Well, everyone expected me to be named Katrina, because that was my mother's favorite name when she was little and she always named one of her dolls that. (She changed her dolls' names around all the time, but one of them was always Katrina.)
Apparently, though, she never really considered using Katrina for me.
I wouldn't have minded being called Katrina. I will say I would not have enjoyed sharing my name with a hurricane, especially not one so big and destructive. My step-aunt is named Sandy and she said she got tired of hearing how huge she was and what a mess she was making. But that didn't last.
Before you criticize a man, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, when you criticize him, you're a mile away and you have his shoes!
Steve Martin