N = name…

April 16, 2016April 16, 2016 Patricia27 Comments

Have you wondered what your given
ame means and if it fits you?

I have.
For the first years of my life, I was called Pat.
I never really liked Pat but it beat the heck
out of Patty or Patsy.

When in my mid-years I got a job in sales
and had to have business cards.
I decided to use my given ame, Patricia,
on the cards because it better described me.
I thought using Pat was not defining enough;
it could be a man or woman’s name.
That’s when I had the realization that
I like my ame, Patricia.
From then on I have been Patricia.

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Patricia means patrician or noble.
I am not sure that the definition fits me.
I would like to think it does at least a little.

I did have two family nickames.
Daddy called me PJ and Ma called me Queenie.
Those are really my favorite ames
but I don’t hear them anymore.
They are of the past.

That is my post for the letter
N2016

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Thursday, Q is for Queenie…

April 19, 2012April 19, 2012 Patricia19 Comments

I have been called by different names over the years. All derivatives of my given name.

My father always called me PJ. Sometimes my big brudder still calls me PJ. For most of my life everyone called me Pat.

I called myself Pat.

In my mid-forties I had a mid-life crisis or something and decided that from then on I would be called Patricia. So, since then the world has called me Patricia.

I call myself Patricia.

I like it.

Sometimes someone will call me Patty. Ugh, I hate that! I quickly correct them. Except for one young man many years ago…he could have called me Poop if he wanted. But that is a story for another time.

I still answer to PJ and Pat. Pat and PJ are ok but I prefer Patricia. You can tell how long someone has known me by what name they use.

One thing I am never called anymore is Queenie or The Queen. That was my mother’s name for me. It started out as being a way for her to say I was acting like a spoiled brat, which I was most of the time. But over time it became a term of endearment.

I think she was spot on with the name. I loved it. It has been years, 31 to be exact, since anyone has called me Queenie. I miss my nickname.

I miss being Queenie.

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Monday, how my cats were named…

May 9, 2011May 8, 2011 Patricia4 Comments

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Anyone who has wandered through here more than a couple of times knows that I am crazy for cats and their people. I would like to have a dog and a couple of birds and maybe someday I will. Right now the diva girlcat who lives here will not allow it and since she is 18 I will bend to her rule.

Anyway, Dimple at Meditations of My Heart has shared pictures of her beautiful cat, Ghost. Go look at them, he is so handsome. While there I got to thinking about how we name our pets. Dimple’s cat is very aptly named.

I had a big white cat, Kitzie. He got his name because He would come to me when I would say kitzie kitzie kitzie. He was a great cat, saved my life once. Really! I will tell you about it one day.

My girlcat, the diva, is named Dolly, because she is a little doll. My boy, who is now in heaven, was named Hannah until she went to the vet to be spayed. Hey, stop laughing, sometimes it is hard to tell boys and girls in kittens, it could happen to you! Well, obviously her name was changed to Henry so he wouldn’t be teased unmercifully by bad bully cats.

Growing up we had many dogs, Susie, Skipper, Duchess, and Missy are the ones I remember best. As for cats, there were so many. Pete was the first then came Mittens who had kittens—often. She had so many kittens the only name I remember is Maxwell.

We also had fish, hamsters, mice, and birds. I will have to remember to tell you about the parakeet, Willie. He was a hoot–or a chirp–whatever–he had personality.

Today, I think people who won’t have a pet because they think they are dirty or too much work have some sort of heart imbalance.