| HL is one of the oddest consonant clusters to start any name or word with; hlots of us hlive with it. |
Hlumps
There's always someone making nasty with the HL thing.
This page is for all the people who have caused grief
to those of us with HL names. The bums.
A picture's worth a thousand words! If you have any
similar stories I would greatly appreciate hearing from you.
I do sometimes just get so mad at the people who tell
me "you spelled your name wrong." I mean really!
"I guess I've been spelling it wrong for 40 years," I tell
them.
And here's a little story about that:
I should have realized the troubles I would have
throughout my life the day when I was six years old and the
nun at Catechism School told me that I spelled my name
wrong. She insisted so strongly I was wrong. "Those two
letter just can't go together," was her mantra. And just as
strongly I insisted that I was right. She sent me home with a
note to my mom about this "problem" that I had. "Please
teach your son how to spell his last name," it probably
said. (Unfortunately, that's one note my mom didn't save.)
My mom had to have a little chat with the nun about this
issue. She went up to the school and told the nun the facts
and said, "leave my kid alone."
Over the past 40 years there's been so many more
instances of this sort of nonsense.
There's always someone making nasty with the HL thing.
This page is for all the people who have caused grief
to those of us with HL names. The bums.
A picture's worth a thousand words! If you have any
similar stories I would greatly appreciate hearing from you.
I do sometimes just get so mad at the people who tell
me "you spelled your name wrong." I mean really!
"I guess I've been spelling it wrong for 40 years," I tell
them.
And here's a little story about that:
I should have realized the troubles I would have
throughout my life the day when I was six years old and the
nun at Catechism School told me that I spelled my name
wrong. She insisted so strongly I was wrong. "Those two
letter just can't go together," was her mantra. And just as
strongly I insisted that I was right. She sent me home with a
note to my mom about this "problem" that I had. "Please
teach your son how to spell his last name," it probably
said. (Unfortunately, that's one note my mom didn't save.)
My mom had to have a little chat with the nun about this
issue. She went up to the school and told the nun the facts
and said, "leave my kid alone."
Over the past 40 years there's been so many more
instances of this sort of nonsense.
