No, we are not naming this baby “Murphy”. How about John, Paul, George or Ringo? Or Roger, David, Nick, Rick or Sid? There’s always “Omega”.
No, we are not naming this baby “Murphy”. How about John, Paul, George or Ringo? Or Roger, David, Nick, Rick or Sid? There’s always “Omega”.
…just don’t call him Johnson!
Anyone remember the comedian who used to do that routine? He was on Carson all of the time in the 70’s.
For those not in the know, “Murph” aka Murphy has held a special place for me for roughly 17 years. I jokingly referred to Murph as my trickster guardian angel. Over the years Murph has taught me humility and other values through acts of irony such as the one time that I was bragging on my newly restored Triumph Spitfire and another passed me going the opposite direction and I exclaimed “One day yours will look this good!” Murph had me wreck my car that day in an accident that should have killed me. I came out with a scratch on the knee. Once I was traveling rather fast at night on a country road and not paying attention. Murph had a nice state trooper pull me over and suggest that I pay better attention. One mile later I came upon a sign that read “Welcome to Murphy North Carolina”.
Considering the numerous things that can be contributed to “Murph” over the years it would almost be fitting to personify him by naming my son Murphy…..No, I don’t think so!
Name the child, “Seven” (Seinfeld reference!)
Or you can go with Kirk….Spock…McCoy. All good.
Since I’m having twins, my lovely father-in-law suggested, if they’re boys, I name them Pete and Repeat. I said absolutely no way, and I don’t have a sense of humor about this. Why do people think that’s funny at all? I ought to think it is, I guess, but I don’t. 🙂