The Name Game.

Its full swing into the Meramble birthday season. We hit all 4 of our birthdays between August 16 and October 30. At dinner for my Dad's birthday last night, my brother had mentioned baby names that would most certainly be vetoed by whoever decides to make an honest man out of him. (Godspeed Wrench.) I don't remember the full list, but one of the names was Hendrix, which is kind of okay. Although he did name a short lived (it didn't die, just found a new home) puppy, Hendrix, a few years back, so that does take away from the name a little bit.

No offense to my parents, but my name is as bland as white rice. (It should be noted that I could not think of a cliched bland thing, so I asked my mom, shes still in her room coming up with ideas, I went with the rice. I also maybe forgot to mention what I was calling bland. Thanks Mom.) Michael John is just about as popular now, as it was when the Roman's controlled the world. It really doesn't have much flare to it, and you probably know half a dozen people with my name, if not more. Freshman year of High School, they had the brilliant idea to organize locker assignments by first name. I was in the middle of about four Michaels on each side of me. It was not okay.

Anyway, this got me thinking about what I would name my children. Some of you are laughing at the thought of me with children, I am too. But eventually, someday, these names will go to my offspring. It will be understood to the woman who marries me, (again, with the laughter) that she will have all kinds of free reign on our lives, except with this. They are:

Berkley - For a girl. The idea that my daughter will be called Berk is pretty great. Nobody has ever liked this name, ever. I think the best I got was, "It sounds like a dogs name." The dog in You've Got Mail is Brinkley. Whatever. I'm sticking with it.

Wyatt - For a boy, maybe a girl. Its a cool dudes name. For a girl, it kind of works, right? Maybe not. Either way I think I need to go a little more cowboy for it to work, something I'm not opposed too. Cowboy boots are uncomfortable, maybe I'll just get a horse or something.

Emma - For a girl. The name exudes class. Just a lovely, classy lady. This girl respects her father.

Jack - For a boy. Baby Jack is really something. Adult Jack, I'm still a little iffy on. I'll be dead by then, so what do I care anyway.

I would never have more than two kids, so I see no reason to continue on. Unless three people with these names commit terrible war crimes in the next couple decades, I should be fine.