Butt Dialed

I love my name.  Of course, it was sometimes annoying when I was younger (you try finding a little license plate with "Adele" on it to put on your bike), yet I never really had the desire to change it.  It was my great-aunt's first name, and she's actually who I am named after - a sweet, loving woman, I am honored that she is my namesake (and I can't wait to meet her someday, too!).  It's also my mother's middle name, which makes it even more special.  Oh, yes - and it begins with an "A," pretty much the coolest letter in the alphabet.

And I was stoked to find out that it's also the name of the heroines in both "The Majestic," and "The Legend of Bagger Vance" (hearing Matt Damon say your name is a thrilling experience, let me tell you!). 

As if life couldn't get any better, now there is a ridiculously talented and beautiful musician named Adele.  So now maybe the people at Jamba Juice will stop calling me "Add- ell-lay." 
While I love my name, there are some times when I would like to change it.  Like this afternoon.  You see, having a name that's at the beginning of the alphabet means that I'm usually at the top of most people's contact list on their phones.  Thus, I am very often butt dialed. 

I guess it's not so bad.  The 7-and-a-half minute voicemail message I got today that consisted of yelling children and other family sounds was easy to erase.  The 2-3am butt dialing that occurs during nights of craziness....well, that's a little bit more annoying.  But, I'll deal.

After all, it's a small price to pay for sharing a name with someone like this: