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January 17: Username (Journaling)

328 words, and it's only a veeeerrrrrrryyyy short story of the whole story behind it.
I love the Idea of this Challenge. You probably wont love the story... I can tell you it ends quiet well ;-)



There is no easy way in telling this story. For understanding this, you need to know what happend before.
I didn't had an easy childhood at all. (I spare you the details), but when I was 18 I was able to go live on my own. What I think would be a great new start, really wasn't. I just didn't have to be brave anymore, so I started collapsing. At one time I didn't come out of bed for most of the days, and when finals came... I just totally freaked out. Depression and extreme anxiety of failure pulled me over the roof and resulted in falling 12 metres lower.
Even with all the pain who came with it, I felled relieved at first. It was a battle ofcourse (see the pictures, and that weren't even all the injuries). A one year stay in hospital followed. With lots of surgeries, therapy,...
After almost one year I got released out of hospital, so I had to live at home again.
3 weeks after I met my future husband. During weekdays I worked with children, in de weekends he made a 4 hour drive to pick me up, 4 hour drive to take me to his home and at the end of the weekend he did the same thing all over again. 2 Months later I gave up work, to go live with hem, far far away from everything.
Offcourse I was still a mess at that time and that was very visible in me always fidgeting. (A good translating would be FRUMMELEN), so he called me 'Frummeltje'. While laughing and making fun, you could Always see the fidgeting, the feeling not really at ease. During time Frummeltje became 'Frumpje' and he still calls me that.
So when life didn't stop, I tried living it again. That resulted in a family with my two sons.
Life will never be easy, but I have Sunshine in my soul again.... sometimes ;-)
 
I wasn't sure about this one at first but it was actually kind of fun to write about once I got going. Journaling is in the gallery (161 words). Thank you for the fun challenge:

 


268 words

Fruitysuet been my online persona since the beginning of time … well the beginning of my interaction with message boards. I can’t even remember the name of the first message board I joined but it was a very general and open board. I wanted something that reflected a bit of my personality as well as my real life name and was short, catchy and memorable.

From the outset I want to say that I love my given name – Suzanne. My dad wanted to name me Susan which was a really popular name at the time, my mum put her own little spin on it and went for Suzanne instead – thanks Mum! And I have always gone by that name. There is only one person that gets away with shortening it to Sue and that is my best and oldest friend Josephine (paradoxically I am the only person that uses her full name, she goes by Jo to everybody else).

Ooops, I’ve digressed … but the point is that I wouldn’t normally shorten my name to Sue but, really the Sue with my surname initial T made for a snappy suffix for an online id – SueT – now I just had to pick the prefix. I chose Fruity because, although I was now settled, married and a mum, somewhere deep inside there was still the shadow of the rather more risqué person I had been before.

So, there you have it – FruitySueT – but all lowercase for ease when typing – fruitysuet. And, yes, when I say it to myself I do pronounce it fruity suet as opposed to Fruity Sue T.
 
This one took me a while to decide what to do. My username here is boring, and quite positional/revealing. I don't really have any nicknames either. So I chose just to journal the story behind my name. This was really fun to do, though, once I figured out how to handle it. Thanks for the challenge!


Journaling word count: 215
Journaling:
When I was pregnant with each of my daughters, one of the tasks my husband and I took very seriously was deciding on their names. We wanted them to have names whose meanings encompassed several things——their heritage, the meaning behind the word, rhythm with their middle name, and a pleasing sound when said all together.

Growing up, I made a lot of assumptions about my own name. For many years, I assumed that my parents had named me Robin because one of my mother’s best friends was named “Roberta.” I thought I was named after her, and that my mom didn’t want it to be too obvious, so she just made it sound close.

Another assumption I made about my name was that, as the fourth of five daughters, I thought my parents chose a name that used my dad’s initials, (R. B. – my given name is Robin Beth), as they despaired of having a son to carry on the family name.

Having all these ideas about where my name came from swirling in my head, I eventually said something about it that had my mom shaking her head. She told me that neither of my thoughts about my name were true. So, I pressed her to tell me the story. This is the essence of the story she told me.

“It is true that when we went to the hospital to have you, we didn’t have a name chosen. However, you were born in January. That year, winter had been long, cold and snowy. On the day you were born, however, the sun was shining, the air warmed, and there was a hint of spring in the air. Robin came naturally to us as your name, as the day reminded us of spring.”
 


Credits: Storyteller Feb 2017 by just jaimee (the Lilypad); Nordland by lynn grieveson (The Lilypad); fonts: SNF Groundhog, pea jay
 
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Really not sure how to stretch this out to 150 words! No reason I was named what I am and no cool reason for my username! Do all the sentences have to make sense? LOL!
 


Word count Dutch: 199
Word count English translation: 193

Translation:
Berniek. My own name. And because it’s such a unique name, it’s the username I use basically everywhere online. Which is one of the conveniences with a name as mine. What is a pitty, is that many people think it’s a made up name. Or a combination of sorts. Online some people tend to call me Bernie, while that’s truly not my name. When I lived in Canda, a lot of people seemed to not understand how to say or write my name. During my first skiing lesson, I turned into B. Just be, because it was too difficult to write or say my real name. I was fine with it. Luckily in the Netherlands it isn’t a funny name. Unique yes, but also easy. Students or colleagues sometimes make it into something different, such as Bernice or Bernadieke. But oh well. A short while ago Corien told me she found out she had been saying my name wrong for two year, when Sanne corrected her. I am kinda used to people doing this, I react to anything with “ber” or “iek” in it. Sometimes anything with a B. lol. What a name.
 
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