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October 19, 2005
And none of the Flintstone-Rubbles were in the DAR.
Me: Hi Dad!
Dad: Hi there! Where are you?
Me: I'm on my cellphone, waiting for the bus.
Dad: Well, don't talk to strangers. So. Have you ever met anyone named Wilma? A real person named Wilma?
Me: No...?
Dad: The only person named Wilma is that Flintstones woman. Or was she the other one?
This is where my mom, who is in the other room but can hear half my dad's conversation, starts hollering in the background about the annotated family tree of the Flintstones and Rubbles, and where I also do THE EXACT SAME THING.
Me: The other one is Betty, wife of Barney, of the family Rubble!
My mom (hollering in backgound): Betty! The other woman was Betty Rubble! Her husband is Barney Rubble! The Rubble Family!!
Me: (getting louder) OH YEAH well, Wilma Flintstone is wife of Fred Flintstone and they had one daughter, Pebbles Flintstone!
Dad: Pebbles, huh? (I believe he said this to flame the competitive fire among the womenfolk, who now think they are on Jeopardy, and Dad is apparently Alex Trebek, and if we just yell the answers LOUDER at the teevee/dad, we will WIN WIN WIN.)
My mom (in background): PEBBLES! That's the daughter! And the son of Barney and Betty is...
Me: Bam Bam!!
Mom: Bam Bam!!
My Dad: Ya'll are crazy.
Me: Yeah well I can beat all ya'll! The dog's name was DINO!!
(pause)
Me: Dad, how is it that I know the entire geneology of the Flintstones and their neighbors but I do not remember what I had for breakfast this morning?
Dad: It's a cruel trick of age.
My mom (in background): And they had a dog!!! Dino!!
So, ya'll know, just keep my parents in mind this weekend when Wilma Flintstone is visiting their house. The mother and father of The Family Crazy live right on the water, just north of Tampa.
And I really never have met anyone in real life named Wilma, so I wonder if the fine folks at the Department Of Naming Hurricanes were just perpetrating a little tomfoolery at the bottom of the list?
"Hey, George, we'll never make it all the way down to the W name, so let's go buckwild crazy on this one!"
"Sure, Bob, let's name it ... WootWoot! Or Waterloo! Or Willy Wonka!"
"How about Wilma? Like that hot chick on the Flintstones!"
"That was Betty!"
"No, it was Wilma! Wilma Flintstone! Wife of Fred, mother of Pebbles..."
Posted by laurie at October 19, 2005 10:52 AM
Comments
I'm first! WootWoot! Didn't the Rubbles also have a Saber-toothed Tiger? But I don't remember its name. I DO remember, however, that Wilma knit with bones...
Posted by: Petra at October 19, 2005 10:58 AM
i hate to say this, but my grandmother was a Wilma. And she was not very friendly. Um, she was kind of mean, actually. She swung people around by their ponytails. Maybe this Wilma will do that also. I hope not, it wasn't very fun, even though it sounds like it might be.
Posted by: holly at October 19, 2005 10:59 AM
I have only known one Wilma in my lifetime. She was pretty nice.
Posted by: introvert at October 19, 2005 11:07 AM
My grandma's name was Wilma, too. She didn't swing anyone around by their ponytails, though. She was actually pretty nice, and a crazy hard worker. She had 10 kids... and no laundry machine. Think about that.
Posted by: Zarah at October 19, 2005 11:08 AM
One of the ladies who taught me to quilt years ago was named Wilma. (Actually, I suppose she still IS named Wilma. I haven't heard anything about her changing her name to WootWoot or Waterloo.)
Posted by: DebR at October 19, 2005 11:10 AM
My partner said just this morning that if we get to X, he's betting on Xena.
Hope your folks are fine.
Posted by: JoVE at October 19, 2005 11:13 AM
I was at a 7 a.m. (!!!) meeting for work this morning. The lady across the table from me is named Wilma. There ya go.
Posted by: Barbara at October 19, 2005 11:14 AM
My grandma's name was Wilma :)
And I thought Dino was a dinosaur???
