Jane isn’t so plain

I definitely agree with the title of this post! How can a name with such an abundance of colourful and varied forms be plain?
I also feel like even if the name Jane itself is very popular and may feel a bit neutral or a filler for some, many women with this name are really original and interesting. I like Jane because it’s so classic, feminine, goes well with many other beautiful names, has something both simple and elegant in itself.
If I had to choose I’d rather say it’s Jean or Joan that are more plain and have less character on their own than Jane. I love Joanna but only the way we pronounce it in Poland (with a Y and double n). Janina is also nice, although I used to think about it as old-fashioned. I think it’s due for a come back, and has lovely nicknames, which I think Joanna doesn’t really, I like Joanna most in its full form.
I love the Celtic forms of Jane, especially Siwan and Sinead. English Janelle is also nice, as are some others.
I could also add that other forms of this name that are used over here are Żaneta, Żanna, and – already mentioned in the post – Jana, which is not a standard form in Poland in opposite to some other Slavic countries but there were 782 women in Poland with that name in 2017 and it can be also used as a nickname for Janina so you get to hear it occasionally.
What is your favourite form of Jane, guys? Do you think it’s plain?

Onomastics Outside the Box

U.S. reformer Jane Addams, 1860–1935

Jane, like its male counterpart John, is a timeless, universal mainstay. It’s the Middle English form of the Old French Jehanne, which in turn derives from the Latin Iohannes and Greek Ioannes, ultimately derived from the Hebrew Yochanan (God is  gracious).

The name was #98 in the U.S. in 1880, and stayed near the bottom of the Top 100 and just outside of it for the remainder of the 19th century. Jane went up and down until 1909, when it rose from #130 to #116. The name proceeded to jump up the charts to the Top 50, attaining its highest rank of #35 in 1946. Its last year in the Top 100 was 1965. In 2019, it was #291.

Jean, a Middle English variation of Jehanne, was common in Medieval Scotland and England, then fell from popularity till the 19th…

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A day of sleep.

Hhrrru? 😻

How are you pets and peeps doing? 🙂 Did you sleep well last night, whenever it was for you? I did, very well. I slept on Mila’s bed. I was very tired before going to sleep, I played a lot with a rubber band, running with it around the house and playing with peeps. I slept for many hours and woke up when already some of the peeps were up and having their breakfast. I had mine too. But I didn’t eat much today. I haven’t been feeling too well recently. That’s of course not a reason for me not to eat, but it is for my peeps. They’ve been very worried because I get sick a lot and throw up almost everything that I eat, even my Mish food and chicken breasts. But what can I do about it? It’s not my fault I guess, is it? SO why do they punish me for this?! They give me very little food and say that there are no treats at all, so I am wondering whether it’s true and they’re too lazy to drag all of their four legs out of the house and get me some or if they just don’t want to give them to me. Really, I should think about learning how to open the cupboards years ago, then I would know what the truth is, but I’m afraid I’m too old to master it now. But I also didn’t eat much today for another reason as well. It’s been a quiet day and all the peeps have been out for a large part of the day, so I just slept it through. It was very pleasant. I had so many beautiful dreams, with lots of chicken breasts, and Mish snacks, cans of tuna, Mish ice cream, kefir and all, everything smelled so heavenly! Just shows how obsessed with food I am, but I’m too obsessed to even care, I love my obsession, especially that, so far, it doesn’t even make me fat. And just dreaming of food will never make you fat, so that’s even better. I love such long, quiet days, when I can just go to sleep somewhere and sleep through long hours, just waking up for a second once in a long while to stretch or turn to the other side. Wonder what I’m gonna do at night, but if it’ll be boring and not much interesting food in sight, I can always go back to sleep.

So, how did you sleep last night? Any cool dreams? Let me know. 🙂

Misha 💜 💚 💙

Question of the day.

Hi guys! 🙂

Have you experienced any minor annoyances today?

