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And He Shalled Be Named......

The Captain, But That's Not What He Was Named For (TCBTNWHWNF)

That took way too long to type out;
no acronym for him. When my
husband was a baby, my mother
in law introduced him to her
Gramma and when told what his
name was, the dear woman said,
"That's ok, he can change it when
he grows up".
Take a moment for yourselves.
Did you feel the warm fuzzies?
I know I did.

His name is Kirk. Like the Captain, but that's not what he was named for. I always get Curt or Kurt? No, the two Curts I know are my dad and my cousin's husband and the only Kurt I know (personally - I just thought of Kurt Warner) is my friend's husband. He is named Kirk. Two Ks. Juuuuuuuuuuust like the Captain though to my knowledge he has not had to deal with Tribbles.He hasn't worn a shirt that shade of pea soup poop green either. Unless his mom has photos and if she does, they are so going on here. He is a huge Trekkie though. Not an interesting story, I know, but I had to give the man a blogging name.

Now if I could figure one out for me......


Les Becker said…
I'm not so much into the "old" Captain... Can I refer to him as "Jean-Luc"? Please?
graymama said…
I had a trekkie friend who legally changed his name to Kirk. Your husband was lucky enough to be born with that name.

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