Cachinnatees, recently we talked about my professional name. I haven't actually done anything about it yet, but I still think that there's a lot of comic potential there.
I don't believe I've ever gone into the origin of my name though. There are no other Scotts in my family, so it wasn't passed down to me or anything. No, as I understand it the story goes something like this:
My parents were conflicted. They had a few possible names on the table, but weren't sold on any of them. So they decided to wait until I was born to see what I looked like and then name me accordingly. Since I was born with red hair, they decided I looked like a Scott.
I thank God every day for that red hair. Had nothing more remarkable stood out, I suppose I could have ended up being named Mucus-Covered Blob.
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And to see what the name has done to your psyche, see photo below.
Posted on 8/12/2007
Mucous covered blob. That's a good one. The only person I've ever met who could rival your mom for interesting ideas was a friend's mom who named her kid Wad. He was a wad of joy, a wad of love and cost a wad of money, a wad of time. Be glad your names Scott... and that your parents are more sane than my friend's parents.
Posted on 8/13/2007
Ha! How the heck are you Cach?
Posted on 8/13/2007
My daughter was born with red hair. But we didn't name her "scott." Although it'd be a cute nickname.
Posted on 8/14/2007