I'm not sure how to begin, so I'll just spit it out.
My twin sister Candace and her husband Bill have totally lost their minds.
Let me just back track for a bit.
When we were growing up, we promised (crossed-our-hearts-and-hope-to-die kind of thing) we would each name our first born girls after each other.
Okay, so then I had my first girl, named her Candace, Candy for short. My sister was delighted, and Jerry, my husband, didn't care one way or another.
Now I got to admit; Candace is probably my least favorite name, and Candy's a bit smarmy, but a promise is a promise, and doubly so when the promise has been made to a twin who also happens to be identical.
Still, Candy, now five, doesn't seem to mind her name, though when she hits her teens, she may decide to assume her Candace persona or go with her middle name Erika. For now, she likes the story about how her Aunt Candace has given away her name and how I'll give my name to her future cousin.
My philosophy: if you give a kid a strange name, always offer an "out"--saves you a lot of grief down the road.
Our hippie parents nearly named me "Ariana Infinity" and my sister "Infinity Ariana," but our grandmother came to the rescue and pounded some sense into their Patchouli heads. Whew! Missed a big-time bullet there.
Anyhow, Bill and Candace kept popping boys: Bill, Jr., Jason, and Chris.
"We're trying one more time for a girl, but if it's a boy, that's it," Candace emailed me about five months ago. "Time to wind down the old biological clock; we'll just have to settle for four boys, and I'll love 'em all just the same."
I was disappointed, of course, but I certainly could understand why Candace would want to hang up the old fiddle and bow, at least for curtailing the flow of children. Jerry and I were lucky and have a boy and a girl; I probably would have stopped at two anyway. I'm not as maternal as my twin--she inherited more of that gene than I did.
Last month, Candace, who lives in the great Northwest, emailed the news: "I'm preggers!"
I didn't know whether to jump up and down for joy or feel a sickening dread at the probability of yet another nephew. Don't get me wrong; I adore my nephews, but I wanted to get what was due me: a niece named "Jennifer," nickname "Jenny" or "Jen." So I decided to refrain from celebrating until after Candace's ultrasound.
Now to the present:
Today I get this long-awaited email from Candace, along with the ultrasound (that's not a penis, by the way--just a "bud" that all fetuses have at this stage of development):
"It's a girl!"
Woo, Hoo! I wanted to dance in the streets and shout out "Jennifer's coming! Jennifer's coming! Did you hear the news? Jennifer's due to arrive in four months, and I'm going to be there."
But then I reread the entire email:
Dear Jen-Jen:
It's a girl!
We're absolutely thrilled as I know you are too!
Oh, I so want you and Jerry and the kids to be here when Jenny arrives (but only you and Bill can be in the delivery room, please).
Just one little thing I need to discuss with you.
Bill and I agree that Jenny will bear your name--that is a rock-solid promise that I made to you when we were growing up. And Bill has known from the start that our baby girl would be called "Jenny." It was practically etched into our marriage license.
Here's the thing, though.
As you know, geeky Bill insisted that we register first/last name dot-com domains for all our boys. Given that we have a fairly unusual last name, it was not a problem for the boys. We simply registered two domain names for each child: one with their middle initials and one without.
But with Jenny, we got to thinking about how her last name might change after she gets married, making her first/last name domain practically irrelevant. Now before you go all feminist on me, I just want to remind you that neither of us kept our maiden names, so I have no reason to believe that Jenny will either.
If she does, no foul.
I suggested to Bill that we simply register Jennifer.com for Jenny--that way it wouldn't matter if Jenny changed her name or not.
Bill just laughed. "That train left the station years ago," he said. "You're looking at a $xx,xxx (maybe more) domain name."
Jennifer, I was shocked; I knew Bill was involved with domain names somehow, but I never realized how lucrative it could be. Even so, no way could we afford to pay that kind of money for eight letters plus a dot-com.
Has the world gone domain name crazy?
I asked, "What about dot-net or dot-org?"
