The other day I was at the bank setting up my business account (so crazy, scary, official) and Justin-the-awesome-banker-who-helped-me asked how I came up with my name. (Side note: I don’t know if Justin-the-awesome-banker-who-helped-me gets any kind of perk for being awesome, but he should. Seriously, if you’ve got a small business and have banking needs in the Draper, UT area, head over to see him at Chase.) Anyway, I decided to share here the story of why “The Busy Bean.”
Somehow, my sister has come up with the nickname “Bean” for me. I’m not 100% sure how it evolved, only that it has gone through several versions along the way. Feel free to elaborate sister. I remember Neen, Neeners, Beaner… Beaner actually stuck for quite a while until a trip to Disneyland when they wouldn’t embroider that on my mouse ears because it was a racial slur. See, all this time we were being racists and didn’t even know it. Since my sister and I are definitely not racist, that’s when it got shortened to Bean.
In fact, I’m so used to the nickname that I use it when I talk to myself. Which is quite often. Especially when I’m sewing and trying to figure out something new. I often catch myself muttering (out loud, of course), “Oh, come on Bean!”
And I’m busy. I work full-time outside the home, I have two adorable little girls, 20 months and almost 4 months, a 50 minute commute (one way), two callings in my church, and now a start-up business.
When I was thinking of a name, I knew I had to work in Bean, so “The Busy Bean” made perfect sense.
BTW – I am loving your suggestions for names. There are a few strong front-runners right now, but there’s still plenty of time to submit your suggestions. I will deliberate over everything I’ve recieved by Friday night and announce the winner on Saturday!