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The Power of Names

This week’s DPchallenge is asking us to look at names: “explore your history with names. What meaning does your name have to you? What power does it have over you? Do you have a nickname when you are at home, but not in the world at large? Or vice versa?”

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My given name has never been uttered on this site.  In fact, I’m not even sure if I’ve ever referred to myself with any kind of name.  For the purpose of this blog, I will share my name… (Can you feel my personal struggle to let this identifier out there – on the world wide web?)

I am not ashamed of my name.  My name is fairly uncommon for a woman.  I mean, I’ve met maybe 3 or 4 different ladies with my name, but each of us spell our names differently.  The power of my name is that my anonymity feels less secure in the fact that my name is uncommon – I’m more easily identified by others in my professional field and circle of friends.  “Hey, do you know Her?  Why yes, I know Her because she’s probably the only lady with Her as a name among social workers in this area, maybe even in the entire state.”

So alas, my name is Ricki.  My aunt once gave me a name card with the meaning of the name written across the top with a Bible verse below.  The card stated that Ricki means “peaceful ruler”.  According to BabyNames.com, “Ricky” is a boy’s names that means “brave ruler” and alternate spellings include: Rikki, Rickey, Ricki, Riqqi.

I was named after my father, Richard (shocker).  My parents had intended to have 2 children – they ended up with 5.

I do not dislike my name (anymore).  I do not love my name, either.  I used to really dislike my name because people would call me Ricki Lake.  I **HATE** that.  I am not Ricki Lake.  I am me.  No one else.  Don’t call me Ricki Lake. Ever. Period.  Thanks.

I do have an obsession with names.  I love to write down names that intrigue me.  My #1 baby boy name to use is Sean (God is gracious).  Sean has been my #1 boy name for years and years.  My #1 girl name has changed over the years.  Rose is my current favorite.  It has also been Cornelia, Josephine, Veronica, Natalie, and Miranda.

I tend to like different names based on how they sound, rather than their meanings.  For example, I love the name Penelope, which means “with a web over her face”.  Not the greatest meaning, but the name is beautiful.

When I think about the “power” of names, I tend to think of how I associate the name.  For example, I used to love the name Katie/Katherine.  However, my ex before my recent ex cheated on me with a Katie.  I no longer like Katie.  Katie is a cheating whore.  Or at least, an adulterous woman.  No good.  I could never name a child Dave/David because nearly every Dave/David I’ve met has been an asshole (my personal experience).  One of my grandmother’s first names is Della.  I love the name because she’s a beautiful lady.  I can see myself using the name Mark because he was my all-time favorite uncle – he passed away in May 2002.

Character names and celebrity names are powerful in that they can sway the names parents use for there children.  Isabella, anyone?  Isabella was ranked #60 in US births in 1999.  In 2001, Isabella was ranked #28.  In 2002, #14; in 2003, #11; in 2004, #7.  In 2007 Isabella was ranked #2 and in 2009, #1.  The latest stats are from 2012, in which Isabella is ranked #3.  I have a feeling that the name George will rise in popularity on the 2013 and 2014 name chart (you know, there was a prince born in July 2013 with the name George).  Currently George is ranked #166 in US births.

Side note: Ricki was ranked #941 in 1994 and #964 in 1995.  Since then “Ricki” has not been in the top 1000 names in the US.

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Goodnight, Friend.

This week’s DP Challenge: Gonzo Writing Challenge

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We got into his car at 2:43am after a night filled with raucous laughter and good friends.  I slid into the cold passenger seat, quickly shut the small SUV’s door, and clicked the frigid seatbelt into place.  I rubbed my hands together trying to bring warmth to the stiff bones.  He opened the driver’s side door as he fumbled for the ignition key.  As he sat he started the vehicle and immediately turned the heater on full blast.

He rubbed his hands together.  “You’re good people.  They’re good people.”  He was talking about the good friends who were still inside the old, rickety house.  These good friends that I had only met 10 hours previously.

I grinned, the right side of my mouth turning up.  “You’re good people. too.”  I closed my tired eyes, nodded, and continued to rub my slightly warmer hands furiously.

“I was pretty positive you would get along.” He cocked his head to the right, closed his brown eyes, pursed his lips, and returned my nod.