Posted by: Beth at October 19, 2005 11:15 AM
My dad looks like Fred Flintstone! And I thought only the women in my family always have to have a comversation through the person actually on the phone with the person on the other end, my boyfriend does not love this trait.
Posted by: Darcy at October 19, 2005 11:16 AM
LMAO - I can so see your parents having this conversation.
Look at my blog - I went all crazy today and added pics!
PS - Do they sell any Weather related voodoo items at your store?
Posted by: Crystal at October 19, 2005 11:20 AM
Hah! We know a Wilma (shares with Mom) and she totally enjoying "her" 15 minutes of fame...or WAS until she started calling me every 15 minutes to find out if she should evacuate. If your folks are just north of Tampa they should be fine. I'm about 60 miles south of Tampa and we are NOT OUT OF THE WOODS YET. That's what they say. The storm is so far away, no one is sure where the woods will even be yet. But we may be there yet. If I have no power, and can't read Aunt Purl...It's too horrible to think about.
Posted by: Tracy at October 19, 2005 11:26 AM
Seems like Wilma is a popular grandma name because that is my Grandma's name too!
Posted by: Michele at October 19, 2005 11:29 AM
Just a little bit of trivia/info - there won't be an X name b/c they only name "X" # of storms using certain letters yadda yadda yadda.. if we have any more storms, they're going to switch over to the greek alphabet. so if there's another storm, it will be 'Alpha'.
my daughter's former daycare director is a Wilma. She's a grandmother.
who pissed off mother nature? come on, fess up.
Posted by: southernwench at October 19, 2005 11:44 AM
Are you sure that we're not related? I swear I have the same conversations with my parents.
Only other Wilma I can think of is Wilma Rudolph.
Tanya
Posted by: Tanya at October 19, 2005 11:50 AM
My mom's best friend from nursing school is named Wilma. I know her as Aunt Wilma. She would be closer to mom age than grandmother age.
Posted by: kathleen at October 19, 2005 11:53 AM
I work with a woman named Wilma, she's the calendar editor at the newspaper (www.sptimes.com) ... she puts together the Weekend section .. Wilma Norton .. you can email her at Wilma@sptimes.com if you want to say hellow ...
... and hey, Purl, I know your dad! I had no idea my former supreme boss was, well, odd ..
-- Chase
Posted by: Hurricane Chase at October 19, 2005 11:57 AM
My SO's stepmother is a Wilma - she is an amazing knitter, whenever we go down to Baltimore to visit the 2 of us just sit around and talk yarn.
Posted by: Colette at October 19, 2005 12:25 PM
I know a Wilma. She's the wife of one of my dad's friends.
Posted by: Emy at October 19, 2005 12:28 PM
Mmmmm. Brontosaurus burgers!
Sending good thoughts to the Purl Family and all Floridians. Back off Wilma!
Posted by: Darcy at October 19, 2005 12:31 PM
Wilma is the woman at my work who will not shut the f up in meetings, making them take forever, and turns everything into something about HER.
BAM BAM. BAM BAM BAM!!! BAM BAM BAM!!!
Posted by: rb at October 19, 2005 12:40 PM
and then there is wilma rudolph...
wasn't dino a dinosaur
plus? fun stuffs...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Flintstones
http://i-flintstones.tripod.com/trivia.htm
that's it. i'm all flintstoned out. *falls over*
Posted by: robiewankenobie at October 19, 2005 12:41 PM
My Grandmother had an Aunt Wilma. I remember being to excited to meet her when I was little because I figured she'd be just like Wilma Flintstone. She wasn't (no gigantic stone necklace or flaming red hair), but she was still pretty nice.
Posted by: Mel at October 19, 2005 12:46 PM
They must have been trying the power of positive thinking - "Let's name the storm after a totally benign sweet cartoon mom that would never hurt you!"
Except they forgot that Wilma did give Fred the evil eye & tug him home from the bowling alley by his ear a lot. So all Fred's should probably really watch out for this one.(Even though I'm being silly, I'm really praying for your family & everybody down there). Wasn't Fred's boss Mr. Slade? And how come I can remember that & not where the hell I left my ATM card now?!?
