What's In A Name?

Ok, time for a little factoid. I had a reader wonder (hey, I have a reader!) what's up with my name. Ok, it was Amy over at Heartfelt Greetings doing the wondering. Alrighty, let's get this out of the way.

First, lemme just say I was born in the 70's. Like, the picture over there doesn't give that away. My daughter finds my accessories to be painfully hilarious. I'm sorry, we didn't have scrunchies waaaay back then. And I like my hair ribbons, big as they are, thank you very much.

Here comes the painful part. When my parents were trying to come up with a name for me, my mother thought something different would be fun. A kick, if you will. This is a woman who legally changed her first name as an adult because she hated her "different" name so much. If I or my brother so much as utter it, we get "the look". You know, the Mom Death Ray Look. Yeah, it's not pretty. So my parents started brainstorming, and when it came down to it, they had to choose between Mentoria and, I'm guessing on the spelling here, Frizzetta. I know, right? Look at that picture. Could you imagine that poor child being strapped with the name Frizzetta? Not to offend anyone out there who may actually have that name, but come on. Ok, so where would they have gotten Mentoria? Well, my dad had a friend (I believe from high school, but totally not his girlfriend *nod, nod, wink, wink*) with that name. And my mom, being possibly the most open minded person in the world, thought, hmmm, that sounds nice. Alright, now you want to know what it means. Supposedly, it's Seminole Indian for Princess. Yeah, that's fun. Little did they know, I would go pretty much my whole life with people calling me Victoria. Which is why I now go by Mint, which most people can pronounce and remember.