As a parent (or human being in general), there are certain tidbits of personal information I don’t care to share with others on a regular basis.
For instance, my habit of crying during the last 10 minutes of Undercover Boss, my ignorance regarding car engines, and the fact that I don’t own a smartphone.
Pay-as-go, circa 2010, baby.
Yup, I’m living the dream, folks.
If you think I’m one of those bloggers who can whack out a post on my phone and publish it while standing in line at Starbucks waiting for my Vanilla Bean Frappuccino, you’d be wrong. In more ways than one.
Did I mention I don’t drink caffeinated beverages? Or, carbonated ones?
The revelations just keep coming.
And, if you think my typing skills stink on a standard computer keyboard, you should see the cryptic goop I produce when I try to text on my flip phone.
Four words per minute. Lincoln’s mug was carved into Mt. Rushmore’s facade faster.
It’s not that I don’t embrace technology. I happen to love electronic gadgets. I just can’t afford them.
So does being financially challenged make me weird? How about crying during reality TV shows?
In some circles, it does, and broadcasting my status on the World Wide Web probably doesn’t help matters. However, whenever I think I’ve passed the point of no return in terms of weirdness, all I have to do is think of the parents whose questionable decision-making is fodder for lists like these.
Yes, it’s that time of year again. Time for Nameberry to release its list of the weirdest baby names of 2011.
Among the weirdest of the weird are:
Moo: As in the sound cows make. Apparently, some parents found the utterance to be so incredibly inspirational they couldn’t resist passing it on to their kid.
Corleone: Because when you are giving birth to a future mob boss, you need a name that carries weight.
Notorious: Nothing like giving your kid a name they can grow into. Then again, you don’t want to set the bar too high.
Eh: Not to be mistaken with “Meh.” The moniker is especially popular with absent-minded parents with a ton of kids. When it comes to baby No. 12 why mess around with names that have more than a half syllable?