Posted by: Tinker at October 19, 2005 12:52 PM
My friend Wilma's husband Michael is dying. It's really sad. He is one of the nicest people.
Yesterday he had radiation injected into his liver (not sure if that's the proper way to put it, but it's what I understand).
*sigh*
Posted by: rayleen at October 19, 2005 12:53 PM
I had a car named Wilma, does that count? She was a 1976 For LTD station wagon. A most excellent college car in 1986. This darn hurricane is ruining all my fond memories of her.
Posted by: Kat at October 19, 2005 01:04 PM
The sabre-toothed tiger was another pet of The Flintstones. Remember it throws Fred out the door and locks him out during the credits? And how come Dino originally spoke when he followed Fred and the gang back from a camping trip but he didn't after that?
The Rubbles had 'Hoppy' the Hopperoo. It looked like a green kangaroo and they bought it for Bam-Bam.
I really shouldn't know all this...
Posted by: Dan at October 19, 2005 01:05 PM
My step-MIl is a Wilma. She is very religous yet spiteful. Let's hope the storm is more mellow :)
Been lurking here for a while. It's great fun reading your posts.
I have a matching hat to your Noro scarf.
Posted by: Jan at October 19, 2005 01:06 PM
I had a friend named Wilma back in Colorado. She was super sweet and always helped everyone around her. Thinking H. Wilma is not going to be the same type of Wilma...
Maybe we should send one of the mean Wilma's to whip H. Wilma into shape??
Posted by: taral at October 19, 2005 01:19 PM
The only Wilma I knew was a family friend. She died in 2002 at age 90. My mom used to buy us Barbie doll clothes that she sewed - they were the most intricate, beautiful outfits, with tiny gathers and smocking and bustles and passementerie. She was a really neat lady.
p.s. My SO hates when I have phone conversations like yours, too. Especially when he's on the phone with someone and I'm the one in the background yelling.
Posted by: Linda L. at October 19, 2005 01:32 PM
You are on fire with the posts lately, girl! Hope your parents are safe :)
Posted by: ck at October 19, 2005 01:35 PM
Wow! I did not watch enough TV growing up. Can I ask what all this has to do with the DAR?
Posted by: t-town Girl at October 19, 2005 01:48 PM
I'm uberstocking my hurricane kit in case your parents have to come stay at my place.
Posted by: ~drew sergei emborsky~ at October 19, 2005 02:06 PM
I know a Wilma, although she pronounces is Vilma.
Posted by: kim at October 19, 2005 02:09 PM
I have Fred Flinstone feet...
But on a serious note I'm sending out my prayers to the Family Crazy, my CEO's 90 YO FIL who is/has just moved there by choice & all the rest of Floridians who might be affected and all those still affected by Katrina and Rita. My best friend just came back a week in LA - the state - not the city - where she volunteered at a church and her hubby is headed that way as we speak to MS, I think. He works for PG&E.
Posted by: Marsha at October 19, 2005 02:13 PM
DAR as in daughters of the american revolution? or is there some strange california cult? where did the rubbles and flintstones live? i can see them embracing the UGGS. ;)
Posted by: gray la gran at October 19, 2005 02:53 PM
ps. i have flintstone feet --- sheila and i both do --- meaning --- "oh! look at those cute short toes! i didn't know toes could grow soooo ... stunted!" (this must be why toes as long as fingers freak me out)(ooooh, "idiosyncrasy"?)
Posted by: gray la gran at October 19, 2005 02:55 PM
T-town - DAR as in, the Gilmores were over at CAP's house yesterday, I bet. (She didn't know what a Birkin bag is? So young and innocent - will she give it back if she ever finds out how much it cost? Hmmm...) And you are right, Dan...ah, Hoppy...
Posted by: Petra at October 19, 2005 03:29 PM
i work with a wilma! we have been predicting all along that if they got to wilma in the hurricane season, it would be a wild one!!!!
