Middle Name Meme

Chris over at Ms Cellania tagged me for this meme in which "You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog."


My middle name is Jayne and as I try and think of words with those letters I am cursing my mother for adding that y to be different from everyone else in my dad's family. Jane was my dad's grandmother name and I believe that almost every family descended from her has a daughter with Jane as either the first or middle name. I sort of regret not using Jane as a middle name for one of my girls. You know, considering Saoirse is the only one with a name I actually like (Saoirse Maeve, in case you were wondering.) Ah well, no point in regretting what is already done.

So...

J- Jealous. God, that's horrid to say. I think I was a very jealous person, but as I've gotten older I've realized there really is no point. Why should I be jealous of what others have that I don't? Who knows what else is going on in their life? I have noticed that if I genuinely like someone I don't feel jealousy, I would say I was happy for them in situations which otherwise might make me a tad jealous. I asked William what j word would describe me and he said joyous. Which made me laugh really, really hard.

A- Astute. Well, I'm not entirely stupid. I could have said asinine, which I occasionally am also. Oh, and I'm am an Albertan. Which usually isn't something I proclaim with joy. Alberta is like America's Alabama. Don't be offended people from Alabama, I needed an "A" state. And Arizona and Alaska just aren't quite right. Maybe I should have said Arkansas.

Y- Young. You know, if you're 88 I am. If you're 22...I'm not.

N- Nice. I am. My kids won't always say I am, but that's just because I'm a bich if you aren't inside the computer. Okay, that's not entirely true. I am only a bitch if you are between the ages of 11 and 12 and I spent anywhere from 8 to 36 hours pushing you out of my vajayjay while you were sunny side up. If that doesn't describe you then I am really freaking nice. So nice I get awards in fact. That I will one day post and pass on. Oh, shush, I know you've all got them by now.

E- English. Ex-pat. An English ex-pat. Oh, you can say I can't really say I'm English and I suppose other than the missing birth certificate and the expired passport there really is no proof. There is no accent, I am pretty much Canadianized. But my mother says I am English, and since she almost died pushing me out of her vajayjay, I am bloody well English, goddamn it. Though I'd rather be Irish. Which really pisses her off. You'd think that after 12 years she would have forgiven my father. And...I'm an Edmontonian. Yes, Edmonton, a little island of liberal red in a sea of conservative blue.

I'm supposed to tag people whose names begin with the letters J A Y N E.

Hmmm... Joy, Catwoman, Alissa*...ummm that's it I think. I would have thought someone's name started with an E. Is there not an Elizabeth out there? No Elaine? No Nicole? No Yvonne? And since I'm nosy, if you feel like just telling me your middle name, go for it. I love names.

* I know you have been tagged for this already. And I know you never do these things. But I think we have been bloggy friends for long enough that I can insist you do it.