My answer:

Well, the last couple of weeks hasn’t been particularly easy for me and I’ve had a lot of particularly low depression, and now a lot of anxiety. Overall I guess things aren’t bad, on the outside, so I can’t think of any external minor annoyances that would be major enough to actually mention them, but my brain is not very cooperative at all and all messed up, and I could say that’s what annoys me the most. Just every single thing stresses me out or I overthink it for what feels like ages and can’t stop it.

How about you? 🙂

Question of the day.

Hi guys! 🙂

This is my question for you today:

When was the first time you remember feeling really angry?

My answer:

I generally wasn’t the type of a child that would easily get angry, not in my very early years anyway, later it started to look a bit different, when I would bottle it all up and then my brain would suddenly throw it all out at once and I’d feel out of control, but when I was very small I remember I was actually wondering why people get so angry so often about everything, and how do they do it, like as if I didn’t even know how to be properly angry. 😀 Yet my very first childhood memory is all about anger. The first thing in my life that I remember is when Olek was born. I was 2 then, and some people tried to persuade me that children don’t remember things at that young age, but, well, turns out that I do, at least this one thing, maybe because of how intense it felt. Mum was in the hospital, and me and Dad came to visit her. I remember clearly when we came in to the hospital and then we were in a very creaky lift and I was a bit scared because I felt dizzy in it. Mum was on her own in the hospital room and we were both very happy to see each other. Olek, like me and Zofijka, was born through C-section, and she showed me her belly, and I saw the wound and all, it looked horrid, and I remember she had a big needle close to her tummy, I don’t even know what it was for, but, at least then, it looked huge to me and it was all just awful, and I was feeling absolutely, seriously mad at that horrible creature who did that to her, I think good for him that he wasn’t there. I was mad at him for hurting my Mummy, and for taking her away from me. I don’t remember anymore of that, but when me and Olek were kids, we weren’t really like typical siblings – yes we played a bit with each other, and yes we argued like all siblings, especially sisters and brothers do, but I didn’t really like him at all, and I didn’t feel anything positive towards him, I was indifferent to him at best. – And, while I don’t remember those things, my parents recall that I would often come over to him and start to beat him with something, or wouldn’t let him play with me or with my things, or wouldn’t talk to him etc. I was real nasty to him. And we still don’t really have much of a relationship at all, which kinda sucks, and is definitely weird, and we both feel pretty awkward around each other and mostly only talk casually. But I no longer beat him, I’d be afraid to do that as he’s at least 30 cm taller than me. 😀 And it’s not that we don’t like each other now, just don’t have a close bond I guess. But while it seems slightly weird, especially given that I have a much more strong bond with Zofijka who is 10 years younger than me, I guess not all siblings have to have a great relationship.

How about you? 🙂

Question of the day.

Hi people. 🙂

Here’s my question for you:

What was the name of your first pet?

My answer:

Hm… It’s kinda difficult to think what my first pet actually was. As I’ve written some time earlier this year, my whole life we’ve always had lots of animals around. I guess there never was a time that we wouldn’t have aquarium fishes for example, though those have never had names. The first dog I remember we had when I was a very little child was called Ugryź (which means Bite), he was a rotweiler and was really protective of us but not really quite as aggressive as his name would suggest, not as far as I know. At the same time we also had two other dogs that were theoretically my uncle’s, one was named Mona, and the other was Lisa, and they were both mad and scary and everyone was scared of them. But I didn’t have any special bond with Ugryź,, even though I liked him, and of course definitely not with Mona and Lisa. The first dog we had that I actually really had some bond with was Figa (Fig), but I also don’t know if I’d call her specifically my pet. She lived on the backyard, where my immediate family, as well as my grandparents and Mum’s sisters with her families lived, so Figa was all of our families’ dog, and at that time I was mostly at the boarding school so didn’t hang out with her very very much. The first pet that lived with us in the house was Kiki – he was a mixed-bred cat whom our grandma got from one of her clients who couldn’t keep him anymore, so my Mum took him. Kiki was a lovely and loyal cat, but I don’t even remember much of him, other than he liked to sleep at my Dad’s feet, even though my Dad hated him, and that he was very much afraid of the outside world, even looking out of the window was scary for him, and that I closed him on the terrace for the whole night and there was snow there, it wasn’t on purpose of course. 😀 I can also remember Zofijka dancing around the kitchen with Kiki in her arms, holding him by the neck. 😀 And that would be about everything. He was nice, but I wasn’t bonded with him at all, and was mostly at school when he was with us. So, my first proper pet, that I can call mine, even though there have been pets in my life all the time, is Misha. And I am so very happy I have him. 🙂

