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A sister by any other name...must be mine, yo.
Poor Gina. The girl hasn't really gone by one solitary name since, gosh, way back when MTV actually played music, I suppose. Shoot, before there even WAS an MTV channel, maybe?
Been a while, anyway.
No, no, as long as I can recall, my sister Gina has had about as many titles as Carrie Bradshaw has designer shoes, you feel me? A LOT.
It started with Gina, of course. Then there were logical variations on the theme: Jean, Gigi, Gina Bina. That's when it morphed off into a whole new direction.
Gina Bina somehow became Gina Beans. Then Gina Beaners. Then just Beaners or sometimes Beans or Bean.
From there, it was Beaner Schnitzel, and, as of late, Beantown. Did I mention I throw in Buckaroo just for good measure many times?
Don't try to figure it out ... especially since, as we were laughing about it the other morning, I sort of did.
That's when I confessed to my big sis: I think this whole sordid mess is really, kinda, my fault. Gulp.
Case in point: my son, Kyle. Whom I readily refer to as Ky, KDK, kiddo, homeslice, Fred, Fernando, Jr., or just Jr. (a nod to his mini-me-ness with his Grandfather), Corrado, mijo, "the fish," Coach Kyle and, probably most regularly, Kyle Kimerer.
Um, yeah, it's me, all right.
But, I have to say, I use all of these handy handles out of deep, deep affection. I'm sure Kyle's got the most 'cuz; well, you do the math. His dad's not far behind with a multitude of nicknames that have been compiled lovingly by his wife over the past 25 years.
I'm sorry, Gina, Kyle and Kerry...and the rest of my fam and friends, for giving all y'all a small identity crisis.
The moral of the story is: If I'm only calling you by a single name, be afraid. Be very afraid.
JK, peeps, pals, compadres, friends! #Family #Faith #Friends #Laugh #Pray #Peace