Happy Birthday Lizzie!!

Happy Birthday Lizzie!!

I just thought I would take advantage of the fact that I can now submit blog posts as my individual self and wish my beautiful wife a very happy birthday. And as one of my birthday presents to her I would like to tell everybody who reads this crazy site of ours a little secret about Liz:

Liz doesn’t like the name Liz!

The name originated from a class that she was in as a kid that contained three Elizabeths. The teacher did not want to bother with identity confusion and thus assigned the shortening of Liz to our Elizabeth. And, as old habits are hard to break, it has stuck until this day. Liz has told me on multiple occasions that she would rather change her known name to Lizzie or just Elizabeth, but it is such a hard task that we have just given up.

So, this may or may not catch on, but I think we should all try and dispatch the old title of Liz and sub in a new, more Lizzieish name in its place. It may be hard at first, but we will get used to it.

And, Liz (or should I say Lizzie) if you hate this idea and it is the worst birthday present you could conceive of then please go ahead and delete this post. If not, I feel free to expand on any details I missed.

Thanks everybody, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZZIE!!!!

7 thoughts on “Happy Birthday Lizzie!!

  1. I just have to say that my family probably thinks I’m crazy and thinking I’m totally indecisive about my name, but I will remind you all of the story we have heard from our parents where Dad was introducing Mom to some of his friends soon after they were married and she had decided to go by her middle name instead of her first name and Dad was trying to make the adjustment, too, and ended up saying something like, “I’d like you to meet my wife . . . um . . . What’s your name again?” If I got the story wrong, feel free to correct me. Until then, I’ll just say I am my mother’s daughter.

  2. I had no idea you didn’t like the name Liz! I thought you came up with it after you didn’t want to be called Beth because the dog down the street was called Beth (or Bess, I don’t remember). Well, this will be interesting. Kind of like going by Kate your whole life, and then deciding you want to go by Katie. This should be very interesting indeed, my dear Elizabeth, and by the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

  3. Hmm.. I went by Jenny ALL growing up, then moved away to college and changed to Jen. Then, I married a guy from back at home who knew me as Jenny. It sort of made me switch back to Jenny because I didn’t know what to say on my answering machine or when I called someone on the phone. At church Derek would call me Jenny and I’d introduce myself as Jen. It was really confusing. Now, people will ask me what I prefer and I say that I just couldn’t care less. I see myself as Jennifer, Jen, AND Jenny. Names are weird like that.

  4. Yes, they are. And the thing is that I don’t see myself as a Liz. When I think of a Liz, I see an ambitious career woman in a business suit with huge shoulder pads who you don’t want to get in the way of. Not exactly how I picture myself. But maybe that is just me.

  5. Adrian asks if “Elisabethina” is okay?

    It may be hard…but I’ll try it. I mean, I’ve been working at calling Melissa “Missy” because that’s what she prefers, too.

    As for me, “Jodie” will be fine. :)

    Happy Birthday.

  6. Yeah, I’ve had naming issues, too. I think especially for “word nerds” like us, names are so huge. I always grew up as Missy, all my friends called me Missy for years. My twin and I were Missy and Sissy. Then I met a 60+ year old woman who introduced herself as Missy. I was shocked. It just seemed so childish for a grown woman to call herself that. SO I immediately became Melissa. Then while dating Conan he used to sign all his emails “Con.” which I thought was funny so I shortened mine to “Mel.” on signatures. But no one ever really called me Mel. Until I married into the Heiselt family, and since I signed emails etc Mel, everyone assumed that was my preferred nick name… but I really don’t like it at all. It seems very blah and tom-boyish (nothing wrong with the tom-boy part, that’s true enough, I just don’t like the vision I get of this ugly girl with a bad hair cut and no manners). And I miss being Missy. Honestly, I didn’t feel like I was as close a friend to my husband as I should be until he started calling me Missy.

    SO, rock on Lizzie! More power to ya. If you want to change your log on to Lizzie, we can arrange that.
    Happy Birthday, once again!

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