Friday, January 18, 2008

Yeremiah was a Bullfrog

Around the supper table not too long ago, we were discussing the pronunciation of names. Last week, Sol brought over some friends, and when the guy introduced himself, he said,

"My name is Lewis."

So I called him Lewis.

Later in our conversation, it came out that his name is actually Luis, pronounced Loo-ees. Why, I asked, would he introduce himself as Lewis when his name was actually Luis? To make it easier on the people he met, he opted to go with a more Americanized pronunciation. Nice.

My own mother-in-law, God rest her soul, was very particular about how her name was pronounced. Her name was spelled Elise, but pronounced Uhleeze. Best not to forget that one.

In the deep south, my name is pronounced either Say-rah, Say-uh-ruh, or Ser-uh. In Mexico, it's more like Sah-dah.

So then Joy pipes in, and says that when she is in Mexico,

"My name is Yoy."

By the way, this is the third time I've changed the background and shirt on this painting of Yoy.

Yoy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, Yoy to you and me!

4 comments:

Missy @ It's Almost Naptime said...

BOO BACK!!

love your blog!!

Missy @ It's Almost Naptime said...

I mean your yog ;)

marylamb said...

i like "yoy". it is cute.
ps. i have a forming bunion. cannot run the marathon. saddness. i should come to htown soon i think.

Joan said...

Sarah, this portrait is outstanding! I love it just the way it is.
Joan