How about your first pet? 🙂

Question of the day.

Hi guys! 🙂

Today my question for you is:

When was the first time you drove a car?

My answer:

I could say that I come from a family of drivers. My Dad is a professional driver, he’s a tanker driver and delivers fuel, and he’s very interested in all things automotive and has always been. Same is with Olek, he would also like to be a tanker driver like Dad but he ended up being a car mechanic, well at least for now. My Mum was very much afraid of driving until she met Dad and got her driver’s licence, and then she simply couldn’t be afraid of driving anymore because otherwise their relationship wouldn’t last too long. 😀 She had to drive Dad to and from work, and he definitely expected her to do that, she still has to actually, and I suppose he just couldn’t live with someone that would be ignorant about such obvious things like driving a car. My Mum though is not the kind of sweet little woman who needs and wants to be taken care of and prefers to be autonomous, so she is very glad that she got rid of her fear of driving and she is a very good driver and knows a lot about cars and such. There have been also many other situations in our family that woould have been much much more difficult, if not impossible to manage if Mum wouldn’t be able to drive. When Mum was pregnant with Zofijka, she was joking that she will definitely give birth to a driver, because she was driving so much at the time and spending lots of time in the car. While it’s too early to say anything for sure, it’s kinda hard to imagine for me now that Zofijka, as autonomous and no-nonsense as she is could not drive. She already has a very good idea about it for a girl her age, and likes to criticise daft drivers and comment on how everyone on the road is driving and such. And that’s probably why, even though I am blind, I ended up driving once. As a little kid, I would often sit on my Dad’s or grandad’s lap on the driver’s seat and they would show me very basically how you drive, or we would drive short distances together with Dad or I would sit in the front seat in grandad’s car while he’d drive and I’d change the gears for him when he told me to, as he taught me how to do that. Not that I was equally interested in all that stuff as my Dad or Olek, I wasn’t at all, but that was just kinda funny. But the actual situation where I actually ended up driving on my own happened in the morning after my 18th birthday. My online friend – Jacek from Helsinki – who was back then still Jacek from Silesia – came to save me because my Mum was doing a really big birthday party for me. It was his idea, but I was scared of all the socialising and stuff, so I was happy that at least I would have Jacek there, he was really good at chatting to people and would shift all the attention from me to his very eccentric self. So, the morning after the party, we were going to a couple places in Jacek’s car before he had to go, I was sitting beside him, we had Zofijka on the back seat too, and I don’t even remember now how but somehow we ended up talking about driving, driver’s licences and such. And then when we were already on our backyard, crazy Jacek came up with a crazy idea that he’ll show me how to drive. I was a real chicken and didn’t want to, but finally we decided to go with that. As I said I had already some idea about driving from what my Dad and grandad taught me, and Jacek was assisting me and giving me instructions. It was very funny and a lot of adrenaline, but I was also terribly scared. We were on our backyard, and Jacek was telling me what to do so it was (relatively) safe but I was freaking out that something scary will happen. Thankfully it was OK and Jacek and Zofijka said I drove pretty well so I guess that must be genes. 😀 And my family were shocked seeing me drive. Jacek even recorded a video of that and I guess I still have it somewhere. 😀

So, when was your first time driving? 🙂