Jentenavn

[Idéfix]

Desverre!

Jeg synes det er litt tungt.

[Gjest hallow :o/]

Ylva er fint men ikke Ylvali. Minner meg mer om et etternavn.

[tonie]

Helt grusomt, synes jeg. Første gangen jeg så det leste jeg Ylajali:-) Synes ikke Fryd var stort bedre, da. Uff, jeg føler med mange av disse kjendisungene med sære navn. Det kan ikke være lett å bære enkelte av dem.

[Lillemus]

Ylva er et av mine favorittjentenavn, men Ylvali blir for pompøst for meg.

[Lillemus]

Fyttirakker'n for noen navn! Jaja, smaken er som baken, osv....

For en gangs skyld er vi skjønt enige når det gjelder navn! Det var ikke måte på pompøst og sukkersøtt og overdrevet da!

[Lillemus]

Enig.

Alva synes jeg er ganske fint, faktisk. Minner meg om Alva Myrdal....

Fryd har forsåvidt ingen fæl klang ved seg, men det er for mye "vanlig ord" i det. Sikkert en vansesak, for når noen heter Liv eller Dag f eks, så tenker jeg overhodet ikke på at det også er vanlig ord.

Forresten så heter Tusenfryds maskot nettopp Fryd! ;-)

Neida! Alva er tjenestejenta i Madicken av Astrid Lindgren! ) Kjempefint navn synes jeg.

[Gjest pekka]

liker det desverre ikke. Man må vel tenke på at noen skal leve med de navnene vi velger. Eks kunne du tenke deg å presentere deg foran en gruppe mennesker med det navnet? til skolevenner, familie? Likner kanskje litt på sylvia som er mer "normalt". Men vil du ha noe unormalt, så har du nok funnet det

[morsan]

Neida! Alva er tjenestejenta i Madicken av Astrid Lindgren! ) Kjempefint navn synes jeg.

Har faktisk aldri sett Madicken..... Håper hun er litt mer stas å oppkalle etter enn tjenestejenta i Emil, da! ;-)

[Hawkwind]

Ylva er et av mine favorittjentenavn, men Ylvali blir for pompøst for meg.

Hehe - datteren min heter Ylva *s*

[Lillemus]

Har faktisk aldri sett Madicken..... Håper hun er litt mer stas å oppkalle etter enn tjenestejenta i Emil, da! ;-)

Åja, Alva i Madicken var kjempeskjønn! Moren der i huset var jo mer tilbaketrukket, men Alva var en god, varm og moderlig tjeneste jente i voksen alder. Tok med ungene på julehandel og trøstet når de slo seg. )

[morsan]

Åja, Alva i Madicken var kjempeskjønn! Moren der i huset var jo mer tilbaketrukket, men Alva var en god, varm og moderlig tjeneste jente i voksen alder. Tok med ungene på julehandel og trøstet når de slo seg. )

Høres koselig ut! :-)

Lina i Emil var jo snill hun også, men ikke utpreget smart, kan man vel trygt si.... he he...

[mariaflyfly]

Det er ikke pent i det hele tatt i mine ører. Sorry.

[ShitDiddelyDo]

Før dere begynner å kalle eventuelle englebarn med perverse navn, bør dere høre på A Boy Named Sue av Johnny Cash.

My daddy left home when I was three

And he didn't leave much to ma and me

Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid

But the meanest thing that he ever did

Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke

And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,

It seems I had to fight my whole life through.

Some gal would giggle and I'd get red

And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,

I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,

My fist got hard and my wits got keen,

I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.

But I made a vow to the moon and stars

That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars

And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July

And I just hit town and my throat was dry,

I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.

At an old saloon on a street of mud,

There at a table, dealing stud,

Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad

From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,

And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.

He was big and bent and gray and old,

And I looked at him and my blood ran cold

And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!

Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes

And he went down, but to my surprise,

He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.

But I busted a chair right across his teeth

And we crashed through the wall and into the street

Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men

But I really can't remember when,

He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.

I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,

He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,

He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough

And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough

And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.

So I give ya that name and I said goodbye

I knew you'd have to get tough or die

And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight

And I know you hate me, and you got the right

To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.

But ya ought to thank me, before I die,

For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye

Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun

And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,

And I came away with a different point of view.

And I think about him, now and then,

Every time I try and every time I win,

And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him

Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

[mariaflyfly]

Før dere begynner å kalle eventuelle englebarn med perverse navn, bør dere høre på A Boy Named Sue av Johnny Cash.

My daddy left home when I was three

And he didn't leave much to ma and me

Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid

But the meanest thing that he ever did

Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke

And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,

It seems I had to fight my whole life through.

Some gal would giggle and I'd get red

And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,

I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,

My fist got hard and my wits got keen,

I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.

But I made a vow to the moon and stars

That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars

And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July

And I just hit town and my throat was dry,

I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.

At an old saloon on a street of mud,

There at a table, dealing stud,

Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad

From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,

And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.

He was big and bent and gray and old,

And I looked at him and my blood ran cold

And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!

Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes

And he went down, but to my surprise,

He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.

But I busted a chair right across his teeth

And we crashed through the wall and into the street

Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men

But I really can't remember when,

He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.

I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,

He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,

He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough

And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough

And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.

So I give ya that name and I said goodbye

I knew you'd have to get tough or die

And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight

And I know you hate me, and you got the right

To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.

But ya ought to thank me, before I die,

For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye

Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun

And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,

And I came away with a different point of view.

And I think about him, now and then,

Every time I try and every time I win,

And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him

Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

Lystig låt.

[ShitDiddelyDo]

Lystig låt.

En veldig morsom låt, men den har nå et snev av alvor som diverse psykoforeldre her inne burde legge seg på minnet.

[mariaflyfly]

En veldig morsom låt, men den har nå et snev av alvor som diverse psykoforeldre her inne burde legge seg på minnet.

Jeg trodde du hadde vært for lenge på dol til å la deg sjokkere av hva folk finner på å kalle unga sine.

[ShitDiddelyDo]

Jeg trodde du hadde vært for lenge på dol til å la deg sjokkere av hva folk finner på å kalle unga sine.

Jeg har vært så lenge på dol at jeg fant det fornuftig å tilegne gærningene en sang:

[Sofies mamma]

Ekkelt navn

[fei1365380229]

Hehe - datteren min heter Ylva *s*

Min også

[Gjest Flystripa]

For en gangs skyld er vi skjønt enige når det gjelder navn! Det var ikke måte på pompøst og sukkersøtt og overdrevet da!

;p

Nesten så jeg ennå ikke kan gi slipp på mitt eget førstevalg når det gjelder navn til lilleschnuppa *uæææ*

Skal drive propaganda for neste generasjon *hehe*