Posted by: Anonymous at October 19, 2005 03:31 PM
Betty was TOTALLY the hot one... that puts out. You KNOW she was banging Fred! Barney was pretty stupid, and Fred had that whole Macho Man thing goin' on. Hoppin' over the fence for a little somethin' somethin'
Posted by: Miriam at October 19, 2005 03:46 PM
I work with Wilma. I call her Willy. She's the most sweetest yet most unusual lady I have ever met. and VERY religious Catholic. Needless to say, she's not happy this H is named Wilma.
And Fred's boss was Mr. Slate.
Posted by: Valerie at October 19, 2005 03:52 PM
Oh no, I had that conversation with my daughter the other day. She was trying to rember Bam-Bam's name, I knew the whole darned family too! So, does that mean I'm turning into the sort of parent people laugh and blog about? How do I even know that right now, in a blog somewhere, whe isn't poking fun at me? The obstetrician who delivered my daughter was called Wilma. They've knocked down the hospital, feels like a chunk of my history is missing. My mother was born there, I was born there, my daughter was born there, Kinda hoped my grandbabies would be born there too.
Posted by: irene at October 19, 2005 04:03 PM
Best of luck to your folks. I am here in LA, but my family is in So Fla on the east coast by West Palm Beach. Hope Wilma (which is my nickname, by the way!) dies a horrible death far out to sea!
Posted by: Amy at October 19, 2005 04:34 PM
I was wondering what happens when they get to the end of the alphabet... I don't think they use X or Z.... I think I'll be staying in Pennsylvania afterall..... what's a little snow or below 0 temps, compared to what's going on down south???
Posted by: cheryl at October 19, 2005 05:19 PM
I love the Fred Flintstone feet tangent! I have FFF too, always thought they'd be handy for starting or stopping a car. As for Wilma, let's hope she just goes away.
Posted by: anne at October 19, 2005 06:34 PM
The receptionist at the school I teach at is named Wilma. She was happy when "Wilma" was a category 1 storm - now she is sick of walking into a room and hearing people say, "it's all Wilma's fault!" (in reference to the nasty cold and rainy/windy weather they're predicting for us Waaaaaaaay up here in northern Ohio thanks to the hurricane).
Posted by: Susan at October 19, 2005 06:47 PM
Bad things follow your family. First fire in LA ...now a 'cane. Where else is your family located and what other natural disasters portend??
Hurricane fliers in Fla. in the 50's first named storms after thier old girlfriends and ex-wives etc. I know a lady named DORA who was a little girl back there, back then.
Look up hurricane DORA...
Posted by: haji-o-matic at October 19, 2005 07:24 PM
You are so freakin' hillarious, you always entertain me. I am completely in internet-love with you! Now if I could only knit....or understand any of that yarn and needle stuff. I have managed to sew a sock to my shirt once. By the way, which was Wilma's favorite actor: Stoney Curtis or Cary Granite?
Posted by: Tom at October 19, 2005 08:10 PM
I sending good thoughts out for your family. Wilma stay away!
Posted by: Angela at October 19, 2005 08:30 PM
My cousin married a Wilma. I only wish he'd been named Fred. He was Horace. She was nice, but I couldln't get the Flintstones out of my brain every time I saw her.
Posted by: Ann at October 19, 2005 09:07 PM
Wilma keeps heading further and further south but its a hurricane and a woman so who knows what she'll do!! The parental units should be fine in Tampa, I'm in Orlando so expect rain but nothing major. Then again after Andrew, my definition of *major* is slightly skewed.......
So I did what anyone expecting a hurricane would do, I hit the yarn shop and got supplies for a hat, a felted bag and a toddler romper! I'm prepared!!
Posted by: Lynn at October 19, 2005 09:22 PM
We had two dogs from the pound named Fred and Wilma. Wilma was a boy and Fred is a girl. We still have Fred, who is really sweet in spite of a high dollar drug habit. Wilma bit everyone and had to be gassed.
Now I'm too depressed to knit.
Every Wilma is depressing. It can be a prehistoric woman whose husband was a doofus, a hurricane, or even a vicious little dog, now deceased. No good can come from Wilma.
