The Busy Bean

What’s in a name

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.

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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!

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One Thought on “What’s in a name

  1. Stephanie Johnson on January 7, 2010 at 2:58 pm said:

    Sister here, and in order to set the record straight here is the full story of the Bean:

    Colleen shares her name with our Aunt Colleen. So for the longest time we used the names Colleen (for Aunt Colleen) and Colleenie (for you, Sister.) Some how Colleenie turned into Weenie and Neenie which in turn became Beanie (I think mostly because Mom did not like us saying Weenie). Beanie then became Beaner, around the same time I figured out that I HATE people calling me Stephie and if I did not like my name shortened with just an ‘ie’ at the end NO ONE should like it. Beaner and Neeners stuck around for a long time, but Neen and Neeners just was not the right fit, I think also because Neener kind of sounds mocking. The natural order of things just eliminated the rest and Beaner stuck until the above mentioned Disneyland incident in which we were informed we were inadvertently racist and Bean has been around ever since. However, now I am so used to calling you Sister (which all is of course attributed to Neighbor… shout out) that when you named this place The Busy Bean I actually almost cried I was so happy because I felt like you were naming it after me! Soppy yukcy, over.

    And thus is a faithful accounting of the origin of Bean.

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