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Let the baby-naming wars begin

My sister Heidi and her husband Mike, as the first bearers of the next generation in both families, get their pick of baby names. They have chosen the gosh darn best name ever for the Bun—good work, kids. Meanwhile, my sister Erica and I are stewing over the fact that there is 1 less awesome name to choose from for our future progeny, especially since we all seem to be going (or wanting to go) the biblical route. Stewing, I tell you! Well, at least we stewed together once–and Erica may well have recovered since then. And did we actually have this conversation I seem to remember . . . or am I making it up? Why is it so hard to remember any specifics all of a sudden? Did I dream this? It this an early onset of Alzheimers? Have I ever really talked to Erica before?? Am I losing my mind!?

Excuse me while I hop off the train tracks that lead to insanity and return to the mental forest of peace and little furry animals. Ommmmm . . . ommmmmm . . . ommmmm . . . Yes, I am taking you on a blogging journey through my brain, and I can only hope there are no casualties.

But moving on! The only thing I dislike about the biblical path is that there aren’t as many fantastic girl names to choose from as one might like, especially since I’m nixing Rahab up front. Great woman, but folks—she did start things off as a prostitute. And while I personally don’t hold that against her (and in fact greatly admire the woman), I sense that this child’s classmates, despite their general lack of biblical knowledge, would quickly zero in on the book of Joshua, discover this little tidbit, and use it to little Rahab’s detriment on the playground. And being called a “prostitute” . . . well, it’s no girl’s idea of a good time.

Ever since my sisters and I were little, the subject of baby names has been a favorite and controversial topic. At various points in my youth I wanted to name my children (who would inevitably be girls) “Tzeitel” (from Fiddler on the Roof) and “Anemone” (as in the plant thingy that grows in the ocean–or is it an animal? You never know with those weird tubular looking things). “Moonbeam” and “Starlight” were probably right up there for me as well. Heidi favored the name “Lilypad” (note to concerned family members: not a name in the running for The Bun–but only ’cause it ain’t biblical). However, Erica set me straight when she recommended the following names for my future children: Poofball and Explosivo.

You know, looking at Erica’s baby pictures, I think this one could have been called Poofball:

Poofball primping in the bathtub.

And this one could have easily been named Explosivo:

Explosivo sporting her first pair of high heels.

One summer many years ago, Erica and I sat down with a baby name book and garnered some brilliant ideas. I recently rediscovered the piece of paper on which we wrote them all down–interestingly enough, it was stuffed between the pages of a hefty hardcover Bible that I have long forsaken in favor of my smaller, purple, purse-friendly TNIV (or as I like to call it, my ‘Tiny NIV’). Does that mean something? Something about the authority of Scripture over the children we had planned all these names for? Something about naming your child Amos after the prophet and not Gewürztraminer after your favorite wine? Is it a sign?

I think it just means I didn’t want the list to get wrinkled in my purse, but you can never be too sure.

Anyway, the names on the list that follows were our absolute favorites, and I just know Erica and Dave will draw from this reserve to name their football-team posse of kiddos. I will put the meanings of these marvelous names to the right.

Carny Bertie                                   Happy winning

Nutan Odelette                             Heart melodic

Pabiola Dajón                                Small gifted girl

Eppy Snooks                                  Lively, always “on”

Smiley Gobnat                              Gobnat means “cuddly”

Dempsey Benedicta                    Respected and blessed

In a fit of inspiration, we added two gratuitous made-up names to the list which might just top the charts. I have added my personal interpretation of their meanings:

Kodak Klarkokardiac                  Photographic heart attack

Gladiola Laudiola                         Applauded garden flower

It’ll be hard to narrow it down, but personally, I’m thinking of going with “Smiley Gobnat”. I’ve always wanted a smiling, cuddly-faced child. Plus, we can call him “Gob” for short. Or her! I think “Gob” would work well for either gender. All I can say is, it’s a mad rush to snatch up the top baby names. A mad rush, I tell you.

These two munchkins could very well have been named Eppy Snooks and Nutan Odelette. . . though Eppy is not looking very “on”. I was probably grumpy because Erica got the cute little bear suit.

Yes, it’s taken me years to get over coveting that bear suit.

Good Omens

“So computers are tools of the Devil? thought Newt. He had no problem believing it. Computers had to be the tools of somebody, and all he knew for certain was that it definitely wasn’t him.”

Good Omens is a very, very funny book, co-written by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. It covers the few days before the world ends, and in this version of the Apocalypse, everything is turned on its head. The 4 horsemen of Armageddon, for example, ride motorcycles, and one of them is named Pollution since Pestilence retired after the discovery of penicillin. There is a mix up at the hospital and the baby Antichrist gets temporarily misplaced. An angel and a demon work together to try to prevent the world from ending because, dangit, they kind of like humans and they’ve each really forged an identity on earth for themselves. After responding to a job posting in the paper, a bloke called Newt unwittingly becomes a witch hunter, then proceeds to fall in love with the first witch he comes across.

Unlike most Terry Pratchett novels I’ve read, this story does not take place in his fictional Discworld planet. It takes place in our world (mainly in England), but Pratchett’s brand of humor is still unchanged and completely recognizable. If you want to read more of my thoughts on Pratchett’s unique and wonderful style, I reviewed him very early on in my blogging days in this post.

This book is for you if: you appreciate witty, scarcastic, sometimes dark humor; you are in the mood to read something that feels like fluff but engages your brain with its intricate funnyness; if you already like Terry Pratchett.

This book is not for you if: Monty Python’s brand of humor makes you uneasy;  fictional alternate realities of the spiritual world feel sacrilegious to you; excessive sarcasm makes your skin feel scratchy (this happens to me sometimes).

Anyway folks, it’s funny. I wouldn’t call it ‘irreverent’ because it doesn’t intend to be an accurate representation of spiritual reality–it’s supposed to be a caricature. Take it with a couple grains of salt. Or maybe even a handful of salt. One thing I appreciated as a Christian is that God and Jesus are not characters in the book and are in fact rarely mentioned–Pratchett and Gaiman stay far away from them and instead really focus on characters I was comfortable laughing about such as the angel Aziraphale and the demon Crawley, who have a hilarious working relationship with one another that has developed over the centuries into something verging on true cooperation.

If the plot doesn’t sound up your alley, I still encourage you to get into Pratchett via his other novels. He’s written about a million books, so grab one from the library and try not to snort soda/water/coffee/milk out your nose.

Have any of you read Good Omens? Did you love it or hate it? And as always, I’d love to hear any book recommendations from my lovely readers since I’m always searching for something new to read.