My best friend from college blessed her daughter with my name. She got my last name, not my first. I spent a day at Disney World with this kid last Christmas, and I couldn’t be happier. For a 3 year old, she has excellent comic timing.
Must be a niece thing, Cranky and Ginger. My niece has my middle name, plus a sort of prettier variation of my name. She is named Brianne Marie, but everyone calles her Bri.
Well, not after me, exactly, but there is a street named “Larry Drive” in honor of my uncle. (It’s in Garland, TX.) Next to it is “Patrice Drive”, after my mother. My great-grandfather built roads, but died before anything could be named after me, unfortunately.
Where I work the first person to break something in a stupid way gets that action named after them. “Jeff-ing” something means to plug it into the trasformer at 220V instead of 110V and blowing up all of the electronic components and, I’m afraid, “Haj-ing” something means to remove the cover without turning off the power and dropping a nut on the main circuit board thereby shorting out the power supply.
I guy I know named one of his daughters my name. I hate to ask where he got the idea because his wife looked unhappy when he and I were discussing that their daughters had the same names as girls he had known. (Things that make you go hmmmm.)
I always liked my middle name and my initals but didn’t want a “junior”. So we used “Randal” as his first name instead of my first name and we’ve always called him by his middle name. Until now, I didn’t know we’d named him after Reeder.