Friday, July 15, 2005

Friday's Feast

This is something I will try to do every Friday. It looks like lots of fun (you can do it too!) and it helps bloggers get to know one another better.

Feast Fifty-Five / Friday, July 15, 2005


What is your middle name? Would you change any of your names if you could? If so, what would you like to be called?

My middle name is Denyse (ask me again and I'll tell you the same). The interesting thing about it -- and this ties into the second question and I guess will go ahead and cover the third -- is that I was not given a middle name when I was born. But because both of my brothers were, and then my sister acquired one when we became naturalized citizens (you have to be at least eighteen; I was thirteen) I just had to have one. Almost six months to the day after I turned eighteen, my dad took me to the local courthouse where I went before a judge and represented myself in order to officially get this middle name. He asked me if I'd been convicted of a felony or if I owed someone money, and of course I said no. Then he made a statement like, "I hereby declare that your name will be..." and said my whole name, with the Denyse in there. He stamped it, signed it, sealed it with a kiss -- no wait, not that last part -- and $140 later I had a middle name! Now, in case you're wondering, you can pretty much call yourself any name you want. I could have just said my name was Tracey Denyse, but I wanted it official. I wanted it on licenses and documents. People ask why I didn't pick a more unique name since I could pick anything. It really came down to the fact that, when I was thirteen and we didn't yet know the naturalization rule about being at least eighteen to change your name, I had pored over a big book -- I think it was a Who's Who, actually! -- and found Denise. I thought it flowed very well with my first name. But when it came time to really make it official, I thought I'd change the i to a y just to give it that little touch of uniqueness. I thought the y looked prettier for some reason. I still like it.


If you were a fashion designer, which fabrics, colors, and styles would you probably use the most?

Oh, this one won't be good. I don't think I'm that great at fashion, really. I always seem to be drawn to rayon dresses, though. Don't know why. This past year I have started to break out of my browns and blacks and wear a little color (Casey remarked one day, "I like you in color!"). Now I love pinks most of all, but I like dark blues and rich greens. And I love white t-shirts. Yes, there it is! If I was a designer, everything would be made with white t-shirts. Told you I wasn't good at this.


What is your least favorite chore, and why?

Going grocery shopping. I whine and complain about it almost every time, while Casey isn't bothered by it much at all. I think I don't like it because I tend to look at things all at one time instead of in little pieces (like I should), and so all I can see is this huge monstrous thing that we have to do that involves printing out the list (we keep a master list on the computer -- thanks
Shellie!), then getting the stuff, then packing it into the car, then unloading the car, then...putting it all away. Now let me say at this point that I know I should not be complaining about this. I am merely answering the question. The fact that we have money to buy food is something I am very grateful for, because so many can't say they have that. Just wanted to add that in before people start throwing things at me!

Main Course

What is something that really frightens you, and can you trace it back to an event in your life?

Ha! My brother and I just had an e-conversation about this the other day! I am very easily frightened by a sudden scare, like someone jumping out from behind something, even if it's just for fun. I warned Casey very early on to never scare me. One time he accidentally scared me and I started crying! I know, that seems strange, but that was my reaction. And I don't cry very easily either. Anyway, it all kind of goes back to my brother and his fondness for, well, jumping out and scaring me. I think he even used to jump off the fridge and onto our older brother and sister when he was smaller. He liked to climb up high and jump off of he skydives. The scaring was so frequent, and shook me quite a bit I guess, that even in high school I would ask my mom to go upstairs ahead of me so that when I went up there he wouldn't be waiting to scare me. And let me point out -- and he and I talked about this -- that he wasn't doing this in a malicious way at all. My brother is such a fun-loving person that to him this was just a lot of fun. He just didn't know that it wasn't my kind of fun. I look at it now and laugh, and I probably laughed a bit then, but it was just that initial jolt of fright that I got which I did not want to experience.


Where are you sitting right now? Name 3 things you can see at this moment.

I have two desks: the regular desk and the computer desk. I'm at the computer desk right now -- okay, always. I see my trusty silver travel mug, my checkbook and two notepad doodles taped above my desk given to me by my nieces last year. One says, "Ant Trasey."


Sarah said...

Love the story behind your middle name, love white t-shirts too, and I promise never to scare you! :)

tracey said...

Thanks! =)

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