YOU GUYS. Remember when I said that when I was a kid I made a list of all the baby names I liked? And how I wished I had the actual list so I could embarrass myself more completely?
WELL. I found the list. I was doing a backup of my computer on our external hard drive the other day and I started wandering around its myriad subfolders and I found it. Specifically, I found it under Bridget Stuff\Docs\OLD\old.
I think what is truly amazing is how many of the names I remembered correctly off the top of my head when I wrote that last post.
Now here are some more, pulled straight from my precious name lists (I had a separate list for girls and boys, and they are too long to reprint in their entireties here).
The truly terrible:
Avis. Clearly I was too young to have heard of the car-rental company.
Charmain. Or the toilet-paper brand (I know it's Charmin, but close enough).
Damaris. I think this was after my fourth-grade class did a play about the first Thanksgiving.
Dion. For a boy, mind you.
Giles. See Thanksgiving play, above.
Honora. OK, I swear someone famous did actually name their baby this.
Hilaire. Again, BOY.
Letitia. As if Lucretia (also on the list) wasn't bad enough.
Monte. This HAD to be in honor of Monte Burns. PLEASE JUST LET IT.
Orestes. Aaaaaand I am now re-considering putting this list out in the open.
Theoderic. The Theodore-Eric hybrid you've always wanted.
The ones I had an ulterior motive for liking:
Xavier. I dunno, it started with an X, all right?
Haley. There was a girl in my class named Haley and she was so beautiful and had the cutest clothes.
Heidi. See above.
Jessamyn. The only Sweet Valley book I was ever allowed to read had a character from the 19th century named Jessamyn and I thought she was the coolest thing ever.
Logan. Wasn't that the name of Mary Anne's dreamy boyfriend from The Babysitter's Club?
The ones I still kinda like:
Aurelia. A friend of ours in Tucson named their baby Aurelia and I was so happy for them.
Aïda. Especially if you get to spell it with the funky two-dot i.
Note that there are no boy names that I still like. Every single name on that list is just terrible. Be grateful I edited it down for you.
I saved the best for last. Also on this list is:
I guess my taste as a seven-year-old wasn't all bad. Mostly, but not ALL.