A rose by any other name…

They say the sweetest sound a person can hear is the sound of their own name.

I’m  not sure how it all started but last night during the Super Bowl festivities we had several conversations going on. One of those conversations went something like this:

Pony: my son is going to be named Ashley.

Me: that’s a girls name.

Pony: no not originally. It’s of Scottish origin. And yada yada …

Me: (all I can hear are the Charlie Brown adults talking blah blah blah blah blah.)

Pony: Ashley Wilem 

Me: As in Dafoe

Pony: Exactly

Me: Would you call him Ashley?

Pony:  No probably just Ash.

Me to Wise: what do you think of that name?

Wise: our poor son is going to get beat up on the playground.

Pony: No he won’t

Wise: at least it’s better than what almost happened to my cousin. She was almost named Saxon. 

Pony: After the band right?

Wise: Yes my aunt was so loopy, after the birth from the pain meds they gave her. Thank goodness my other aunt was there. She said “no you’re not doing that remember ?  You already picked Elizabeth.”

Hee hee. Too much fun. Second time I hear talk of a potential child. Not going to meddle though.  Whatever will be … will be.

As always, more to come.

Happy Anniversary to Me!

On February 6, 1984, some 33 years ago today, at 7:15 am, Central Standard Time, in San Antonio Texas at 9800 Fredericksburg Road, I was in a conference room with about 20 other people.  

We were all seated around the polished boardroom table, nervous and anxious.  Well speaking for myself, I was nervous and anxious.  Why? This was new employee orientation.  My first “real” job. As opposed to the fake jobs I had had before.  πŸ˜‚. 

Real because of the benefits.  Stable. A plan.  Not my original plan but things were exactly as they should be.  Who knew then just how awesome everything would turn out?!?!??

In those 33 years, I’ve had 25 different managers and I served in 15 different roles.  I’ve made many wonderful friends, lifetime confidants.  I’ve been allowed to try new things, to learn and grow.  I owe much of who I am today to the experiences I’ve had at work.  Not just a job, but a vocation.  And right now is the piece de resistance.  I’m living the dream, in the job for which I am most suited.  I am working downtown in a beautiful building on the historic Riverwalk.   I have the BEST coworkers ever! Da Riverwalk Crew. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m awake and it’s real.  

I found this picture of me on my fifth service anniversary.  So young, just a baby really. Making it to 5 years was a milestone since I threatened to quit every other day for the first few years. But I stuck it out for the long-haul.  Thank goodness. I’m glad that I didn’t give up!   I’m grateful and beyond blessed. 

The briefcase on my lap is what I selected for my anniversary gift.  

As always, more to come.