"Gone and gone. The other major TLD's are history as well."
A TLD, Bill explained, is a Top Level Domain (dot-com, dot-net, dot-org, dot-biz, dot-info, dot-us, dot-tv, dot-mobi) and there are hundreds of them, but most of them would be unrecognizable to the average web user. "Really," he said, "The kids will need the dot-com version of their names; otherwise, they'll slide into a cyber vortex."
Whatever. I still don't get all this domain stuff, but Bill's the expert...
So we looked at different ways of spelling Jennifer, all of them gone as well.
Why did grandma talk Mom and Pop into naming you Jennifer? Maybe you would have been better off being named "Ariana Infinity"--that way we might have had a prayer...
Bill went over to some web site called Domain Tools and ran "Jennifer" through something called a "Typo-generator" but with little luck. Gone, gone, and gone.
I wanted to keep the spelling as close as possible to "Jennifer."
He said, "Well, good luck with that one."
"Maybe you could offer to buy Jenifer.com, Jeniffer.com, or Jenniffer.com from their current owners," I said.
"Those domains would be out of reach too; I'm trying to build my business, not break it." Bill paused and sighed. "Maybe "Jennifer" isn't such a good name after all. I'm sure Jennifer would understand..."
"She would never forgive me..."
"I was afraid of that..."
I asked Bill how to register for a domain, that I would keep trying until I hit on a good compromise.
He showed how it's done, and I got to work:
Jen....com: Gone!
Jen....com: Gone!
Jen....com: Gone!
Jen....com: Gone!
(I even tried some names twice, just in case their owners changed their minds in the interim and decided to give a poor family a crack at a decent Jennifer dot-com name.)
Jennifir.com: Gone!
Jennifyr.com: Gone!
Jenniferr.com: Gone!
Jennifr.com: Gone!
How can anyone STAND this ridiculous domain business?
Jennifur.com: AVAILABLE!
Damn...Huh?
Did I just see AVAILABLE?
Hooray!
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! (Hurry, Hurry, Hurry before someone else grabs it--I felt an odd rush.....): Name; Credit Card Number; Expiration Date (Month, Year); (Why is this computer so damn slow?); Verification... Huh? What's that? One of those capcha thingys (Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!)
TAP!!!! BINGO! All ours!
As I pulled the receipt from the computer, Bill scowled. "I don't like it," he said. "It sounds like a porno name. We might as well name her JenniBeaver.com. Maybe we should throw it back..."
"Oh, get your mind out of the gutter and over yourself." I scrunched the receipt to my heart. "The pronounciation is the same, and it's only one letter off. That's what counts."
Though I must admit that he had a point. That "fur" business might prove to be a bit problematic once Jenny hits middle school. I might have preferred something like Jennifir.com, but then again, if she's tall (like Bill), they might call her JenniTree.com.
It's always something.
Well, whether Bill likes it or not, it's settled. We will spell Jenny's name as Jennifur and allow the future to fall where it may. Besides, it will be up to Jennifur herself to make or break her name.
It's a compromise, Jen-Jen, a way to keep my promise made to you and yet lead our baby girl (gurl?) into the cyber future.
Please understand, sis.
Call me tonight
Love, Can-Can
I'm not sure what to say: Jenn-i-fur?
It doesn't quite feel like my name, and yet, like Candace said, it sounds right: Jennifur.com.
I just hope Can-Can and Bill choose a sensible middle name, like Lee or Lynn--you know, an "out." Just in case...
Look, I have lived my entire life without owning a domain name, and my daughter and husband don't own one either...
I break into a sweat and crank up my computer...
Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
Canda...com: Gone!
Candi...com: Gone!
Cand...com: Gone!
Cand...com: Gone!
Cand...com: Gone!
Cand...com: Gone!
Cand...com: Available!
Bingo!
Is it too late to change Candy's birth certificate?
(The nesting twins in the last ultrasound, Junnifer on the left, Jennifur on the right).
