i really like this one particular story about my father. it's so funny and a bit insane at the same time. crazy i tell ya! lmao. after i was born, my mother named me Lisa. after Elvis Presley's daughter she says *L* when she was released, she went home and told him what she named me. he got upset. he wanted me named Theresa, after his mother. he demanded that she go back to the hospital and have it changed. my mummy tried telling him that i was already registered and that it was too late to change it. finally, he told her that he was going over to the hospital himself and have it changed (he left). i reckon, he went stormin' to the hospital with the intend to change my name *L* an' guess what? he did! can you imagine the shock of the nurses, the doctors and *gasp* the patients!? lol (okay, tryin' to be dramatic here) a big loud, possibly drunk, injun coming down the hall yelling, cursing, and not givin' a shyt. lmao. i am very surprised he was not arrested, well, not that i know of :D
i applied for my birth certificate back when i was a teeny. it came back reading Theresa Anne Morrisseau, not Lisa Anne Morrisseau *L* i showed my mother and asked her "what the hey?" "why, is this name on here?" she was thinking for a bit and then laughed. she told me, "gid-da-da shaa" (in other words, your dad's doing lol) she then told me the story. i was like reaLLY? we've been using Lisa all along. my dad didn't even let her know that he got my name changed. lmao. it's cool being named after Elvis' daughter tho...and not the Mona Lisa *L* ;D
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