How my Name came to be
“Let’s make a deal.” said my mom to my aunt.
“Ok” she replied, after a conversation about having kids one day when they grew
up.
“I’ll name my kids after you if you name yours after me”.
“Deal” said my aunt with a smile.
My name is Peyten Aschli Jasso, born on a stormy, cold day in Grand Rapids, Minnesota on May 15, 1998 at 5:03 p.m. My name didn’t come too easily. My parents couldn’t agree on a name instantly, like most parents. They could only agree if I were to be a girl. Now had I been a girl I would have my sister’s
name, Maiya Danielle, and have my aunt’s middle name. But instead, I’m just Peyten. Peyten Aschli Jasso.
“Are you ready to find out what it is?” said my mom’s doctor during the
ultrasound.
“Yes” my mom and dad said in harmony with one another.
“Aaaaaand there’s the crowd pleaser!” He said. My dad did a silent cheer in the corner while my aunt on the other hand almost had a panic attack.
“WHAT?!” she yelled, “How are you supposed to name him after me now? He can’t have a girl name!” She was green with rage. She stormed out of the room while my mom, dad, and grandma apologized for her obnoxious behavior.
“We have to find another name.” said my mom to my dad. “How ‘bout Thaddeus James?” My mom gave him a disgusted look and left the room.
“Come on, we can call him Tad or James or something!”
After several weeks of back and forth names through notes on the kitchen table,
random phone calls, and mirror messages, it hit my mom like a sleeping truck driver doing 80 at a stop sign. “Peyten Aschli.” she said as she exchanged looks with my dad. Finally, a name for their son 5 months away. The next day my mom invited my aunt over for dinner. There was an awkward silence as they sat across from each other. My mom reached for a piece of paper and a pen when she was caught off guard by an apology.
“I’m sorry about how I acted in the doctor’s office... it was completely uncalled for. Can you forgive me?” My mom passed my aunt the paper with my name on it. “ASS-CHILI???”
“Ashlei, look at it.” said my mom rolling her eyes.
My aunt studied the 2 words carefully as if it were an abstract art piece, trying to see what it might be. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she began to cry tears of happiness.
So, there it is in a nutshell. I was named after my aunt after all.
Peyten. Aschli. Jasso
“Ok” she replied, after a conversation about having kids one day when they grew
up.
“I’ll name my kids after you if you name yours after me”.
“Deal” said my aunt with a smile.
My name is Peyten Aschli Jasso, born on a stormy, cold day in Grand Rapids, Minnesota on May 15, 1998 at 5:03 p.m. My name didn’t come too easily. My parents couldn’t agree on a name instantly, like most parents. They could only agree if I were to be a girl. Now had I been a girl I would have my sister’s
name, Maiya Danielle, and have my aunt’s middle name. But instead, I’m just Peyten. Peyten Aschli Jasso.
“Are you ready to find out what it is?” said my mom’s doctor during the
ultrasound.
“Yes” my mom and dad said in harmony with one another.
“Aaaaaand there’s the crowd pleaser!” He said. My dad did a silent cheer in the corner while my aunt on the other hand almost had a panic attack.
“WHAT?!” she yelled, “How are you supposed to name him after me now? He can’t have a girl name!” She was green with rage. She stormed out of the room while my mom, dad, and grandma apologized for her obnoxious behavior.
“We have to find another name.” said my mom to my dad. “How ‘bout Thaddeus James?” My mom gave him a disgusted look and left the room.
“Come on, we can call him Tad or James or something!”
After several weeks of back and forth names through notes on the kitchen table,
random phone calls, and mirror messages, it hit my mom like a sleeping truck driver doing 80 at a stop sign. “Peyten Aschli.” she said as she exchanged looks with my dad. Finally, a name for their son 5 months away. The next day my mom invited my aunt over for dinner. There was an awkward silence as they sat across from each other. My mom reached for a piece of paper and a pen when she was caught off guard by an apology.
