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What's in a Name?

Oddly, I have a lot of names to talk about.

Eric and I (along with others each time) have had a few businesses since we have been married.

We have had The Mug. The name is self explanatory.

Ah. Remember this?! I am probably the only one out of the four of us that misses it, because I am the only one that worked in it less than a handful of times.

Eric says he misses it for what it is, not what it was.

Eric had a business called Orion Express UC. Orion is still in business in SLC, but the Utah County outfit is dissolved. We had some good times and he has some great stories about A-D list celebrities and his adventures at Sundance. We learned from that experience. But my point is, we didn't get to name that one. I have no idea why it was called Orion.

And 40 Winks. This was an LLC Eric used when pitching a show to a couple big wigs. He did this with a brother-in-law, and they tried to name it 1,000 different things. They couldn't decide and Dave finally said, " 40 Winks. Because that's what they call taking a nap in Europe and that's what I want to do right now."

My name is Holly which is fitting as my birthday is in December. However, as my mom will tell you, that was my name regardless and I was actually due to be born November 19th. Yeah, my birthday is December 9th. You do the math. These days they would not have let her wait that long, my poor madre. So I believe I must have waited to make the name fit the season. I like my name. I like it when people call me Holls, but only a handful do.

Eric only has one pet name for me that I can think of: pork chop. It's not a fat joke... I don't think... but I don't remember where it came from. Sometimes he also calls me Holly Mahan, which makes me happy for no reason.
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