Tuesday, July 5, 2011

An Olive by any other name...

Being known as so-n-so's sister for most my life, I've learned that when someone calls me by name, they are usually a friend, or a barista.  What's in a name?  There is so much in a name that I've never taken it lightly, so much so that even before being fruitful and multiplying, I had a bit of an obsession with names.  I read name tags and badges.  I try to remember the name of every person I encountered in the day.  I take note of a name who's face brought some sunshine into my day.  I go as far as looking up name origins of those sour apples in my life to validate they're living up to the intent of their call sign.  So when it came time to pick a name for our bun in the oven, one boy and one girl, we started with agreeing on the 'maybes' and the 'absolutely nots'. 

Mostly during road trips or walks around the grocery store James and I would shoot out names and see which list it made.  As expected the majority were 'absolutely nots'.  We both knew long ago that our first born son would be Liam Daniel, legally known as William; a tribute to my dad.  So it was a matter of the possibility of a lady baby.  I don't recall what brought me to think of it, but once the name hit the airwaves it seemed to fit just right. 



I love Olive, and olives (preferably black ones).  So expecting everyone was "normal" like me, I thought the majority of the nation would therefore love it too, but the responses haven't been unanimous...

"That is my favorite name in the whole world." - friend
"Why Olive?" - co-worker
"I love her name!" - friend
"How did you come up with that?" - waitress
"Are you gonna call her Olly?" - co-worker
"Is it a family name?" - church member
"Really?  I like Olivia." - boss
"What? Oh no, you can't do that to her." - employee

And then my personal favorite came about during our first family excursion to a restaurant:

IHOP waitress: "what's her name?"
Me: "Olive"
IHOP waitress: looks at me, looks at James, repeats twice and then asks "Who did that?"

Yes I wanted to slap her.  No, I didn't.

2 comments:

  1. I would have looked at the waitress name tag and said "Good God who gave you that name"? But hey that's just me.

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  2. I love olives too, Katie! But I like green ones. And now I have a new kind of Olive to love :-)

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