I bought this cute card for my husband, the martini-meister, but I’m posting it today on my birthday just because it makes me smile. This is birthday month in my family, with me, my sister, both SILs, two neices and a great-nephew all having birthdays in later March and into April.
Yes, today is my birthday, and it was a mighty fine one. But rather than post about it, I was recently asked by Lisa of Miss Helenes why Lizzie is fuzzy. Well, here’s the story:
While my mother was pregnant with me, they decided that if the baby was a girl, they’d name her Elizabeth Anne, in memory of my father’s mother who had recently died. So when I arrived, that was what was entered on the birth certificate. But within a day or two, after the novelty of having a precious little girl wore off, I suppose, it became glaringly obvious that my strongest feature was the unruly fuzz on my head. For some reason my father thought it was funny, and he started referring to me as Fuzzylizzie.
This upset my poor mother so much that she called in the nurse in charge of the birth certificates and had the thing changed. My new name was Sharon Elizabeth. That somehow nipped the fuzzy nick-name, and saved me from a lifetime of embarrassment concerning my name.
Years later, the internet is new, ebay is new, and all of a sudden, I have to pick an identity. At the time I was still teaching, and really had no thoughts of forming a business, but I did want to pick a name that meant something to me. Life had been rough for the past two years; my father had just lost a two year battle with cancer, and my mother’s health was failing. I was in a nostalgic mood. I kept thinking about the little story about my name, and so I settled on Fuzzylizzie as my ebay id. And now it’s ebay and etsy and .com and a host of sites where I’m registered. It really is who I am in many ways.
Now tell me, does this look like a man who would call that adorable baby such a silly name?