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A New Zealand judge has made a 9-year-old girl a ward of the court so that her name can be changed from Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii, the country’s national news agency reported Thursday.
Family Court Judge Rob Murfitt listed a series of unusual names that New Zealand parents had given their children, and said he was concerned that such strange monikers would create hurdles for them as they grew up.
“It makes a fool of the child and sets her up with a social disability and handicap,” the New Zealand Press Association quoted the judge as saying.
Among the names Murfitt cited: twins named Benson and Hedges — after a brand of cigarettes; Violence; and Number 16 Bus Shelter.
Some parents had named children after six-cylinder Ford cars, the news agency reported.
The Registrar General of Births, Deaths and Marriages said in a statement that it had rejected names including Fish and Chips, Yeah Detroit, Stallion, Twisty Poi — a staple food in Polynesian cuisine — and Sex Fruit.
A lawyer for Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii said the girl is so embarrassed by her name that friends know her as “K.”
Last month, an judge in the U.S. state of Illinois allowed a school bus driver to legally change his first name to “In God” and his last name to “We Trust.”
But an appeals court in the state of New Mexico ruled against a man — named Variable — who wanted to change his name to a two-word phrase that contains a four-letter expletive and expresses opposition to censorship.
”NZ judge backs girl over ‘embarrassing’ name - CNN.com (via wisepug) (via emilyposts)
So I guess I’ve gotta re-think the name Catcha Later Alligator Slater, eh?
I’m having what I can only consider a Patrick Batman-esque moment here. Granted, it’s not my business card, but I am OBSESSED with my work email signature right now. Why the preoccupation? How important could it be? But color, font, size — I’m completely obsessed with all of it. PSYCHO!
“ You know what? I am actually not that much into voting. I think it’s kinda crazy that a woman is running, because I think that women deal with a lot of emotions and menopause and PMS and stuff. Like, I’m so moody all the time, I know I couldn’t be able to run a country, ‘cause I’d be crying one day and yelling at people the next day, ya know? ”
Brooke Hogan, when asked who she’s voting for by a potential roommate on her series Brooke Knows Best.
I want to throw up. What an asshole.
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Like I needed another reason to despise Brooke Hogan. Got that too, though.
Justin Timberlake’s opening to the ESPY Awards last night. I’ve never liked him as much as I do right now.
Like I needed another reason to ADORE JT. But I got it. Hilair.
The oh-so-cool bride.
The Wedding
Good morning, dear neglected-but-not-forgotten blog. It has been a little over a week since my wedding and even though I expected things to slow down a bit in life now that the Great Extravaganza is over…it hasn’t. But I figured I should take a few minutes to document that day for posterity.
July 12, 2008 was a nearly perfect day. Sure, some may have thought it too windy, especially as my veil was whipping around threatening to eat my groom, but it’s that same wind that kept everyone cool and kept the bugs away, so I have no complaints. The ceremony was short and sweet and extremely personal since Chris and I giggled through the entire thing. The dinner was delish with the only hiccup being that some friends had to help serve food when some sort of snafu held up the caterers delivering the entrees. The friends were happy to oblige, though, and the rest of our guests thought that these friends were absolutely delightful. Like putting our best and brightest guests on display.
The dance floor was packed from beginning to end, emptying only for the 10:00 fireworks show in our backyard that was absolutely breathtaking. Even for someone who knew they were happening (they were a surprise for nearly everyone else) it was still completely mind-blowing. It certainly helped us clinch the title for Best Wedding Ever, as confirmed by many (if not most) of our guests.
The pizza delivered at 11:00 was the perfect snack for everyone and the limo shuttle turned out to be a brilliant plan as we had several guests who needed to be rushed to a bed since that was a more appropriate place to pass out than under one of the tables.
Seriously, the tent, the music, the food, the bathroom trailer, the dj, the photographer, the everything — for someone who never had dreams about her wedding day, it still managed to be everything I hoped and dreamed of. I’m happy as hell I only have to do it once, but I did end up having a fabulous time.
Now of course, there’s the come-down. What? You mean it’s not all about me anymore? Bummer…
So, I’ve learned something these last few days about people. People do not want to hear you be realistic about your wedding day. People much prefer it when you’re the pretty pretty princess getting her dream day. People want you to be the perfect blushing bride who looks forward to her day with girly excitement. Well, guess what people: I’m not that bride. I just want the day to be over and to get back to normal. Hope everyone enjoys the party, because this day isn’t for me. It’s for everyone else. And I’ll have fun, but this is not my dream.
I think it’s safe to assume that I’m going to have to pretty much give up the dream of blogging until after the wedding. I suck at making time for it. Sorry. But I’m sure I’ll have riveting items to bitch about in 2 weeks or so. Stay tuned…
About me
" . . . it is very painful for me to be forced to speak the truth. It is the first time in my life that I have ever been reduced to such a painful position, and I am really quite inexperienced in doing anything of the kind." - Oscar Wilde
"Speak the truth, but leave immediately after." -Slovenian Proverb
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