I sat quietly as he shifted into reverse and slowly descended onto the dark street.  He shifted into braked, shifted into first, and shook a cigarette from his Camel Crush pack.  After placing the pack in a cup holder in the middle console he reached into his front shirt pocket and produced a green 7-Eleven lighter.  I followed suit by placing a hand inside my hoodie pocket, grasping my pack of Camel Menthol Silvers and yellow Bic lighter.  We lit our smokes at the same time.  He released the brake and cruised down the small hill.

(20 minutes later)

He perched the vehicle on the sidewalk outside of my three story townhouse which is located in an overly developed development.  We each pushed the red button to release our seatbelts and opened our doors nearly simultaneously.  I swung both legs to the side and hopped out of the vehicle.  I grabbed my small, black, silver studded purse and quietly shut the passenger’s side door.  The freezing cold air made walking difficult.  I walked in front of the still-running SUV.  As I rounded the driver’s side he stepped onto the gray sidewalk.

“I would ask you to come in if it weren’t so late,” I said.  I thought, “Please come in. Please?”

“Yeah, I really need to get home and sleep. I’m going to dehydrate kale and sweet potatoes tomorrow,” he replied with excitement.

“Thank you so very much for inviting me tonight,” I said with a wide smile.

“Of course. I’m glad you had a good time,” he replied with his soft voice.

“I had an amaaazing time.”  I continued to smile.

He stepped forward and extended his big arms.  I took a step as I opened my own arms and accepted the hug.  I relished his warm embrace.  I lifted my face towards his and thought, “Maybe a kiss?”  His arms relaxed, his hands rested on my shoulders.

“I’m sure I’ll talk with you soon, my lady.”  His big hands rubbed my arms.  And then his hands slid to my hands.  And then our hands parted and he turned on his heels and walked to his vehicle.

“Goodnight, friend,” I said as I turned towards the red front door with my hands in my hoodie pocket feeling for my key.

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My Week in Haiku.

Monday
Match dot com, oh boy!
A woman messaged me
Time to go explore

Tuesday
Supervised visit
Five long hours on the road
The kids had much fun

Wednesday
Social workers work
Together for children’s good
I love my comrades

Thursday
Friends, kids, ex-boyfriend
Turkey, pies, and all the sides
A good day in all

Friday
Home alone again
Afternoon shopping in town
Tree decorated

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I know I’m late with the Haiku Catchoo DPChallenge, but I thought I’d do it anyway.  🙂

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A Few of My Favorite Things

The Daily Post’s weekly blog challenge is “A Few of My Favorite Things.”  I (mentally) immediately broke into song:

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

As I contemplate my favorite things (I was contemplating some of my favorite things yesterday on my drive home from work), I feel like I need to categorize…

Smells:
Just-out-of-the-oven chocolate chip cookies
Freshly mowed grass
A newborn baby
Men’s body wash
Roses
Rain
Campfire
Coffee being brewed
Sun-dried clothing

Tastes
(Well this list could go on forever)
Cucumbers
Watermelon
Sweet strawberries
Buttery corn
Just-out-of-the-oven chocolate chip cookies
Cigarettes and alcohol — that is, when my boyfriend and I get caught up in the moment and he tastes like cigarettes and alcohol… I feel like there is some kind of erotic element in that moment, with that taste.

Touch:
Newborn baby
Doggy kisses
Satin sheets (or at least a high thread count)
Swimming Nude
Skin on skin
The brush of lips on my lips
Having my hair done by someone else

Sight:
A good friend after a long period of absence.  This is especially true of my dearest friend.  We only get to see each other about once a year.  At the moment I haven’t seen her in over a year and a half.  When I first spot her upon arrival, that is one of my favorite things.
Rainbows
Butterflies
Newborn babies (I obviously have a love of newborn babies)

Sound:
Thunderstorms
A baby’s laughter
Laughter in general
WVU Mountaineer Fans cheering — This might seem silly, but there is something contagious and yet reverent about cheering for your favorite team.
Pop can opening
Rainfall
Trains

All five of these lists could be longer. Much longer.  My previous post stated that I treasure many things.  And most of the things I love or things that I can call a “favorite” I also treasure.

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