Alyssa is #3 on the list of top baby names of 2012.
Congrats, Gin and Bob… you’ve got some good taste!
So, while thinking about how my name is popular now, I thought about back when I was bornksi. ‘Twas a SNOW DAY in South Jerz, and a serious blizzard was ripping through. I was two weeks late, and since my mom was probably assuming she was bearing a baby elephant (hang in there, Katie, I’m proof of “good things come to those who wait”), my dad offered to physically drive the doc to the hospital so I could get outta there.
I’d like to say it’s just cause they were sooo ready to meet me.
Anyway, this tangent has a point.
I was supposed to be named “Meredith Noel.” Since I wasn’t born on Christmas (my due date), Noel was kinda thrown out the window, and apparently that baby shown above just doesn’t look like a “Meredith.”
So this kid went without a name for a few days.
After a nurse pointedly told my mom she’d be crying too if she didn’t have a name (the horror!), my mom broke down, cracked the baby book, and shut her eyes and pointed to a rando page.
Okay, not really… she and my dad picked “Alyssa Lauren” because they had never heard of it and they thought it was pretty. And here. I. am.
So, this is where my tangent comes full circle. Alyssa was never the most popular name in the world. I graduated with two other Alyssas in my high school class, but other than that, I haven’t known many (other than this one!). But NOOOW, get ready for barrels full of Alyssa babies comin’ atcha!
And because I just know you were wondering, “Alyssa” has Greek/British/Scottish roots (YES! I ALWAYS KNEW I WAS A LITTLE GREEK), and is derived from the bright yellow Alyssum flower. It means “bright,” “logical,” “loyal,” and “noble and kind.”
I like my name. And I think it fits.
I’m not going to tell you the story of how I tried to change my name to Rashecca as a 6 year old because I wanted to be twins with my best friend Rebecca. And I’m not going to mention how angry I was when my parents laughed at me.
AND look what I found.
Check out the “Like Alyssa” names. In there is Emma, my old black lab, AND Chloe, my new one. Looks like I prefer names like me own? Weeeird.
And speaking of NAAAMES, you may see that I updated my Blogroll. I loved how Lisa added little bios next to everyone on hers, so I added a little “Why I love your bloggity” blurb to go with each of my favorite blogs.
And if yours isn’t on there, it’s not ’cause I don’t love you. ‘Cause I most likely do. Blogrolls just look dumb if theyre 23842739 blogs long. And I’m pretty sure I have that many in my Google Reader.
P.S. Dear Mom, sorry if I got any facts wrong. You can stop e-mailing me telling me you’re going to write “retractions” to my blog because it’s not your fault I don’t tie my shoes right.
P.P.S. I ran a slow four miles on Tuesday (per my physical therapist’s recommendations), and my shin felt a liiiittle better. I biked for 30 minutes yesterday, and I’m doing another slow four today. It’ll be interesting to see how this slooow half marathon goes next Sunday. Cross your fingers for some pain-free running fo’ meee.
P.P.S.S. This Greek-named girl is hitting up a Greek festival tonight. Get ready for lots of gyro and tzaziki sauce shots.
What’s your name mean? Are you a fan of it? Did you ever try to change it to something totally sweet like Rashecca?