed on the counter completely blocks the door from being opened. And since Katie couldn't get off the counter to close it, we couldn't get her out. Sooooo.. we had no choice but to bust the door down. Chris got a crow bar and began beating a hole through it so we could reach in and close the drawer. Needless to say, Katie was pretty shaken up. I don't think she'll be getting playing in the makeup anymore. I can only imagine what the garbage men thought when the picked up the door this morning. :)