“I’m sorry about how I acted in the doctor’s office... it was completely uncalled for. Can you forgive me?” My mom passed my aunt the paper with my name on it. “ASS-CHILI???”
“Ashlei, look at it.” said my mom rolling her eyes.
My aunt studied the 2 words carefully as if it were an abstract art piece, trying to see what it might be. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she began to cry tears of happiness.
So, there it is in a nutshell. I was named after my aunt after all.
Peyten. Aschli. Jasso
Josep
“Hey dude, I’m Joe”.
That is exactly how our friendship started. I’ve known him for over 3 years now, and he stays the same every year. Same long hair. Same shorts and no jeans. Same showoff. Same Joe. There was a day, when I was watching a funny comedian whose name was Jo Koy. What he would do was mimic his mother saying his name and she would always call him “Josep” instead of “Joseph”. Keep in mind that this is a Filipino family, so there is an accent. So, I stuck to calling him Josep.
Joe and I have been kind of distant from each other lately because he goes to High Tech High and we don’t hang out as much as we used to. We’ve been reduced to hanging out over an Xbox LIVE party. Which is still pretty cool because I can show him everything I’ve made and he can show all the cars that he’s working on,
and we have an awesome time.
I’ve always been a little bit jealous of Joe. Since the day we met, he could do everything I could do, and make it better...With the exception of car design... He plays soccer, he has a six pack, it almost seems as though whatever I want, he gets. That kind of sucks sometimes. One year, I invited him to go paintballing with me. Well, that weekend it just so happened to rain, so I cancelled and he invited more people to go and went with them. I was so mad, but I forgave him because that’s the kind of person that I am, and that’s why I’m still friends with him.
You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve wanted to shut him out, but for some reason didn’t. I find it really funny every time it happens. I remember the last time I went to his house, it was Joe, Steve, and I and we were doing an obstacle course with airsoft guns in his backyard. Little did I know they had planned to light me up at the end of the course. Right after we finished, I turned around and they shot off like the Roman Army on the Barbarian Army of Germania. I’ve never run so fast in my life. Steve got me at point blank range in the stomach and Joe lit up my left leg.You may have expected me to be furious, but I ended up laughing hysterically. I’ll never forget how that day ended with a big laugh out of everybody, just like old times.
That is exactly how our friendship started. I’ve known him for over 3 years now, and he stays the same every year. Same long hair. Same shorts and no jeans. Same showoff. Same Joe. There was a day, when I was watching a funny comedian whose name was Jo Koy. What he would do was mimic his mother saying his name and she would always call him “Josep” instead of “Joseph”. Keep in mind that this is a Filipino family, so there is an accent. So, I stuck to calling him Josep.
Joe and I have been kind of distant from each other lately because he goes to High Tech High and we don’t hang out as much as we used to. We’ve been reduced to hanging out over an Xbox LIVE party. Which is still pretty cool because I can show him everything I’ve made and he can show all the cars that he’s working on,
and we have an awesome time.
I’ve always been a little bit jealous of Joe. Since the day we met, he could do everything I could do, and make it better...With the exception of car design... He plays soccer, he has a six pack, it almost seems as though whatever I want, he gets. That kind of sucks sometimes. One year, I invited him to go paintballing with me. Well, that weekend it just so happened to rain, so I cancelled and he invited more people to go and went with them. I was so mad, but I forgave him because that’s the kind of person that I am, and that’s why I’m still friends with him.
You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve wanted to shut him out, but for some reason didn’t. I find it really funny every time it happens. I remember the last time I went to his house, it was Joe, Steve, and I and we were doing an obstacle course with airsoft guns in his backyard. Little did I know they had planned to light me up at the end of the course. Right after we finished, I turned around and they shot off like the Roman Army on the Barbarian Army of Germania. I’ve never run so fast in my life. Steve got me at point blank range in the stomach and Joe lit up my left leg.You may have expected me to be furious, but I ended up laughing hysterically. I’ll never forget how that day ended with a big laugh out of everybody, just like old times.