I have many names. The list is endless. I don’t know quite how it happened. Some are understandable.
- Mom
- Wife
- Mama Bear
- Moms
- Momma
- Sissy
- Beth
- Beth Ann
Then there are those that kind of morphed into names that Chris calls me.
- Billy Jo Bob Beth Ann
- Llama Mama
- Bev
- Bethan
There are the names that were work-related and I just got called one recently again by a former co-worker.
- Deb Ann
- Ham Ann
There is just something about trying to go by the first and the middle name that throws people into a tizzy. I think it is comical and honestly—I don’t have a problem with it at all. I have been called all of the following.
- Mary Ann
- Mary Beth
- Carole Ann
- Debbie Ann
- Marianne
- Bethany
- Sue Ann
- Kristy Ann
- Anna Beth
- Betty Ann
The Starbucks people get it right sometimes when they write my name on the cup. I usually just go with Beth when I am asked because it is easier. Except it isn’t.
I write this post knowing that some of you may have called me the wrong name. That is okay! I love it, actually. Maybe I don’t look like a Beth Ann. I am always up for new name combinations so feel free to submit your suggestions in the comments. I am open. I really am. In the meantime—you can call me Ray or Al or Hey You.
