VINAIGRETTE

The thing about names is that it means everything when you remember. I'm terrible with names unless I give someone a nickname on top of their real name. Amazing how the brain remembers things when you give it more to remember. Oh, what's his name? It's on the tip of my tongue....ahhh! I can't remember. I'm sure it'll come to me in the middle of the night. Of course it will. When I don't need it.
People tend to remember my name very well. Even if I cannot remember theirs. Why is this?! It really bugs me sometimes. I can remember everything about you: how I felt the moment we met, I even saw an angel light upon your shoulder, there was a car wreck behind you, a bird flew overhead, the sky was blue, it was sunny, the clock on the church tower chimed, I wore my rain boots, you were eating a granola bar...but I can't remember your name. Sorry. Eh, yeah.
My name is unusual in that my Mother liked the name Ruth Ann, and my Father liked the name Angela. So they came up with a compromise of sorts and here I am: Ruth-Angela!
The hyphen can be such an issue with people. DMV for example has alll kinds of computers that do not utilize the hyphen. My drivers license runs my name all together like some kind of rare disease: ruthangela. ruh-thang-ella
I hope to have a daughter one day and I entertain the thought that I will give her a name like no other! I was eating a fabulous salad that I made the other day with Trader Joe's Balsamic Vinaigrette Dressing. I thought what if I had a daughter and named her Vinaigrette? This totally beats my original plan to name her Allegra!