Comments on: My name on a Keychain

By: Rebekah

Rebekah — Wed, 27 May 2009 22:23:09 +0000

I hear ya, there are never REBEKAH’s either! What were our parents thinking?

By: Steam Me Up, Kid

Steam Me Up, Kid — Wed, 20 May 2009 22:26:21 +0000

The worst thing about being a Becky is that mother ucking Baby Got Back intro. As if I didn’t feel white enough already…

The extra e totally gives you street cred. So jealous.

By: Tobias

Tobias — Tue, 19 May 2009 21:16:08 +0000

I had the same issue as a child. Except my name wasn’t anything as nice and normal as Beckey. No, my parents had to give me a crazy hippy name. Which wouldn’t have been a problem in and of itself (Forest Sky, for example, would’ve been nice), but it was a BAD hippy name. So I changed it. Now it’s nice, normal, AND I have a solar powered keychain that spells it out in blinking lights.

Except people still can’t spell…whoops.

By: Eric

Eric — Tue, 19 May 2009 18:06:37 +0000

Thanks for the laugh…you’re really funny. And congratulations to you and Pat as you prepare for baby #2.

By: Elisha

Elisha — Tue, 19 May 2009 00:24:41 +0000

I totally understand what you’ve been going through your whole life! The only cool thing I got with my name on it was a stamp because my mom found a way to order it when I was little! You should look into that and give one to Berlyn when she’s older, it’s way cooler than a key chain and she will feel special. =]

By: sarah

sarah — Mon, 18 May 2009 19:46:02 +0000

It’s true, Sarah is in abundance. And I totally don’t have as much character as you OR Berlyn. On the upside it’s Biblical, so I have that going for me. (Rebekah is, but Rebecca is not, so you’re out.)

By: Mike Krause

Mike Krause — Mon, 18 May 2009 18:02:58 +0000

Stud Muffin — I can never find Stud Muffin.

By: dgm

dgm — Mon, 18 May 2009 16:58:10 +0000

My kids usually end up spinning the display hopelessly as well, although Jade did find a mini-license plate. I don’t want her to actually put it on her bike though, where all the child molesters can see it. So think of it this way: you are protecting Berlyn from child molesters who’d look at her cursive necklace and go, “Hi Berlyn. Want some candy? Your mom said it’s okay.”

By: Lora

Lora — Mon, 18 May 2009 16:46:23 +0000

There are never any LORAs either. LORI, yes. LAURA, plenty.
My son’s name is JACOB. They are always sold out by the time I get to the keychain display.

So sad.

We can’t win.