Posted by: Frank at October 19, 2005 10:17 PM
I have actually known at least two Wilmas in my life. Should I be scared?
Posted by: Rhonda at October 19, 2005 11:55 PM
Apparently the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. ;) But seriously, hope your folks come through this one just fine.
Posted by: Jessica at October 20, 2005 03:26 AM
My best friend in high school was named Wilma.
Dino was a dinosaur. I'm just sayin'.
Posted by: Rise at October 20, 2005 07:00 AM
I almost married Wilma's son - so yes I know a real Wilma.
Posted by: Amy at October 20, 2005 07:25 AM
I know one Wilma. She is an old friend of mine and also the last girlfriend my husband had before he started dating me. She actually suggested to him that he should be with me. She came to our wedding. A very modern Wilma.
Here's a question...what was Wilma Flintstone's mother's name? Remember her? She looked just like Wilma only with gray streaks and a little heavier. She came to visit when Pebbles was born.
Posted by: courtney at October 20, 2005 07:54 AM
I've known at least 2 Wilmas and a Cinderella (and she's not Cindy or Ellie- she always uses her whole name!). Bam-Bam was adopted by Barney and Betty after Pebbles was born to Fred and Wilma. A chimp family was also in the waiting room at the adoption center at the time. (I think I should be worried that I remember all that.) For more than anyone really needs to know about naming hurricanes/cyclones/tropical storms (like Atlantic storms do not have names starting with Q,U,X,Y or Z while Eastern N Pacific storms use X,Y,Z but not Q or U and central N Pac storms are named using the Hawaiian alphabet-and names- so only use 12 letters, and the lists are repeated on a 6 yr cycle except when a storm is so deadly or costly that the name is replaced)go to www.nhc.noaa.gov/aboutnames.shtml or www.aoml.noaa.gov/general/lib/reason.html. And I also have Fred feet which is why Birks and Crocs are my best friends. Anyone want to join me on a Pterodactyl Air flight to Rock Vegas?
Posted by: Tish at October 20, 2005 08:17 AM
Are you sure we're not long lost sisters? That sounds exactly like a conversation I'd have with my parents...
Posted by: Heather at October 20, 2005 09:08 AM
We had a crazy neighbor named Wilma back in the late 60's/early 70's. But in a good, hippy kind of way.
Posted by: elizabeth at October 21, 2005 01:18 PM
My husbands grandma is named Wilma, and she just came down here to Florida to visit from Ohio. It is a big joke that we have one Wilma coming from the north and one from the south.
Posted by: Jen at October 21, 2005 05:17 PM
Did you notice that no one said, "Oh, our friends just had a baby and they named her Wilma".
Apparently you have to be over 60 before you can be a Wilma.
Posted by: Hazzard at October 21, 2005 10:12 PM
My Dad had a cousin named Wilma. She was such a sweetie, really adventurous but yeah, I think that you have to be "of a certain age" to have been named Wilma.
Posted by: Lisa at October 22, 2005 06:29 AM
Note to self -- gotta get out and meet a Wilma. Seems as if everyone knows one except me.
Oh, and I do remember the Rubbles having a pet saber-toothed tiger. Can't seem to remember its name though.
Posted by: Dagny at October 23, 2005 04:55 PM
My mother's name is Wilma. She has a photo of the hurricane as her computer wallpaper. She is sooo excited.
Posted by: Shorty at October 24, 2005 04:38 AM
We've been having the, "I don't know anyone named Wilma..." discussion for about two weeks. There is only one famous Wilma I know and that is Wilma Rudolph (1940 - 1994). On September 7th, 1960, in Rome, Wilma became the first American woman to win 3 gold medals in the Olympics. She won the 100-meter dash, the 200-meter dash, and ran the anchor on the 400-meter relay team.
As an interesting aside4, Wilma Rudolph was born into a large family -- she was the 20th of 22 children!
Check hour out on the web. Very inspirational.
Posted by: Bob at October 27, 2005 07:11 AM
What about Wilma Rudolph wasnt she important too? Cause she got polio and got permated for life and then she ACTUALLY walked agian and became a famous track runner I mean isnt that important???
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